The cunning NPC and his reincarnated villainess

"My dummy~"

"Nnnh~!"

Medea held Zorivia's face and kneeled over her, making her loosen her grip just enough to allow a kiss.

And what a hungry kiss it was!

"Nhgnn!"

Zorivia yelped as her body shivered as Medea seemed to want to devour her whole – the only time she had time to catch a breath was when the black-haired man took apart her bathrobe and embraced her body, moving onto the bed after a quick and annoyed glance at the hard floor that might have hurt her.

"NNN...!"

After all, he was the only one allowed to hurt her – his strong grip on her thigh as he was spreading her out caused her to bite her lips, but she didn't try to stop him, locking her legs around his waist and reaching her hands to take off his clothes.

"...ghh...!"

"...~!"

Zorivia ended up struggling with his belt and let out an annoyed scoff that was so so adorable it made Medea blush as he watched her struggle, so clearly desperate for him.

"Hmhm~ I took into account that you could long for me more than I do for you... but to that degree~"

"N-nooo...! I'm sorry!"

Medea's eyes shone dangerously, and he grabbed Zorivia's ankle, about to free himself from the leg lock, causing Zorivia to cry out pitifully as if she thought that she messed up and apologized.

"Dummy~ What I want to say is that I want to give you all the service ~."

"E-eehhh...? H-hold on, wh-what are you going to do to that pla...?"

The black-haired man moved back and slid down using the blond-haired woman's legs as guidelines to his ultimate target, causing even Zorivia, with her common sense obscured by a passion, to gasp in embarrassment.

" NNNNNNHN?!?!"

That moment of clarity didn't last, though, as Medea found an even better use for his tongue than formulating words, rendering Zorivia unable to make a coherent sentence.

Her moans were becoming louder and louder to the accompaniment of sloppy sounds of the inescapable pleasure.

She was subconsciously lifting her waist until, finally, a jolt of electricity-like ecstasy sent out directly to her brain caused her to throw her head back as her back arched like a crescent moon.

Medea emerged victorious and reached out for the towel that Zorivia was drying her hair with before she noticed him.

He took off the steamed-up glasses and wiped his face and neck carefully...

"..."

...before suddenly turning towards the window and freezing for a moment like a sentinel awaiting an enemy.

"...haaah... haaa... nnng..."

The hot and steamy Zorivia trembled and managed to wiggle her way around, changing position so that she was now facing Medea's waist, ready for round two with the stubborn belt to return the favor.

"Dummy. I am going to become your assistant – but I need to meet up with the head butler. This breaking and entering have to be postponed."

"...eh...?"

With a heavy heart and back with his serious expression, Medea reached out and gently held Zorivia's butt, pulling her close and hugging her while kissing her forehead, making her let out a cute confused gasp.

"...wait... b-breaking and entering...? You're still doing bad things?!"

"...~"

Zorivia flinched and yelped on the verge of tears which made Medea's eyes turn very, very gentle.

"Not like that. I am a bad person, so I said breaking and entering. Someone more romantic, or a gardener, would call it deflowering."

"Mhmm~"

Medea tilted his head and gently caressed Zorivia's face, which was a gesture that she leaned in, purring longingly.

"Wait...!"

But then, as she flinched and clenched her legs together, it became clear that her reaction had nothing to do with Medea's words.

"Wait, wait, wait...! This is bad...! The prince! At first, he didn't want the engagement, but now he wants the marriage and...!"

*chuu*

Zorivia grabbed whatever was left of her bathrobe and covered herself while still clinging to the black-haired man – which earned her yet another kiss that momentarily took her breath away.

"...! Sorry for that. I was listening, but you're just so adorable that... Please continue – the previously reluctant prince now became eager to marry you, and?"

It was time for Medea to flinch as he actually didn't intend to interrupt Zorivia like that and felt really bad for catching her off.

"...I don't remember what I wanted to say... I'm sorry..."

The blushing young woman swooned and leaned down, pressing her flushed face against the base of the black-haired man's neck.

"You don't have to worry about it. I will become your assistant one way or another, so there will be plenty of opportunities to discuss everything you want."

*chuu*

"... and..."

Medea kissed Zorivia's forehead, to which she reacted with a cute voice before he got up, fixed his clothes, and grabbed the thick glasses.

"This time, I will not make you wait nearly as long~."

He added, moving towards the window and climbing down so skillfully as if he was walking down the wide stars and not a vertical wall with barely anything to grab on.

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"Mister Medea...? Ah...!"

The short maid called out while poking her head into the toilet and almost bumped her nose against the black-haired man's chest.

"Sorry for the wait; I'm quite nervous about making a good first impression."

"I-it's understandable..."

Medea blushed and smiled apologetically – that sort of impression would make Gerard and Nag faint if they saw it, but since the maid was neither of them, her reaction was rather different. The thick glasses did play a role, too, as they blocked his intense gaze making the smile look actually positive and making the maid's impression of him a pleasant one.

"Did I make the head butler wait...?"

Medea hesitated and asked in a worried voice, reaching out towards his necktie that was still just slightly crooked.

"Not yet, but almost. Mister Kenneth finished his second cup of tea, which means that he is almost done with going through the financial records for the previous day. He is a meticulous person like that. Your references and letter of recommendation should not take him too long, so, umm... Young man, lean down over here."

The maid shook her head, and while furrowing her brows, she really tired to ignore the black-haired man's necktie, but she ended up losing that inner battle and reached out her hands with a sigh.

Medea complied with the command, and the maid fixed his attire, making sure that his appearance was spotless.