I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 50: We All Love A Little NTR

I’ve never been good with parties. Usually, I just find a random corner and drink whatever’s offered until it’s ti to leave with friends, never even getting a kiss. However, this ti it’s different.

Aside from the fact that I’m wearing expensive and extrely tight clothes, like so pampered noble’s son, my company is a beautiful demi-human who did her makeup so well today that I almost didn’t recognize as the crazy, psychotic lover from a few days ago.

None other than Moriah offered to be my date, and of course, I prefer it this way. If I’d walked through those doors with Elizia, or worse, with Ravenna, a killer moth would surely have murdered half the nobles in this hall.

In other words, I’m better off with her... Oh, right, she’s also as strong as Leonhardt at this point, so it’s safe to say anyone who gets too close will be torn open like a bag of chips.

Furthermore, we have a charming and talkative group of guests. Why? Well, so are literally on death row! The Duke was kind enough to propose that if they kept the ball lively and behaved themselves, he might commute their sentences.

I grab a drink from a passing servant and don’t even look back before chugging it. A bit sour, like cheap wine. I even think they’re running low on supplies to keep this fake party going.

"Darling, you have a terrible expression on your face, do you need a tonic?"

"Later. The last tonic you gave was very dangerous..."

"Oh, but that one was just for sleeping, what was the problem?"

"The problem was that a certain soone tried to get under the covers as soon as I fell asleep and practically tried to suck dry with kisses."

Moriah imdiately looks away and blushes a tiny bit. Well, considering we’ve had ti to rest until now, since the Libertarians actually followed my prediction of waiting for this situation to attack, we’re doing fine.

Outside, you can see the palace guard making their rounds. Among them, there’s one specific lancer who draws a lot of attention because of his size. It’s Victorian. I didn’t expect him to look like a bodybuilder in less than a week just from eating.

As for Leonhardt, he must be on the balconies above, scrutinizing every person who passes by in carriages and enters the hall. Honestly, I’m grateful he’s far from , because I couldn’t stand having to look after that dog anymore.

And Ravenna... I don’t know, she’s around sowhere. She can probably manage on her own with the help of the dark spirit and her ability to move through shadows. On second thought, that must be an upgrade from the teleportation that happened when we were in the chase. In any case, I want to trust that this woman won’t freak out and run away.

I take another drink from a wandering servant, my eyes scans the people inside the hall. One person easily catches my attention because of his dead-fish eyes: Count Vandric, who seems to be chatting with other young ladies. Wherever they ca from, I don’t think this rotten guy will get anything if I put sothing even more stinky nearby: my presence.

As soon as I approach, the ladies shudder and quickly dismiss the count, blending into the other guests. Wow, and here I put on my best cologne just to treated like this. Reputation is worse than bad sll indeed.

"Hey, old tir, enjoying the little party?"

My question feels like a spit on his back because the stiff and even offended way Vandric turns to us almost makes laugh out loud. He’s certainly seen better days, the fright Ravenna gave him to draw blood, along with the terrible food in prison, must have made the "dead-fish" title fit more than ever.

"What do you want, brat? And what... is Moriah doing here?"

"Are you blind? She’s my date." I make a point of uncrossing my arms and pulling her close by the waist. "We’ve only recently t, but I can see a lot of talent in a woman. It’s a sha her husband doesn’t see it."

The best part is how Moriah doesn’t even deny the pull or being so close to . In my past life, I would have hated a cheating trope in the mix, but now I really want to smash this damned count’s head into the floor.

"It must have been very difficult for you to understand, besides, a certain soone would rather visit a mistress than his own wife."

I raise my voice right at the end so that the other people in the hall also hear. The way Moriah’s eyes and expression twist with disgust hearing that is incredible. It almost makes want to lie even more to sink this guy’s reputation in the mud.

"Your tongue is quite filthy, Darius Moonlight", Vandric retorts, adjusting his collar. "Unfortunately, that doesn’t matter to us. Moriah, co."

Ufufufu, are you really going to use that tone with her? I bring my lips close to the moth-woman’s ear, whispering:

"A friend of mine who lives in the Ring Districts said that one of the girls pretended to be nstruating so the count would stop seeing her, and now he wants to use you again. Moriah, are you going to let soone like that interfere in our relationship?"

The last part must have had a nice effect on her, judging by the way her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing. She’s about to explode, and I would love to see the count get beaten up right here and now, it would be absolutely beautiful!

Moriah’s shoulders tremble with anger. I feel like accidentally pulling the pin on a grenade, and now let’s watch the scene unfold.

Her first reaction was subtle, she simply tilted her head back, exposing the neck in a gesture too calm for the context. Then, she turned her eyes, glittering directly at the count, but unlike that attentive gaze I received in bed, this one was closer to a predator looking at prey about to be torn to shreds.

Vandric, who until then had been trying to maintain his composure, took a step back. Was he scared now that his forr moth-woman had lost her passive deanor?

That brief mont of silence beca suffocating, not for , I just needed so popcorn to enjoy the show, but for the people in the hall pretending not to notice while observing every detail with eager eyes.

Moriah gently removed her hands from my waist, wanting to take charge of the situation and resolve that impasse once and for all. The thud of her boots on the floor echoed like a drum announcing soone’s execution, which I honestly wouldn’t have complained about.

The count retreated further, trying to keep his pride intact even with sweat beading on his forehead. Moriah said nothing, just stopped in front of him, raised one hand and slowly ran her fingers down the collar of the formal attire he wore.

Then, suddenly, her nails slid forcefully to the top button of his shirt, tearing it off in a clean movent. You could still hear the thing bouncing on the floor, but that wasn’t all that happened, the count gasped and staggered backward.

Moriah’s expression remained serene. It beca possible to see a bit of blood staining her sharp nails, which she proceeded to clean with a flick of the hand.

"Never address again or even look in my direction. You disgust ."

Vandric turned pale and widened his eyes, unable to believe that his forr business partner would much rather kill him than join him. Serves you right, bastard.

Who told him to be a jerk to his own wife and then run after other skirts? You screwed yourself there, you deserved it for ssing with .

One of the guards tried to approach, but it was enough for Moriah to raise a finger to freeze him in place.

She returned to in light steps, as if she had finished a business eting where the other party did not et the demands. I smiled, even though her face looked terrible.

"What a spectacle, darling. It was about ti soone dragged the trash of the nobility out and burned it with gusto."

Moriah leaned against again and took the drink from my hand, downing the liquid in one gulp, and then threw herself onto my lips with one of those drunken kisses. Wait, here, in front of everyone?! How could I refuse?

A tremor ran under my feet as I reveled in Moriah’s bold attitude, leaving the damn count more shocked on the floor. Even after an explosion flooded my ears, I think it’s difficult to escape Moriah’s embrace.

Well, the Libertarians attacked as expected, the problem is that now I’m stuck in the clutches of my favorite moth-woman.