Life Of A Nobody - as a Villain

324  Make me proud, my dear Kevin

In the dimly lit locked room at the second floor of the castle, the pleas of a girl echoed through the walls as she pleaded for mercy.

"You…what're you doing? S.. Stop it. Please." Levi begged, her voice laced with surprise and shock as she looked at the boy in front of him who seemed to not hear her pleas at all.

"Please, it's me. Levi, your friend." She said, struggling as the man tried to force herself on him.

Tears streamed down her eyes looking at the once-familiar face of her master twisted into an unfamiliar, predatory expression that she never thought possible.

The man, once gentle, now acted like a beast, tearing at her clothes with ferocity. His body pressed over hers, as she screamed and squirmed in vein struggles. While his hot, calloused hands roamed mercilessly on her skin, leaving her heart pounding in terror.

"Control yourself! Let me go!" she cried, struggling in vain against the overpowering force that held her down. Each touch burned like fire, and her pleas were met with a cold, unresponsive gaze from the man she thought she knew.

His mouth constantly tried to close in on her, to mark her, to taste her, eat her, yet was blocked every time as she raised both her arms in hope to keep him away.

She felt her heart jolt in a shock as one of his hands made its way through her clothes and groped her chest ruthlessly, causing her to wince in pain.

One of his hands had grabbed her neck and was slowly choking her, while the other constantly moved between both her mounds, pressing them hard, molding them in a shape his fists moved. His actions were far from the gentle personality she was accustomed to, leaving her bewildered and broken.

And it hurt.

"Why are you doing this,... Please.. Stop it." She begged again in between her sobs, her breath getting heavy and body exhausted as he grabbed her shoulder and turned her over. Sitting on her back before she could move and slip away from the bed, his nails dug deep into her skin when he tried to get her free from those bounds of clothes.

"Arghh.. please God no, don't do it." She pleaded in her broken voice and teary tone hoping for a stop to all this madness.

When Kevin had called her to this room alone, she never thought this is what it would lead to.

She knew he liked her, and wanted her, she could see it in his gaze when he looked at her. When he'd sneak a few glances when she walked ahead, or touch her slowly when she tried to help him dress or get ready.

And every time he'd blush hard and become embarrassed over those simple gestures. She thought he'd fall for her, even propose to her, but never did she think that this gentle boy whom she thought she had wrapped around her finger, would actually turn out to be a beast who'd want to ravage her at first opportunity he found.

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"Please _ don't…" She muttered, losing strength in her body and feeling limp. The dark room felt oppressive, and hope dwindled with each passing moment.

But just then a voice sounded in her ears, breaking her chain of thoughts looking for a compromise and igniting her spirit again.

"Leave her alone."

Levi's eyes fluttered open, and hope flickered as a figure materialized in front of her walking through the solid door. His form was shining bright and ethereal to eyes, looking just like a holy spirit of light.

For a second she even had an illusion like she was staring at an angel or a God. Until the light disappeared and the ethereal form started taking physical form of a young man.

It was someone she knew, not particularly, but someone she saw in the academy and on her social network - the first ranker, and the femboy pervert, Leon Heartwell.

Looking at the timely rescue before Kevin could rip her clothes from the back and ruin her chastity, Levi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Help…" She wanted to ask for help as Kevin was still sitting over her thighs, when she felt some movement on her back, and the weight automatically disappeared.

 Kevin, who was like a blind horny beast all this time seemed to have finally come back to his senses at this moment. Confusion and disorientation clouded his expression.

Seeing someone pressed below him battered and bruised, he gave it no thought and moved his body to the side on instinct.

Getting off the bed he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and frowned. He held his head, as he tried to recollect his memories, while suppressing the worst hangover-like headache he was feeling.

"Wh… what happened? Where am I?!!!" He muttered to himself as he failed to remember anything about how he got here or what he was doing.

The last thing he knew was drinking a glass of wine in the hallway by the stairs, but what's next? It was all so blurry to him, like shadows moving in a dense fog. He could see it here and there, but couldn't make sense of anything.

How did he end up here? Did he get drunk, or did someone drug him? And who was this girl? Was he about to … ?

As his thoughts reached to that point he himself shook his head in disbelief, he would never do such a thing.

But then looking at the crying girl huddled into a ball, with her head held between her knees as she kept sobbing and shaking, it was clear. He did do her wrong. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He looked at his hands and then at the girl's torn clothes and felt ashamed of himself.

Why? Why would he do that? What happened to him? Couldn't he control himself? Shame on him. ..

Anger, guilt, shame gripped his heart as the headache he felt intensified even more.

Yet all these emotions and questions had to be pushed aside as a new feeling rose in his heart and took over everything when he heard the sound of footsteps rushing outside.

'My clothes _ the party..' It took a moment for him to look out the window and realize he was still at the academy.

'I can't get caught?' He thought as he realized what kind of hell level scenario he was stuck in. Panic scared his soul as he imagined the repercussions of his actions.

"Umm … hello." He said with much hesitation, as he raised his hand to touch the girl, to see if he could somehow get out of this situation, but before his hands touched her, someone grabbed his wrist and punched him in the face.

Only now did the pain make him realize that the ethereal ghost he considered nothing but his hallucination, had become a living person who could punch him.

Leon, who saw this rapist still trying to get his dirty hands on that pitiful girl clenched his fist and stopped him.

"Keep your dirty hands off her." He said righteously. Giving another glance at the crying girl who after hearing the commotion moved back further, and grabbed whatever her hands could find to cover her exposed body.

Kevin looked at the cornered girl on bed, her black mascara mixed with lines of tears staining her face, with surprise and shock. His guilt increased by another degree as he recognized her.

'Levi…'

His words stopped in his throat. Leaving him with a wide mouth but no voice.

He could literally hear the sound of his heart breaking as he looked at her and then realized what he tried to do with her.

But it all needed to be pushed aside as someone started banging the door of their room. Kevin looked at Levi who was still shaking in fear, while Leon, who ignored him and moved towards the bed to help her.

With the urgency of the situation pressing in, Kevin grappled with the need to address the impending threat.

'I need to handle this.' He thought, while flipping through his storage ring in a hurry trying to find something that could help him. Until his eyes finally found the one thing he was looking for.

[Momento Matrix] - An old book with an hourglass pattern on the cover. When looking at it closely one can always have the illusion that the sand was falling down slowly.

[Slave's Silence] - A small iron chain used to ensure a slave's obedience.

Grabbing the two artifacts he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the duo. Cutting his hand with a blade he pressed it onto the cover and breathed a sigh of relief.

'I did it.' He thought with a small smile on his lips.

Just outside the door,

[The idiot took the bait, host.]

[Congratulations on avoiding another future trap flag.]

'Just show me a nice show, my dear brother. Make me proud.' Rio said with a cruel smile in his mind. Getting ready to break down this door and lift the cover from the stage he prepared.

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