I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 14: The Big Shot Is Here!

Where did I get the idea that Moriah would be normal? A hint of suspicion should been in my basic survival instincts, at least outweighing the urge to reproduce!

If I’d had even a shred of sense, I’d be running away now with the docunts in my happy cleavage, ready to kick down the courtroom doors with my chest puffed out... but noooo! This Darius’s huge dick-head just had to go down on the Countess!

"Daaaarling..." Moriah’s voice sounds monstrous, sending shivers down my spine. "Just hold still, it won’t hurt a bit."

She scrapes a black nail along the blade of the knife. This isn’t sensual at all, not one bit, especially with dressed as a woman in the middle of this dark room!

The Countess’s wings unfurl as she twirls the weapon between her fingers and slices the space between us, aiming directly for the center of my chest. Am I an idiot to stand still and wait to be hit? Of course not!

I leap to the side, circling Count Vandric’s desk, which unfortunately starts a dangerous ga of cat and mouse with my impending doom.

"Mo-Moriah, can’t we talk about this?"

"I’ve made up my mind, daaarling... I want you to be mine forever and no one else’s, I want you to be eternally mine, caged, trapped, and receiving my eternal pleasure. I love you, I love you so much..."

I could swear a pair of hearts appeared where her pupils should be. This lunatic fell in love with after a wild, casual sex session?! Seriously, I left with my back all scratched up, and now you want to turn into a puppet, a taxidermied statue?! Even worse, I don’t want to imagine what she’ll do with the other parts of my body using alchemy!

Damn, I was so wrong to think she didn’t do anything else. Now it clicks why no one knocked on the door, or why I didn’t run into any servants, it’s because they’re simply dead! This lunatic definitely used the servants in experints, taking advantage of the Count barely coming ho! I realized too late, I thought with my other head and this is what happened!

Her wings hum with a dry sound. She leaps over the desk with absurd lightness.

Hell!

I fall on my butt and roll like an armadillo, dodging by re inches the knife that stabs the wood where my head was two seconds ago. I tug at the hem of the dress caught at my knee, this is the worst ti for my clothes to put at such a disadvantage!

"YOU’RE CRAZY! THAT’S NOT THE DEFINITION OF HEALTHY LOVE!"

"I am your reward! Your soulmate, your perfect elixir!" She raises the knife with both hands. "I’ll keep your heart in an amber jar... it will beat only for , forever..."

She attacks again, aiming for my neck this ti. I pull a chair and use it as a shield; the blade sinks into the wood with a dry snap.

Great, the knife’s stuck, now I can knee her and... Ow, what a hard abdon is that!? The woman doesn’t even feel pain! She stares at with that sickly smile, antennae vibrating, and her eyes fixed on as if she is... aroused?

"THIS IS ALL WRONG!"

I couldn’t win a fight even if soone give a cheat right now. I grab the silver candelabra from the table and hurl it at her.

The object hits one of her shoulders, forcing a half step recoil, thank god! But she doesn’t fall, nor does scream, she just... laughs. Giggles, playing a terrifying ga of tag with .

"You have a taste for fights, don’t you, my love? Want to resist? I like that... I want to see you exhausted, panting, sweating for ..."

"I JUST WANT TO LIVE!"

How in hell can I face this devil? The knife reflects my own sweating face, my only option is to run for my life! Wait, sothing... pulled ? Was it her? No, the damn dress got caught! Ugh, fuck it, just tear it, doesn’t matter!

I’m barefoot, my chest almost exposed, my dress torn, and a lovesick murderer on my heels. What a beautiful mission, Darius. So proud of your journey.

"DON’T RUN FROM !"

The knife flies, literally. She throws the wretched thing, it whizzes past my ear and embeds itself in the doorfra.

By instinct, I pull the weapon out. Now I’m ard, let’s go! She stops, panting with a wide smile, and I’m trembling, holding a real blade in my hand for the first ti in months.

Her antennae quiver, her wings open again. You can’t be serious that she’s actually going to co at an ard guy? Why is the reward for good sex turning into a mad scientist’s trophy?! It’s even scarier when, from this angle, I look like prey about to be devoured by this giant moth, with her tongue salivating all over the floor.

Moth? Yes, she’s a moth. Antennae, wings... insects have sensitive parts different from other animals and use them to locate themselves, right? So... can I get out of this without killing this woman? I really don’t want to stab her, nor do I want to end up in jail for killing a countess! Moriah still have her fate in the MC’s hands, depending on how things unfold, so... Okay, let’s go!

I stab the knife into the floor, opening my arms.

"Darling! You accepted ! Oh, my love, I knew you’d agree! Your perfect scent will be mine, and I’ll bring you so much happin..."

Before she can finish that annoying monologue, I grab her pair of antennae tightly. Please, let my theory be right.

I see her tremble from head to toe, like getting kicked in the balls, and her eyes go crazy, spinning in all directions. Finally, an opportunity!

I pull her head by the antennae and knee right in the teeth. I don’t even lose the chance to give her ti to breathe, shoving my knee into that crazy bitch’s face again before taking a breath, still squeezing those little antennae.

I only stop when exhaustion overtakes , letting her fall to the floor. Was it enough? Please say yes.

Moriah doesn’t move, in fact, she looks like a cold corpse on the floor. I check for a pulse... Yes, her heart is still beating, but there’s no way I’m sticking around to find out if she wakes up!

I take advantage of the open door and bolt as fast as possible, feeling the breeze on my balls. I don’t care if the Count finds out now, I just want to get out in one piece with my dick intact. That alone will be enough to make happy, I can handle anything else!

I practically tumble down the stairs, the docunt hidden in my cleavage almost slipping out as I skip two steps at a ti. I kick the doors open, not caring if I just broke an expensive lock or made a huge ruckus for the guards.

Wait, there are no guards! There should be at least one patrol at the entrance tonight, but there isn’t! What the hell is going on here? Did she devour the soldiers’ organs too? Damn, this lunatic is worse than any fatherless girl I’ve ever seen!

I just want to get back to the palace! And alone, ugh!

I run through the garden like an inmate who just saw the jailer leave the door open. The torn dress whips against my ass, the sacred docunt shoved into my cleavage like a damn talisman against madness.

"CO BACK HERE, MY LOVE!"

Naked Moriah, covered in green blood dripping from her nose and with eyes wider than a bankrupt gambler’s debt, chases again with a knife in hand and wings spread. You damn asylum psycho, why won’t you leave alone?!?

"YOU ARE MY PERFECT ALPHA MALE! I’LL KEEP YOU IN A JAR! CLONE YOU! FREEZE YOU! MASTURBATE YOU AS A STATUE!"

"HEEEELP EEE!"

I throw myself over a hedge, tearing my dress even more and almost losing the paper. If any peasant sees like this, I’ll beco folklore! "The Runaway Bride of Vandric Mansion", dick version.

But she’s still behind . Is she still behind ? Damn, she’s still behind and flying, on top of that!

"DON’T RUN FROM OUR DESTINY! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE FIFTEEN CHILDREN WITH OUR OWN GENES!"

"I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF MY GENES WORK!"

Oh, I fell. I roll through the garden grass, the tal gates are just a few steps away, but I didn’t make it in ti. Looking from the corner of my eye, the knife gleams in the moonlight.

"AHHHHHHH!"

I’m going to die in a governess dress, letting out a tiny shriek, and worst of all, without even a proper burial. Why do these things only happen to ? I don’t deserve this treatnt, I don’t deserve... Uhuuu...

Wait, whose shadow is that?

Moriah is suddenly thrown backward. The knife flies from her hands, and she scrambles like an insect losing its sense of direction.

What the hell just happened? I sll... oil? It’s similar to the oil they use on swords.

Before ... stands a blond-haired man, with a gleaming sword in his right hand and a blue cape on his back, very similar to the protagonists of novels we always see around.

Protagonist. Protagonist. Protagonist. Protagonist.

Holy shit, it’s the goddamn protagonist of Sword of the Iron Maiden, the canonical hero, the big shot, the guy full of cheats, Leonhardt von Eisenfaust! What an ugly na.

He slowly turns his face, extends his hand to , and then says, with that warm, confident voice like he’s on an adult romance novel cover:

"It’s alright now, my lady."

Lady?

I look at him, I look at my situation, I look at my hiked-up skirt, I look at the cleavage bordering on pornography, and I look at the docunt shoved into my sweaty chest.

I’m gonna puke.