Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!

Lucifer's head was pounding, his ears listening to the distant sound of a shower being used and the slight sobs of a female, but his mind was too dazed to focus as he began to awaken moments after the door was slammed shut.

'Fuck... Vampires can get drunk...!' He thought, slowly rising from the unfamiliar bed that smelt like alcohol, sex and another woman.

'What did I do?' He placed both hands to his face, covering his sore eyes that would spin the moment he opened them.

"The sheet's a sticky... sniff, oh..."

Slowly he removed his hands from his face, the room still spinning, but slowly he adjusted to the feeling as he saw the state of the room, bedsheets flung around the room, the vague memories of the night teasing at the back of his mind, but wouldn't become clear.

He lifted his left arm, seeing if the grimoire would tell him about his current state, only to be stunned at the last message present.

[Obtained the purity of a priestess of Celestia]

[Holy resistance gained]

"Oh!?"

'I fucked that cute priestess!? Why can't I remember... and purity... wait... isn't that bad for her!?'

Lucifer looked around, hoping for anything to contact her with, but the room was void of her belongings except the red peach blossom that stained the bedsheet.

However, it seemed that part of it had been snipped away.

'Did she collect it? A weird girl...'

He climbed off the bed, feet still unsteady, feeling a bit annoyed with himself for thinking to try the rumour about vampires needing to build immunity to alcohol just like humans if he did it at home with Gwen...

"Now I'd be wrapped in her huge warm breasts, and we could have a fifth round..."

'Hmmm... why fifth? Did I do that priestess four times?'

With a foggy mind, he decided to wait until they met again because she left her priestess ring, symbolising her purity and innocence.

Oh, cute little grimoire, can you store this and tell me what it's for?

[Signet Ring of Chastity]

Worn by a priestess of Celestia until they give their bodies to their future husbands, this ring can only be worn by that man.

Without this ring, a priestess can never be married.

Soul bound: Lucifer Argentus.

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This made him realise this world wasn't like his past one; he was too loose and may have ruined a poor girl's future.

Because it was a sign of the female priestesses' devotion to both the goddess and her husband being presented by the groom on the day of marriage.

If unable to present the ring, the male wasn't her true husband and the pair is deemed impure.

"Well..."

"Shall we go home?"

Lucifer decided to let it go, he couldn't catch the priestess now, and if a vampire entered the church willingly, it was like a lamb jumping into a butcher's shop.

The way home was rather embarrassing, as it seemed that the priestess had paid their tab and room fee; Lucifer was annoyed that the barmaid commented that she was limping and could barely lift her legs while nudging him with a smile.

'Damn perverted woman...'

He tried to control his body, adjusting it to the strange feeling of the alcohol in his system, with a slightly dazed feeling.

Vampires could learn to control the alcohol level in their bodies naturally, but because he seemed to have been turned rather than born as one.

Practising certain things a vampire normally does by instinct would take time.

A memory of the night began to flash before his eyes; as her soft neck and sweet blood entered his lips, she began to squeal and moan as she jerked in his arms before looking at him with an enraptured and lustful gaze.

'Ah... I sucked her blood too...'

'I don't remember much about her...'

He couldn't quite remember much; for some reason, Lucifer was affected by alcohol far worse than he thought, only the memory that she had a cute birthmark between her thighs and that she was extremely loud and voluptuous...

"She was tight... or is it because my thing is so big in this life? I had never felt the inside of a woman so vividly before... Maybe it's part of my enhanced vampiric senses? Kinda cool... but I am sure I came faster because of it..."

Lucifer's steps were slow, as he felt his body seemed stronger than the day before, like he had improved somehow.

It only took ten minutes to reach home, as he pushed the door open, seeing Gwen sitting on the bed with a worried face; as she looked at him, her eyes widened, standing up rapidly and pushed him against the door.

"Where were you!? Eh.... a woman... kiss marks!?"

Suddenly she grabbed his body as they began to fight, her eyes looking at him with anger, worry and sorrow, her hands hitting his chest without any real force, but each one caused him to feel a sense of regret and self-hatred, his hands wrapping around hers trying to comfort her but failing.

He tried to stop her from freaking out, wanting to soothe her, but they entangled before falling to her bed with a loud thud, bouncing on the poor springs and feathers as she mounted his body.

"Why? I am here!!"

In a moment of jealous rage, she began to tear off his clothes, her body pushing him down as he let her vent her anger, noticing that she was starting to cry.

"Stay... Don't leave me..."

Her voice was hoarse and weak, but Lucifer could hear her words clearly, as Gwen struggled to hold him close, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... My face is ugly... please... I won't get violent again... don't leave..."

Lucifer touched her hair, feeling its silky smoothness as he moved his hand from her head to her cheek, his fingers stroking her wounded face as the bitter tears streamed down, her naked body now riding on top of him, yet he remained flaccid, causing her to feel a sense of despair.

"Can you not get it up for me? Am I not a woman for you? Look... my tits are so big... I've never slept with anyone... this place... it's only for you, okay?" She grabbed his hands, pressing them against her warm garden as if to tempt him, yet he didn't react due to his guilt.

"Liar.... you don't care for me..."