A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

Chapter 192 - Love in the Air (1)

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the cabin door of the private jet closed with a soft hiss, sealing them in, as the pilot had already been directed to delay the jet and reach their destination a day later.

avendial dropped into the plush seat with a calm air, undoing the top button of his shirt with one hand.

his sharp blue eyes locked on rivia, whose purple hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid silk.

she stood frozen, her hands fidgeting as she looked at him, her sword resting on a nearby seat while she stood with her heart thumping, remembering the words he had said upon their arrival here, clearly anticipating, at the same time fearing, that she might offend him.

"take it off," he said, his voice low but firm.

"master..." her voice wavered, her amethyst eyes blinking in confusion, while she saw him putting his suit aside, now opening half of the upper button of his shirt as he lay back with his gaze fixed on her. "what are you asking—"

"i said, take your clothes off," he repeated, leaning back casually after opening his shirt, his legs spreading slightly on the seat with comfort. the commanding tone sent a jolt through her.

'haah...i-it's happening...haa', rivia hesitated, her calloused fingers trembling as they reached for the buttons of her shirt.

her body felt hot, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins as if her mind processed the reward she was going to get for her hard work over the past week, having not taken a single nap.

slowly, she unbuttoned the crisp fabric, exposing the soft, creamy skin beneath.

her shirt slid off her shoulders, revealing her full, round breasts held snugly by a thin bra.

her nipples pressed against the fabric, clearly hardened by the chill in the cabin—or maybe the intensity of his gaze, which seemed to make her feel hot.

"don't stop now," avendial said, his lips curling into a faint smirk. he had already observed her body language, clearly anticipating everything needed.

considering he had worked her relentlessly for the whole week, given she followed and tagged along with him without taking a single nap.

there's a saying: to keep someone in check, you need to provide both rewards and punishments.

this time, he intended to reward her in a way that would help her grow stronger while making her feel appreciated.

"y-yes," she bit her lip, her breathing quickening as her hands moved to unclasp her bra.

it fell away, freeing her heavy breasts, which bounced slightly as they settled—still rising and falling with her labored breaths.

she struggled to control her possessiveness and excitement, yet she restrained herself, leashing her own body to avoid suspicion.

she didn't want him to feel as if she were a psychopath, hungry for his body.

she wasn't sure why she felt so nervous, but seeing him like this made her pulse race. he had her completely under his control, willingly vulnerable to him.

her hand moved down to his shaft, wrapping around it firmly, feeling its heat against her fingers.

'm-master's... and m-my children!' her other hand slid lower, cupping his balls and gently massaging them, feeling their weight.

"hh..." he let out a low groan, his body shuddering slightly at her touch. "tighter," he muttered, his voice strained.

she obeyed, tightening her grip on his shaft, squeezing him harder while her other hand gently teased his balls.

she began stroking him, her hand sliding up and down his length.

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the slick sounds of her strokes filled the quiet cabin of the jet.

his shaft twitched, and his hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer. "faster."

she quickened her pace, her hands working in perfect rhythm—one stroking him, the other gently cupping and rolling his balls.

she could feel his body tensing, her own breasts rising and falling with every breath.

the pungent scent of his manhood filled her nostrils, and the glistening precum at the head of his cock only heightened her arousal.

the way he reacted to her touch, the way his cock twitched in her hand, spurred her on.

he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as she looked up at him, wide-eyed. "take it," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "take it in your mouth."

rivia's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly lowered her head, her hands still gripping his shaft.

she could feel the heat of him in her palms, and the moment her lips touched the tip of his swollen, red cock's head—a pungent taste with dampness that seemed slightly salty due to his sweat and, at the same time, completely different from anything she had ever tasted, assaulted her taste buds.

'master... it's ta...sty,' she hesitated for only a second before parting her lips and taking him in, her mouth hot and wet as she slowly slid her lips down the length of him.

he clearly felt the suction of her mouth as, without even caring about her breath, she gave him a deep throat in the first second, taking him fully inside her throat before retreating.

she continued doing it without caring about herself, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her movements.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice rough. "keep going."

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