Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Immediately after her words, she vanished from his vision like a gust of wind; there was no sound even from the taps of feet, as several strands of his black hair began to flutter down, two knives were pointed towards his neck and right eye as she stood behind him, her leg wrapping around him to stop moving.

"How did you know!" Her soft green eyes, now like a fierce tigress facing her sworn enemy, as the blade of her knife began to poke his neck, blood starting to seep from the wound, as she breathed heavily and seemed troubled.

'I cannot let my guard down, cannot show weakness; this woman isn't Ming Xue; she will kill me if I show any weakness!'

"Haha, as expected of the white tiger of the eastern front."

Thud!

Her knee smashed into his abdomen, but both parties felt a sense of surprise as there was no pain—instead, the strange white qi from her body seemed to calm the bluebird inside his abdomen like it was balancing the three energies out.

"How! Who are you? How can a mere wastrel young master take my knee so calmly!" She exclaimed, the blades covering his eyesight, almost touching the soft fleshy ball.

'Shit!'

Although the energy managed to calm the bluebird, it caused his already filled abdomen to grow worse—now feeling like he might explode and die at any moment.

His eyes took on a fierce light as he took advantage of her moment of distraction to shoulder her away, the blade slicing across his suit and chest in the process, sending her several steps back.

"Elma Strauss, do not test my patience any further. I am not your enemy, neither related to 'them'!"

Instantly her composure changed, her eyes still sharp but now less aggressive as he knew even this.

"Tell me, why did you approach Ming Xue, was it for me all along!?" Elma asked, her hands still clutching the knives tightly.

Amon didn't falter—he wouldn't step back and be determined.

"I approached Ming Xue for you. That's true, but I also wanted to see how beautiful she was; the rumours preceded her."

The next moment she was about to sigh, his face began sneering at her, looking confident as he stood tall.

"Are you stupid? When is the life of a simple ex-mercenary worth that of a multi-billion dollar company? You are a fascinating woman, and your cultivation technique is quite useful. But those are things for the distant future, not right now."

"Right now, helping my mother weather the coming storm is more important than my strength. Do you understand, Elma?"

"I am not asking you to trust me or even care. Do your job, help me train, and I will set you free after the contract ends."

He watched as she seemed to consider his words, not entirely sure, but with a long sigh, she whispered under her breath.

"As expected, you are that woman's son. Both of you are crafty like snakes... Don't pry into my business, and I won't kill you and your mother." She retorted, sheathing both knives and looking at him with an identical sneer.

'This woman is amusing, but thankfully she is as the memories stated.'

Amon ignored her, trying to goad him into another little spat; he would instead check the contracts as his ears could hear the arguments between Dingzi and Ethan outside getting worse.

"Hmmm... A year? Okay... Salary... only 100,000$? Cheap, who would refuse..."

He looked up at the woman with beautiful green eyes that were fixated on him.

"Do you need a dog kennel?"

"Tsk!"

"Oh... you're a tiger, right... a cat bed?"

"I'll cut your cock off in your sleep!" She seethed but, for some reason, looked like she enjoyed this kind of back and forth.

'Weird woman.'

He wiped the blood from his neck onto his thumb and began to sign the documents related to Elma on the spot—her demands were quite good, only the clauses about not interfering with her private business or ordering her to do anything sexual or against her code of conduct.

"Elma," Amon spoke with a deep, commanding voice, not even looking up from the preliminary documents regarding the pharmaceutical deal.

"Yes, Master?"

"I want you to pretend I am removing you by force."

"Hah... why such a retarded thing?" Her hands rested on her hips as she tilted her head, the beautiful blonde braid down her face swinging as she moved.

"So I can beat someone."

A moment of silence passed before she began to cackle and bend over, her humongous melons almost falling from her maid outfit, a sight for the lucky Amon.

'Let's have her wear a larger bra and bodysuit in future. Too many horny and righteous young masters might treat me like the protagonist with her around...'

Her following words were vulgar and seemed to change into her mother tongue halfway through as she stepped forward, transforming from the powerful and deadly white tigress into a cute, powerless white kitten offering her wrist for him to pull.

"Hahhahahaa! I fucking love my new master~."

"Quiet... speak more like a lady when you're acting cute... god..."

"Ah, understood."

"Oh no~ somebody, please help! He's going to take me by force!" A sultry and sweet voice like that of a 19-year-old girl sounded from this 38-year-old woman's mouth; a cultivating woman was scary.

Amon ignored her act, in fact, happy that she was so talented; there was no way the self-entitled hero could avoid this plot since he lost to Alice, and then he would get revenge on Ethan to ease the balance in his fragile heart scale.

Grasping her wrist, he noticed the fine muscles all along her arm despite the sensation being soft; it was like every inch of her was tempered and under her control entirely; suddenly, he noticed the little grin on her face; as Amon shook his head and pulled her along towards the door.

When the pair appeared, Elma began to act more enthusiastically as Dingzi was confused, knowing who she was. He looked at the brown-haired female bouncer, who just shrugged and let them pass.

"Please... My mother's debt isn't that much... please let me keep my purity... I'll do anything else... my mouth..... hands.... even.... that dirty place...!"

Her words almost made Amon vomit blood, her strange shrill voice and desperate tears as she dragged her feet along the floor; if he didn't order her himself, maybe he would be just like Ethan now, who seemed outraged, particularly upon seeing her dynamite body.

Amon began to count down inside his head as he dragged Elma with more force, wanting to beat her but knowing he was infinitely weaker than her right now, only wanting to praise her level of customer dedication!

'3'

'2'

The pair were now down past the stairs and almost near his supercar

'1'

"WAIT!" Ethan's voice was more profound than usual, as he was doing it purposefully to sound more manly before stepping forward with his bounding gait.

"What is it?"

His eyes looked at Elma's cowering body, now making her tremble with fake tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to make this young woman do such a thing."

'Oi.. young? this woman!?'

"I don't see why it's your business?" Amon answered as a two-bit villain might do.

Ethan's face contorted into an ugly scowl, his hair waving about his head, making him look more like a demon than ever.

'Haha... this face is so ugly... why did it make me feel so scared and fall in the past lives!? Even the dumb heroines would be drawn to this damn face... calling it handsome. It looks like he's having a stroke!'

"Such an ugly face..." Elma whispered before coughing and returning to her 'distressed' look.

"Let her go!" Ethan bellowed his muscles without logic or reason, bulging like a bodybuilder.

'He's not got the azure dragon technique yet... Good.'

"She has the right to choose her lover! Why are you being so unreasonable!" Ethan scowled at Amon as he stepped closer as if some hero.

Elma joined in and acted some more, making Amon wonder if she was trying to get him beaten up.

"Ah... please.... he is right. You cannot take me! I don't owe you my heart or body, only green money!"

Amon found it amusing to play along with Elma as her acting was beyond that of a top holy forest star.

"Oh, you are forgetting that you have an act with my company, and we are paying your mother to help us out. Do you think you can ignore our orders?"

The last part caused Elma to blush, her eyes wide as she panicked.

"But... I don't want—"

"Shut up, woman."

Amon snarled, enjoying the act.

Ethan seeing this, began to charge forward as Elma slipped from Amons grasp magically. Her buttocks landed perfectly on the bonnet of Amon's car, her eyes beaming as she watched the action from the front row.

"How dare you... how dare you do such a thing!" He roared, the veins in his neck visible beneath his skin.

The next moment a slow fist was lunged from Ethan's right arm; he tried to hook Amon in the face, thinking he would quickly knock him out, as the other scum that always hit on his girlfriend were easily defeated with his power.

"Ahhh, good; now that you're angry, let me advise you."

"Hmph!"

Amon wasn't trained in the world of cultivation, but his mother did make him study countless forms of martial arts, along with his academic studies for over 12 years; his arms smoothly blocked the blow before his knee shot forward like a missile blasting into the earth, impacting the lower ribs of Ethan, without using any dragon qi landing with a sickening crunch, sending Ethan to stumble backwards.

"Ow! Damn it!" The man grunted, blood leaking from his mouth as he stumbled back with an expression of disbelief.

Elma watched on with wide eyes, her hands covering her chest.

"You can't win against me..." Amon spoke with a huskier voice than usual, a sense of pride seeping through his tone; so many years, lives of being treated like a worm by this man, always crushed, left with nothing. A sense of delight and joy filled his body as if he were the king of the world.

"I will kill you." Ethan roared, filled with anger, and lunged forward, his lips bloody and posture broken as he charged forward again.

Amon didn't even try to dodge. His leg shot out to strike Ethan in the balls, making him fall onto his ass, before letting out a high-pitched squeal as a loud crack and crunch sounded from the impact.

"Fucking bastard!" He shouted, grabbing at the spot where he felt his testicles crushed and tears forming in his eyes. "How dare you touch my precious jewels!?"

Amon had never seen anyone cry over their genitals before, only that one time when he was young and his father lost his temper with him; the boy could not help but laugh at the sight.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Don't Laugh at me!"

Ethan roared, his face contorted in rage.

"You fucking... bastard!"

"Call down, Miss Ethan!" Amon once again mocked him, grasping Ethan's face and slamming him into the wall, instantly knocking him unconscious, ending the entire ordeal as he calmly stepped into the road and climbed into his red supercar.

"Dingzi, if there is any problem with the police, just send them my way; you did nothing wrong. Xue knows where I live."

"Yes.... young master.... beating another man again.... so violent...."

Brrrrum!

The hum of his car sounded before rapidly vanishing into the distant horizon with a startling speed.