Born to Seduce, Doomed to Be a Villainess
Copyright© 2026 by DrawiAfterDark
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Evelyn was just an ordinary office worker, until she woke up inside a novel as its doomed villainess, destined for a miserable ending. But why should she follow a script written for her to lose? Armed with a dangerously irresistible charm gifted by this new world, Evelyn decides to rewrite her fate the only way she knows how: by stealing the male lead right from under the heroine’s nose. No more playing the loser. No more surrendering what she wants.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Western Isekai Magic Rough Cream Pie First Oral Sex Squirting Royalty AI Generated
The news of my return alongside Crown Prince Adrian, after a series of dedicated search efforts, resounded across all four corners of the empire. The noble title of the future Crown Princess was lauded higher each day due to illustrious meritorious service. Numerous commoners rumored that my love for the Crown Prince was so immense that I would sacrifice even my life without the slightest hesitation.
- Oh ... I admire you so much, Eve. You have no idea, right now, people are all praising you as the real reborn Saintess. Guess who is the most bitter at the moment? ... Hehe, it’s that shameless bitch Clara Bell. The recent academy ranking battle was the same, she was completely defeated beneath your feet ... That final scene, I felt so utterly satisfied!
My best friend, Rosalie Ashford, was cheerfully locking arms tightly with mine as we both strolled through the academy grounds. That lovely, beautiful face of hers kept blushing continuously from excitement. She just tirelessly gushed and congratulated me non-stop for the past half hour. Enjoyably complacent I certainly was, but I felt much more embarrassed. This girl was just short of beating gongs and drums around frantically, solely to let the world know how formidable I was. After all, the number one hated Pick-me-girl bitch in her heart, Clara, had been dethroned by me to the point of a dead end.
You see, my destiny recently had been rather smooth, or more accurately, delightfully lucky. Ever since I seized the opportunity to snatch the male lead’s “first time,” the path I walked every day was as if carpeted with overflowing flowers.
Relations within high society were elevated, and so flattering gifts from all over poured in beyond count. However, most satisfying of all was still the rich life inside this Magic Academy.
Owing to reputation stemming from real actions, the more glorious I was glorified for the heroic rescue of the Crown Prince, the more pathetic the living conditions of the female lead Clara became in contrast.
She, from the peak of a promising Magic Academy student, the number one favored Saintess of the Empire, now hit rock bottom miserably with the title “The Useless One.”
Her disappointing performance in the recent close-quarters battle against the S-class mutant monster not only publicly exposed her cowardice and helplessness in the face of a true storm, but also almost imperiled the safety of Aurelian’s dawn, Crown Prince Adrian.
Initially, I also felt quite sympathetic toward that miserable fate. She was, after all, just fresh off the boat, having transmigrated here from a peaceful modern world. Facing that deadly, terrifying creature without wetting her pants was already an effort in itself. It’s just that this bitch belonged to the type of person who refused to accept her place.
Her confidence from knowing the plotline inside out, yet being swept far off course by unexpected developments, left her completely unaccepting of defeat. I knew that after the landslide occurred, Clara had also frantically searched for Adrian’s whereabouts.
She must have still thought that because she was the female lead, no matter how obnoxious her actions were, the plotline could still revert to the prearranged milestone. Thus, upon witnessing the scene of Adrian and me affectionately riding horses together back into the capital, those clear, light blue eyes of hers almost popped right out.
Subsequent developments were even more pathetic. To try to salvage her almighty Saintess image, Clara and her supporters from the female lead’s faction in the academy spread rumors everywhere explaining the incident in Blackthorn Forest.
The general idea was that on that day, because she suddenly fell gravely ill, her power was affected, so the Crown Prince, out of worry for the one in his heart, rushed forward to take the blow for her. Taking the opportunity to weave stories about love masked as righteousness, those thick-skinned girls also promptly smeared me as an opportunist who possessed not a shred of talent, only knowing how to stalk from behind, intent on stealing others’ merits for myself.
Well, that last part seemed about right. Precisely speaking, I kicked the female lead aside at the very first milestone, successfully seducing the male lead in the nick of time. But as for the part above, “untalented and useless”? Hehe, after today, I made all those treacherous folks shut their mouths instantly.
During the match between the top students to determine the final rankings, Clara grandly stepped up to demand a duel with me, someone who previously was only prominent for perfect theory scores. But, female lead, you seem to have underestimated your opponent far too much, haven’t you? That White Tiger you always so confidently summoned in every life-or-death battle, it really ... really was entering the divine beast’s “heat cycle.” How did I know? Oh dear, it was only natural for the female lead’s faction to be surprised. With just a few whispered chanting words leading the way from hell, in a flash, before Clara’s stiff, utterly bewildered face, I only needed to snap my fingers, and that “pure” beast frantically whipped around to “attack” its own summoner in the most ... embarrassing way possible. I will not describe it in detail here, after all, that was the most bury-worthy incident in her entire life. - You really are a little succubus who knows how to make others go crazy ... Eve, who else in this world would dare to offend you?
- It’s you, Adrian, this naughty hand of yours, do you perhaps not need it anymore?
The scorching atmosphere gradually seeped into the Crown Prince’s bedroom, shortly after I stepped inside under the guise of a sick visit. Adrian, a man growing increasingly shameless by the day, with injuries still requiring recuperation from last time, refused to stay put and instead openly pulled me down close onto the bed, taking the opportunity to fondle the plump breasts behind this corset to satisfy his longing.
- Not at all, I am the one in need of care. My sweet Eve, can you not soothe this miserable heart and body?
After that debauched lovemaking session in the cave, the prince seemed to have wholly surrendered the most delicate, sappy corners of his heart to me. He did not hesitate in the slightest to express the thoughts and desires in his heart, so intensely that I thought the Adrian of before and now were two completely different people.
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