Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Damien, Are you all right?" Amelia attempted to approach Damien, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw Emilia's hands resting on Damien's hand, as if trying to push his hand onto her chest. 'What is this?'

Amelia's frown deepened as she considered the possibility that while falling, Damien may have accidentally placed his hand on Emilia's chest. However, her frown intensified further as she observed Emilia seizing the opportunity to hold his hand on her chest.

'Remove your hands!', Emilia silently wept as she realized that, despite her efforts to hold onto his hand, it now gripped her breasts tightly, preventing her from removing it.

'Nope, do your role', Damien, at that moment, kept his gaze low as he pondered something important. He felt the urge to convey to Emilia that, as a supporting character, she should embrace her role and support him in his very important task at hand.

After a moment of contemplation, Damien slowly opened his eyes while still burying his face in her belly. He realized that the task he was working on was important. Taking a deep breath, he then confidently responded, 'it's definitely a D cup.'

[ Wrong ]

'Hmm, it appears the thickness of the fabric is causing me confusion,' Damien nodded as he snuggled into her abdomen.

Less than 20 seconds had passed since he fell on Emilia, yet he had already seized the opportunity to use 4 different combinations.

"Leave him", Amelia, indifferent to the situation, swiftly reached out and grasped Damien's hand, guiding it upwards to create distance from the testing mountain it groped.

'Finally, but..', Emilia finally found comfort on her left side as Amelia's hand replaced the one that had been gripping her, but when she caught Amelia's intense gaze, she sensed that something was amiss.

Wasn't she the one who suffered in this situation?

"Cough! L-eave me!", Damien pulled his hand forcefully from Amelia's grasp, his expression filled with rage. He placed his trembling hand on the ground for support as he struggled to lift himself up with just one arm. Clutching his chest, he finally managed to sit down right next to the wall, gasping for breath.

"D-damien?" Amelia was left bewildered by the abrupt resolution of the situation with her hand, as she noticed the anger brewing in Damien's eyes directed towards her.

"Miss Amelia, there is no need for you to take action now when you were the one responsible for all of this.", His glare intensifying, Damien watched as blood dripped from his mouth, casting his cold gaze towards Edward and then Amelia. It was evident that he was fully aware that Amelia had orchestrated the situation, provoking Edward to attack him.

"Wh-what?, You seem confused—" Upon hearing such words from him, Amelia was slightly taken aback and struggled to comprehend his sudden change in behavior. However, before she could make sense of it, Edward stepped forward.

"It's good that you know, bastard!", Edward, who had been bewildered seconds ago by the unexpected damage from a punch that didn't even land, seized the opportunity when Damien was also confused and pointing fingers at Amelia. Edward stepped forward to exacerbate the situation and manipulate it to his advantage.

'What is he saying', Amelia stood next to Edward, her gaze shifting towards him in confusion as she tried to make sense of why he would lie about punching Damien when it was his own choice to do so.

"Cough!...urgh...It's pathetic seeing how you could fall this much", Damien hacked up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest in agony. His eyes blazed with anger as he fixed a disbelieving gaze on Amelia, shocked by the extent to which she had gone.

"N-no" Amelia was puzzled and wanted to clarify how Edward was also being deceitful.

"H-help me, Emilia", Damien's eyes moved from Amelia to the woman in the bridal gown, who was frantically fixing the top of her dress around her chest. This was a direct result of Damien's earlier behavior, causing her discomfort and to readjust her bra.

'Huh? Now what you want from me', Emilia blinked and turned her gaze to the man, who shifted his colors rapidly like a chameleon. She didn't succumb to his vulnerable state, sensing that he sought support from her. Instead, she subtly distanced herself by moving slightly away from him while remaining seated.

"E-emilia...I am thirsty ", Damien barely raised his eyes as he reached out his hand towards Emilia, gasping with a desperate thirst for something to quench it.

'...N-no', From Emilia's point of view, Damien seemed like a lustful predator. His hungry gaze roamed over her figure, making her skin crawl as she instinctively crossed her arms protectively across her chest.

"Huh, Wait" Amelia, though confused by Edward's actions and then condemned by Damien for supposedly having Edward punch him intentionally, was brought back to reality by Damien's words. She heard that he was thirsty and looked towards the table to find the drink Damien had given her a few moments ago to offer it to him.

'What?', Edward, who was looking down at Damien, suddenly noticed how Amelia was reaching for a drink placed on the table. He realized that, most likely due to Damien's condition, she was helping him by giving him the drink with her hand, while also showing her support and affection towards him.

Previously, Edward had accepted that it was Amelia who had manipulated him into punching Damien to create hatred between them. But now, seeing Amelia offer him a drink, he swiftly moved his body, grabbed the can from the table, and quickly opened it, taking a big gulp in one go.

"Edward, stop that!" Amelia said suddenly, trying to prevent him from taking the drink.

"N-no, I am thirsty," Damien extended his hand towards Edward, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow while taking a sip of his drink and smirking. Suddenly, Edward's eyes widened as he noticed Damien's expression turning into a snicker.

"Idiot", Damien then cockily raised both of his hands and proudly showed Edward his middle finger, sticking out his bloodied tongue in a mocking manner.

'Did he lose his mind—?!' As Edward finished the last sip of canned lemon juice, he was taken aback by Damien's strange behavior. Before he could process his confusion, he was overwhelmed by feelings of suffocation, nausea, and dizziness, causing him to stumble backwards.

"W-what?", Edwards' grip loosened, causing the can to slip from his hand and fall to the floor. He clutched his head in confusion, wondering why he, who was immune to poisons, was feeling dizzy after drinking the can.

His eyes was barely under control as he lifted his hand towards Damien, but just then, in a fleeting moment, he only managed to catch a glimpse of a punch thrown his way.

"This is a 10× Return gift," Seizing the moment as Edward stumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open, Damien dashed towards him with lightning speed. As both Amelia and Emilia watched in shock, Damien's eyes locked onto Edward's before he clenched his fist and landed a powerful punch on Edward's face.

BAAMM!