Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 31 : It suits you well

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 : It suits you well

A sharp ring echoed through the apartment, interrupting the heavy air of indulgence. Lumian glanced at his phone, the name "Michael" flashing on the screen. With a smirk, he answered.

"Took you long enough," Lumian said casually, reclining against the couch.

"I don’t know what’s taking so long, but is the bastard even doing anything suspicious?" Michael asked, his impatience barely masked.

Lumian exhaled, stretching his free arm over the back of the couch. Angela lay sprawled across his lap, her chest rising and falling with exhaustion. He dragged his fingers through her damp hair absentmindedly.

"Nothing too concrete yet," Lumian lied smoothly. "Give it a little more time. If he’s up to something, we’ll catch him red-handed."

There was a pause. Michael was obviously reluctant.

"Are you sure? Feels like we’re wasting time—"

Before he could finish, Lumian raised his palm and brought it down onto Angela’s bare, soft ass. The loud smack echoed through the room.

Angela moaned, her body shivering under his touch.

"What the hell was that?" Michael’s tone shifted immediately, suspicion creeping in.

Lumian chuckled, pressing the phone closer to his ear. "Static interference. Must be your electricity acting up," he lied effortlessly.

Michael grumbled, but before he could pry any further, Lumian hung up.

Angela stirred, finally regaining some strength. She turned her head, blinking up at Lumian with half-lidded eyes. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Lumian tilted his head, his smirk widening. "You’ll find out soon enough."

Angela frowned. "Wait... is someone coming?"

Instead of answering, Lumian simply leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Her protests melted away in an instant, her mind sank back into pleasure.

He pulled away from her, turned her over and raised her ass up in the air. Naturally Angela was flexible being a yoga practitioner, so her ass hung up causing her to lie down in a curvy arch.

Lumian planted another slap on her bare ass, leaving a red imprint of his palm. He spread her drowning pussy in, and pushed his cock in without warning.

"Nngh~wait~Ahnnnn~,"

Lumian managed to push his full length in, causing Angela to tremble as she tried to accept it.

"Fuckkk~ You’re so tight, must be all that stretching and exercising you do,"

"B-Be gentle please ahnn~Lumian, you’re too big " She pleaded

"I won’t,"

Lumian begins to move and pound against her ass, he picks up his speed with each thrust, digging into her without mercy. Angela bites into the couch, moaning uncontrollably into it.

"Let the whole world hear this," Lumian says as he pulled her face from the couch by her hair

"Ahnn~Please~Mmn~Ngnhhh~Lumian!!" Angela trembled under Lumian’s assault on her pussy, "I can’t take it anymore, I’m cumming!!"

Lumian pulled out his cock, and watched Angela tear into the couch, squirting a flood as she orgasmed.

"It seems you’re enjoying this more than I am, what a slut," Lumian smirked

"Im noh a sluhh(I’m not a slut) ," Angela replied with half words, struggling to get her breath

"On your feet," Lumian commanded

Angela obeyed, and suddenly Lumian pushed her against the wall, turned her ass to him and he used her pussy juice to rub her asshole.

"Wait, you’re not going to do that. Are you?" Angela asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, I am"

"Wait–"

It was too late, Lumian had already pressed his tip in, "steady," he said as he held her ass in place, pushing his cock in slowly.

"Ahhnn~take it out~,"

Lumian pushed half of his length in before he started to fuck her ass, just like when he pounds her earlier, he showed not mercy but because of how tight her virgin ass was, Lumian couldn’t thrust as wildly as before.

Outside, Michael was restless.

He had tried to stay patient, but something was gnawing at him—an unease he couldn’t shake. He replayed the sound he had heard over the phone. It didn’t sound like static. It was something else, something familiar.

A moan.

His gut twisted. His mind flickered through horrible possibilities, scenarios that made his hands curl into fists.

But that was ridiculous.

"No..." Michael shook his head, muttering to himself. "Lumian would never... He’s the only one who gives a damn about me."

And yet, the thought refused to leave him.

Michael exhaled sharply, stepping out of his car. He forgot his hat but reached in to take it.

"For goodluck," he says as he adjusted the brim

Waiting wasn’t an option anymore.

Inside, time had slipped away unnoticed.

Angela was barely coherent, her body trembling under Lumian’s touch. Her limbs were weak, her breath shallow. Her tongue lolled slightly from her lips as she gasped for air, her skin glistened with sweat and her own pussy juices. The pleasure had utterly consumed her, reducing her to a mess beneath him.

He had fucked her in every position he could think of, the fact that she was flexible made it easier for him.

Lumian had an unsatisfied look on his face, "Tch, I can’t come because of this bitch’s inability to go more than a three minutes without cumming,"

Lumian glanced at the clock.

"Right on schedule," he mused, running a finger along her flushed cheek.

Angela only whimpered in response, too far gone to register anything beyond him.

He picks her up, takes her to the front of the door and pushes his cock in again, Angela barely moaned this time as she was too far gone, instead a smiled appeared on her face.

"I am going to fill you up in front of your husband. I can hear him running here now. By now he should have an idea about what’s going on or else he’s really a fool," Lumian stated

"My husband?," Angela replied in a slur

"Right now as I’m fucking you, tell me how you want me to fill you up and how I’m better than your husband," He instructed

"Why sh–"

Her words were interrupted by Lumian thrusting in and out of her, he held up with one hand and held her face towards the door with the other.

"You’re so much~nngh~ better than my husband and I wan~ahnnt you to fill me up with your cum!! Fuck me Lumian!!"

Michael stormed up the stairs, his steps heavy, his breath uneven. Sparks crackled around his fingertips, tiny arcs of electricity dancing between them. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to hold back.

His control was slipping, but even now—at the peak of his anger he cared enough to restrain it. There were innocent people in this building.

But whoever was behind that door...

He wouldn’t be so lucky.

As he ran, his neighbour looked at him with a surprised expression, "I thought you were in there," he says

Michael ignored him and came to a stop, standing right in front of his apartment door. His pulse was pounding in his ears. And then—

He heard it.

A sound that made his vision blur with rage.

Moans. Muffled, breathless cries of pleasure.

Coming from inside his home.

Michael pressed his ear to the door. His fingers dug into the wood, his entire body trembling with fury.

It was unmistakable now.

Angela.

His wife.

And someone else.

The sparks around his hands intensified, electricity snapping against the walls. His breathing grew ragged, his self-control fraying.

His mind screamed at him, every instinct urging him to act.

He didn’t hesitate.

With a single kick, the door burst open.

The sight before him made his blood run cold.

His wife—Angela—utterly ruined from pleasure, getting ravaged mercilessly from behind by a towering frame—

Lumian.

The man he trusted.

The man he called a friend.

Michael stood frozen in the doorway, his entire world tilting off its axis.

Lumian, unfazed, looked up and met his gaze.

A smirk spread across his lips as he thrusted even deeper, harder and faster than before.

"Ahnn~ ahnn~ yesss. Fill me up with your seed, Lumian. Make me yours, fuck me, take me~Mmnn. You’re~mmnn~ so much better~ ahnn than my husband. It’s so biggg,"

Michael felt his whole world shatter, and for a moment he just stood there and watched. He watched Lumian twitch, push everything he had in and empty his entire load into Angela, his wife.

Angela dropped to the ground twitching, legs trembling and her eyes half closed. Her pussy and asshole gaped open, and semen flowed out of it.

"Took you longer than I expected," Lumian said, casually running a hand through his hair. "But you’re still right on time."

Michael’s fists trembled. The green hat Lumian had given him suddenly felt like a weight pressing down on his skull.

Lumian’s eyes flickered to it, and his smirk deepened.

"Nice hat," he mused. "Suits you well."

Angela stirred, her body sluggish, her mind hazy. She blinked blearily toward the doorway, struggling to focus.

And then she saw him.

Her husband.

Standing there, unmoving, a storm raging in his eyes.

Angela’s breath hitched. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"M...Michael?"