I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 78: Found My Ninja Way In The Most Shameful, Unsettling Manner Possible

The woman chuckled, her voice tinged with a weary sort of amusement. ”Well, welcome to it too.”

Silence descended afterwards. Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. My situation had irrevocably changed. I was now a wanted criminal, likely destined to be on the run for the rest of my life. And if my plan to dismantle the Church was to succeed, I needed to be extraordinarily good at it.

Of course, growing stronger was not even up for debate. It was the absolute prerequisite for survival. I needed to achieve devastating results, have a lot of sex to expand my spirit plane and use my attributes a lot to push them to their limits so they could evolve.

All so I could get Emma back, and quickly.

”You look like you could shatter into a thousand pieces,” she murmured, her gaze scanning my face.

Her words snapped me back from a deep dive into thoughts I hadn’t even realized I’d entered.

She sighed, her eyes flicking away from mine, a flicker of something — pain? regret? — tightening her expression. ”About your sister. I’m sorry... I was careless...”

”No,” I interrupted, shaking my head.

’Careless? That’s putting it mildly, but she doesn’t need to beat herself up over Derek.’

”It’s that guy, Derek. He’s just... incredibly annoying, to be blunt. You owed us absolutely nothing, and you’ve helped us all this way. I’m... deeply grateful for that. Protecting Emma was my responsibility, and I failed. I will get her back, though. Definitely.”

A flicker of surprise crossed her face. ”Since she’s a child, I can guarantee you they won’t kill her. Whenever you’re ready to go get her back, reach out to me. I want to go with you.”

A small, maybe even hopeful, smile touched my lips. ”That’s a promise?”

”Of course it is!” Her own smile was suddenly broad and hearty. ”Come here.”

She pulled me into a tight hug, her chest pressing firmly against mine for a moment. The embrace lingered, longer than a simple friendly gesture, a shared moment of quiet defiance and mutual understanding. Then, as if waking from a trance, we pulled away.

Our eyes met, locking for a breathless, tense instant. My gaze, drawn by an unseen force, slowly lowered to her lips – full, lush, and emphasizing her beauty in a striking way. My head tilted, my attention wholly captivated by them. Our breaths grew shallow, catching in our throats.

My hand moved, tentatively at first.

And then, as my lips found hers in a soft, searching kiss, my hand gently cupped her neck. Her lips parted in response, yielding, welcoming. The kiss deepened, a surge of slick, moist pleasure flooding my senses.

My body reacted, a strange mix of rage and raw, burgeoning pleasure driving me forward. The taste of her mouth – a complex blend of grime, sweat, and something uniquely her own – was intoxicating. My fingers tightened on her neck, urging more force into the kiss, and her lips responded in kind, pressing back with equal fervor.

The intensity escalated. She parted my jaw, drawing me closer, her tongue a daring intruder in my mouth, exploring its depths with a practiced, disquieting skill, like a lone canoe navigating a midnight storm.

Her kissing style was devastating, a primal force that ignited a reckless impulse to pin her against the wall, rip away her clothes, and claim her then and there with unrestrained force.

’God, where did that thought come from?’

It was a peculiar sensation, this raw power she wielded, this unsettling flow that coursed through me.

And I gave myself over to it.

My hands found her waist, pulling her closer until her body settled against my legs. We broke the kiss, but her gaze, those piercing amber eyes, remained fixed on me, fueling a burgeoning fire within me as she crossed her legs, settling herself more firmly onto my thighs.

Her muscled arms wrapped around my neck as she leaned in, kissing me deeply once more. My hands traced the curve of her waist, then moved to her back, a possessive caress.

Moments like these... they made me wish for the ability to use Summoner’s Touch on normal people, too. To amplify this pleasure, to make her feel ten times what she was experiencing. It would be such an easy win, a direct path to total dominance, much like I’d managed with Lira.

The thought of Lira, however, brought a sharp pang of guilt. The guilt of what I was doing, of this betrayal. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, I held her tighter. We broke the kiss again, and I lowered my head, pressing kisses to her shoulder, then suckling and biting her skin as I made my way towards the swell of her cleavage.

Lira. Even if Lira were alive, I would still do this. I have zero desire to commit to just one person. Why would I when I can have... all of them? Committing to one isn’t my calling in this world; otherwise, why would I have been blessed with these attributes, with the ability to summon so many villainesses?

The goal was clear: to forge an ultimate harem of formidable villainesses, women who would stand by my side, instrumental in my war against the Church. Their nature — be it spirit summon or normal beings, humans, elves, dragonbo — didn’t matter. Even heroines, if necessary, I would taint and claim as my own.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I tore at Nisha’s clothes, her brown breasts falling into view. They were like perfectly formed teardrops, fuller at the bottom, gently sloping at the top. Surprisingly massive, especially considering her lean, athletic build.

’Her top certainly did a good job of hiding all this,’ I thought wryly.

I took one breast into my mouth. Immediately, she threw her head back and moaned, her strong hands gripping my hair, digging in.

I suckled, my tongue playfully teasing her nipple. With each beat of her heart, she moaned, my hair tightening in her grip. And with each beat, she moved in seductive rhythms, pressing her groin against the insistent bulge of my dick pressing against her.