The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines

Ferzen slowly approached Lizzy. His gaze was directed between her spread legs, blatantly scanning that intimate place. As his eyes landed on her underwear, she instinctively flinched. But soon she spread her legs even more, taking a provocative pose.

“……”

They only had relations once a month so that Ferzen could keep his emotions.

It was no different from a habit formed over the years, not just a day or two.

Ferzen was so surprised that Lizzy herself had shattered it, that he didn’t even think to put down the tie he had loosened.

He was astonished that she had become perceptive enough to see through his inner thoughts, and he found it unpleasant that someone else had voiced those thoughts.

There was no need to rack his brains over it.

By Ferzen’s standards, only one person was skilled in reading ugly emotions—Corleone, the Old Snake of the Alfred Family.

“What are you doing? Since when did you have the right to refuse, taking your sweet time like that?”

“Lizzy.”

“Isn’t it much better for you to brutally violate your pregnant wife, rather than have me commit suicide as I am now and live as an empty shell plagued by obsessive-compulsive disorder again?”

Faced with her behavior that blocked his escape in one breath, Ferzen put down the tie he was holding and gave a bitter smile.

“It’s really amazing.”

“……”

“I only realized after coming here that you could show such a variety of emotional smiles.”

Silently listening to the sharp, sarcastic mockery, Ferzen took off his clothes as she wished and climbed onto the bed.

An upper body with wide shoulders and well-defined lean muscles, unusual for a Warlock.

His lower body also had long legs with appropriate muscles, clearly showing his superiority as a male to anyone’s eyes, but…

“Hah.”

When his limp penis, unable to hold any sexual arousal, broke that balance, Lizzy let out a small sneer.

However, far from feeling ashamed, Ferzen leaned his upper body to gently caress Lizzy’s cheek and gave a gentle kiss on her neck.

Each and every movement was imbued with deep consideration, so to anyone’s eyes, it was the appearance of a husband who cherished his wife. But Lizzy, whose flesh was pressed against Ferzen, was filled with disgust.

“Yes. In a way, it’s also a disgusting and vulgar act for you to pretend to be a good husband to me and engage in foreplay.”

However…

“But like this, there’s nothing for you to lose, is there?”

Lizzy grabbed Ferzen’s face with her delicate hands, making him look straight down at her, and then wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him close.

Their faces naturally drew near, close enough to vividly feel each other’s breath, and their red and violet eyes, reflecting each other’s image, became viscously entangled with contrasting emotions.

In that decadent atmosphere, Lizzy, who first pressed her lips against his, stuck out her tongue and gently licked Ferzen’s teeth…

Crunch!

As Ferzen opened his mouth to respond, she roughly bit his lips.

“……”

The stinging pain clearly spread, but Ferzen didn’t let out a single groan.

“……”

Lizzy also didn’t show any surprise at the coppery taste of blood seeping into the corner of her mouth.

Rather, she smiled, showcasing her blood-dyed lips.

Because Ferzen noticed that this was a kind of final warning, even without Lizzy directly saying it…

Creak–!

The bed bearing the two of them shook quite violently.

*****As the falling rain subsided and even the lingering sunset in the sky vanished into the night, Lizzy showed a distorted smile as she looked at Ferzen, who was choking her neck while panting heavily.

Her breasts, considerably swollen due to pregnancy, were blatantly exposed. Amidst the distinct teeth marks etched around her areola, her abused nipples were so pitifully swollen they couldn’t stop twitching.

However, despite such humiliation, Lizzy tightly squeezed Ferzen’s monstrous member.

Simply in terms of sexual pleasure, her body could provide an extraordinary sensation. Being caught between the hypocrisy of considering the child and his own desires, Ferzen filled Lizzy with a truly hard-to-suppress twisted ecstasy.

Especially when she moved as if to lift her squishy insides, tightly gripping the base so his penis couldn’t slip out, and then giving a vulgar kiss near the urethra in front of the settled cervix…

Squeeze!

Ferzen’s hand gripping her neck applied even more force.

The desire to thrust his monster into her cervix, following the pleasure remembered by the body, and violate the female.

Ferzen, who suppressed that emotion with effort, gritted his teeth and sweated.

Was it because the mask of hypocrisy was that sturdy?

Or was it because even as a hideous villain, the child who inherited his blood was that precious to him?

Well, the answer wasn’t important anyway.

Whichever it was, it was a disgusting and contemptible answer.

Creak.

Eventually, the bed creaked lowly.

As his monster slipped out and violently twitched, splattering sticky semen between her crotch, Lizzy stared at the ceiling of the room for a while without a word.

The twisted ecstasy she felt while watching Ferzen panting during the intercourse disappeared quickly like water droplets evaporating under the sunlight.

What remained, following her cooling body temperature, was an extremely hollow heart and an intense self-loathing that was hard to ignore.

Rustle.

At that moment, Lizzy moved her gaze with an expressionless face as she watched Ferzen wipe her body with a clean cloth soaked in warm water.

Perhaps he thought it would be more effective to show kindness now.

As he neatly wiped her soiled body and lay down next to her, pulling up the blanket, Lizzy carefully turned to lie on her side.

But his firm body snugly pressed against her back, his thick forearms embraced her, and his large hand gently kneaded the breast he had abused.

“Did you tame that unsightly woman, the original owner of this territory, in this way too?”

“……”

“I don’t think you and that woman had a romantic start from the beginning. Locking her in a cage with no family, relatives, or even mere acquaintances. You must have gone through a process of subjugation, imprinting that the only human warmth she could feel was from you alone.”

Well.

“Were you proud when your plan worked?”

And.

“Do you think I’ll be like that too?”

“……”

“The position of being your wife, the mother of this child… it can’t replace the meaning of my life, which is to wish for your unhappiness.”

Ferzen didn’t answer, but Lizzy still persisted in speaking.

“Living like a human being doesn’t always have a good meaning.”

No matter how much one praises life, the shadowy ugliness cannot be hidden in turn.

Such duality is the most accurate proof of what it means to be human.

Ferzen, who neatly covered up the sins he committed, stood tall on the foundation of a happy life.

A purely happy life is an ideal,

So in a sense…

“If you really want to live a human life, I might be the one helping you the most with that.”

With those words, silence lingered and the night deepened.

50 days later, Lizzy gave birth.

It was a lovely baby girl.

And Lizzy named that baby girl Lobelia.

A bellflower with no stem, blooming as if an egg was turned upside down.

It is often used as a medicinal ingredient to relieve asthma and bronchitis, but on the other hand, its flower language is…

Resentment, malice, crisis, distrust.

*****As a mother, Lizzy was clumsy at everything.

Because of that, she received a lot of help from the maids, but nevertheless, she tried to hold the baby in her arms as much as possible.

The deeper the bond between herself and the child, the more hateful the existence of the father who abuses the loving mother would become.

With that thought in mind, Lizzy held the wriggling baby in her arms and latched her onto her breast.

Slurp.

Judging by the fact that the baby wasn’t sucking too hard, perhaps the breast milk was coming out better than expected.

Gazing at the baby who was burying her face in her chest and diligently sucking on her breast, Lizzy held her tiny hand.

The few strands of red hair were too sparse to even be called hair.

It was definitely a characteristic that showed the child had inherited her blood, but…

Strangely, the eye color was not like hers or Ferzen’s, but a jet-black color like obsidian.

She tried to sarcastically mention this fact to Ferzen, but she didn’t get the reaction she hoped for.

From Ferzen’s point of view, he knew that Lizzy hadn’t slept with any other man besides him.

In the first place, although eye color is influenced by genetics, Lizzy knew through Seo-jin’s memories that the role of melanin was greater.

“…….I think it’s fortunate.”

Lobelia’s appearance didn’t seem to be heavily influenced by Ferzen.

It gave Lizzy comfort, and at the same time, it evoked a sense of security that the lack of commonalities between the father and herself might not weaken the bond between mother and daughter.

Yes.

Not only the way of raising a child but also the way of becoming attached to a child…

She was clumsy, sloppy, and incompetent at everything.