Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Princess Aisha
Diana had an awkward expression on her face as Alex hung up on her. Leaving her to explain to her business associate just what kind of relationship she had with her own son. The woman had a curious expression on her face.

Almost as if she was internally debating with herself whether or not the United States intelligence agencies had completely screwed the pooch when they identified this playboy with the infamous hitman of Los Zetas, known only by the name of “El Cucuy.”

Diana, of course, misunderstood this expression and was quick to try to defend herself, so that it didn’t look like she was doing anything inappropriate as a mother.

“Alex… He has a unique sense of humor… Don’t think too much on it…”

The woman rolled her eyes before digging deeper into this matter, almost as if spurred on by Diana’s statement rather than by genuine curiosity.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but since you brought it up, what exactly is going on between you and your son?”

Diana could only blush and avert her gaze, in no way would she admit the truth of her relationship with Alex to this woman. For obvious reasons, but also because it was an incredibly complicated issue, and because of this, she tried to ignore it entirely.

“It’s not like that. You’re overthinking things! Get your mind out of the gutter!”

This response only further solidified the representative of the military industrial complex’s suspicions, as she simply nodded her head and spoke in a very unconvincing tone.

“Uhuh….”

—

Alex was met outside the airport of the Saudi capital by a limousine with his name on it. Apparently, the US Government had already prepared everything he needed for him to act as a diplomat. It was a curious thing.

Literally half a month ago, Alex was aiding America’s enemies in obtaining nuclear technology, while today he was representing his home nation in its attempts to convince the Saudi Royal Family to spend more on their weapons.

The only thing Alex could think of was that this was a manga that he was living in, and that was why such absurdity could make sense. Thus, he spoke with the emissary who had been sent to pick Alex up.

“Thanks for the ride, Mr…”

The man quickly presented his identity to Alex while behaving with the utmost respect.

“Mr. Abboud, I have been sent by his majesty to personally escort the diplomat of the United States to his temporary lodgings. Please, if you will step inside the limousine…”

Alex nodded his head, handing off his luggage to the men who seemed to act as both escort and bodyguard to him and this representative of the Saudi Royal Family. After stepping foot in the vehicle, Alex was rather tense as the last time he was in a limousine, he was literally set up and ambushed by the IGRC.

Of course, since he was officially a diplomat of the United States this time around, Alex did not expect anything like that to happen, but after his previous experience, he refused to let his guard down.

Apparently, the representative noticed that Alex was tense and was quick to ask about it.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Smith? You seem a little… tense…. If you don’t mind me saying so.”

Alex realized just how right the man was in his observation and sighed heavily before brushing off his anxiety as if it were a mild concern.

“It’s nothing… I just had a bad experience with limousines recently, and so I’m a little nervous, that’s all. Please don’t worry about me.”

This response invoked an immediate apology by the man, as he felt as if he had failed in his duties as a proper host.

“Apologies Mr. Smith. If we had known this, we would have picked you up in something a little more comfortable. For the sake of next time, how do you feel about helicopters?”

Images of his time fighting against CIA death squads who deployed via Little Birds immediately surfaced in Alex’s mind, as he quickly shoved them aside and forced a smile.

“As long as it’s not a military helicopter, I should be fine…”

The emissary had no idea why Alex would say this, but decided to ultimately leave the matter be, as spoke up once again.

“I see… Well, I will make sure to pass this information along…. anyway, we should be nearing the hotel now. I understand you have had a lengthy flight, so please take the day off to enjoy yourself. If you are feeling up to it, you are also invited to the Palace tonight, as there will be a celebration ongoing. And your presence would be most welcomed, but we also don’t expect you to attend if you are perhaps feeling under the weather.”

Alex nodded his head, not saying anything. The car soon stopped at the hotel, where Alex was escorted out and given the key to his room. Once Alex had gotten to his suite, he looked around and noticed that it was indeed top of the line so far as accommodations were concerned.

He cracked open a complimentary bottle of water and chugged its contents. While placing his suitcase on the bed, where he then got dressed in something more comfortable. If he was being honest, he really did not want to attend the dinner later that night.

After all, he was still concussed from the bludgeoning he received at the hands of the IGRC. But… Alex was also warned by the Queen of Hearts that his rival was already making moves. If that was the case, he could not take the night off.

Thus, Alex opened up the system and looked for any information regarding the heroines of this arc. What he found was that Jasmine’s profile was unlocked. Stating everything he already knew about her. But the other heroines and their character pages were completely locked. Not even their names or faces were revealed to him.

There were, of course, two ways for Alex to find these things out. Either come into contact with the women and slowly learn more about them, thus adding to the Character page. Or purchase a dossier on them from the in-game store.

The problem with these second options was Alex had already used up most of his points, and he liked to keep a surplus on hand in case he needed to buy an item in an emergency. Like had previously saved his life.

With this in mind, Alex laid down on the bed and sighed heavily, while searching through the messages on his phone. One of which was from his mother, who chastised him heavily for the inappropriate remarks he had made while she was out with her associate.

But the end of the message was a warmhearted gesture, wishing Alex the best of luck, and reminding him that his mother, sisters, and daughter were all waiting patiently for his return. Alex smiled when he saw this, before looking over at the clock on his phone and realizing that he had plenty of time left before the dinner began.

With a heavy sigh, he got on his phone and began checking the internet, wasting as much time as possible before getting ready for the event.

—

Alex showed up at the dinner celebration dressed for the part. Everything about him was looking sharp and crisp as he entered the venue representing the United States of America, or more specifically, the interests of its military industrial complex.

Of course, Alex did not go unnoticed, where he was immediately greeted by the same representative he had seen earlier in the day. The man quickly introduced Alex to the other diplomats from foreign countries.

They were all surprised to see someone as young as Alex was representing the world’s foremost superpower. But luckily for Alex, he had two lifetimes worth of experience bullshitting his way through formalities, and it did not take long before he was the “belle of the ball” so to speak.

That is until the Saudi King showed up, along with his family. All eyes switched their attention to the big man, but Alex’s attention was drawn elsewhere. Standing near the Saudi King was a beautiful young Arab woman, no older than twenty. She had black hair, and dark eyes. Along with noticeably tan skin.

Alex had commonly referred to his daughters as his little “princesses” when he was spending time with them. Not as if they could understand him as they were all less than a year old. But until now, Alex truly did not understand that the term was truly reserved for women of such grace and dignity such as the Saudi Princess he was now practically gawking at.

And the moment she appeared in his line of sight, the UI updated. Showing the name of the princess.

[Princess Aisha of Saudi Arabia]

[Heroine]

[Age: 18]

[Affection: 0/100]

Alex could only stare at the Princess and desire her. But how he would get her to fall in love with him? He had no idea. After all, he was by no means a prince, and apparently his rival in this arc was a bona fide Prince. Regardless, he wanted to taste that sweet Princess Pussy. And Alex would do whatever he could to get some.