Villainous Me: Help! The heroines are yanderes!
Chapter 65: The end is here[GTG]

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: The end is here[GTG]

Ryan’s muscles coiled tight, each one a battlefield where restraint clashed with surges of desire. His eyes shut, a dam holding back the flood of sounds threatening to escape him. Her touch was like wildfire, searing his skin, lighting up every nerve. His mind, a kaleidoscope of fractured sensations, struggled to stay focused on the objective.

Her warm breath ghosted against his ear, sending a thrill down his spine. Her fingers moved with a dark, almost magical purpose, skating over his skin and leaving a shiver of mingled desire and unease in their wake. Every fiber of his being strained against the rising tide, desperately trying to hold onto control.

But control slipped away. The pleasure, sharp and undeniable, finally tore free. A guttural moan escaped him as he yielded to the storm. He was drowning—not in bliss, but in a suffocating swell of her influence. "Damn you," he rasped, voice hoarse, a plea for control. "How can you be so depraved in the middle of an exam?" Even as he spoke, he knew it was pointless. She had him caught in a web of temptation, his will no more than a trapped insect.

She arched an eyebrow, a flicker of irritation dimming her beauty. "Still fighting, are we?" she purred, her voice a predator’s taunt. "I admit, you’re proving to be a fascinating challenge. But resistance is pointless. Surrender." She punctuated her command with a cruel twist of her wrist.

A sting burst across his cheek, sharpening the searing heat pulsing through him. Sweat traced down his temple, but he glared, defiant. "You will pay for this, I swear," he vowed, his voice venomous.

Her laughter, cold and low, reverberated through the tension in the air. "Threats, too? I think it’s time for more... persuasive methods." With a flourish, her deceptively innocent prop morphed into a vicious whip.

A rush of panic tightened his throat. "Wait," he stammered, his bravado dissolving. "What are you doing?"

She merely smiled—a humorless, predatory smile. "Teaching you some respect."

The whip cracked, a coiled serpent leaving livid welts on his skin. Agony exploded through him, a dark symphony that seemed to fuel her twisted delight. "Beg," she taunted, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

But Ryan clenched his teeth. "Never," he spat, defiance burning even as darkness closed in.

Her smile wavered, shifting to a mask of fury. "Still defiant, are we? I’ll make you worship me—even if it takes an eternity." Each stroke of the whip wore him down, inching him toward surrender.

Finally, in a moment of desperate rage, he lashed out, spitting blood in her face. His defiance shocked her into a frenzy. "How dare you!" she screeched, her calm veneer cracking.

Before she could retaliate, he struck with a fierce, sudden movement, plunging a hidden katana into her back. Her face twisted in shock as she realized her attacker was her captive.

"Die," he growled, twisting the blade. He yanked it free, and her body began disintegrating into pixels, her final, twisted smile lingering.

"I’ll find you, no matter where you hide," she hissed before vanishing completely.

As the rush faded, Ryan slumped, his body heavy with exhaustion. "Not bad, clone," he muttered, watching his shadow duplicate fade into the darkness.

[Mana: 2/50]

Just then, his watch jolted, and a notification screen appeared mid-air.

[Kill: 1

Cumulative Points: 4000]

He managed a bitter smile. "I’ll find a place to rest," he mumbled, dragging himself onward. The shadow-link ability had taken a toll, forcing him to endure everything his clone had experienced. His successful attack had been sheer luck—something he knew he couldn’t count on next time.

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CRACKLE

The sky writhed in a tempestuous ballet of fracturing light. Reality itself seemed to teeter on the precipice of collapse, a canvas painted with the violent strokes of impending oblivion. A hacking cough echoed through the desolate throne room, punctuated by a splatter of shimmering, golden blood.

*Coughs*

Owen, a man woven from the very fabric of starlight, his hair a corona of celestial fire and his eyes galaxies swirling in miniature, slumped back against his obsidian throne. Weakness etched lines across his face, a stark contrast to the cosmic power that usually emanated from him.

"My word, Owen," a voice echoed within the cavernous halls of his mind, laced with both concern and exasperation, "how much longer can you sustain this madness?"

"As long as it takes," Owen rasped, his voice a dying ember struggling against the encroaching darkness.

The voice sighed, a sound like the rustling of ancient parchment. "They are coming, Owen. They will find you soon. Why persist in delaying the inevitable? Begin the final phase, while you still can!"

"He’s not ready yet," Owen gritted out, his gaze fixed on some unseen vista beyond the crumbling reality. "My essence wanes, that much is true, but I cannot rush the process. He must reach the apex first."

"All the more reason to expedite matters! Your power can barely conceal his realm any longer. That’s part of the reason his soul was nearly snatched away by her."

A flicker of defiance sparked in Owen’s celestial eyes. "He may not be strong enough to challenge the gods yet, but releasing the final piece now would be reckless. It would grant him power, but not the control he needs to wield it."

"Is that why you severed his memories? To keep him from seeking Elena?" The voice pressed, a hint of accusation woven into its ethereal tones.

Silence. A heavy, oppressive silence filled the chamber, broken only by the relentless crackling of a dying world.

"The choice is yours, Owen," the voice finally conceded. "But heed this as a warning: if the gods discover this realm before his transformation is complete, the world we know will be irrevocably altered, and not for the better. Remember that, oh god of deception."

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