Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

'....' Seated, Damien looked at Emilia, who was kneeling and had turned her face away, hiding it behind her hand. As he observed her, he couldn't help but wonder to himself, 'Has it still not activated?'

[ No, I am trying to get a subquest, but it seems hard to trigger without a crucial event. ]

A robotic voice emerged from the system, detailing the essential steps required to establish a subquest. This was the primary reason Damien urged Emilia to reach this stage, despite being aware that it might jeopardize the considerable effort he had invested in rescuing her mother to boost her favorability.

'A difficult task?', Damien couldn't help but glance at Emilia, feeling a twinge of disappointment that he hadn't managed to trigger any new subquest related to her.

Despite having already received two quests from her—one where he needed to have her behave like a supporting character and the other aimed at making her regret her choice to kill him—it seemed increasingly difficult to activate another subquest from his end.

"Why has it become so big!" Emilia thought about how thick and bulging his dick was, and the way her eyes still lingered on those nerves and veins made her want to scream, all while trying to curl up to protect herself from this beast.

"What? Have you not heard about erect—Hey Emilia, have you ever dated someone?" Damien raised his brow, feeling confused due to her antics, but suddenly realizing something, he inquired as he stretched his hand to pull hers and look into her eyes.

"Eh? A b-boyfriend?" Emilia looked at him as her eyes blinked before she pursed her lips and furrowed her chin as she remembered her past, where she always tried to focus on her studies to help her mother, while due to her crush on this second-generation rich guy, who was once her senior, she never dated anyone.

"What? Really?" With a smirk, Damien stood up, and Emilia just kept staring at him, her eyes quivering as he combed his wet hair back with his fingers. The shadow of his dick's outline hovered over her, and her tear-filled eyes along with those moist lips made for an enticing sight.

'Uwah?!' For a fleeting moment, Emilia found herself entranced by his irresistibly handsome features. But as the shadow loomed over her, her gaze dropped, revealing the impressive length and thickness of his shaft poised above her. A shiver ran through her lips, quaking with a mix of fear.

"Pfft, hey, I will not force you, now get up." With a chuckle, Damien reached out his hand to Emilia, his gaze warm and inviting. Emilia felt a flicker of self-doubt for an instant.

Yet, her hand gradually lifted to grasp his as she got to her feet. She stammered, "Th-thank you."

"Just kidding!" Damien flashed a grin and yanked his hand away fast, causing Emilia's outstretched hand to comically land on his erected dick.

"IEEEKK~?!" As soon as her fingers brushed against his dick, she pulled back in shock, realizing she'd fallen into this devil's trap. But luck wasn't on her side, as Damien quickly grabbed her hand, holding it right above his shaft.

"Whaaaaatt! Leave, you bastard!" Emilia's entire body tingled as if struck by lightning. When the sensation from her palm reached her brain, it revealed an unmistakable recognition of holding something—rigid, yielding, laced with veins, and substantial.

In that instant, her mind screamed that it was his dick she grasped or, more accurately, was compelled to grasp as Damien's hand firmly enveloped hers over it.

"Do you hate it?" With a slight tilt of his head, Damien inquired, his expression filled with sorrow and defeat as he gazed at Emilia, truly affected by her words that made him feel like a villain among them.

"I-I?" For a brief instant, Emilia experienced a pang of realization, acknowledging that she had acted without pressure towards him on multiple occasions, despite the fact that he had saved her mother today. However, feeling a twinge of remorse, she lowered her eyes, only to quickly lift them again and unleash a fierce cry, "Pervert, Stop moving my hand!"

Emilia can't fathom whether this man was really the incarnation of some devil, as he was acting hurt and sorrowful with his face while his hand kept making her stroke his dick all the while he talked with her.

"Hmm...Your hand is really soft Emilia, Ahh...just more pressure", Damien didn't pay any attention to what she was saying; he just tightened his grip and kept using Emilia's cold hand, the one that got chilly from the shower water, to stroke himself, loving the way it teased her and enjoying both carnal pleasure and her flustered face.

"Ewww?! That's enough of you, rascal! Let go!" Emilia cried once again as she could clearly feel the sensation of his erection throbbing under the strokes of her hand. It was her first time experiencing something like this, even though she had seen it in porn videos.

"Fine, let's go or we will catch the flu," Damien loosened his grip, allowing Emilia to easily retract her hand as she held her wrist, looking towards her palm while dancing back from the man who, somehow unexpectedly, retreated and showed a human side for the first time.

"Y-yes, now you are talki—kyaa~!?—stop now!" Emilia, believing she had made a grown-up choice, nodded in agreement but was caught off guard when he swept her up in a princess carry. As he exited the bathroom in his bare skin, without bothering to dress, it was evident he had other intentions. This prompted her to scream, "This is a hospital, you idiot! What if someone came?!"

"It's midnight, Emilia, and I specifically arranged for them to allow us a soundproof room," Damien stepped out of the bathroom and strolled over to the bed in the room. The mirror nearby showed off his well-defined muscles and strong physique, and he was sporting a proud erection.

With both hands occupied carrying a woman in a bridal gown, he gently set her down on the bed, adding, "It's our wedding's first night, Emilia. Shouldn't you show your love for me?"