Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!



Lucifer then finished all the needed processes to take Lephalia away with him—he didn't care that his shirt and pants were ruined, thinking back to his early days in this world and life in the last.

It's not like these clothes were worth a fraction of what her life meant.

She had met the Hero the day before, but he only spouted his convenient words and thoughts about how slavery was bad and wrong.

Lucifer would probably agree with him as they both came from the same original world but differed greatly.

One wished to change the world to suit his views and beliefs.

The other wanted a nice, relaxed life with his wife and lovers.

While they walked together, Lucifer remembered his conversation with a strange elf the night before and wondered if he should offer Lephalia this deal.

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[Two nights ago before departure]

The dark sky glistened with beautiful stars, which lit the path with their gentle light; Lucifer wearing a loose tunic and pants, walked alone, having purchased the last items needed for their trip together.

"Master." Like the singing of a lovebird in season, a beautiful voice sounded in his ears, causing his body and face to turn in their direction.

A lovely woman wearing a black dress stood in the darkness, hiding even from the wonderous stars and argent moon.

Shrouded in darkness and danger, her red lips and soft green eyes were more alluring than the most beautiful maiden of light.

"Hello, Fel'zim" His eyes narrowed, and stepping closer before placing a hand on her bruised cheek; somehow, this woman would spy on his nightlife with Gwen and cause her to become violent.

"Does your cheek hurt?" Lucifer's baritone voice echoed through the dark empty town streets, brushing along her blue cheek; under his touch, it seemed to heal rapidly.

Since he chose to become the 72nd lord, he secretly met with Marina and Fel, making them his retainers, or they begged to become him.

Fel's eyes flickered, seemingly not used to his gentle touch—the ticklish feeling of his Prana healing her wound made her blush like a common priestess meeting her future husband before turning away slightly and playing with her glossy green hair.

'This girl is like Gwen with zero defence to my advances, but her attack is unlimited! Maybe that's why they get along despite Gwen beating her so much?'

"I-it's fine... You asked to meet me tonight, is it for..."

"Not copulation."

"Tsk!" She clicked her tongue with a seductive smile as he said this woman would never let a chance go.

Lucifer pulled her hand into a dark alley with barely enough room for two people as his chest pushed against hers, their noses touching. The cheeky elf kissed his lips, but he just looked at her with cold eyes despite enjoying the sensation.

"I want to ask, is there a way to make someone a Dhampir or my Vampire follower without making them directly my wife or bride?"

Upon seeing his serious question, Fel'zim didn't change.

Instead, her hands crept over his body, knowing he allowed her this much freedom and reward before resting them on his hips.

"Well..." her lips smacked together, every move of this demonic woman was designed to allure and enchant him, but he was prepared and made love with Gwen for 2 hours before coming. "If you want them to become faithful to you, then you just need them to drink your blood, then whether they become a dhampir or vampire depends on their constitution."

He listened and wondered what made them become his brides then...

"Then why do others become my brides or wife?"

She slid her long finger along his chest like a snake while her tongue licked her lips with a wet smack, "You see, normal vampires need a ritual or special prayer to Lupera or another dark god to have their spouse become more than a normal vampire."

Fel'zim's hand slid from his hip, lower as it cupped his crotch, her sharp fangs showing as she smiled at him. "But because you are the vampire lord, any woman you wish to be with you and never to leave after having intercourse and biting them will trigger that same transformation."

"I see..." Lucifer smiled.

He didn't care as her hands began to slip into his undergarments and molest him—he knew the dark, crazed mind inside this woman was a time bomb and needed to keep her under control and either kill her for sure or accept her as the crazy bitch she was.

'I need someone who knows the world of Lords and demons well, even if she's a crazy yandere bitch... Gwendolyn asked me to accept her.'

'I am not sure why... Let's give her a small gift... It should help and not make her crazier...'

'I hope.'

Lucifer looked at her delighted eyes, shining with bliss as she felt his member, slowly jerking her hands along it, licking her lips as if licking him.

"Fel'zim, open your mouth and don't move.' His voice was strong, like an order causing her hand on his chest and the one in his pants to freeze. She even stopped breathing for some reason, those green eyes looking at him with expectation and confusion.

Since she told him what to do, he lifted both arms, turning them to face the sky as one of his fingers grew into a sharp-bladed claw and sliced slowly along his wrist—he could feel her intense desire to drink, her lips drooling, nose twitching and those eyes like a puppy desperate for affection.

'Let's make it a reward beyond all others; I can't take how cute she is.' At this moment, Lucifer's love for Yandere and troublesome women surfaced...

His number one favourite type of game... was those with Yandere heroines, or Yangire ones were also fine.

Some might say this action he was about to do was provoking rather than soothing, but he would smile with a knowing laugh and say, "I know."

Lucifer placed his lips upon his wrist, slowly sucking a large amount of his blood into his mouth until his cheeks slightly swelled and looked at Fel'Zim, slowly lifting his head from his arm, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, looking like a seductive vampire enchanting his poor, innocent victim.

Then he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his blood began to flow into her throat as she guzzled it down, his hands tightly gripping her shoulders, almost tearing into her flesh.

At the same time, he stared at her with his dark red eyes narrowed with a fierce look until the blood was licked clean from his mouth by her eager tongue—he didn't move.

Once Fel'zim drank everything, he pulled away—before she could react, his thumb brushed along her bloody lips, pushing the last droplets into her mouth.

Feeling her warm lips suck on the tip of his thumb, her eyes filled with affection, obsession and in a trance.

"Fel'zim, consider this my acceptance of you as my retainer and loyal maid. The more good work and service you provide, this may become a true vampire's kiss, and you will join Irina and Gwen's status."

"Do you understand?"

Her face looked shocked, her mouth wide open, still licking her cheeks as if scrounging for a droplet of his blood as her emerald eyes seemed to glow vibrantly from her intense feelings.

Slowly, as if she listened to his words several times over, she nodded to him, her hands pulled from his pants with a last stroke as if to say,

"Wait for me; I'll greet you again later."

The next moment, her posture and entire atmosphere changed, becoming like the maid that most men would envision in their minds if thinking of a fantasy world as she bowed deeply before opening her luscious lips.

"Master, I will serve you until my body should break, my soul, shatter with an everlasting love that cannot be matched!"

Lucifer smiled, noticing the change in his eyes and the grimoire as he stroked her glossy green hair and accepted her words.

He would kill her without a second thought if she became weird or started to endanger Gwen or Irina.

However...

'I got me a yandere maid!' His mind was celebrating...

The two then slowly parted, unaware that in the darkness hiding above them, hanging from the lip under the roof, was a beautiful woman with black hair and eight red eyes, watching his back with a wistful gaze.

"I want to call you master in the open too..." Marina whispered before her spider body skittered with determination across the town buildings at night.