Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Fatima was entranced… No… that wasn’t the right word… There was pressure. She wanted to kick, to bite, to punch, scratch and scream. She wanted anything to avoid this… But something wasn’t letting her.

And then… She saw someone who nobody else saw sitting in the corner of the room, a young woman, with crimson twintails, and matching eyes. Covered in tattoos that were clearly in unison with some other in some pattern she did not recognize outside of poker.

This woman with stunningly perfect north-east Asian features, yet a hair and eye color that was anything but, watched with a perverted gaze, and an approving expression as she slipped her hand in to her panties all the while Alex shoved his tongue into Fatima’s mouth as she tried to point out the woman masturbating in the corner of her bedroom, on a chair that should not otherwise exist.

No, the chair wasn’t right. It was a throne, gilded and scarlet, with sculpted motifs of the suite of hearts. Yet when Fatima’s eyes met Alex’s and returned she could no longer see the woman, or her seat of power.

As if she were a mere manifestation of Fatima’s turbulent mind, or perhaps her true desires? That thought alone, which forced its way into her brain, triggered another response in Alex’s vision by the system as he began to grope the Omani Queen’s perfectly sculpted yet natural breasts.

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[Fatima has begun to understand her latent desires]

[+50 Affection]

[Fatima’s Affection: -25/100]

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When Alex saw this, he couldn’t help but smirk, as he whispered something seductive into the Queen’s ears.

“Oh? Are you becoming more docile? Has my touch awakened something in you? After saying this, Alex moved his face down into the woman’s crotch and began to lick her royal snatch, tasting something both sacred and taboo for any man other than the King of Oman to touch.

And yet he defiled it with his saliva, as the woman felt an intense arousal overwhelm her. So much so that she became wetter than she had ever been in life. All the while, Margeret climbed onto her face, clearly still horny after Alex had finished having his fun with her.

Her voice was sultry, and mature almost as if she were scolding an errant daughter.

“That’s it Fatima, be a good girl, and clean Alex’s seed out of my pussy!”

Fatima did not know why, but she instinctively did as Margaret asked just as Alex inserted his massive member inside her tight cave of wonders. In doing so, the woman couldn’t help but feel her eyes roll to the back of her head.

All the while, Margaret moaned at the licking she was receiving. Together the three of them would experience a bliss on par with the divine and would go at it for several hours until finally they were interrupted by the King of this Palace who had concluded his meeting and wanted to join his wife in rest.

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The King of Oman was stressed beyond belief, there was not a single notice of where his daughter was, every single intelligence agency and criminal network available to him and the Saudis could not track down the current whereabouts of Alex, Safiyya or Aisha.

After enough squabbling over several hours, the King of Oman temporarily ceased discussions until more evidence of their target’s whereabouts appeared. Only for him to enter his palace’s master bedroom and find his wife in bed with the culprit himself.

Though they were no longer actively engaging in sexual relations, it was clear by the seed flowing out of Fatima and Margaret’s wombs and onto the bedsheets as they lovingly clung to Alex’s side like a couple of infatuated concubines that his wife had been soiled by the man who had killed his son, and kidnapped his daughter.

Alex did not immediately react to the situation. In fact, he was quite smug. After the hours he spent with Fatima, she had begrudgingly reached the endgame, and with a single minute to spare on the clock.

NO, he needed to do something drastic, but in a cinematic manner. He needed ten more affection points, and he needed them now. Because of this he sat up with his arms around the two women, Fatima clearly already having fallen for Alex but still guilty about her “loyalties” to her husband and how she had betrayed them.

As for Margaret, she was staring at the man as if he were the god of wine and pleasure himself, waiting for him to speak. The King of Oman was so stunned by what he was witnessing he didn’t know how to react. Other than to point a finger at Alex and posture.

“Y..You! What are you doing in my bed!?! With my wife!?!? You fucking whore! I will have your head mounted on a pike for this betrayal!”

Alex didn’t answer the question, instead he grabbed Fatima’s sharp chin and kissed her passionately, intertwining his tongue with hers, while whispering a promise in her ears that pushed her over the edge and into the maxed affection rating.

“Allow me to protect you, my love, and in doing so, sever this last thread that binds you to this fiend, and then you, your daughter, and I can be together, forever in serenity and bliss…”

Alex didn’t realize immediately that his words had already succeeded in the final objective. Fatima was conquered and in just in time. As the clock had struck down to the final second just as he did so.

Alex then got up, and grabbed hold of the King of Oman, wrapping him in a rear naked choke before he could properly call for help, slowly, and “peacefully” stealing the oxygen from the man’s mind until he was well and truly dead.

And after he released his grip, the King of Oman’s body, which Alex held up entirely with his own strength, crumpled to the floor, lifeless. But the moment he did so, Alex was not greeted by the two women waiting for him in bed.

Nor did he find himself on any mortal plane of existence. Rather, he found himself in the void of space, several portals appearing before him, as if they were scenes of the life he had lived during his second chance.

Sitting in front of them was the Queen of Hearts, on the same throne Fatima had seen when she was first held down by Alex. She had a bag of popcorn in her hands as she watched the story unfold as if it were an anime over and over again. And then, as the last scene flickered, the ending Alex had just lived, she crumpled up the bag and threw it into the nearby trash bin.

After which, the chair spun around to reveal the smug smirk on the woman’s bratty face. Her voice was filled with pride, and also a bit of arousal as she announced the end game had been completed.

“Congratulations lover boy… This is it… End of the line… Or should I say game over? You won… Now how about we take a look at that final prize of yours?”

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