Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines



After committing arson and leaving the scene, Amon spent nearly an hour roaming around, a slightly sour taste in his mouth.

He was not a complete psychopath, so killing someone for the first time slightly affected his mind.

Rather than saying he rejected it and it made him feel bad. Instead, he locked himself into a bloody path of no return.

Despite getting rid of those annoying voices in his mind, the memories and things that happened were still in his head.

And they were as if he did it or suffered it himself.

'To think that Amon Winchester never killed a single person over so many lives.'

'Probably explains why he always felt so half-assed when I wrote him.'

'Haha... the only life I had taken until tonight was my own.'

"Phew, I should return to the apartment since Elma will be busy with those two little tigers."

The moment he began to pull out his phone to book an Ober Elite home, it vibrated, a number and name that caused his stomach to sink.

0127 - M0M - I5 - B3ST

Brrr! Brr! Brrr! brr!

She had called him twice already, with the tone constantly looping.

He stood watching the phone, he was no longer Amon Winchester, and his feelings towards her were no longer a mother and son but a writer and his first crush.

Maribell Winchester was based on a woman he met as a student. They dated a few times and had sex for an entire weekend, and then she vanished.

He wasn't sure why he created the character based on her looks, a youthful European face with brilliant blue eyes and soft blond hair.

In reality, her chest was a C-cup at most, so in the fantasy of his novel, he made her an E-cup because it was amusing and helped to change the bitter memories involving her.

It's not like she was his first woman or first love, she was pretty much a glorified one-night stand, but 6 months later, he saw her again at a meeting for his Father's business, and she was pregnant.

Soon to be wed to her fiancé.

This moment was when he just began writing and lacked experience, so the only way he could connect with the heroines and characters well was to link them to people in his past, and she just slipped into that slot.

Amon Winchesters, adoptive mother, the husband of his adoptive Father...

At the time, it seemed fitting and suited his narrative.

"Haa... I regret my immature self..."

His mind now pictured her crying and begging him not to say anything, holding the small girl in her arms with eyes that were the spitting image of his violent orbs and lovely black hair with a slight blue tint.

Maribell was her real name; their daughter would never know he was the Father.

She offered money or anything he asked to keep the secret.

This situation spilt into the first few drafts of the novel, and it showed with Rebecca's scenario and the situation with the messed up Winchester family...

After that night, they continued to meet and have sex—he never knew what possessed him. Maybe he wanted to feel a sense of warmth, but the good times didn't last long.

Once her husband discovered the truth, they moved to the city, and no matter how hard he tried, Amon could never find her again.

Thus he kept her in the story, so he might never forget.

Shortly after, his novel became more popular, with many readers commenting and enjoying or hating certain parts. It helped him forget his past sin, even using part of the donations towards searching not for Maribell but his daughter Lilian.

During this period, he began chatting to a certain fan—at first, believing him to be a guy despite their display name having "Tia_Bl_Lover!" as the tag with a profile picture of a busty girl with a cute face.

Let's face it anyone is a man on the internet until you meet them in the flesh—that can still be true if you don't see them naked.

Brrr! Brrr! Brrr! Brrr!

'If...' Amon's words stopped—he couldn't let his emotions from the last life change his current goal.

This world wasn't gentle enough to let him survive if he let down his guard.

Clack!

He opened his phone, placing it to his ear, waiting for her voice to sound, but only silence and soft breathing entered his ear.

"..."

A few moments she was passed before she snorted and finally spoke.

"How could you make your mother wait so long!? I was so close to calling all your friends, Kizuna, Alice and Elma, to ensure you were ok!"

Amon looked at the starless sky clouds blocking his view of them while walking back towards where his car was parked earlier.

"Ah, forgive me, mother. I was just a little busy."

"Busy... how weren't you with Elma? Busy making some cubs right!"

"No... Mother, something came up, and I had to leave after a few rounds..."

"A few rounds... are you some kind of stud?"

"Ah, wanna try?"

The phone went dead, his eyes and mouth opening wide as he let down his guard listening to the strange response of his mother, who seemed just as baffled as he was.

"A-are your stupid! I am your mother... What a perverted and sick son I've raised...!"

Despite sounding angry, there was a sense of jump and delight in her voice—sometimes, he wished that the traits of characters he wrote as a horny 18-year-old could have been wiped out before he died...

Readers loved incest, but to earn or make money, you couldn't have that in your books, so Amon would make weird ways to make it possible so they would be happy...

He wouldn't like that kind of thing because of losing his mother and suffering from an emotional detachment from the moment she left, but seeing the happy comments and those who loved it...

Amon added them without thought—he felt nothing when mothers or death were mentioned, so why should it matter?

'Ah, that's right, she doesn't that I know we're not real blood family...'

"A shame, you're such a beautiful woman..."

"Ugh..that... thank you for the compliment, my dear son, it makes Mother happy, but I called for a reason..."

"There was a significant interest in your two recipes that you gave me, and the plant has begun to work on, and I don't have anything to do with it yet they contacted me..."

His mother's voice entered work mode, which made his heart a little lighter.

This woman was the spitting image of the one that got away, and the black dragon technique increased his desires.

And Amon wanted her to be his this time.

"Hmmm, well, that's fair."

"Most of the time, it's not the youngling's work that earns praise—rather, they are following the elders' lead."

"Will you attend the meetings with the clients with me over the next few days?"

He felt something subtle had changed in the story because before he woke up, they hadn't even started production, and when did he show his mother the elixir?

So it seemed not only did the story change when merging with his story about Elma, but time must have flowed differently.

Maybe it was 2 months later? Or he acted 2 months sooner. Those were the details he needed to discover.

Because if it was 2 Months later...

How far did Ethan grow since Amon crippled him, and has his torture of Rebecca started?

"I would love to; I will bring Kizuna and let Elma stay home."

"Oh? Not going to flaunt your little lover and introduce her to your mother?"

"Alice is also my lover, though..." He replied that he was not shy since she performed that oath, and he, the author who made that oath, knew the feelings and desire needed to perform it.

So he would treasure this world, Alice.

However, if he met the ones from other worlds... Maybe he might flay them alive.

"I see! No wonder..."

"No wonder they are also on the list of interested parties and offered such a good deal!"

"You mean the Murdock family?"

"Rather the Murdock Cultivating Family... the Martial arts branch rooted in the capital and controls most of the entire families finances."

His body finally reached his car, opened the vertical door, and slipped into the leather seat, pulling on his necktie to loosen it.

"Did you know Alice has been appointed the heiress of the Martial Arts branch because of her recent boost in talent and qualification... They said her Blue Phoenix bloodline and Qi were more than 50% purity..."

Amon stopped moving, his hand brushing through his hair and nodding to himself. It seems his cultivation technique is NOT what is displayed, and he once again determined to practise with Elma and Alice to discover the effects for both men and women.

The pair began talking for almost an hour before she finally gave a slight cough, and her voice became hoarse, so he told her to get a drink and call her in the morning.

Clack!

Sitting in the dark parking lot inside his red car, Amon began to reflect on his past, the sight of this car again reminding him about the cute girl that supported him after the incident with Maribell.

'This car is nice, something I always dreamed of driving... Damn, Tia and her rich family...'

As his mother began to go over the shortened details of the offers, Amon was partially listening and then remembering memories with Tia, her family.

The Lovelia family were noble and existed for generations, but her mother and Father were extremely down-to-earth and modern...

After he signed a contract to have nothing to do with the succession and money of the family, of course...

He can't forget that!

He remembered speaking about the car in this novel and wanting to drive the car. It was based on a Ferrori Aventadora.

So what did Tia do?

'That girl... With her little stubby fingers and plump ass bought me one... driving it to my cheap apartment to surprise me... stupid girl... why was she so adorable.'

'If it was her gift, a mere toy car version would have been fine!'