Reincarnate as the Villainess's Husband - Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Slowly(+18)
Neonidas sought the last traces of resistance in Elenora’s eyes. This was the moment his prey was closest to breaking—storms raged within her, but outwardly she still held herself like a princess. She tried to keep her head held high, but her breaths quickened, and her shoulders began to tremble.

Celeste, on the other hand, was alert as a cat. Her eyes were still those of a hunter who fought, but her instincts had already whispered to her: No escape. The end of resistance was only more pain.

Neonidas cast one last look at both women. Then, with a dark smile, he stepped back and extended his hand.

“Come.”

The word cut through the air in the room like a blade. Celeste’s eyes widened, and Elenora’s face paled. But neither of them moved.

Neonidas waited patiently.

Silence.

The battle of mind, will, and power would conclude here.

Elenora’s throat was dry. She glanced at Celeste for a moment and saw the terror reflected in her sister’s eyes. In that instant, she fully understood Neonidas’ game. He had brought them both to a point where, in the end, submission seemed like a sacrifice. He was making them hand themselves over to him as if it were their own decision.

Elenora took a deep breath. One last time, she clenched her fists as if wanting to test the last crumb of resolve left within her. But indeed, this was exactly what Neonidas wanted: to make them feel like it was their own decision.

She took a step.

A small, hesitant step.

In Neonidas’s eyes, the spark of victory ignited.

Celeste’s eyes grew wide, her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter a single word.

Then came the second step.

And the third.

When Neonidas understood that the last shred of the woman’s will had also dissolved, he slightly inclined his head. He placed his hand on Elenora’s shoulder, making her lift her head and look at him.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

Elenora did not avert her gaze but tried to conceal the embers of a fire still burning within her.

Celeste’s breath became erratic. Watching her sister take this step caused her more pain than anything. But she also knew that if Elenora had chosen this path, she would not leave her alone.

In a deep tremor, Celeste also took a step.

Neonidas’s smile widened.

Willpower was broken.

The choice was made.

And now everything belonged to him.

Without taking his hand from Elenora’s chin, he turned to Celeste. There was a flickering resistance on the young woman’s face, like a fading lightning strike. A forced acceptance, as if admitting a betrayal.

“Good,” Neonidas said, his voice soft but carrying an obvious edge. “This is exactly what I wanted from you.”

Elenora’s face was pale, her gaze blank. But Neonidas could see the fire within her—a flame not yet completely extinguished. He couldn’t allow that. He had to extinguish the last spark of her will as well.

“Extend your hand,” he said to her.

Elenora’s eyes fluttered for an uncertain moment, then her fingers rose, trembling. Neonidas gently took one of her hands. Her power was broken, but he could feel the resistance within her, that last crumb that persisted despite herself.

Neonidas leaned in slightly, his lips approached the woman’s fingers. But just as he was about to touch them, he paused, lifted his head, and looked at Elenora.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Elenora could only swallow at that moment. The question hung in the air. Even Celeste held her breath.

Finally, Elenora spoke, her voice trembling but proud. “No.”

Neonidas tilted his head to the side. In his eyes, there was that chilling attentiveness of a hunter examining his prey for the last time. Then he laughed—a low, soft laugh, but like a melody of triumph welling up from within.

“You’re lying,” he said calmly. “But it doesn’t matter.”

Then he leaned down and kissed the tips of her fingers.

Celeste’s eyes widened in horror. If Elenora’s will was a flame, Neonidas was now melting it on his fingertips.

Elenora shuddered, but did not pull back. This was the moment when something completely snapped.

Neonidas slowly straightened up. He released Elenora’s wrist and turned to Celeste. “You too,” he said, in the same soft but commanding tone.

Celeste’s lips parted, her breath uneven. Elenora gave her a brief glance, but said nothing.

Neonidas waited. He always waited. Time was always on his side.

And finally, Celeste also raised her hand.

Neonidas smiled faintly and kissed her soft hand.

“Now undress.”

The air in the dark room grew heavy. The words echoed like a whisper trapped between the walls. Neonidas’s command was absolute and inevitable. Although Celeste’s body recoiled, she did not step back. Elenora, still pale, her breath uneven, did not offer the slightest defiance to Neonidas.

Neonidas watched them. In the tension of their bodies, in their trembling breaths and in the glances they exchanged, he could see what was happening: Fear, submission, and the last traces of a resistance that stubbornly refused to disappear. But all of this was temporary. Human will, with enough pressure, could be shaped. And he was patient.

Celeste first brought her hand to her throat. As the fabric loosened slightly, her skin gleamed in the pale light. Her fingers were trembling. Elenora did not avert her eyes, she dared not. They had been born together, they had always protected each other. But now, in this game, salvation had a price.

Neonidas approached silently. His hands reached out to Elenora’s shoulders, his fingers slowly untying the strings of the woman’s dress, taking no hurry at all. Elenora forgot to breathe, her body was still, but her eyes were following Neonidas—like the eyes of someone facing an inevitable fate that belonged only to her.

Celeste’s breathing quickened. She was watching her, both in horror and with a bond she couldn’t escape.

As the fabrics slid to the floor, the air in the room grew even tighter. Neonidas stepped back, his eyes now completely on them. He was not examining, nor admiring. It was as if he was trying to provide them space in this suffocating air, and surprisingly, it worked.

Elenora raised her head, making eye contact with Celeste. In her sister’s eyes, she saw that last light drowning in fear and defeat. And at that moment, the only thing echoing in her mind were Neonidas’ words:

“Are you afraid of me?”

Elenora inwardly wanted to answer. No. Yes. Maybe. But she knew that no words mattered anymore. What she felt, what she thought… None of it belonged to her anymore.

And Neonidas smiled. The moment had finally come when his triumph would sink into their deepest recesses.

“Now, please me, if you still want to protect each other.”

Outside the Empire, most noblewomen in this male-dominated world, especially princesses of kingdoms of average power or daughters of high-ranking nobles, received private lessons in sex. Such private lessons to please the man were common.

But in fact, the reason why even high nobles taught their daughters such lessons was to control a powerful family in the future through their daughters. But in this case, neither Elenora nor Celeste were trying to control Neonidas.

Elenora took off Neonidas’ pants, and let his erect penis breathe. Both women knew what a man’s penis looked like from their previous lessons, but they had never seen one this big.

Elenora took a deep breath, and took hold of his twitching cock and began to slowly move it up and down. Celeste, meanwhile, took off Neonidas’ top clothes so as not to lag behind her sister, and began to suck Neonidas’ nipple, desperately trying to give him pleasure.

Elenora wrapped the wet and soft tissue of her mouth around Neonidas’ penis. Slowly, she moved her mouth, stroking the head of the penis with her tongue. Unlike her hands, which were hardened by training, the inside of Elenora’s mouth was extremely soft.

Neonidas found himself more and more in a spiral of pleasure. These women gave him pleasure willingly.

Celeste, afraid that her sister had won, sat up and brought her face closer to Neonidas’. Neonidas didn’t have that characteristic wry expression on his face, or a smile, for some reason that made Celeste feel strange. She forced herself to capture Neonidas’ lips with her own.

Celeste, unlike her sister, was more reserved, but she was not shy now. Deep down, she accepted that she had to make this sacrifice for her sister. So there were no shackles limiting her, on the contrary, she was fully motivated.

Celeste grabbed him head with both hands, remembering the training she had received since her early youth, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Like a small rabbit entering the den of a wild animal, her trembling tongue was caught by Neonidas’ strong tongue.

Seeing the two of them deepening the kiss, Elenora removed her mouth from Neonidas’ penis. It seemed that this was no longer enough. So she straightened up, moved and positioned her holy hole against Neonidas’ erect big dick.

“Ahhhhh~~~”

A single, lustful moan escaped her mouth against her will as her inner folds, which no one had ever penetrated before, were slowly being filled by the large penis.

Even though her hymen had been thinned by years of martial training, when it ruptured from the intense pressure, even though she covered her mouth, her cry of pain was clearly audible.

“AHHHHHHH!”