I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess
Chapter 41: Men think with only one head

Chapter 41: Men think with only one head

I’m dead. I did everything to satisfy this woman. If all of that isn’t enough to calm and dominate her, I don’t know who in this world would be capable of it.

We’re sprawled on the bed. Thankfully, the bed didn’t break, and I don’t have to worry about possible repairs later, though I’m not sure if anyone else heard our high-impact activity.

I caress Moriah’s hair beside me, she’s snoozing so peacefully it actually scares me. What’s the probability of the same thing happening again? If I sneak out, will she come after me armed? But today, it’s not like she needs to...

I look at the moth-woman’s foolish little face beside me. It’s cute. I want to poke her while she sleeps, her head resting in such deep serenity that it makes me doubt if that psycho killer and the person lying next to me are the same person.

Better not misunderstand, she’s evil. Who the hell drugs someone else for sex out of nowhere? Not to mention the possible horrible experiments she must have committed with little rats or inside that mansion before we met... I prefer not to even imagine.

...but, at the same time, there’s something mesmerizing about seeing someone like her so vulnerable. The contrast is absurd. During the day, she hides in a dark laboratory and rips the livers out of horrendous monsters, while now, lying beside me, she just seems like... any other woman. With moth wings, yes, but still a woman. A very beautiful one, in fact.

I let out a low sigh, slowly adjusting myself so as not to wake her. My body is still exhausted, bruised in some spots, and the elixir she prepared worked so well I almost felt like a demigod, until the side effect made me lose motor coordination for twenty minutes.

I’m grateful that only happened after the sex.

Still, the thought keeps echoing in the back of my mind: Moriah is deadly. Unfortunately, I don’t have a better comparison than "poison", but they say even the worst snake venom can turn into an antidote. May this be true.

My fingers slowly slide over one of her wings resting on the covers. The texture is soft like warm silk and strangely firm. If I’m not careful, one flap could rip my head off.

"You’re not going to fly on top of me now, are you?", I murmur, more to myself than to her.

Nothing. She just rolls onto her side, mumbling a moth-like hum.

My body is begging for rest, but my head has already entered survival mode. It’s horrible when you literally have to sleep next to a lion’s den.

Worse than that is how much there is to sort out, especially about the curse, about Ravenna’s whereabouts, and also... what I’m going to do about Leonhardt.

His name alone makes me nauseous. I bet he’s currently playing the hero in some temple, giving some pretty speech with that bland puritanical air that makes me want to punch him so badly. Even more so now, knowing he’s about to leave on a mission with inquisitors, which could ruin any chance of using him to get rid of this curse more easily...

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I missed this peace, just hearing the wind echo outside. The only other times a similar occasion occurred were with Elizia...

Elizia... Wait, why am I thinking about another woman in this situation? This just ended up being one of the best nights of my life, even if in the most suspicious way possible!

"Damn it", I whisper, pulling the sheet up and looking at my flaccid best friend. "Good thing you’re too big of a problem for me to just ditch."

Maybe I should escape while it’s possible. Or not? Moriah is so cute here beside me... it almost makes me unwilling to leave this bed. For a second, that’s the only thought: maybe I’ve found a kind of private paradise, the kind that comes with risks of death. For some twisted reason, exactly my style.

Clink. What was that?

Clink. Again. Is someone changing the locks outside? Who’s the bastard?

Before my body can properly stretch, the window explodes in a shower of shards. A hooded shadow flies in, landing with animalistic precision. The blade in their right hand reflects the moonlight for a second before coming straight for me.

I can only lose my breath, paying attention to nothing but the reflection glaring into my eyes.

However, the blade never gets an inch close to me. Instead, there’s only a terrible sound of tearing flesh, breaking bones, and an extremely high-pitched insectoid hiss reverberating through the room.

She had been asleep less than ten seconds ago, and now she stands, naked, with her wings fully spread and splattered with blood, her eyes glowing with a dark, hungry hue. The assassin didn’t stand a chance.

One of her claws struck him in the chest, throwing his body against the wall like a rag doll. Ow, I could hear his spine breaking.

Moriah advances with bare feet over the shards of glass, stepped on his torso, and dug her fingers into his mask. Her sharp nails ripped off the fabric and half his face in a single movement. In a few seconds, the poor man’s face was flayed, revealing parts of his skull.

She crouched down and held the man’s neck, using her other hand to shove the claws into his lower jaw and begin to pull. My God... she’s treating this guy like a bag of chips.

The final sound was a wet crack, followed by the thud of his skull hitting the floor.

Moriah stood there, breathing deeply for a few seconds, her chest slowly rising and falling. Part of her face and neck were covered in blood. Her wings too.

She turned her gaze to me, with the same serenity as before. Her golden eyes focused on me. Isn’t this scene very similar to that time? When I almost died? Please, no.

The problem is I’m too scared to move. The slightest movement will leave me split in half on the floor, perhaps not too different from this assassin. I take a deep breath. I finally understand why Count Vandric never stayed home and paid so little attention to his own wife.

There’s a dagger in the drawer by the bed. Do I grab it? No? Yes? No way! The slightest thing will kill me! Come on, Darius, try to keep your composure and control this woman, she’s yours!

"Uh, Moriah, I think it’d be better if... we took a bath now. You’re all covered in blood."

She didn’t blink for a second. Then, suddenly shook her head, as if consciousness had finally descended. Her eyes stopped focusing so intensely on me and averted from the shattered corpse on the floor with a kind of disgust.

"I’d love to. Can you come with me?"

"Su-Sure..."

Of all the wrong decisions I’ve made in my life... this might have been the most dangerous. The feeling of being naked in my room, with a dead guy nearby and the girl I just had great sex with all stained with blood, will be etched in my mind forever.

We call the servants to clean up the mess, also demanding a good bath. As a couple of servants struggled, with much effort and little stomach, to carry what was left of the unfortunate man on the carpet, Moriah simply walked across the royal palace carpet, leaving faint bloodstains behind.

She was occupied with her own wings, as if more concerned with removing a loose fiber caught between her scaly chitin than remembering the brutal way she ripped a man’s head off with her bare hands.

"You should run, hide, scream to the gods for mercy", these are the generic thoughts normal people would have regarding a woman like her, but I only think with my lower head, so I ended up unintentionally focusing on that round, delicious ass moving in front of me.

We entered the bathing area. The private room had been prepared with a steaming bathtub.

The scent of soap wafted through the air with a wonderful aroma, even though the metallic smell of blood was very present on Moriah’s body. She entered first, unceremoniously, and sat down slowly, gracefully retracting her wings. The water around her instantly darkened with red hues.

Like any other man with only one brain, I followed right behind, more captivated by her ample backside than frightened by the huge red flag painted all over her body.

The temperature was perfect. Hot enough to loosen my muscles, clean the remnants of dried blood, and almost make me forget the recent murder. Moriah closed her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder. Her still-damp hair clung to my chest, and her wings slowly unfolded over the edge.

For a moment, only the sound of water lapping against the edges of that extremely wide bathtub reverberated through the room, along with a fountain gushing more water in.

"Are you going to abandon me tomorrow?"

My spine locked up. I swallowed hard. It would be easy to lie, but that scene filled me with genuine fear of what would happen if she caught me in a lie.

"No. We’ll stay together all the time..."

I moved my arm to the side, touching Moriah’s waist, and pulled her close at once. "As long as you behave like my woman."

"My dear..."

She blushed a little. Haaah, I’m acting crazy! I touched the moth-woman’s chin and lifted it, giving her a little kiss on the mouth to get her attention. After that, I couldn’t resist another good session of intense activity. Why I’m so degenerate like this?!