Chapter 3

“There are meds and a syringe… in the study drawer, go get them…” Damien’s voice was broken and unsteady, desperately trying to hide the markings and scales gradually appearing on his body.

I looked at the man, enduring to his limit, his lip bitten so hard it bled, sweat-soaked shirt clinging to him, outlining those pulse-quickening abs…

Suddenly, I changed my mind.

Three years of sleeping alone-maybe my appetite isn’t as insatiable as an Incubus’s.

But I’m still a normal person.

Even though the very first clause of our marriage contract was written by my own hand:

No feelings, only money. Absolutely no taking advantage.

But I’m the vicious supporting female with questionable morals, why bother with honor…

Once I figured it out, I gently patted the man’s face and whispered, “Damien, remember to be gentle.”

“Don’t touch me, dirty…” Damien trembled all over from my touch, but still clung to the last shred of self-control.

“But I want to…”

I slipped off my bathrobe, wiped the blood from my lips with my fingertip, and rose on tiptoe to kiss him.

Bullet comments:

[What’s going on, the villainess is actually taking the lead.]

[That bloody lip wipe? I’m DECEASED. Villain Couple supremacy!?]

[Love mixed with hate, damn. From hate, love is born-this is divine!]

[My heart’s pounding, my hands are shaking, are our villain couple finally going to hate-fuck?!]

The moment our lips touched, Damien instantly reversed the roles, his broad, hot palm locking the back of my head in place.

The air in my lungs was forcibly stolen away. My legs went weak.

At some point, a thick black “rope” coiled around my waist.

It was wound so tight it hurt a little, and I couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, trying to push it aside.

“I’m sorry, don’t… don’t look…” Damien snapped out of his trance, pupils constricting sharply, scrambling to hide the tail that had emerged from arousal.

Before I could react, he’d already bolted for the door in a panic.

Soon, the sound of frantic rummaging through drawers came from the study next door, the air filling with an indescribable medicinal scent.

I leaned against the wardrobe, gulping down fresh air, watching the bullet comments scroll by:

[Damien, you coward, get your ass back here! I’ve already got my pants off, why are you running away?]

[Enough, am I the only one who feels sorry for the second male lead? Because of his Incubus identity he’s been bullied and humiliated since childhood, he married his white moonlight with so much hope, but she finds him disgusting too, how could he not be insecure.]

[Villainess, oh my little ancestor, do you really have to dislike the second male lead’s real form at a time like this? He’s about to break.]

No, you’re blaming me.

I really just wanted him to loosen up a little…