Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

'What?', Damien was stunned when he saw Emilia grasping his face, pulling him into a kiss. At that moment, their lips merely touched, but gradually, Damien eased into the embrace.

His hand slipped beneath her dress, gliding down her smooth skin and feeling each curve along her spine. She was unaware of his movements until his hand reached the delicate curve between her buttocks, his middle finger pressing gently against her rosebud.

"Angh!", Emilia's eyes grew wide as she sensed his finger pressing against her tiny spot, having already slipped in a small millimeter. She attempted to pull away from the kiss, but Damien shifted his weight, twisting his body to hover over her, his hand still positioned at the back of her dress, above her forbidden area.

"Remember you were the one who asked me to tell what I want;" Ignoring her stunned expression and widened eyes, he took hold of both her hands with one hand and positioned them above her head on the bed. Meanwhile, his other hand began caressing her rosebud. To stifle her whimper, he kissed her deeply, entering her mouth with his tongue as she attempted to cry out.

Positioned above her, he enveloped her entirely, applying his weight as he pressed down. One hand was tucked inside her dress, while his palm rested on the gentle curve of her spine, situated between her rounded rear buns that continually pressed against his hand, with the blanket thrown aside.

"Ahn... Nnhn....", Her soft whimpers and subdued moans were silenced by his kiss, all while he held her retaliating hand tightly in his grasp. He felt the warmth of her supple body pressed against him, trapped between his weight and his hands. His touch was unyielding as he explored her Rosebud, which quivered under his caress.

She was clearly sandwiched between his body and his hand.

'No, no, no, what is he doing, not that place!', Emilia's eyes were widened as her legs were the only thing which could flail or try to retaliate. But it all felt futile due to weight of this man and his strength which seemed as if playing with her.

'He is inexperienced!', She can't understand why he wasn't doing it the way it was shown in the porn videos, where they used foreplay and then started getting intimate. But it was completely different from anything she had seen before. It was just gross and, at the same time, something new to her.

First, in a kiss, he sucked her tongue, and now, while kissing her and holding her down, his other hand was trying to play with her little hole, while her body was trembling and lower muscles were twitching.

She had never encountered or heard about anything like this in those adult films!

"Mphh... slurp... surrender.... ", Damien could clearly feel that his body was completely submerged in softness. It was a sensation that could be considered otherworldly; despite his physique, which was firm enough, it felt as if he were pressed against a soft cushion that was warm and alluring.

While his hand, trapped beneath her body weight, was continuously struggling to survive due to the hydraulic-like force of her buns twitching to protect her, Conversely, her teasing Rosebud was stimulating him.

His dick remained nestled between her legs, but the increasingly constricted space made it difficult for him to stay there. As he watched her legs move slowly, he raised his hips to create some room, which caused his erection to press against her lower region, still shielded by her bridal gown.

"Hah...! Ahn....! no...!", As he pulled away from her lips, glistening and resembling dew-kissed rose petals, he could hear her loud moans while continuing to caress her delicate rosebud.

"Now that I noticed, Emilia, you really have a beautiful voice?", Damien smiled, his gaze mirroring her astonished face—lips parted in a gasp, her breath forming a delicate mist as her tongue pressed aside to allow for it.

Her eyes widened, rolled back as if struck by a surge of passion—he intensified the pressure of his hand, wanting to see her face and hear that melodious, rhythmic voice even more clearly.

"HIEKK~!?" In a heartbeat, Emilia's eyes grew wide as she felt his finger penetrate her forbidden region. The lack of lubrication made the intrusion harsh, scraping against the delicate lining of her anus and sending waves of sharp pain coursing through her thoughts," S-stop! It hurts! This isn't the right way!"

She cried out, feeling that this man was really an idiot, not understanding that this isn't the way how it should be done. Realizing that he don't even know how to kiss, nor do know which hole is for sex.

"Emilia, trust me, this is the right way. Let me tell you a secret.", Damien could unmistakably sense the intense heat emanating from her body as his finger penetrated deeper inside her anus, which gripped him tightly, almost as if it were crushing his bones.

Yet, the supple inner walls provided a contrasting sensation, making him feel as if he were nestled within soft cushions rather than experiencing a hydraulic press.

He leaned closer to her ear before whispering her universal truth," In the desert, a thirsty man values a single drop of water, while a hungry person delights in basic food. This highlights how suffering makes rewards sweeter. Endure the pain, Emilia, and you will appreciate the ecstasy that accompanies this pain."

"MNGH~!!! Haanh...!

N-no....!" Emilia moaned softly, flinching from the pain, unable to grasp the nonsense this man was spewing, completely oblivious to the reality of intimacy, which made her realize that, no matter what, she would never accept this gross experience and even think of doing this again with this bad guy, causing her to yell,"Just do whatever you want, but I'm sure you don't know how to have sex!"