Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Amon's body suddenly stirred; his body was still naked as he sat up, the black sheet missing, but the room temperature was nice and warm; sadly, the body of Elma was missing as he looked around the room, slightly dazed from his long sleep.

His body felt tight and flexible; the muscles that bulged slightly before were firmer, as if sculpted for perfect movement and power.

'This body feels great, but when did I get clean?'

Their session of [Cultivation] lasted far longer than he Imagined, drifting out of sleep when she returned to find her mounting him.

They fought for supremacy; it was like Elma was utterly different after taking in his energy; her face became almost perfect, with vibrant eyes and delicate movements, while the scars along her body mostly healed, but her power...

It was too far above for him to tell now, and he lost 3 of their 5 battles, only winning due to her prolongued warfare and sensitive body.

"Master, are you awake?" The husky voice of Elma leaked into the room with the sound of a cutting board.

The sound of cooking in the kitchen attached to the gym, a thick scent of steak, onions and various other herbs, as the fragrant aroma of tomato rice began to flood the room.

Amon left the mat wondering what cleaned his dirty body, namely his lower body, it was a little sticky, but there were no remaining fluids or stains from their brutal war.

"I have left a spare set of clothes on the chair. However, you can stay naked if you want your little tiger maid to be happy. She loves big cocks and an extremely handsome master!"

His face twitched, deciding to wear his upper robe, usually used after the bath.

Amon left his boxers as she wished, moving to the small kitchen with a light swagger. A vibrant amethyst glow beamed from his eyes as he smiled wide with confidence painted on his face, like a young dragon that tasted his first woman and desired more combat.

"Well... Maybe that little tiger maid should wear only her apron and serve my food?"

The moment he turned the small corner, a cooker with two induction hobs and an entirely black marble counter with mahogany cupboards, a brilliant sight came into his eyes, creamy white buttocks swaying with nothing but the smooth crack she was born with.

'What a damn fine ass... this woman makes all the heroines look inferior!'

Her face looked back as she jiggled her hips before turning around with the apron on her body as if to show a victorious smile.

"My ass is the best, right? So many men have dreamed of this ass, but a young man barely out of puberty has already stolen its ownership~ fufu! I wonder how they would all respond."

"Everything about you is the best, apart from how loud you howl when you cum."

"Hmph!"

Emla also looked at her master, giving him narrow eyes with a brilliant smile, before her eyes became stuck to his exposed body and nodded.

"You too... it's perfect." Her raspy voice as she bit her lower lip. She never let him have victory easily, even if she was his maid.

He didn't shy away and seemed proud to have enticed her as her cute tail was fluttering behind her, although the ears were now hidden; Amon watched her carrying the dishes with a steaming hot steak with garlic and a strange sauce; he was about to ask when her deep voice sounded with the plates clanging onto the wooden table for two.

"This is a dish from my motherland, named Rouladen, a Germanian staple! Please enjoy... I don't often cook for others... If it's not up to par, deal with it!"

Her voice seemed a little strange, and her eyes were less fierce than when meeting her earlier, but still, he didn't take it too far; although they did such an act, it was for [Cultivation] purpose; they were only master and maid at the end of the day.

'I want to trust her; this woman didn't have much to do with my death in the past; if anything, she vanished slowly before those events. Maybe strong women are not favoured by the supreme being.'

Amon moved to his seat, helping to set the cutlery as she began to carry the bottle of wine and crystal glasses.

She set their places beside each other, a cheeky maid, but Amon didn't mind.

"I can smell many different things; what's inside?" he asked.

Instead, this was his preference because this woman needed to become someone who knew his tastes and thoughts close to himself as possible to keep him safe so he could focus on the business that would soon start.

Not only the herbs and elixirs but helping Rebecca, which the system alarm clock reminded him of when he woke up.

"If you can guess more than 5 ingredients of the sauce, I'll give you a blowjob." Her eyes shimmered as she showed her sharp tiger teeth, her tail slapping his thigh as she hopped beside him, grabbing her fork and looking excitedly at the food and wine.

Amon looked at the sly tigress, who ignored him, her fork and spoon digging into the food like someone might steal it from her; the steak strips were soft and juicy, smothered with thick mustard, with bacon, onions and pickles filling the inside, as the strips were wrapped and browned, covered in an extremely rich gravy that oozed out when he cut into them.

The sauce was thick and delicious.

"God... this is divine... how about you just be my little tiger and cook for me forever?"

"Nmmm mmmm... Little tiger? Will that involve your little dragon too?" She responded as she swallowed the thick mouthful of wine, her tongue slightly red as it licked her lips, stained with the gravy.

"Only if you can take it, of course, ~ you were a little weak last night, begging for mercy."

"Fufu~ Wasn't it you saying? Oh, Elma, you feel so tight and slippery I'm going to cum... don't stop!! Keep going!"

"Didn't you faint afterwards, squirting all over the floor? Haha!"

"Tsk... Amn!"

"Oi, you damn little cat! Put my tasty sausages down!"

Elma's fork rapidly stole his last Rouladen before gobbling up the tomato rice with her spoon.

She grinned at him with meat and rice stuck to her lips and teeth before dashing to the sink to toss her dish away.

The pair spent over 30 minutes with their little moment after dinner fighting; Elma seemed to lower her strength allowing him to feel like it was fair, only to use her full power at the last moment and slam him around, her little mouth giggling as she pranced around the room, waiting for him to get up.

"Elma, I have two things to tell you. One for tomorrow, the other for tonight."

"Oh? Serious... Understood, Master..."

The pair left the gym, still wearing a simple robe each, there was nobody in the apartment, nor could anyone see inside. Alice texted Amon with some abuse and blamed everything on the alcohol but said she would mail him the documents after taking a picture of the contacts on her bare chest with her breasts showing.

'A changed girl... I need to watch her and be more optimistic about changes. There might be no supreme being after all.'

"Elma, tomorrow I want you to go to my mother's company; you know the place, right?"

"Mmmn... then?"

"Let her know who you are; she will have some documents for me, collect them and bring them home. If you don't take too long, feel free to enjoy the day alone, I suddenly brought you here after all. I won't limit your free time when I don't need your protection."

"Understood, but..."

"But?"

Her body moved closer as Amon lunged onto the soft black sofa, the massive screen on the wall higher quality than the best on the market and thinner than a small coin.

He put on a simple movie, not caring about what it was, some old horror from a year or two ago.

At the same time, he looked at Elma, who began to crawl over the seats and sat beside him; Amon could understand what she meant; since the two [Dual Cultivated] together, it changed something inside him.

Different from what he did with Alice, which was more one-sided, and he didn't give her much of his black qi, but Elma they shared everything, rotating and exchanging it for hours, almost an entire day, and their bond became more robust due to this.

He could feel a gentle and alluring qi and aura from her, while she seemed to feel the same, as they stuck together.

'I don't know if it will be temporary or permanent, but as long as I keep cultivating with her... I should be safer.'

"What if I wanted to be with you... all day?" Elma's body nudged his, her throat letting out a purr; those pretty striped tiger ears appeared from her hair as she lowered her head for him to stroke her like they were lying together last night.

"I don't mind if you come with me; that's fine too. But I hope you'd at least get those documents first." Amon's hand stroked her hair softly, silky like freshly washed sheets or a young rabbit's fur.

Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head.

"Nya... You are my master; I will follow your orders."

"Hahaha! Such a cute woman."

Amon's eyes flashed as the movie started; the prologue of the horror movie was now over, and it seemed to be a group of friends who avoided death somehow, despite seeing visions of them dying together.

"Germanian yellow mustard, Germanian pickles sliced lengthways, one small leek, one bay leaf and two cloves of garlic minced."

His voice suddenly sounded, each word causing Elma's face to look more shocked before her lips curved into a smile, slightly blushing as her body seemed to glow white.

"I see... Master dragon loves his little tiger's mouth~ fufu!"

The volume of the movie turned up two bars as Elma's face moved across his lap, her lips parting as she began to make a wet sound, her eyes narrowed as something forced her mouth open, pushing against her soft cheeks, as her head bobbed slowly.

A black dragon was being devoured by the white tiger with a blissful face.

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