The Guidebook for Villainesses

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

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“I should stop him.”

Thinking that the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn could be badly injured, Lara leaned forward.

“It’s showtime!”

The host did not stop the match.

Rather, he quickly sent the starting signal in case someone stopped the match. The mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn ended up facing Demian’s combative spirit head-on without time to prepare himself. What was really unfortunate was that the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn was a man who was ignorant of battles. He could not even feel the violent temper flowing from Demian’s body. He did not know whether the man in front of him was a rabbit, a lion, or a monster, he was just busy flexing himself.

“I will dedicate the victory of this battle to my Master Lady, the morning dew of Dvonn.”

He showed his manner in a stylish pose. Normally, cheers and admiration would have come out from the young noblewomen. However, the audience seat was still quiet, as if someone just threw a wet blanket.

“…”

As if being possessed, they were all looking at Lara’s mighty warrior, Demian. Even Miss Dvonn had her eyes fixed on Demian, not her mighty warrior. 

Crooked posture, a cold gaze, nearly topless armor, and a beautiful face that was reminiscent of a demon. No one knew how a muscle could exude such deadly beauty. Even the vibe that was given off between Demian and the slaves, who were just acting to fight, was different. Everything was shocking.

“Oh no.”

Lara murmured.

“What’s wrong, milady?”

“I hope he won’t get too hurt… He won’t kill him, right?”

“Are you worried about your slave, milady?”

“No, other people’s slaves.”

The match started.

The mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn took a step forward as if he was dancing towards Demian. He knew how to handle his fleuret, the problem was the movement was only for the sake of looking cool. The tip of the thin fleuret was about to strike Demian on his ribs.

“…huh?”

Everyone doubted their eyes. Demian kicked the other mighty warrior on the stomach with his long legs.

Whack.

Without having any time to scream, the mighty warrior of Miss Dvonn flew back with his eyes wide open. There was not much to say, Demian just lifted his leg and kicked him. He did not even use his sword. Even the young noblewomen, who secretly showed their excitement, held their breath this time.

The winner must give the honor of the victory to his Master Lady. Usually, along with a cheesy line, the winner would kiss the Master Lady’s handkerchief or hem of her dress. Sometimes, with the permission of their Master Ladies, the bold slaves would even walk up to the audience’s seat and kiss their Master Ladies.

No way.

Lara thought that would not happen. There was no way a slave from another country would know about the aristocracy of Hautean. But Demian was searching for Lara, he seriously took the loser’s sword and began to search the audience for his Master Lady.

The host who had found Lara first shouted loudly.

“Ah, there she is! Lady Laviore Bailey, the Master Lady of the mighty warrior with dangerous charm!”

The workers, holding magic lights in their hands, rushed to Lara and shone the colorful lights on her.

“It’s the moment of birth to the arena’s eccentric!”

Everyone looked at Lara. She sat barefoot on the chair with her long hair hanging out randomly. She glanced provocatively. Demian stared at her with a fierce face. It seemed like he would pull his sword out and put it on her neck at any moment. He smirked with his red lips. When his white teeth were slightly revealed, he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

He started walking towards Lara.

His long legs strode at the floor of the field. With the sword of the loser in one hand and the sword of the winner in the other, he approached Lara while staring only at her eyes persistently.

“Oh, so confident! The mighty warrior is on his way to dedicate his victory to his Master Lady!”

Although the host was shouting about something, Lara did not hear him. She was too fixated on Demian, who was walking towards her. And in the blink of an eye, he stood right in front of her.

She did not know what to say.

She wanted to tell him that she tried to free him, but she did not think it was the right word for the moment.

Demian talked to her first.

“Master Lady.”

His voice was so low that her heart skipped a beat. Konny, who was hiding behind Lara, began to get hiccups. All the young noblewomen who were scattered in the field were also focusing their eyes and ears on Lara’s side.

“I will dedicate my victory.”

Demian said while revealing a fang.

As if he was mocking Lara.

Thud.

The sword of the loser fell to the floor. He did not dedicate it gracefully but threw it like a piece of trash.

“Your name?”

He asked.

Lara did not answer.

Without no one knowing how Demian interpreted Lara’s action, he threw his own sword to the floor.

Then, he got down on one knee. Lara swallowed her breath briefly. Everyone in the field held their breath. Leaving Demian who was looking up at her on one knee, Lara slowly lifted herself from the chair. 

Then, Demian reached out and grabbed Lara’s wrist tight.

Both of their hands were hot.

Their warmth mixed through their skin. They could not take their eyes off each other.

“…Your name?”

He asked again.

It might be her delusion, but this time, his voice was slightly softened.

Lara thought about it. She did vow to either be a villainess or a prodigal daughter, but she did not mean to involve Demian in her scheme. For it was enough for only her to be disgraced. She just wanted to compensate him as much as she had wronged him in her past life. She did not want to use him like this.

“Lara.”

Although she said it with a small voice as if she was whispering, it was elegant and could be heard clearly. The smile on Demian’s mouth grew stronger. Lara gently turned Demian’s wrist and pulled out her hand. Then, she held his hands hard. Demian’s eyes were dazzling blue. She thought that it looked dangerous, but it was also beautiful at the same time.

Lara leaned down.

She bent and grabbed his shoulder with one hand. She breathed a shallow breath on his lips as he got closer.

“I am sorry.”

“For what?”

“I will kiss you.”

Demian’s eyes sank thickly.

He did not smile. He did not nod, nor did he give permission.

Instead, he pulled her hands toward him.

Lara kissed him lightly on the border between his upper lip and the corners of his mouth. It was such a cautious contact that she did not feel anything. But in the eyes of others, she would have seemed bold enough to kiss the slave on his lips.

“Ohhhhhhhh!”

The host cheered.

The young noblewomen who filled the field could not hide their shock, they screamed and became chaotic.

I did it.

Lara was satisfied.

Just kissing a slave in such a public place would make her be treated like a prodigal troublemaker in the social circle of Hautean. It would be only a matter of time as the news would get to her father.

“Lara.”

“Yes?”

As she tried to move away, Demian said to her.

“My name is Demian.”

He had a rough voice.

Why did he tell me his name when we are in such a position?

As Lara nodded and tried to turn away, he grabbed her hand.

Lara lost her balance, fell into his arms, and quickly got her lips taken away from her.

Not knowing whether it was a smile or a warning, bloodthirstiness or desire—all sorts of things poured in through his lips. 

His hot tongue pressed down and rubbed on her lips. Lara got flustered and ended up opening her mouth, it was then when Demian twisted his head roughly. He interlocked their lips diagonally and licked the inside of her mouth for what felt like an eternity.

It made her dizzy to the point where she felt like fainting. His arms that were tied to her body were firm. Both of them had their eyes open.

Crazy.

Konny’s scream, the host’s cheers, the young noblewomen’s horrible shriek, commotion coming from all over the place. Now Lara knew that there was no turning back.

Mother, what should I do?

I was just planning to make a small scandal, but I think I ended up becoming the lewdest woman of the century.

With her body hardened like dried squid, she was barely able to pull her lips away. And when she did, she laughed.

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