A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

'It was definitely his dick'

A woman with glistening golden eyes and the breeze gently tousling her midnight-black hair exuded a chilly aura that was distinct from the past few hours. Her sheer black dress, paired with ebony lipstick, created a captivating and unconventional appearance with her squinted eyes looking into the distance.

At the palace gate, a lineup of luxurious cars could be seen, alongside maids in short dresses reminiscent of the Qipao worn by courtesans, staying true to the traditional theme, with the dresses ending at their upper thighs in red and pink flowers adorning the design.

'Stiff, trembling and wet, hmm', Aecilia's eyes stayed frigid, her expression remaining detached as her finger continued to tap on her thighs, trying to shake off the strange sensation she felt on her lap when she embraced Avendial to shield him from the explosion.

"Have you checked the room?" Aecilia cast a quick glance towards a woman in a short dress, whose hands were positioned in a poised manner on her abdomen – one above the other. Her head was slightly bent, and she held a stoic expression.

"Lady, the palace maids have been restoring the room to its original state, but we have information that Rivia Dominic was seen accompanying the Marquess inside the room.", The woman held her head low as she disclosed important information, which was not difficult to obtain given the vulnerability of the male servants in the palace.

They were unable to resist sharing secrets, especially in the face of a simple act like a blowjob.

'She took his first, bitch', Aecilia tilted her head, closed her eyes, folded her hands in front of her as she tried to calm her anger. She took a moment to think before turning back and continuing her inquiry," When did Patric Vrandin purchase a strong aphrodisiac?"

Aecilia could easily see that the supposed poisoning event was simply a facade once she observed the body language signals on Avendial, realizing they were clearly a result of a potent aphrodisiac.

Instead of being concerned, she felt relieved knowing he was safe. Thanks to the medicine, she finally had the opportunity to have a genuine conversation with him for the first time.

But, to have a more meaningful conversation, she needs crucial information, such as who was behind all of this?

"Eh? Lady, the only Vrandin who purchased an Aphrodisiac recently according to our information is Neha Vrandin." The woman, confused, lifted her eyes and glanced towards Aecilia, who stood with her eyes slightly widening before relaxing and turning towards a certain direction.

"That slut must be spreading her legs somewhere." Aecilia clenched her teeth as she gazed in the direction of the palaces belonging to the heirs of the Arinphiam kingdom, fully aware that the entire spectacle was orchestrated to ensure Patric's demise and secure victory in the Vrandin family's inheritance dispute.

And most likely, the Marquess was made a scapegoat in it.

Despite not being widely known, as a member of the Sertsul family, it was not difficult for her to have information about a noble family, considering that the strongest information network in the Empire belonged to the Sertsul family.

"Lady, if you are referring to Neha Vrandin, she was last seen entering Prince Orion's Palace just a few hours ago." The woman, used to Aecilia's less refined way of speaking, looked up before sharing the newly acquired information with her.

"Huh? That fake-ass bastard?" Aecilia's mouth twitched with visible anger as she learned the name of a prince who, like many other royal family members, was known for his shrewd and two-faced actions.

What enraged her the most, however, was the fact that Orion's maternal family belonged to a group that constantly sought to suppress the Sertsuls whenever they attempted to expand into the few remaining free cities where red-light districts were still nonexistent.

"L-lady?! Please, what if someone heard?!" The woman panicked as she frantically looked around, hoping no one had heard them. Even the other women standing near the cars started to break out in a cold sweat as they turned their head to scan for any potential eavesdroppers. Fortunately, luck was on their side as no one seemed to have caught a single sound.

"Is it true that loose cunt taking that Fake-ass' dick right now?" Aecilia raised her eyebrows as she inquired about the authenticity of the information provided by her assistant. The assistant was already panicked and even felt herself breaking into a sweat the moment she saw her Lady again returning to her usual tone.

Truly, every member of the Sertsul family was well aware of Aecilia's tendency to use more vulgar language than the entire reputation of the Sertsul family put together, a trait that she had possessed since childhood.

And the only time they witnessed any courtesy in her words was in the presence of Marquess Croceaus.

"We do not know what is happening inside the palace, but the information we have is from a servant at Prince Orion's palace....." The woman sighed, turned her head down, and then began to reveal that the information they had about Neha and Orion was obtained from a servant.

After finishing his day shift at the Prince's palace, a middle-aged servant decided to spend the night in the arms of a courtesan at the edge of the Royal district.

After entering one of the many legally permitted pleasure houses, one can choose from various options such as: Standard Intimate Encounters, Role-Playing Scenarios, Group Experiences, Dominance and Submission (BDSM), Tantric or Sensual Massages, Voyeuristic or Exhibitionist Experiences, Fantasy or Themed Rooms, Couples' Experiences, Ritualistic or Ceremonial Encounters, Exotic or Rare Experiences, Personal Companionship or GFE/BFE (Girlfriend/Boyfriend Experience), Specialized Fetish Services, Artistic or Performance-Based Encounters.

The Servant opted for Role-Playing Scenarios and requested the Cortesan to play the character of Neha Vrandin, recounting the incident of coming across her vehicle while exiting the Prince's palace.

"This is how we obtained the information, Lady," After the woman finally disclosed everything to Aecilia, she furrowed her brows and began to rub her forehead in contemplation, causing the woman to anxiously fix her gaze on her in hopes of receiving crucial directives.

"Should I kill that fake-ass Royal...." Aecilia was on the verge of revealing her intention to eliminate a Prince from the Arinphiam kingdom right outside the gates of the Princess Royal palace, but before she could finish her sentence, her assistant intervened.

"CAR HORN NOW!!!" She cried out loudly as her eyes darted towards the cars and the female servants who sprinted as if their lives depended on it, after seeing how their mistress was going to cause another problem due to her uncontrollable mouth.

BEEEEEEEPPPPPPP! BEEEEEEEPPPPPPP! BEEEEEEEPPPPPPP! BEEEEEEEPPPPPPP!

"bastard—shut it, Damn it!" Aecilia covered her ears when four cars honked their horns simultaneously, drowning out her words and causing her to shout at her assistant.

'No! Only Madam can save us now.', The experienced assistant calmly reached for her phone and dialed the number of the current matriarch of the Sertsul family, who happened to be Aecilia Sertsul's grandmother.

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