I’m a Villain, but I Ended Up Having the Hero’s Child

Noatis’s voice, unlike before, was heavy and subdued. His masseter muscles stood out so sharply they looked frightening. Uichan, uneasy, tried to call out to him, but the flower petals had already reached within arm’s length, scattering toward them with terrifying force.
Behind Seok Myeongcheol were the petals shredding everything to pieces, and before him stood Noatis. Cornered like a wild beast, he flailed violently before pressing both hands against the ground in a final act of desperation.
“Fuck! You think I’ll die alone?!”
As Seok Myeongcheol chanted, the earth began to quake violently. The marble floor thickened into a muddy sludge, and from the softening ground emerged a grotesque shape. It moved like clay, sliding beneath people’s feet.
The clearer the clustered mass became, the quicker Uichan realized what it was. A gigantic human face filling half the corridor.
The escaped criminal Seok Myeongcheol’s second ability—“Earth Ogre.” He could control earthen monsters, and when he used his power, a monstrous face would appear on the ground and swallow people whole.
“Run—”
Uichan didn’t even finish shouting before the monster’s mouth opened wide, plunging everything into darkness. Like a tidal wave, it engulfed the surroundings, devouring everyone trapped inside the earthen creature with voracious hunger.
Uichan felt someone’s hand grab him. When he lifted his head, Noatis was there. Behind him, people were forcing their way through the crowd, trying to reach them.
Uichan shook his head, warning them not to come closer. Seok Myeongcheol was biting into his own wrist, glaring at Uichan with the eyes of a demon. His eyes sizzled, glowing as if his ability were about to activate.
“You don’t… know how I, huff… escaped prison, do you?”
Seok Myeongcheol laughed, baring his fangs. Then he tore at his arm and scattered his blood across the earthen creature. Uichan’s eyes trembled violently.
No way—
His first ability, Diffusion. The powder Seok Myeongcheol had poured into his mouth, the narcotic residue stuck between his teeth, the bitten arm, and the blood now scattered.
He’d let his guard down. The bastard had mixed drugs into his own blood to spread them. Now he was going to contaminate the earthen monster, addicting everyone it swallowed.
“Let’s see you all… fucking crawl through hell like me.”
“We have to get out of here!”
Uichan shouted urgently, but it was already too late. The moment he felt his breath grow rough, he knew something was wrong. The narcotic Seok Myeongcheol released wasn’t a strong hallucinogen—it targeted the central nervous system, but its effects didn’t necessarily manifest as sexual arousal.
Human nerves were intricate and unpredictable; depending on which senses were triggered, the outcome could vary wildly. And from experience, the excitement that brewed amid blood and slaughter always led to more killing.
In other words… once trapped inside the earthen monster, this place was bound to become a horrific hell where everyone massacred one another until only one survived.
Uichan shut his eyes tightly. Even at a glance, the number of people swallowed by the creature was considerable—including bleeding wounded and corpses alike.

Screams seemed to echo from afar. The swirling petals lashed toward Uichan savagely—but too late.
KWAANG—!
The earthen monster that had swallowed them all slammed its enormous jaws shut without hesitation.
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After that, his memories were nothing but torn, crushed fragments. Uichan could recall only a few pieces. The people swallowed by the earthen monster had fallen endlessly into a pit that seemed to split into several shafts.
Perhaps thinking the heroes would try to work together and escape, Seok Myeongcheol had divided the captives, scattering them into multiple pits. Each was a sealed chamber, blocked on all sides, without even a trace of light.
Uichan had apparently fallen here with Noatis and two others whose identities he couldn’t remember.
Most of it was a blur. When Uichan regained consciousness, his vision was still shrouded in darkness. Every so often, a flicker of light appeared—only to fade again like a dying spark.
Sometimes a violent wind howled through the pit, shaking everything, followed by a deafening crash that soon subsided. Someone was likely trying to break through the walls to get out. But the stone was so dense and unyielding it left not even a sliver of a gap.
Then the darkness thickened once more. By that time, Uichan’s whole body was flushed red, as if a fever of fire bloomed through his skin. A pile of clothes—he didn’t know whose—was draped over his curled-up body. Clutching them, he twisted and groaned.
He was clearly not in his right mind, lost in a drugged haze. Unable to bear it any longer, he let out a shallow, ragged breath. Somewhere around him, he felt massive figures flinch. He couldn’t see a thing, but somehow he could feel them.
“Is… anyone there…?”
His tone wavered, words slurred and limp. His stomach itched unbearably, and he hugged himself tight, whimpering. What was he supposed to do with this?
Then, suddenly, a cold hand reached out and brushed the hair from his forehead. The touch was strangely cooling.
“…Are you in pain?”
“Ah… yes. A little, it’s… it’s bad… I’m sorry….”
As Uichan mumbled, another hand extended from the opposite side. Even in this pitch-black void, they behaved as though they could see him completely. The first touch was the hardest; once one reached him, others followed. Hands stretched toward him from every direction. Some were icy cold, others burning hot.
With each touch, a feverish heat stirred inside him. Should he pretend not to notice the hands crawling over his body? But there was no strength left in him—no reason, no restraint.
A large hand gripped the back of his neck, yanking him forward. His curled-up body was forced straight, colliding with another’s chest. A cold hand pried open his lips and slid inside. His breath hitched—and then his mind went blank.
Everything that followed flashed like a stuttering lightbulb. Flicker, flicker—scenes cutting in and out. Each time his senses returned, Uichan was doing something unimaginable.
At one moment, he was locked in a fierce kiss with someone, their mouths devouring each other until they were gasping for air. The other person stripped off his soiled suit jacket with rough, impatient hands. The touch was aggressive, yet hesitant—never truly trying to hurt him.
His vision blinked again. Through a faint slit of light, someone was looking down at him. Their eyes met—and only then did Uichan realize who it was. Black hair, and gray eyes glinting through it.
It was unmistakably La Épée.
That was the name everyone called him. And then, from behind, another hand reached forward, forcing Uichan’s lips open and pressing down with its tongue. This one belonged to a man with black hair and golden eyes.
Right—people called that one “Blacktan.”
Between them, the brown hair he glimpsed must have belonged to Noa… Uichan fought desperately to keep his eyes from closing.
Thirst burned his throat, his lower abdomen churned, and his body kept curling up on its own. He held on as long as he could—until the light in his mind finally burst and went out.
When he opened his eyes again, he was clinging to someone, gasping for breath.
His pants were already gone, and someone was gripping his arousal. Unable to suppress the fever inside him, the tip was slick with moisture. A large hand wrapped around both his and the other’s, rubbing them together in rough, urgent strokes. Each sharp, wet sound made a cry break from Uichan’s lips.
Each time he cried out, someone soothed him with a kiss. Another hand parted the soft flesh of his backside and pushed something inside. Strangely, even there felt wet—slick, as a firm knuckle slid in.
“Hh—!”
Uichan trembled, body °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° curling as the fingers stirred deep within him. In front, his length was still gripped and shaken in short, quick motions. The pleasure climbed until it felt like his skin would peel away, and in his clenched hand, he found another’s hardness. In his dazed state, he grasped it clumsily and began to move. A ragged breath spilled hot against his nape.
“More… a little harder… do it harder.”
It was Noa’s voice. By then, all of their minds were already a wreck. Someone pressed a burning tip against Uichan’s entrance. The firm pressure pushed harder and harder, spreading him open until it slid inside—and Uichan couldn’t even scream.
He only gasped soundlessly, head thrown back. What… what was this. His breath caught, and all he could do was cling to the body in front of him. The movement paused for a heartbeat when Uichan wrapped his hand around his own stomach.
Then it drove in deep, striking the end of him with a heavy thrust. Even in total darkness, Uichan felt his vision black out. When the thick shaft drew out in one swift pull, he exhaled sharply.
“Ah—hah!”
He tried to crawl away, scraping at the floor, but a hand caught his waist and dragged him back. The hardness plunged into him again, heavy and relentless.
Instinctively, Uichan tried using his ability on them several times—to draw out the drug that had poisoned them all. But with his mind melted under the fever of arousal, there was no way he could control his power properly.
[Reverse Flow]
“Hh, wait…”
[Reverse Flow]
“Hah, hh… ngh!”
[Reverse Flow]
“Ahk… hh…”
Only then did Uichan understand why they hadn’t been able to escape this place. It was the same reason his own ability hadn’t worked on them—when the mind was this clouded and broken, no ability could manifest properly. In the cramped space, the rough, uneven sounds of their breathing meshed together without pause.
Seok Myeongcheol had likely thrown them in together hoping they would tear Uichan apart. But even he couldn’t have imagined things would turn out like this.
They treated Uichan like something fragile, like glass about to shatter, yet held him again and again without rest. They kept brushing the tear-stained sides of his face, kissing softly over every part of his trembling body. None of it was gentle in the purest sense—but by comparison, it almost felt tender.