Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"HNGH! It hurts! You are rough Damien! Ahng...♡?!" In contrast, Emilia attempts to fight back by yanking her hand or thrashing her leg, but as always, it proves to be in vain, while her mind is bombarded with a confusing mix of pleasure and pain signals as he latched on to her breast.

Even though the suction was too much for her delicate skin, but she was somehow able to feel the wetness of his mouth and how hot it was, while his tongue teasing her nipples only made her lips to pressed tightly, feeling losing her mind any moment.

"Muuuhwaaa...! Haah....! Haah, Emilia, do you remember when I suggested that I would take your breast size measurement?" As he drew back from her, his mouth lingered on her nipples, reluctant to let go.

He swiftly pulled his face away, causing her slightly inward-curving pink nipple to pop out and reveal the small pink dot above her milky white bosom, twitching as if fully aroused, while he gazed at her and left her hands.

"Heuk! My breasts!", Emilia, indifferent to the man, immediately covered her breast as soon as her hands were free. She attempted to massage her right breast, but the sensitivity was overwhelming, sending a jolt through her. Nevertheless, she still managed to slightly raise her hand while covering her both breasts.

"The thing is, I lost. They are too elastic and soft for me to measure clearly.", Damien pushed his damp hair away from his face while retreating back and standing on his knees while she lay between his legs, his dick\'s shadow falling over contour of her breasts. Looking down at her, he felt a sense of helplessness, unable to fathom the size of her bosoms which made him feel defeated.

He couldn\'t possibly accept this defeat, making him cast his eyes downward at her hands that shielded his arch-enemy.

Determined to find out her bosoms size, Damien resolved to go to great lengths. He concluded that the only method he could imagine was to ensure they became rigid enough for him to measure easily.

"Ahn... st-stop, let\'s do this some other time, please...", Emilia was panting, her body glistening with droplets that made it seem as if she was sweating. Her chest heaved up and down as she attempted to persuade the ruthless man before her to spare her for the day.

In that moment, she signaled for another time instead of insisting on it right then.

With her eyes finally gaining some clarity as she lifted her gaze to look at him, they widened as her pupils reflected the sight of his throbbing erect dick, which was adorned with several vines, showcasing its thickness and length, enough to cause her tremble, just by imagining the pain this thing will cause her when it enters her.

"Emilia, it\'s impossible", Damien firmly replied, clearly feeling that his own mind was getting overwhelmed due to the sensation throughout his body, wriggling enough at the sight of her, wanting nothing to fall in this sexual desire while trying to forget about everything for a moment.

Ultimately, before tackling the challenges of hard work and dealing with heroines, he deserved some peace and rest. And who hates to get rewarded even before the game starts?

"P-please, Damien I will loose my mind.", Emilia pleaded as her eyes which were already teary started to well up again looking towards this merciless man who don\'t even care about her. She knew very well that if this continues she\'s definitely gonna fall for him.

If he decides to leave her at this moment, she will certainly start taking steps to manage her sensitivity and seek advice from medical professionals to help her body become less responsive to sexual stimuli, as currently her body reacts very sensitively to his touch.

Though he had touched her only a few times, somehow she could feel that her lower nether area was wet. This made her realize that if this continued, she would definitely get hurt—not just because of that monstrous dick of his, but also due to the emotional burden that would come after he discarded her once his work ended.

In the end, he will never love her back.

"What about my mind, huh?" Damien glared at her as he placed one finger on her forehead, looking intentionally at her while imprinting her image in his mind. He continued, "Do you know what horrible thoughts are going through my mind? Will you take responsibility if I lose my sanity?"

"Wh-what?", Emilia instinctively queried, her eyes fixed on his face as she felt his finger, which had been resting on her forehead, gradually slide down to her nose and finally onto her lips. Using his thumb, he carefully pushed his finger into her mouth. Her lips, already a swollen red and damp, were too tired to fight back as his finger, wet with her saliva, entered her mouth effortlessly.

"You are foolish, Emilia, for not knowing....", Damien spoke as he rubbed his forhead before leaned in closer, his warm breath mingling with hers at such a short distance. Her eyes widened with hope, anticipating another kiss.

However, this time, using his fingers gently in her mouth, he turned her head slightly and reached for her neck, placing a light peck there as he whispered with fervent desire," How much I want to ram you and keep railing you until, due to getting pounded all night, your body molds in shape of my dick."