The Novel’s Antagonist: I walk the path of a Villain - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: The Hero [Partial R18]
“That’s right… You once told me that being bound to the Trinket of Destiny was to fulfill a prophecy—the prophecy of the hero who would arise at the world’s most critical moment. But later, you gave me another version of the story. You said it was because you refused to marry the Elven Emperor’s son, and as punishment, they bound you to the relic, making you a slave to it. Whoever possesses it, possesses you.”

Right now, Nelia and I were in my new dorm room—the very same room I shared with Shelly. It was almost nighttime, yet she was nowhere to be seen.

Well, that actually worked to our advantage.

“It’s related… but complicated,” Nelia murmured, her ear resting against my chest as she lay on me.

Yes, we had been exercising a lot.

I was becoming more hopeless by the day, but it didn’t really matter, I suppose.

My biggest problem now was figuring out how to leave this academy after the first semester.

A lot of things were changing, and this world might actually come to an end faster than it did in the novel. That was bad news.

“How do you mean?” I asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well…” She placed a hand on my chest before shifting back, letting me take in her full profile. “The prophecy didn’t come directly from the Goddess of Life herself. It was revealed by a fairy—one blessed by a celestial god. An elf with the ability to glimpse into the future.”

I frowned.

“….” I kept quiet, letting her continue.

“There was one thing synonymous with the Hero of Prophecy—they would, in some way or another, come to bear the Trinket of Destiny.” She intertwined our fingers as she went on. “We knew that the Goddess of Life had come to despise all other creations of hers… and we did as well.”

I instantly understood.

“So… the fairies turned it into a betrothal gift instead. That way, the chances of it ever falling into the hands of a gyroid, vampire, or human were drastically reduced. And if—if for some reason—the Elven Prince turned out to be the hero, it wouldn’t matter since he himself was leaving the dying world for the Upper Realm.”

I understood it all.

Hm.

Pretty smart of them.

But sadly, fate was smarter.

The protagonist was destined to obtain it, eventually.

Speaking of the Trinket, I hadn’t really used it much. Just its passive mana-refilling skill—that was all. I hadn’t truly tested any of its abilities.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

A deafening scream nearly ruptured my eardrums.

What the fuck?!

I jerked up and turned my head, my eyes widening in shock.

“Shelly?” I muttered in surprise.

There she was—standing at the doorway, holding a… flask?

Was that food in there?

However, that wasn’t the issue here.

The issue was…

“It’s not what you think…” I said, uttering the most overused line that came out of every man’s mouth when caught in a compromising situation.

We had a blanket draped over us.

Wonder why?

Wait.

It was Nelia.

I couldn’t even recall when she did it.

Well, it was probably at that moment when she was— as usual— fucking me senseless.

But…

…why?

“Are you making out with your maid?!” Shelly’s shrill voice cut through the air like a whip.

I flinched, my gaze shifting to Nelia, who…

Wait.

That grin.

DON’T TELL ME SHE PLANNED THIS!

“It definitely is what you’re thinking,” Nelia said nonchalantly, turning to face the bewildered Shelly.

We were probably breaking a billion rules at once just by doing this. I really wondered what that fucking vice principal would do if he found out.

PAH!

Nelia suddenly slammed herself down on me, making me gasp. It was only then that I fully realized—I was still inside her.

“Wait… Nelia—” I tried to stop this, but she did that annoying skill on me again. The one that always froze me in place, rendering me utterly helpless as she moved faster.

“Oh, yes~” She rode me with wild abandon, her movements erratic and desperate.

Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her face a mask of pure bliss as she lost herself in pleasure.

“Yes~ Ahh~~!” she moaned, her voice growing louder, raw with need.

And me?

I was no better.

She had this unnatural ability—this wicked, irresistible power—to trap me between delirium and reality.

I was just… there. Helpless.

Feeling her body tighten around me, desperately trying to milk me dry.

“Deeper~!” she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she suddenly activated her mana—amplifying the experience beyond human comprehension.

She was literally blurring before my eyes.

Fuck.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS~!” she climaxed violently— and so did I.

Her body trembled against mine, her breathing ragged as she collapsed onto my chest.

“Haah…” I panted, my head spinning.

Wait.

BAM!

Something heavy crashed to the ground, and with it came an enraged cry—

“Disgusting bastard! I hate you!”

Then— a door slam.

Silence.

I wanted to say something. I really did.

But instead, I just kept staring into Nelia’s beautiful green eyes for what felt like an eternity—twenty whole minutes, to be exact.

Finally, I found my voice.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, my tone even, but my mind racing.

Nelia didn’t hesitate.

“I… had to make sure you don’t end up adding her to your list of ‘lovers,'” she said, completely unrepentant.

There wasn’t even a hint of remorse in her tone.

She felt good about what she did.

“That way, she’d see you as a scumbag—so no funny ideas,” she added with a wicked grin.

I scoffed. “Scumbag? Really?”

“Do you hate me for doing it?” she murmured, resting her head against my chest.

I hesitated. Then, with a sigh, I ran my fingers through her silky hair.

“…Nah. Not really,” I admitted.

I had bigger things to worry about.

A heroine like her—one who was obviously with Lucas—was not one of them.

…

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!