I Only Summon Villainesses

A wide, triumphant grin marred my face for a brief moment. It was malicious too.

I heard the water ripple as White Feather pulled herself out of it. I did not glance back; instead, I kept my gaze forward, my expression stripped of emotion.

She stepped onto the stone floor, and for a moment the silence was deafening.

“It’s strange…”

Her voice was warmer, more tender than what I had heard in the hall earlier today—or even a few moments ago.

“Your touch… is strange. It’s maddening, but surprisingly enough, it’s the closest thing to satisfaction I’ve felt in two hundred years.”

She released my hand, and I slowly turned toward her. She lifted her own hands, staring at her palm.

“The demands of being this… are a curse. I knew it and was willing to pay the price, but I was a foolish summoner back then. No amount of essence is ever enough. No amount of food is ever enough. Nothing is ever enough. My soul is a gluttonous whirlwind that wants to consume and destroy everything.”

Her gaze met mine, and even though I was honestly trying my best, it was impossible to avert my eyes from her wet clothes.

First of all, she was wearing thin linen, and though it wasn’t intended to be see-through, after the water had its way with it, it cared little for its intended purpose. The cloth clung stubbornly to her skin, forming veins of its own. Through it, the contour and structure of her bazookas were clearly visible.

She had the kind that stood like balloons. They seemed to possess a bouncy trait, shifting within the linen even with minimal movement. They sat on her chest in harmony with her frame letting nothing look out of proportion.

If there had to be anything remarkable, it wasn’t the bazookas but the little knobheads crowning them.

’How are they so huge!’

It took a moment of focus to return to White Feather’s expression.

She lifted her hands to her chest, blocking the view for a moment.

“I care too deeply for my clan to let myself destroy it with my abyssal hunger…”

She trembled slightly.

“But when you touched me… I felt something I had forgotten to feel… I… I felt satisfaction.”

She looked into my eyes.

’You’re blocking my damn view!’

“Are you serious about what you said? Do you truly seek to protect my clan?”

It wasn’t until she asked the question that I stopped trying to gain X-ray vision through her hands to get a better view of those teats.

I sighed.

“I said this before… and I hate repeating myself. I am the safest option for your clan right now… and I mean no harm. I have my ambitions, yes, but they are not harmful to your clan.”

She kept her gaze fixed on me.

“Will you at least tell me your ambitions, then?”

Her pale face seemed even more beautiful than before. I didn’t know how it was possible, but pale light filtered through the windows. Outside was darkness, yet it looked as though the moon had crested the water sky.

But I was damn sure the Waterlands had no moon… or skies.

I took her jaw, still using Summoner’s Touch.

“Is that what you want to concern yourself with right now? My goals?”

The look in her eyes changed. Their scarlet color deepened, though in a subdued way. A flush spread across her cheeks and over her nose.

She stuttered.

“I—I’d r-rather have this conversation… for the sake of my clan.”

In my hand, I felt no resistance from White Feather anymore — not even the slightest.

I pulled her jaw forward, and she followed. Her lids slowly lowered, her gaze focusing on my lips as they drew closer.

Her lips met mine, and I felt her tremble for a moment.

I didn’t stop there. I pulled her lips into mine with tenderness while using my other hand to grab a portion of her squishy, compact haunches, pulling her into my embrace.

She was helpless against the sudden pull and tried to retreat her lips, but I held them with a soft bite, earning an adorable scowl.

I released her lips and said:

“My clan this, my clan that… forget about your clan tonight and worry about surviving the night in one piece.”

I placed my hands on her narrow waist and lifted her off the ground easily. My strength was more than sufficient, or she was incredibly light… or maybe both.

’I can try lifting Kassie someday.’

I set her gently on the edge of the wooden basin, and she settled into a comfortable sit.

My gaze lingered on hers, taking in her delicate scarlet eyes, her white brows against alabaster skin. Her wet white hair clung to her body and the side of her face, making her look like a drenched pup.

I leaned toward her and captured her lips again. As I kissed her softly, warmly, I sent a wave of Summoner’s Touch from the tip of my tongue, filling her with it.

The moment I did, I got a reaction.

She flung her arms around my neck, pulled me closer, and wrapped her legs around me, crossing them behind my back. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her head tilted upward, crushing me with a wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure.

I almost staggered. It felt more like a soul attack than a kiss. It was a release—as though I had shattered a heavy gate and unleashed something immense.

But it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

Because in that moment of overwhelming pleasure, [Infinite Vitality] reinvigorated me.

’Now that I think about it—’

White Feather’s tongue seized mine so swiftly and forcefully that my thoughts vanished. In that instant, something tore at the core of my being, as if trying to rip me to shreds.

For a moment, I felt more pain than pleasure.

The next moment, I understood what was happening.

And I suspected that even [Infinite Vitality] might not be able to save me from this.