Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!



Lucifer was standing in a large stone yard, with beautiful stones and flowers all depicting the beauty and grace of Celestia and her love of the people. While a small gathering of priests and Templars also joined, including the brown-haired boy with scraggy hair who seemed to be Serena's childhood friend. 

Bishop Serena stood overseeing the duel while Estella sat back, making bets with Irina, Gwendolyn and Lephalia. 

He only held a simple iron spear, with the tip wrapped in cloth to avoid death and heavy damage; on the other side, he smiled at the woman wearing a mixture of brown leather armour that protected her joints and dull iron armour to give the best movement and protection possible.

The Countess used a longsword of hardwood, which would probably hurt if struck on bare skin.

"You are the new hero? Why do you not wear armour, only a flimsy leather tunic? Do you see me as a woman and underestimate me?" Her heroic and feisty voice sounded, with Rembrandt standing with the other dozen knights in the crowd.

"I don't like to be restricted, woman." Lucifer antagonised her by purposely adding the word woman to his sentence. 

"Tsk..." 

Serena looked a little frustrated as she stepped forward; probably not a single man looked away from the sway of her ample bosom or sensual buttocks that jiggled at the smallest step.

"Lucifer, Countess Layna, we gather to test the new hero's combat prowess today. Please do not kill him or try to; this is only a sparring match, so do not hurt yourselves!"

"Understood, Lady Serena."

"Haha! Understood." Lucifer smiled and twirled his spear in the air, causing a flirtatious smile from most women and a few jealous looks from some men.

Layna raised her sword and rushed forward in a low crouch; her skill was tight and well-trained, with a lunge to his heart causing Lucifer to parry the blade to the side.

She stepped forward and slashed her heavy longsword towards his thigh, which he slid away from and struck her on the shoulder, barely leaving a scratch on her iron plate.

"Oh, my, you're better than I expected, but how will you handle this?!"

Layna pulled her blade back and rushed forward again, yet this time, she stepped forward, striking her sword down on Lucifer.

"Hoo..."

The crowd of knights and priests gasped as they saw his polearm's elegance and deadly speed, sliding his spearhead across the ground, taking a short step forward and lunging his weapon into her sword arm.

"Ah!"

Layna's eyes widened as the blunt head struck her iron armour and left a dull bruise on her bicep, causing her to step back and rush forward.

"So quick!"

She was breathing heavily, with her sword flashing from her high guard and slashing from the side in a sweeping motion, with Lucifer smiling, sliding the spear tip around her sword, and stepping forward.

"Ah!"

Layna's eyes grew fearful, but a bash against her armour did not stop her; she stepped closer with her leg moving forward.

"Do not give up; keep your distance." Rembrandt cried out to her.

Lucifer's crimson eyes flashed as he noticed a weak part in her armour and thrust the hard tip into the thin crack without holding back his superhuman strength.

"Ahh!"

The blunt point struck her bicep again, causing the crowd to go silent as she fell onto the floor.

"Hahahaha..." Lucifer laughed, twirling his spear in the air.

"Keh... Damn it." Layna's face looked frustrated as her arm and body shuddered. 

Only Lucifer knew this wasn't just pain, the red flush on her face and the trembling of her eyes and lips. 

'This woman is getting off on being beaten; let's keep it up and make her lose that arrogant tone. Otherwise, she will become annoying like in the game..." 

Because the hero is too gentle and, like most games, they are closer to a beta male than anything; he doesn't discover her fetish until near the end of the game, meaning their relationship seems the easiest to grow, but due to the gentle side of him. 

Layna becomes the most difficult heroine to capture.

Due to the world's morals, hitting women was considered wrong, but they could hit you all they liked. Shown in wrestling, where dumb bitches attack males, and they would get disqualified for defending themselves... 

'Retarded, just smack the bitch if she hits you.' 

If you were in a war or battlefield, men could and would kill women, especially if they tried to kill you first, yet this world's morals were different.

Lucifer wasn't a conventional hero; whether male or female, he would beat them if needed.

Layna stood again, holding her sword while the Bishop looked confused, "Is it not over?" She gently asked." 

"No!" Layna snarled.

"Mmmmm, not until she cries, I surrender." Lucifer chuckled, causing the crowd to gasp and Serena's face to flush red.

"Cough... continue."

Rembrandt shook his head in disappointment, thinking this young hero was stupid to let his enemy have another chance and that his training was not good enough.

Layna's thighs clenched tightly, her legs were shaking, and the dull armour on her body made her look like a savage, but somehow she gave a rather sexy and erotic thought in the back of her mind as she bit her lips and started to glow with a golden light.

'So she's going to use her skills as a paladin, ok.'

Layna raised her sword and started glowing with a holy aura, causing Lucifer's crimson eyes to flash as her aura started to strike his body, with her rushing forward.

"Ahhhh!"

Her heavy longsword smashed towards his spear shaft, but he dodged her blade and struck her arm, yet this time, her armour cracked, and blood dripped from her arm, staining her armour and the grass beneath her feet.

"Not bad." Lucifer smiled as he saw the beautiful Layna with her hair swaying in the wind; her voluptuous breasts bounced with the force of her strikes, and her eyes became dazed, starting to move sluggishly and her face growing flushed red.

"Why isn't she giving up?" Serena's cute voice sounded.

"She is the Countess; this spar is a duel that can only end in her surrender..." Rembrandt bitterly smiled.

This time Lucifer didn't stop using Serpent Strike, he lunged towards her with four vicious attacks, all at different points, the last one directly above her crotch, causing her armour to crack, and her eyes grew terrified.

"Ah, help."

Layna dropped her sword and fell onto the ground, crying for assistance, but Lucifer ignored her.

"Kid, this is enough, stop!" Rembrandt roared.

"Countess Layna has fallen! End the spar!" Serena also shouted.

Lucifer felt this was a great opportunity; his crimson eyes flashed as he turned to face the Bishop.

"Bishop, I can't stop this spar; I will only stop when she begs me to stop! Until then, I will not stop." Lucifer smiled.

Serena's cute face flushed red; his smile seemed so dazzling that she could only nod, with Layna half kneeling, holding her sword once more, her blue eyes almost glowing.

"Lucifer, I can't... surrender!"

Her entire body started shaking, with Lucifer noticing a wet spot between her thick thighs, causing a wry smile.

'You horny bitch.'

He could feel his spear trembling and a strange feeling running through his body, with Layna's blush becoming redder; her longsword rose, and she rushed forward once more.

"Ah, ah, ah."

Lucifer noticed the lustful moans and panting, with her striking repeatedly, her body now suffering the blows to her leather armour, causing dark bruises hidden from the crowd.

Each one caused a blissful pleasure to fill her body.

The crowd worried for her, but Layna's eyes seemed hazy as her body trembled, rushing forward.

"Keh!"

Lucifer could no longer hold back as a cold aura exuded from his body, dropping his spear; his right hand slapped her face with his backhand, knocking her sword away as she fell into his arms, his left arm holding her shoulder.

"Ahh!" Layna's face flushed a deeper red as her eyes closed.

Lucifer used the same hand as he punched her stomach and backhanded her face again, with his eyes turning cold, staring at the Countess with a smirk as if mocking her.

"You lose, woman!"

"Keh..." Layna's eyes started trembling; her soft and plump body shuddered, and a sweet scent filled the yard, causing Rembrandt and most priests and knights to turn their heads.

"Ah."

Lucifer was stunned as the woman's body squirmed, her soft lips quivering, and her moist eyes started to shake. He could only sigh and let the woman drop to the floor, with Serena rushing over and taking her into her arms.

Layna's sword lay on the floor as priests rushed forward to carry her away.

Lucifer picked up his spear, not caring about the beauty who lost their dignity and went limp after their defeat.

'This woman... her knights will be ashamed tomorrow thinking she pissed herself during a duel... I didn't expect her to be so perverted; it said she was only a light masochist...' 

Somehow he felt like his good intentions always went too far.

That obsessive and euphoric look in her eyes the moment he hit her gave him a foreboding feeling.

This duel and how cruel he was to women caused his reputation to plummet. Although handsome, he was too rough and cruel to the young Countess, a rumour Rembrandt started trying to move people away from Layna's accident.

Not like Lucifer cared because Gwen and Irina seemed jealous, and he had a wonderful quickie in the church's confession box.