The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Usually, Sam was like a little puppy who would jump when she told her to, and fetch when she threw a ball. Even if Emilia kicked her away, the girl would only give her a pitiful look, and then go back to happily wagging her tail again as soon as the younger girl gave her a smile.

Obviously, Emilia would never kick her little puppy. It would be enough if she didn't spoil it silly, and didn't turn it into an immovable fat ball of fur that could only munch endlessly and be pampered.

There was a reason that the Osmanthian princess had the kingdom's slowest horse, after all.

Emilia thought she had learned a little more 'moderation' now, and understood that too much of anything could be bad, but there were still many things that she didn't understand.

On some matters, she could still rely on Cynthia. But unfortunately, her ever-so-taciturn partner had long since run away into isolation.

The crimson-haired girl couldn't help but sigh ruefully in her mind. 'If only I had some way to show Cynthia the joys of love, she wouldn't always leave me alone like this…'

Unfortunately, with how hot and cold Cynthia could be, that was more of a very ambitious long-term goal for Emilia.

Emilia couldn't help but gulp nervously at the older girl's grim look. 'I-Is she really going to hit me anyway? Do I have to answer?'

She may let the girls play around, but Emilia wasn't someone who would enjoy such a thing. Maybe a few playful little swats were fine, but a real slap? Whoever dared do it better be ready to get a couple of them back!

But… Emilia really couldn't bear to raise her hand against any of her darlings. 'In that case… I can only beg!'

Meanwhile, Samantha's frown turned deeper at the gorgeous girl's lost expression. "Did you not hear what I said? Do you think your face will look prettier with a palm print?"

The crimson-haired girl in her arms shook her head before blinking at her with an innocent look, and Sam could only feel a sense of helplessness in her heart. "Just answer my question, then. You were already lying bare beneath me earlier, and I could have easily done whatever I wanted. So… what would you have done if I tried to go farther?"

Samantha was well aware that Emilia also doted on other girls, though she wasn't sure how far they had gone with her. At least Emilia was still a 'virgin', right?

But unless she knew the answer to this question, Sam felt like she could never rest assured. Even if you dote on someone, there has to be a limit!

After all, not to mention others, Sam couldn't even trust herself to always be in full control of her actions. It was extremely easy for Emilia to drive her crazy with lust, and half the time, she wouldn't even know what she was doing until after she'd already done it.

Samantha hoped that Emilia would proudly tell her how she would have sent her flying into the wall with a kick, or just knocked her out with her goddess powers or something, but to her horror…

The girl gave her a shy look. "Um… big sister…"

Samantha could feel her blood boiling, and not in a good way this time. "Fuck… you better not say something to piss me off right now, Emilia!"

Emilia gave her a pitiful look. "Big sister, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me something."

Sam sneered, tightening her grip on the girl's hair subconsciously. "What?"

Emilia flinched. "T-That you won't hit me."

Sam, whose mind had already turned blank, couldn't respond at all. "…"

The crimson-haired girl looked at her with an aggrieved expression, her bottom lip shivering and eyes wet. "Big sister… don't hit me, okay? I'm okay if you bite me playfully, but I really won't like it if you slap me… please?"

Even as she finally regained some sense, Samantha felt like her heart was about to beat right out of her chest. 'F-Fuck! How can she look so… adorable?!'

Even if Emilia had said 'Please remove all your limbs, I might need some spares', Sam felt like she would happily agree to be an immobile torso, and then ask. 'Baby, are you sure you don't want this head? It's pretty good!'

In the end, she could only give the girl a helpless nod, and the mischievous smile on Emilia's face only made her roll her eyes. 'I knew she was playing with me!'

But what could she do even if she knew?

Emilia leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek playfully, completely ignoring the older girl's grip on her hair. "I knew big sister loved me the most!"

Sam almost spat out blood. 'Fuck your big sister!'

Well, it's not like she could have hit her darling anyway, so there wasn't really any loss.

She couldn't help but sigh. 'Plus… that statement really doesn't work on her, huh?'

Emilia smiled as she tucked a stray lock of crimson behind her delicate ear. "Big sister… about your question…"

It was only then that Samantha belatedly realized how hard she was clutching the poor girl's hair, and she let go with a jolt. "S-Sorry, I-I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Emilia silenced her with a peck on her lips, and then leaned further forward to whisper in her ear. "It's fine. Actually… if you really forced me, I would have let you."

There was a boom in her mind as the older girl's face turned completely red. 'This crazy girl… is she seducing me at this time?!'

In fact, Samantha felt like her mind was about to completely explode from the strange mix of rage, lust, and desperation. 'Also, is she fucking CRAZY?! That's half of her life! And she would have let me? I wouldn't even know… does she want to die?!'

The crimson-haired girl moved away with a smirk, her eyes glinting with both temptation and mischief. "Of course, if you really loved me, you would never do it after I told you 'no', right~?"

Samantha grit her teeth in rage. "Emilia!"

The younger girl's expression changed instantly as she tilted her head up and gave Sam a pitiful look. "Big sister promised not to hit me, okay?"

Sam almost fainted. 'I-Is this the retribution for just saying I will slap her?!'

Emilia smiled as she pulled her close and rubbed their cheeks together affectionately. "Well, enough teasing. Don't worry about useless things, Sam. I'm only a little low on energy now, but I'll have plenty soon enough, and then we'll have lots and lots of fun!"

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While Samantha was having a heart-to-heart with Emilia, the man who had caused her accident was reeling in despair as he stared at the screen in front of him in disbelief.

On the left half was his wife, who was being escorted away by armed guards to an unknown location. And on the right… was his 'dead' son, Braxy.

The boy was truly well and alive, though he definitely wasn't living a life of luxury in the mines, he was just another worker. But he was alive!

Both elation and despair filled his heart when the man realized that his son wasn't dead, but thanks to his own misjudgment… he might soon face that fate.

The words of the young girl earlier continued ringing through his numb mind as he mumbled to himself like a crazed man. "N-No… I didn't… I couldn't… They won't die…  because of me…"

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