I Only Summon Villainesses

After settling into the homestead that was assigned to me, the first thing I took the effort to do was plunge myself deep into warm water.

I stayed in the large wooden bowl that worked quite well for a bathtub for more than an hour, sinking my body and thinking about my situation.

’How philosophical… I’m deep down in water not twice at the same time, this should not be possible.’

Who’d believe me back on Earth if I told them I had taken a warm bath while being immersed in an ocean? I would simply be called a Guinness award–deserving liar. White Feather wouldn’t hold a candle to my name.

They could even adopt my identity as concepts in movies.

I shook my head.

’Yet here I am…’

I leaned my head back on the rim of the basin and stared at the wooden interlocking roof while quieting the noise in my head.

No matter what, though, I couldn’t fully extinguish the noise.

I hated the fact that I had to lie to Levi and the others, and that was what had kept me worried more than anything. These were the most precious and generous people to me both in this world and the last, and they didn’t deserve to be lied to.

But I also owed myself, my goals, and my villainesses some level of loyalty.

’I’m sorry, but in this rotten world they are my priorities…’

There was no way forward for now than to sit with the lies I’ve told and make sure I did a good job keeping them.

And fortunately, keeping a lie and living it was one of my strongest fortes.

Speaking of my other strongest forte…

’Right in time.’

I hid a grin behind clueless and distracted eyes and allowed the steps that made their way inside to follow through and slowly enter the water.

I couldn’t move, and in front of me was White Feather, her silky white hair scattering wetly on the surface of the water. She lowered her body up to her shoulder level and stared at me with those deep crimson eyes.

Now that I saw them again, they looked the same color as those scarlet-backed squirrels more than they looked crimson.

And their floral pattern was still enchanting nonetheless.

Then her body…

I couldn’t move my head an inch. I was surrounded by feathers — white feathers that stilled in the air with a will of their own, each pointing towards my neck with their sharp end like a blade, forming a circle around my neck.

“Is this necessary?”

White Feather leaned back and brought out her pipe. She placed it gently in her mouth, raised it after a moment, and released a white mist into the air.

“You were willing to go far to claim what does not belong to you.”

She glared at me with murderous intent.

“I’m willing to go this far to protect what belongs to me.”

My expression remained impassive even as she spoke.

“And you think… you can kill a Sovereign?”

She took another draw of her pipe and released the mist again.

“It’s been done before. I can do it again.”

I laughed and placed my hand over the edge of the bowl, looking at her.

“You’re that confident? Huh?”

While we spoke to each other with hostility on the surface of the water, another type of conversation was going on beneath the water.

My legs had found hers. The wooden basin was large, but not large enough for my leg to fail at finding hers.

I started from her feet, letting Summoner’s Touch do its thing while I softly grazed my toes across hers, making my way up the hill of her legs.

She kept her expression neutral and remained still, making it look like my attempt was failing.

But my attempt was doing anything but failing. This was a tested and proven method; a weak half-spirit like her could not resist the power of Summoner’s Touch.

’Don’t feel bad… even Kassie can’t resist my touch.’

“I have done worse to survive. My confidence should be the least of your concerns.”

I gave her no response at first. At this point, my toes had reached a juncture, which was her knee. I proceeded forward more delicately, and then her mask started to crack.

She trembled first, lowering her head. I could even see veins rising on her neck as she strained herself to resist the turmoil that was happening inside her.

My legs drifted higher and higher until they reached her inner thighs. Here the rhythm of White Feather’s tremors changed… or now, her tremors actually had a rhythm.

I felt her hand slowly clasp around my legs and push them deeper, forcing my feet to press on the core between her legs. Her body shook, but in the flow of a silent, more internal melody.

Seeing that she had reached a point where she could not resist my touch anymore, and her drive of pleasure was overwhelming her common sense, I withdrew my legs.

She flung her head up, a look of disappointment quickly making its way onto her face. Her feathers around me lost focus and drifted away.

She looked like some words were about to roll out of her mouth, but at the same time, her pride held her in place.

’Ah… looks like this will not be enough to break her.’

I sighed and lifted myself, rivulets of water dripping off my body and forming discordant ripples in the water.

Her eyes followed me as I stood up, and they immediately widened. Her pale face went paler; in that moment, she looked so sick that her cheekbone revealed itself briefly.

I looked down at her and said in a cold tone:

“If you want to kill me, let’s pick a proper place for that… if there’s no other business, award me some privacy, will you? White Feather.”

She kept her head lowered and said nothing.

However, as I was about to climb out of the water, I suddenly felt someone hold me by the wrist.