Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"Haah.... Haah, W-we are at hospital.", Emilia gasped as the water from the nearby shower poured down, soaking her completely and making it difficult for her to catch her breath. Her back pressed against the cold marble wall, she stared at the man only inches away from her, cornering her near the shower and leaving her with no escape.

"Isn't it good then? We will not have to care about birth pill."Damien wore a sly grin as he leaned in closer, feeling her warm breath against his skin. The water continued to drench him, and with one hand pressing against the wall, he trapped Emilia in the corner. He lay there, utterly exposed, showcasing his well-defined physique.

thump thump

'Ohh god', Emilia's heart raced as she glanced ahead, her line of sight dropping due to their height difference, and she was greeted by the sight of him completely unclothed, showcasing his chiseled physique and the sizable lump of flesh between his legs.

Her heart raced wildly, pounding against her chest as she crossed her arms protectively over her body. She was desperate to keep her clothes safe from the man who after entering the bathroom had immediately stripped off his black suit, declaring that his attire could get wet, and was now intent on unbuttoning her garments too.

In a frantic attempt to flee, she found herself cornered, with no way out.

'I-it's unlike those videos', The only relieving thing in all this was that, unlike her expectations, where she always wondered how a long thing like those possessed by porn actors could even fit inside the small space of a woman but she didn't need to fear this in the case of Damien, whose size was slightly longer than her middle finger.

Of course, she isn't some naive maiden who doesn't even know what sex is, but she has already seen intimacy in porn videos and read everything about reproduction. She at least knew how the first time hurts due to hymen tearing and about how that thing penetrates inside.

However, theoretical knowledge is different than practical and right now she was just relieved that in case something happened the pain will not be intense.

When it comes to size, let's just say this guy's got the confidence of a lion but the equipment of a little mouse!

"Fu fu fu~," Emilia smirked, avoiding his gaze as amusement bubbled within her at this man who had persistently harassed her—pressuring her to sit on his lap and trying to grope her chest.

It now became clear that his aggressive demeanor was just a disguise to mask his average-sized penis while attempting to assert his masculinity.

'What with that smirk?' With raised eyebrows, Damien questioned her intentions, noticing Emilia's playful smirk that suggested she looked down upon him. As he followed her line of sight, he discovered she was gazing at his sleeping dragon, which seemed to be approximately 5 inches long (*without erection). This prompted him to snicker and say, "Aren't you a pervert, Emilia?"

"Huh? Wh-what pervert!?" With a yell, Emilia lifted her eyes to glare at him, but her expression changed to one of surprise the moment he claimed her lips, giving her no time to react as he pulled her body into his."Mphhh~!?"

"L...eave... m..e" Emilia attempted to push him away by placing her hands on his chest, but instead ended up in his embrace. His arms secured her against him, holding her firmly as he kissed her deeply. This felt different from before; where he had been exploring her body, now his sole focus was on her lips.

Emilia quickly realized that if she remained passive, she would again gwt herself molested by this man. Her instinct kicked in, and her tongue resisted, yet in the midst of this struggle, her lips unintentionally parted, allowing his tongue—coarse, stiff, and slightly slippery—to clash with hers in a fierce confrontation.

The struggle was fierce, with each side steadfastly defending their territory. Yet, Emilia's choice to open the gates for a face-off against the adversary turned out to be her greatest blunder. Little did she know that the enemy possessed substantial experience, skillfully maneuvering his tongue past hers before striking from behind and twisting it in a flash.

In that moment, an unexpected reinforcer swooped in, creating a powerful suction that pulled her tongue into the enemy's grasp.

'?!'

'Help me!', All she could do was internally scream for assistance the instant she felt her tongue being pulled away, the last remnant of comfort she had. Just then, the grip on her back loosened as Damien withdrew, tugging at her lips along the way.

'Wh-what's touching my leg?' To her growing distress, she could feel him wedging her numbing leg between his own, attempting to grind his hips against her thighs. She could feel something firm pushing upward, steadily expanding.

He continued to shift and rub his groin against her bridal gown, which clung to her skin because of its sheer fabric and was soaked in water, sliding higher with each movement.

"Muwaaah...Haah Haah, it tasted like vanilla? Did you ate that pudding Emilia?", With a playful grin, Damien retreated while tugging her tongue along with him before settling his gaze on Emilia as her legs buckled, causing her to sink slowly to the ground, propped against the wall. She looked up at him, a teasing glimmer in her eyes.

With a bold lick of his tongue, he cast her a roguish and lecherous glance.

"Y-you are gross.", Emilia struggled to find her words, her mouth saturated with his saliva, as the image of him drawing her tongue into his mouth triggered a series of unsettling sensations throughout her body, reminding her of how repulsive he could be.

After all, she had seen French kisses in several movies, but sucking someone's tongue was extraordinarily gross.

"So what? Do you expect me to get a blowjob with that dry lips? Don't kid me", Damien raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman who had finally hit the ground, her back propped against the wall and her head tilted towards him. Her eyes widened the moment she heard his voice.

"B-Blowjob? Bastard, How....!?!" Emilia gazed at his face, attempting to decipher his words as she silently cursed this vile man who was taking advantage of her.

Her eyes eventually drifted downward, but they widened in shock when something thick, warm, and hard made contact with her cheeks.

She quickly focused on the brownish skin adorned with vines, which now appeared as a distinctly different mass of flesh than what she had just observed moments before.

"WHAT IS THIS!" With a frantic yell, she instinctively swung her hand to swat away what had unexpectedly touched her face.

SLAP

However, before she could land her slap, that hard object quickly struck her cheek instead, as Damien made a slight hip swing to execute a counterattack before Emilia could react.

"Kyaaa~!?"

'....it must have hurt', Damien had a fleeting thought of teasing her by swaying his hips to let his shaft brush her cheeks. However, considering its erected size—around 8 inches—and its considerable thickness and weight, he realized it must have struck her with some force. Seeing her eyes glistening with tears, even amid the shower downpour that soaked them both, made him feel guilty.

he sighed "Are you okay, Emilia?"

However, even before he finished speaking, she caught her own murmurs as tears streamed down her face and her gaze shifted away from him. "...Whaayy...bi..g?"

"What?" As Damien knelt down to Emilia's level, he gently lifted her chin to bring her face closer to his. With wide, pleading eyes, she gazed at him, making her feel a bit deceived. She responded by raising her hand and gesturing around five inches with her fingers, emphasizing her point.

"Where did that tiny one go? Let me go; I am not taking that cucumber inside me!" Frustrated, Emilia cried out, sensing the injustice of it all as she faced the harsh reality of losing her innocence to something so massive, as thick as her wrist.

"...."