Fated to Be Loved by Villains
chapter-127

༺ IF Side Story – A Midsummer Night’s Dream ༻

※ The chapter in question is an IF Side Story!

It has nothing to do with the main story, dealing with content that asks, ‘What if this happened?’.

Sometimes, before falling asleep, one’s mind could be flooded with all sorts of thoughts.

The night Riru Garda went to bed was a prime example of this phenomenon.

“…Hey.”

[What is it, Riru?]

Riru stared silently at the look-alike spirit floating above her in the air.

The way her lips twitched, it was clear she was hesitant to voice her thoughts.

[Judging by your expression, are you thinking about Mr. Dowd?]

“…”

[Seeing that you’re too embarrassed to speak, I assume you’re having an erotic fantasy.]

This was how it always went when she talked to the spirit.

She knew her way too well.

Both in a good way and a bad way.

Then again, that was why she could bring up such a topic in the first place.

Besides, the spirit probably already knew what she was thinking anyway.

“…You know, back then, when I was with him…”

A scene from a few days ago replayed in Riru’s mind.

The beautiful memories of being with him were-

[Ah, the day Mr. Dowd was controlled by me and pinned you onto the bed?]

“…”

‘Why do you have to put it that way?’

While she was glaring at the spirit, it giggled and continued.

[Why? Do you regret punching him in the jaw that day?]

“…I don’t regret it.”

She was sure that she’d do the same thing if it happened again.

It was just…

“What if, back then…”

Riru took a deep breath.

“If I hadn’t fought back…”

[Are you asking what would have happened?]

“…”

Riru frowned silently.

She turned her body, facing away from the spirit.

Unfortunately, the spirit could move freely in the air and quickly floated in front of her.

[Are you curious about that?]

“…No.”

Riru turned her head away again.

[Then why are you hesitating to talk after calling for me?]

“Shut up. I’m going to sleep.”

[…]

Watching Riru close her eyes, the spirit let out a wicked smirk.

[Fine.]

Of course, Riru didn’t notice it because her eyes were closed.

[Goodnight, Riru.]

And because of that…

Riru missed the spirit placing a hand on her head as it said those words.

It was a dream.

She could tell that much.

Otherwise, the sensation couldn’t have been so perfectly ‘recreated’ from that time.

“Riru.”

“…”

“I’ll take it off, Riru.”

“…”

Riru looked up blankly at the person in front of her.

‘Ah, it’s Dowd.’

The man she liked.

“…”

With a murky consciousness as if sunk deep in water, she barely managed to acknowledge this fact.

“Riru?”

“…”

“What’s wrong?”

She stared dazedly at the man.

‘…This… Is a dream.’

Considering his condition at that time, it was impossible for him to be speaking so naturally.

Now, it almost felt like…

The ‘real’ Dowd was holding her in his embrace.

‘…If it’s a dream…’

‘It should be okay…’

‘So…’

Without even being aware of what she was saying…

“…Yeah.”

That was the reply that trickled out her mouth.

“…I’ll be gentle.”

Then…

Dowd’s hand slid inside her clothes.

“…”

‘This is that, isn’t it?’

Foreplay.

‘…Honestly, I don’t really understand.’

She knew what it was because she was not entirely uneducated about sex.

But she didn’t know exactly what this action entails.

‘Would it really make me feel good when someone else fondled my body?’

Riru was very certain of such doubts.

“Ah, heung, euhhh, S-Stoppp-”

At least she was certain…

Until thirty minutes ago, that was.

“W-Why are y-you so good at th- Hiic-!”

Her mortified voice could not finish that sentence as it was interrupted by a shrill moan.

On the battlefield, especially for a vanguard bearing the greatest risk, body was the greatest asset.

Therefore, if one’s occupation involved such risks, controlling one’s body was as natural as breathing.

To put it differently…

In the current situation, Riru was no different from a complete amateur.

“Ah… Eung….”

Though she buried her face in the pillow she was clutching with both hands, her muffled moans continued to trickle out.

Her shallow breaths were filled with pleasure, letting out tone that she had never let out in her lifetime.

It was similar to the breaths she let out during intense exercise, but this was a state that had never been evoked by someone else.

Her mouth was filled with the linen of the pillow she was biting.

She vaguely aware that she was pointlessly breaking the pillow, but the sensation of Dowd slowly withdrawing his fingers after thrusting them at his leisure overwhelmed her brain.

Some kind of liquid dripped down her entire legs, and that same fluid covered his fingers.

“Ah….Ahhh….”

Drool slightly trickled from her tightly closed mouth.

She had never shown such a dazed appearance, but the pain she felt from suppressing her moans for so long overrode her embarrassment. Her eyes started to moisten, threatening to spill into tears.

If there was a mirror in front of her, she would definitely be mortified to death.

To think she was panting and letting out animal-like moans while entrusting her body to a man.

“…”

But this was just a dream.

She was only like this because it was just a dream.

But the sensation flooding her body felt terrifyingly real.

And as she writhed in pleasure…

Something caught her eye.

“…”

For a moment, her brain seemed to short circuit.

After all, it was an object that boasted such presence.

“…Is this your first time seeing one?”

Dowd spoke with a wry smile, but…

Her gaze was solely fixed on his erect penis.

“…Yeah.”

Without realizing it, Riru found her nodding without moving her gaze away.

“You seem ready enough, so I’ll put it in.”

Dowd let out a chuckle before pressing his lower half tightly against her.

“W-Wait, hold on. I-I’m not mentally prepared y-”

“Riru.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“…!”

At the same time he uttered such words…

“Ah- Haaah-!”

Riru’s waist jerked violently.

Dowd too, trembled as if his entire body received some shock.

Not a surprising reaction since even Riru herself could feel her soft and sticky walls quivering beneath her folds.

Her body temperature was higher than usual, but the heat radiating from her lower parts, and spread throughout her body felt especially distinct.

Every thrust from Dowd made Riru’s vaginal walls wriggle, as they softly enveloped his cock. It was a signal that she intensely felt every movement.

Once again, he thrusted, forcing his hips forward, prompting a frail moan to escape her clenched mouth.

She was…

A warrior of the Tribal Alliance.

She was someone who always wanted to seem stern, rigid, and brutal, whether towards herself or others.

But such a person…

Was now lying under Dowd’s body, her entire body twitching; Her face a mess with saliva and tears, as she bit her lips down, trying to suppress her moans.

“Euuhh, eugh…”

Unable to hold back her moans any longer, Riru reached out to grab a pillow.

She then put the pillow over her face and hugged it tightly with both arms.

At this sight, Dowd almost let out all the air in his lungs.

“Riru, show me your face.”

“No…”

“I want to see it.”

Upon hearing this, Riru hesitantly loosened her arms around the pillow.

Then, Dowd gently lowered it, revealing only her eyes.

Meeting her downcast, feverishly melted gaze, Dowd felt his climax, already at its limits, intensify.

“I… Can’t hold back… Anymore, so–”

He gasped as he continued.

“Show me… Your face. I want to see it… As I come…”

Saying this, he slightly lifted the pillow. This time, she did not resist.

Hazy air was expelled from below and a boiling liquid rose up the urethra.

Riru’s legs tightly wrapped around his waist while her arms also pulled his neck towards her.

It seemed like she was accepting Dowd with her whole body.

His upper body leaned over hers and as Riru’s lips met Dowd’s, semen vigorously poured out from the tip of his manhood, which was touching her cervix.

“Ah, euh… Euh….”

Even as their tongues intertwined stickily, Riru continued to let out shallow moans in a frail voice.

Every time his cock pulsed and ejaculated against her cervix, she could feel her womb contract.

This man loved her.

He wanted her.

Such thoughts flitted through her blurred consciousness.

That thought instantly became feedback and the satisfaction, happiness, bond, and ecstasy of all these feelings combined surged through her entire body.

Her womb, which had already been lowered as much as it could, gently enveloped his tip again. As if throwing a tantrum because it was still not enough, it further urged his ejaculation.

“D…owd… Dowd…”

She called his name in an exhausted voice, continuing to kiss him. They exchanged saliva frantically, entwining, sucking, and licking each other’s tongues. She was so sensitive that it felt as if her entire body had become an erogenous zone.

When he slightly slid down her waist, a tingling sensation like an electric shock flowed through her nerves.

“…Did it feel good, Riru?”

“Yeah, y-yeah, it was good, so goooood–”

She spoke in a languid voice, practically dripping with sweetness.

“M-More. Do it a bit more. Just pour a little more into me-”

As she begged like this, she looked at Dowd’s penis as it emerged from her pussy.

She wanted to bury her head into it and smell it.

To taste it by frantically running her tongue all over it. She wished to please him by serving it. It felt like it would be satisfying to gently caress it, making him twitch with pleasure.

She wanted him to cum on her. It was fine even if he treated her like an object, shoving his dick down her throat and letting semen pour inside.

Having it sprayed on her face was appealing too since she would feel marked as his possession.

Anything and everything was fine, so please, please, just give it to me…

She pleaded in a yearning voice, but…

“…That might be difficult.”

He answered with a wry laugh.

“W-Whyyy-? I-I feel this good, though. And I-I’m waiting like this- So hurry-”

“Riru.”

Dowd spoke while stroking her head.

“It’s morning now.”

And the dream…

Ended there.

“…”

It was morning.

She could hear the birds chirping.

But for some reason, her body felt heavy and sluggish.

…How to put it?

It felt like she had a really pleasurable, uncomfortable, and strange dream.

As she thought so, Riru tried to get up.

At least she would have if it hadn’t been for the squelching sound from her lower body.

“…”

Riru looked down at the bed with a stiff expression.

A bad premonition crept up.

“…What.”

And then…

Her face turned completely red as she slightly lifted the blanket.

It was wet.

Everything. Even the sheets.

It was all too clear what the ‘fluid’ that drenched it was.

Following that…

“W-What is this-?!”

A scream that could practically break dawn itself to cause daybreak burst out in her room.

[…]

And…

The Blue Devil attached to the ceiling watched her appearance, giggling.

[Did you enjoy it, Riru? Well, you know. Since you were so curious last night.]

“…”

[How did you like the version of Mr. Dowd I created to be ‘your ideal type’? It seemed like you liked it.]

“You, youUUU-”

[Let’s see. Surely, the fact that you said, ‘M-More. Do it a bit more. Just pour a little more into me’ is-]

“SHUT UPPPP—!”

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