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#DR RATIO

You were born as the villainess and rival of Dr ratio who has an obsession with beating him, the villainess is an accomplished scientist who believes herself was superior towards others due to her intelligence so she would target those she believes that are not worthy of Dr ratio presence.

Your end was for you to finally be killed by ratio for kidnapping the female lead and that's the end, but since you wake up in the scientist body–you wish to avoid dying alone again, your ultimate decision was to not bother anyone.

Since the villainess job is a top researcher you fully know that you won't be able to not look suspicious due to you never once be interested in science –your decision to resign would immediately shake everyone at your work place heck even ratio.

When you are packing your stuff, veritas come to confront you asking if these are one of your stunts to get his attention. But you answer every of his questions truthfully, giving out the impression that you simply gave up–but every time you answer, veritas can be seen getting more irritated.

In the end you left as well as apologizing towards the other people who the villainess did wrong, unfounded veritas weren't so happy about this. Sure you were not gone just turning a new lead, you and him would bond over science. After a week veritas cannot take it anymore and wish to bring you back, he's gonna search for you non stop. He was sad he lost a rival, but he also lost someone that can understand him completely and since you gave up, he's gonna come over and knock some sense to you.

#ASHVEIL

You were transmigrated to your favorite light novel as the villainess, it was a light novel that focuses on mystery. It was about a detective ashveil and how the villainess is a who was obsessed with him previously his partner, but ashveil isn't so innocent as well.

In the end you were arrested and ashveil would get a happily ever after with the female lead, honestly quite romantic would you agree. Well not for you, if you keep doing these acts it might lead you to get a life sentence.

So first business as the villainess is... Resigning from the police, you simply march in during the meeting and put the resignation as well as the batch on the table–saying that you wish to quit, stunting everyone in the room. Even ashveil who was present at the meeting stunt, well before he can confront you–you were already gone.

For the past few days you've been searching for new jobs and find a job as a barista, the same day–ashveil would come towards your job and keep interrogating you why did you leave, you started to get annoyed by this and keep telling him to leave you alone–even when he tries to joke around, your reaction would be annoyance.

Ashveil would often come towards your work place in the disguise of wanting to get coffee but you know that he is lying yet you are unable to do anything. He would even come back during the end of your shift of the hopes of walking you home, he would not leave you alone no matter how many times you told him to– he would make excuses of needing you in a case to be around you – he would simply get in your way of your life, he said that he would never leave you and he meant every word.

#VARKA

Well honestly this is bad for you, you were reborn as the villainess who was Destined to die by hanging. The villainess was obsessed with the knight of boreas varka the male lead, varka once saved the villainess and the villainess believed they are meant to be.

So in the end the villainess was caught helping the artistocras and then was executed by hanging the end. Well in the end, you're gonna die–the villainess joined the knights to get close with varka but that failed.

So the only way to distance yourself from the main plotline and hope somebody will take the role as villainess is by taking duties outside the city as well as doing expeditions for the knights, which it could be dangerous–but hey it's better dying on your own hands rather than then dying by somebody elses

Varka was surprised by the sudden changes in you, even when he invited you to have a drink with him–you still rejected him, saying that you have other things to care about. Varka originally doesn't agree with you going solo, he started to prevent you from going on expedition as well as solo missions because he wants you to go to him.

But during one of the expeditions you were severly injured but when you thought it was over, Varka swept in saving you ( did he follow you ? ) and Carried you back to mondstat. The entire time, he was lecturing you about how dangerous it is. He made you a new order, you are now not allowed to do any duties outside of the city walls and you are to stay over at his place due to your injuries.

#WRIOTHESELY

Being the villainess who was Destined to die a painful death by execution is something you wouldn't want right, I mean you recently just lose yours and then wake up in another person's body so why don't you just enjoy the luxurious this body have and enjoy.

Wriothesely is confused why the sudden change in you, you suddenly no longer focus your attention towards him anymore. In fact it seems you have better things to do, as if he's been pushed to the side.

He was happy at first but now it's strange not being annoyed by you, actually he became weirded out as well as missing your pestering. He wants to get that attention back but every attempt he makes it would be pushed away.

Every attempt of hanging out with you or flirting would often be pushed to the side, and it's annoying him. He truly did want you back but you are so far away, as if interacting with means certain death.

He decided to corner you and asked you why you don't like him anymore, since you are confused about what to do–you simply decided to say that you are no longer interested in you, leaving him stunned. The next day he would try to get any sort of attention from you –even if he annoyed you as long as you looked at him.

#FLINS

You were reborn as the knight of the "duke of the north" flins who's secretly the king of the fae, and you were Destined for threatening the female lead and the kingdom life.

You were reborn as a fae as well so you have an advantage over normal villains who were reincarnated as a human, you actually have magic as well as wings to fly away–you wonder why the villainess can simply get over the king but who knows.

Flins has been noticing how you have been talking with the other guards as well as focusing your attention on another fae, usually your worship was only made for him–how dare you backstab him by being loyal to another.

He would start to have you by his side 24/7, you are not allowed to leave–even though he would act as if he is not bother by the sudden changes in you. Everyone and you are able to sense how much his mood has changed ever since you changed your attitude.

He's towering even down there, his broad shoulders filling the space between your legs, making you feel small and in control as you tower over him from your perch. You've been tormenting this quiet nerd for weeks—tripping him in the halls, stealing his books, whispering insults in his ear during class—but right now, with him kneeling like this, he looks pathetic and hot all at once, completely at your mercy.

“What are you waiting for, dork?” you sneer, uncrossing your legs slowly and spreading them wide, your panties already soaked. “You think you can handle this? Prove it, or I'll make sure everyone knows what a loser you are.” Phainon's cheeks burn red, but his hands shake as they slide up your thighs, rough palms contrasting your smooth skin.

He pushes your skirt higher, hooks his fingers into your panties, and yanks them down, the fabric sticking to your wetness before peeling away.

“ I... I don't know if—“ he starts, but you cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his soft white hair, yanking his head forward lightly. The pull makes him gasp, his braces catching the light again as his lips part.

“Lick it, nerd. Eat my pussy like the desperate little virgin you are,” you command, your voice dripping with mockery. He hesitates for a split second, but you pull harder, and his tongue finally darts out, tracing a shaky line up your slit.

You moan softly, guiding his head with your grip on his hair, pulling him closer until his nose presses against your mound.

It's tentative at first, but you grind against his face, smearing your juices over his glasses and mouth. “Deeper, idiot. Use that tongue for something useful for once.” He groans, the vibration buzzing through you, and he dives in properly—lapping at your folds with sloppy, eager strokes, his mouth wide and messy as he sucks your clit between his lips.

Wet sounds fill the room—his licks turning messy, saliva mixing with your juices as he sucks on your folds. You rock your hips against his face, smearing your wetness across his glasses, fogging them up. He groans into you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, and you pull his hair harder, making him whimper.

You laugh softly, the sound cruel as you watch him struggle. His strong build shifts on his knees, but he's still so submissive, nose buried in you, tongue thrusting inside your hole now, fucking you with wet, noisy slurps. Saliva drips down his chin, mixing with your arousal, pooling on the floor.

You clamp your thighs around his head, trapping him there, his ears pinned between your legs. “That's it, Phainon. Slobber all over it like a good boy. Bet you've dreamed about this while jerking off to your stupid comics.” He whimpers into you, braces grazing your sensitive skin. You grind down, chasing your high, until your orgasm crashes over you—your pussy clenching around his tongue as you flood his mouth with your cum. He laps it all up greedily, not pulling away even as you tremble.

He pulls back gasping, lips glistening, eyes dazed and pleading. “P-please... did I do good?” His voice is soft, that sincere warmth peeking through, but you just shove him away with your foot on his chest, making him topple onto his back on the cold tile. “Good? It was barely passable, loser,” you taunt, His cock strains against his pants, huge even from the outline—way bigger than you anticipated for this quiet nerd. “Look at you, all hard from eating me out,” you tease, getting off the desk and onto the ground crawling on-top of him, reaching down to palm him through the fabric. He bucks into your hand, a soft whine escaping him.

“Such a pathetic virgin,” you whisper, nipping at his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin. “Never even touched a girl, have you? All those brains and no balls.” He nods frantically, braces flashing as he bites his lip, his cock straining against his pants. You reach down, unzipping him roughly, and pull out his length—god, it's massive, thick as your wrist, long enough to make your mouth water despite yourself. Veins throb along it, the tip slick with pre-cum. Your hand wraps around it, stroking hard and fast, making him buck and moan like a bitch in heat.

“Look at this monster,” you mock, rubbing the head against your thumb. “Bet you think this makes you tough, huh? But you're still a nerd.”

Your hand grips his fat cock tight, the skin hot and smooth under your fingers. It's so thick your small hand can't wrap all the way around it, fingers straining to hold on as you start to pump up and down.

The shaft jumps in your palm, veins bulging hard against your touch, and a drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, making your strokes slick and messy. Phainon's chest heaves, his blue eyes locked on your hand working him, glasses fogging up a bit from his heavy breaths. A deep groan rips from his throat, low and rough, his tall body shaking above you.

You squeeze harder at the base, feeling how full and heavy his balls are below, tight and drawn up already. Your thumb presses into the underside, rubbing that sensitive spot right under the head, and he bucks his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into your fist. “Fuck,” he whimpers, voice breaking like glass, tears starting to form in those bright eyes. His white hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, braces shining as his lips part in a gasp. You speed up, hand flying now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, his pre-cum coating your fingers and dripping down to his sack.

His strong legs wobble, knees bending as he leans over you, so much bigger and heavier, his frame covering your body. Moans pour out of him, turning into whines that sound needy and broken, like a puppy begging. “Nghh—Please... oh shit, your hand feels so good,” he blabbers, words tumbling fast and sloppy. Tears spill down his cheeks, wetting his face, and he doesn't wipe them, just lets them fall while his cock throbs wild in your grip. You twist your wrist on the upstroke, milking more slick from the tip, and he cries out loud, a sob mixed with a moan, his whole frame jerking like he's about to break.

“You’re so pathetic,” you grin wickedly, your voice dripping with that sharp edge that makes his cock twitch even harder in your grip. Your free hand slides down, cupping his heavy balls, feeling their weight and heat against your palm.

You roll them slow and soft at first, fingers kneading the soft skin, tracing the seam right in the middle. Then you tug them lightly, just enough pull to send a jolt through him, and that's when he breaks completely—sobbing loud and messy, his words spilling out in a rush, “Gonna cum, fuck, don't stop, I need it so fucking bad.” His voice pitches up high and shaky, braces clicking together as he bites down on his lower lip, trying to hold back but failing. The moans keep ripping from him, wet and raw, turning into choked cries as his whole body locks up.

Hot spurts shoot from his thick cock, coating your hand in thick ropes of cum, sticky and warm, dripping down your fingers and splattering onto your wrist. It pulses hard in your fist, one last throb before he slumps a bit, spent but still trembling. You stare at him then, disgust at the face all flushed and tear-streaked, that strong body reduced to a quivering wreck under your touch, it's gross how easy he falls apart, how his nerdy cheerful side breaks into this needy mess, but fuck, it turns you on seeing him like that, vulnerable and owned.

And he looks back at you with those big blue eyes, all watery and wide like a kicked puppy, pleading silent for more even as the aftershocks make him whimper, lashes clumped with tears, begging without words to keep going, to not stop now that you've got him hooked.

“Ready to take my pussy?” You smirked, rubbing his thick cock against your entrance.

You sink down inch by inch, his girth stretching your pussy to the limit, walls clenching around him. It hurts so good, the burn mixing with pleasure as you take him deeper. Halfway in, you feel the pressure low in your belly, pressing a hand there to feel the outline of his cock bulging inside you. “Fuck, you're rearranging my guts, nerd. So deep already—gonna split me open?”

Phainon's vivid blue eyes fix on you from behind his glasses, his messy white hair splayed across the floor as you straddle his broad hips. He's enormous compared to your frame—his well-built chest rising and falling steadily beneath you, making your body look delicate perched atop him like this. You try to keep the rhythm going, lifting up just to sink back down, but each drop makes your thighs tremble, the overwhelming fullness hitting you harder than expected.

Your pussy grips him tight, fluttering around his throbbing length, but the stretch borders on too much, your breaths coming in short gasps as you grind forward.

The pressure coils tighter in your tummy with every thrust downward, his tip nudging spots that make your vision blur. You're close, so close, riding him relentlessly until your thighs quake.

Phainon groans low, his braces catching the light as his mouth opens wider, but he holds back, letting you think you're winning. When your orgasm crashes over you, your eyes roll back to your head—your walls spasm wildly around his cock, milking him as you cry out, body shuddering atop him.

Your body shakes hard as the waves crash through you, pussy squeezing his thick cock over and over like it never wants to let go. You slump forward a bit, hands pressing into his wide chest, feeling how much bigger he is under you—your small frame looks tiny against his strong body, the desk edge digging into your knees from the effort. Drool slips from your lip, mind going fuzzy from the high, everything feeling too good, too full, thoughts scattering like papers in the wind.

Phainon’s hands slide up your sides, steady and warm, his fingers digging in just enough to hold you still as you tremble on top of him. His blue eyes lock onto yours through those glasses, sharp and hungry now, like he’s been waiting for this. You’re still catching your breath, pussy clenching around his thick cock, slick and messy from your release, but he doesn’t let you rest. With a low grunt, he bucks his hips up hard, making you jolt forward, a whine slipping from your lips.

“Nghh—!” It’s all you can manage, your mind already fuzzy around the edges, thoughts melting into the wet heat between your legs where he’s buried so deep. He’s so much bigger than you, his body filling your entire view, chest broad and solid under your small hands that press against it for balance. His hips wider than yours, making your thighs spread extra wide just to take him.

He smirks, braces glinting in the dim light as his mouth curves up slow and teasing. “Look at you, already making those silly little sounds. Can’t even talk right, can you.” His voice stays calm, but there’s a rough edge to it now, like he’s enjoying every second of watching you unravel. One hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing over your lower lip soft at first, wiping away a bit of drool from your earlier high. Then, without warning, he pushes it inside your mouth. You suck on it on instinct, tongue swirling around the pad, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with your own mess. But he doesn’t stop there—he shoves deeper, past your teeth, making your throat tighten up quick.

You gag a little, eyes watering as spit builds up and spills down your chin, dripping onto his chest below. He watches it all, eyes darkening behind his glasses, white hair messy and sticking to his forehead from the sweat. “That’s it, choke on it for me,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower, his free hand gripping your hip tighter to keep you from squirming away. He thrusts up again, slow this time, dragging his cock along your sensitive walls, the stretch making your pussy throb around him. You try to moan around his thumb, but it comes out muffled, “Mmph—nghh!”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pulling his thumb out with a wet pop, only to replace it with two fingers. They stretch your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, and you gag again, harder this time, body shaking as he thrusts up into you once more. Your pussy flutters around him, the fullness making everything spin. “That’s it, choke on them. You’re so dumb when you’re full like this.”

Your head spins, the fullness in your mouth and pussy overwhelming everything else. You nod weakly, or try to, but it’s just another gag, throat working around his fingers as he starts guiding your hips down harder. He lifts you up a bit with his grip on your waist—his arms strong, making it easy despite how much larger he is—then drops you back onto his length, the slap of skin on skin echoing loud.

Your thighs burn from the effort, knees scrapping against the floor, but you don’t care. Each bounce sends his tip nudging deep inside, hitting spots that make your vision blur at the edges, sparks shooting up your spine.

“Nghh—Phai—ahh!” The words slur out around his fingers, barely coherent, and he chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. He loves it, you can tell from how his cock twitches inside you, growing even harder if that’s possible. He pulls his fingers out halfway, letting you gasp for air, but only to smear the spit across your lips and cheeks, marking you messy. “Can’t even say my name right. Just moaning like you’re brainless. Keep going, take me harder—I want to feel how wet you’re getting.”

You do, lifting yourself up on shaky legs, sinking back down with a wet squelch each time, your juices coating his balls and thighs below. His length stretching you to your limits, the burn mixing with pleasure until you’re chasing it desperately. His hand on your hip helps, pulling you down to meet his upward thrusts, faster now, the rhythm building until your body bounces uncontrollably. Sweat slicks your skin where you touch his, your hands sliding on his broad chest, feeling the muscles flex under you.

The coil in your tummy tightens again, too soon, but you can’t stop—the way he fills you, the teasing words, it all pushes you closer. “Please—nghh—more!” you whine, dumb and needy, and he grins wider, braces flashing as he bucks up rough, making your tits bounce with the force.

“Not yet,” he says, voice firm, and suddenly he’s sitting up, his free arm wrapping around your waist like you weigh nothing. His strength surprises you, even though it shouldn’t—he flips you both with one smooth motion, the world tilting as your back hits the ground soft. Now you’re under him, legs splayed wide, knees hooked over his elbows as he looms above, caging you completely. His white hair falls forward, messy and wild, glasses a bit crooked but those blue eyes still piercing, locked on your flushed face.

He noticed a bulge forming on your stomach every-time he thrusted inside of you, he pressed on it with his thumb making you cry out loud and get closer to your orgasm.

“Ahh—! Nghh—too much!” Your cry is broken, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin there. But he just grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand, his fingers wrapping around both easily. The other hand trails down your side, over your hip, to where you’re joined, thumb pressing on your clit hard.

“Too much. That’s all you can say now, huh.” He teases, leaning down to nip at your neck, teeth grazing before his tongue soothes the spot. His braces catch lightly on your skin, a cool contrast to the heat of him. Then he starts moving, pulling out slow so you feel every inch dragging against your walls, coated in your slick and his pre-cum, before slamming back in hard.

“Nghh—! Ahh—yes—Phai—!” Moans spill from you nonstop, high and desperate, no real words left as he fucks you deep. His cock hits that spot inside over and over, the angle perfect now that he’s on top, making your back arch off the floor. He’s relentless, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks that fill the room.

He releases your wrists to grab your thighs instead, pushing them back further, folding you almost in half so he can go deeper. “Look at you, moaning like a dumb slut. Can’t think with my cock in you, can you. Just take it—squeeze me tighter.” His voice is rough now, breath hot against your ear as he grinds in circles, tip pressing right where it hurts so good. You do squeeze, pussy clenching around him involuntarily, the stretch burning sweet as he stretches you wider.

“Nghh—! Cumming—ahh—!” It crashes over you harder than before, body convulsing under his weight, walls spasming wild around his thick length. Juices gush out, wetting his thighs and the sheets below, your moans turning to sobs as you shake. He doesn’t slow, thrusting through it, making it last longer, drawing out every wave until you’re limp and whimpering.

“Fuck,” he moans, feeling you milk him, but he pulls out suddenly, cock glistening and throbbing, slick with your cum. You whine at the loss, empty and aching, but he flips you over quick, onto your stomach. “Not done yet. Ass up for me.” His hands pull your hips up, knees spreading on the floor, face pressed on the ground as he kneels behind. Your body arched perfectly for him, pussy exposed and dripping.

He slaps your ass once, light but stinging, then lines up and thrusts back in, deeper from this angle. “Nghh—!” You bury your face in the hands, muffling the sound, but he grabs your hair, pulling your head back gently. “Let me hear your moans. Don’t hide them.”

He pounds into you now, hips crashing against your ass, the sound filthy and loud. Each thrust makes your body rock forward, his cock dragging slow on the out-stroke before ramming deep. He’s wilder here, one hand on your hip, the other reaching around to rub your clit again, keeping the fire going even as you come down. “You love this, don’t you. Getting fucked like you can’t get enough. Say it, moan for me.”

“Ahh—yes—nghh—more!” It’s all broken pleas, mind blank, just chasing the next hit of pleasure. He leans over you, chest to your back, his larger frame covering yours completely, breath hot on your neck. His thrusts turn erratic, harder, chasing his own edge now. “Gonna fill you up. Take my cum, every drop.”

With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as hot spurts flood your pussy, creampie spilling deep inside. You feel it all, the warmth spreading, leaking out around him as he grinds slow, pushing it further. Your walls clench in response, a smaller orgasm rippling through from the sensation, making you whimper soft.

He stays like that a minute, breathing heavy, before pulling out careful, cum dripping from your swollen folds onto your thighs. You collapse fully, body spent, mind foggy and warm. Phainon rolls you over gentle, his touch soft now, wiping the sweat and tears from your face with his thumb. “You okay, yeah.” It’s not a question, just checking, his blue eyes warm behind the glasses as he straightens them.

“Mmm—nghh,” you mumble, too wrecked for words, but you nod, smiling hazy up at him. He’s even hotter now, hair all messy, braces peeking as he smiles back, that strong body still looming but caring. He grabs a soft cloth from his shirt, cleaning you up slow—between your legs first, gentle on the sensitive skin, then your face, kissing your forehead light.

“You were amazing,” he says, voice sincere, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around, holding you close, his larger frame making you feel safe and small. “All those sounds you made. Drove me crazy.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, under the hoodie, soothing the sore spots. “You took it so well,” he says, sincere like always, that idealistic side peeking through. He tilts your chin up gentle, blue eyes meeting yours, glasses pushed back up his nose. “Wanna go out sometime. A real date. Dinner, maybe a walk after. Just us.”

Your heart flips warm, the words hitting soft after everything, and you look up at him, You scoffed. “Fine, but it better be a good restaurant.”