Dawn of Light - Reincarnated as a villain

I nodded, swallowing my frustration. Her displeasure was evident, but it wasn't enough to break my resolve. If anything, it ignited a stronger desire within me to improve.

Drusilla walked toward me, her commanding aura making the air around her feel heavier. She bent down gracefully and picked up the longsword I had dropped, her movements fluid and precise. Holding the blade, she stood with an elegance that radiated authority, as if the sword was not just a tool but a natural extension of her very being.

"Watch closely," she said, her voice calm but firm.

She stepped into a stance that exuded both power and balance, her every motion deliberate and calculated. "This is the foundation," she began, as she demonstrated the basics. "Your stance is everything. Without it, you're vulnerable. Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and your weight balanced—neither too far forward nor back."

Her movements were hypnotic as she walked me through each step. "This is how you strike," she said, performing a clean, precise slash that seemed effortless yet deadly. "The blade should flow with your momentum, not against it."

Next, she moved into a thrust, her movements smooth and efficient. "When you thrust, your whole body moves with the blade—your arms, shoulders, even your legs. Every part of you contributes to the power behind the strike."

She transitioned seamlessly into a parry, her wrist twisting slightly as she deflected an invisible attack. "And this is how you defend. A parry isn't just about blocking; it's about redirecting the force of your opponent's attack to create an opening for yourself."

She continued, demonstrating slashes, diagonal strikes, side steps, and backward and forward movements, her every action flowing into the next like water.

After finishing, she turned to me and handed the longsword back. "Now," she said, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly, "show me what you've learned."

I took the sword, my grip firmer this time, and tried to replicate what she had demonstrated. My stance wavered, my strikes were unbalanced, and my movements lacked fluidity.

Drusilla's expression hardened. "Sloppy," she snapped, her voice cutting like the blade she wielded. "Again."

I tried once more, focusing on correcting my stance and movements, but it still wasn't enough. She stepped forward, faster than I could react, and struck me with the flat of her blade across my shoulder, sending me stumbling.

"Don't rely on brute force," she said coldly. "A sword is not a hammer. Again."

The training was brutal. Every time I faltered, she struck me, sometimes with the flat of her blade, other times with a quick jab to my ribs or stomach. Each strike left a stinging reminder of my failure. Worse, she forbade me from activating my Crimson Renewal to heal myself, forcing me to endure the pain and fatigue.

Despite the harshness, I persisted. As the hours dragged on, something began to click. My body started to move more naturally, my stance became firmer, and my strikes gained a semblance of precision.

Drusilla's POV:

Watching Zephyx train was both infuriating and impressive. At first, his movements were clumsy, as expected from someone with no prior training. But as time passed, I began to notice a disturbing pattern—he was learning. Fast. Too fast.

With each correction I made, he adapted, his mistakes dwindling with each repetition. By the end of the session, he was already showing signs of grasping the basics.

"This motherfucker," I thought, both shocked and proud. "If he continues at this pace, he'll master the basics in three or four days."

Returning to his side, I crossed my arms and gave him an appraising look. "You're doing okay," I said, though my voice betrayed a hint of reluctant admiration. "At this rate, you'll have the basics down in a few days."

He straightened, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Okay," he said simply, his determination evident in his tone.

I smiled faintly, but my expression shifted as I stepped closer to him. My voice dropped to a sultry whisper, my lips brushing against his ear. "Now," I murmured, a playful edge in my tone, "it's time for the drinking session. Come to my room"

When I reached her room, she was sitting on her bed as usual but today she was wearing a see through lingerie.

I can't help but ask "what are you wearing?"

She replied with a faint blush on her face, "It's just comfortable to wear this."

I looked at her blankly and sighed and thought "At least try to make a better lie."

After I sat in front of her and she came crawling and sat on my lap, and kissed me

[A/n: Though you can't say kiss because she was sucking his blood from his lips but from our MC pov , if lips touch its a kiss, well that was my belief also]

I was shocked at her sudden kiss , but before I could ask , she took out her fangs from my lips and told me "it's just.. it's just more delicious from here."

I sighed and thought 'you're hopeless' and kissed her back and she again started sucking my blood from my lips.