The Villains Need to Save the World?

The Manasvir Empire’s capital, Macnadix City’s imperial city, within the imperial palace hall, the Netherworld Creator God was no longer his usual confident self. Things had gotten out of his control. He had originally planned for his subordinate demonic beings to kill the Kristoff Empire’s emissaries, then impersonate them to replace the western warlord, Prince Bilberg’s son, to take control of the western warlord’s army.

Unexpectedly, before the swap could happen, a large number of Abyss Demonic Beings had inexplicably appeared in the west, as well as one of the Abyss Creators, Insect Empress Vicky Hill. The Abyss Creator and the Abyss Demonic Beings had a strong relationship with the World Destructor Demon Gods and Evil Gods. Even though there was no way to confirm whether the World Destructors had intervened, it was only a matter of time before they did if the Abyss Demonic Beings appeared.

“You called for me, master?”

“Yes, Samuel. Our plan is going forward. The finals will continue, but you need to arrange for someone to infiltrate the eastern district’s Christian Hotel. Those Olsylvia Academy’s girls are all huddled up there while the boys are scattered. They can be dealt with one by one, but the girls are a problem.”

“Master, Christian Hotel seems to be controlled by other dark forces. The air is too chaotic. We have been scouting which camp that dark force belongs to. The other side’s high-level demons have destroyed the scouting demons that we had sent for investigation.”

“There’s no time left. If it’s impossible, attack them by force. If you can’t control them, then kill them all. We don’t have time. Those Abyss Demonic Beings in the western region have already made a big push. It’s not the time for us to allow them to attack the city as they please.”

A huge black demon appeared in front of the Netherworld Creator God. It was Samuel, one of the six demon generals under the Netherworld Creator God. It appeared here in the imperial palace after receiving the Netherworld Creator God’s summons. The appearance of the Abyss Demonic Beings had already disrupted the Netherworld Creator God’s entire plan. Prince Bilberg’s retreat was not what he desired.

While the Netherworld Creator God was busy rearranging his plan, the western region of the imperial Macnadix City had been conquered by the Abyss Demonic Beings. Under the cover of the night, the Abyss Demonic Beings silently occupied the city walls and forced all the royal guards back to the city.

Vicky Hill, one of the Abyss Creators, was commanding the three major groups of the Abyss Insect Race, the Abyss Mechanical Demons, and the Abyss Skeletal Race, and launched a suppression operation in the outer region of the imperial capital, Macnadix City. The mutated demons created by the Darkness Creator God and the Netherworld Creator God were gradually devoured and replaced by the Abyss Demonic Beings.

The mutated demons had already killed the inhabitants outside the city. Nobody was fortunate enough to witness this bloody duel. Demons did not fear death, much less running out of fear. So, internal fights between demons were usually exceptionally bloody as both sides fought, intending to tear their opponents to shreds completely. It was normal to see blood and flesh flying all over the place.

The mutated demons had operated here for more than a decade as their roots were settled in so deep that they wouldn’t be cleared up so quickly. However, relying on their absolute superiority in numbers and the joint action between the three Abyss Demonic armies, the Abyss Demonic Beings could fight the mutated beings back to the point where they could hardly even put up a struggle. Since the start of this war, half of the many lairs controlled by the mutated demons had already been infiltrated and annihilated by the Abyss Demonic Beings.

It didn’t matter what camp those demons were in; their lairs were equivalent to barracks and production bases. Thus, the side whose lair was destroyed first was the loser. Not only was the outside of the city covered in the flames of war, but even things were also getting stirred up within the city. Bella’s subordinates didn’t dally. They had already assembled a large number of troops at the Christian Hotel. Once Bella gave the order, they would attack the imperial palace directly.

In the skies above the Christian Hotel in the eastern district of Macnadix City, airships after airships were being sent over from the magical teleportation array with their flags intentionally erased. These airship fleets were affiliated with Bella, coming from the Sarnia Duchy and Angelos Duchy. Both the Grim Airship Fleet and the Loki Fleet were here. After erasing their flags, they now belonged to the stateless free legion, just like the mercenaries.

The relationship between both sides had already reached a tense point. Bella, who was behind the scenes, came out from the secret meeting room where she invited fifteen of the top twenty students to attend. Other than the “pseudo-loli” Charlotte, “pseudo-shota” Demir, and Priest Isaman, the rest of the girls were all basically from the Rose Society, so it was easy to gather them.

Considering that great changes were about to arise in the imperial city, Bella and her little sister Lisha and “girlfriend” Princess Kriss, the Black Warriors, had already made agreements not to fight seriously. In other words, they’re going to fake the matches. To save their strength for unexpected situations, Lisha and the others agreed to Bella’s suggestion. It would take Bella too much energy to defeat them one by one for real.

Bella didn’t make this secret pact with Isaman because the bet between her and Isaman was still on. She couldn’t make a promise to fake the match with her; otherwise, Isaman could very well use that promise to break free from Bella’s bet of being made her slave. As for the Wronged Angels Society’s president, “pseudo-loli” Charlotte and vice president “pseudo-shota” Demir had already been contacted in secret by Bella before the secret meeting, as both of them had already stated that they were only participating for fun. They didn’t expect to advance to the finals, so they wouldn’t go hard during it either.

For the finals, she just had to beat Priest Isaman. Now, the pressure was reduced a lot for Bella. If she were to fight all six Black Warriors within such a short time frame, then that would take too much out of her. It wasn’t worth it. Moreover, most of them were sparring between themselves, so there was no need to be so serious. After the meeting, Bella, who was in a good mood, hummed a tune as she returned to her secret room to continue the “happy business” she had left unfinished before.

Kriss and the others didn’t follow. Bella had always been very open with these Black Warriors at the dorm. After getting out of the school gates, they became very shy when they arrived at a hotel outside. Now that so many beautiful girls surrounded Bella, they had all turned into coy gentlewomen instead. There was such a strong contrast that Bella couldn’t get used to it for a moment. However, this was nice too. At least, it gave Bella the chance to bully other pretty girls aside from Kriss and the Black Warriors.

By the time she returned to the secret room, Dragon Knight Martha was already dripping wet from Maschuter and Louise’s licking, leaving clear traces of strange wet stains on the floor. Martha was blushing to her ears as it was clear that her breathing had gone rough. But unexpectedly, the two little perverts, Maschuter and Louise, wouldn’t stop even after all that sweet honey had been licked off her body. Like demons, they kept on licking Martha’s body as if she were an absolute delicacy.

With this amount of licking, it didn’t matter how aloof a pretty girl was; they still won’t be able to handle it. After Bella walked in and came in front of Martha, bringing up her rounded chin indulgently, she admired the wonderful expression on the pretty face of this dragon knight. Martha tried to look away from Bella’s aggressive and domineering gaze, but unfortunately, she couldn’t move and could only allow the demoness Bella to play with her body as she pleased.

“Look me in the eye, Martha. Don’t worry. I don’t know hypnosis magic. Even if I did, I wouldn’t use it on you.”

“Meanie, let me go! It feels so weird when I’m all wet. No, it feels gross!”

“Stop lying, Martha. You’re already feeling it, yet you say it’s gross? Even though here you’re clearly…”

“Who… Who’s feeling it! Don’t talk nonsense. I’m serious. Ah, stop! Don’t do that!”

Martha tried to argue, feeling a little guilty. However, that didn’t stop the stubborn Bella at all. She untied the thin purple rope around Martha and had Louise and Maschuter help press her down onto the large bed. Both Martha’s hands were held to her left and right by Maschuter while her legs were pried apart and held down by Louise. She couldn’t get up at all as she was pressed against the white sheets.

Bella stripped the thin material off of her own body and straddled Martha. One hand each, she squeezed the plump mounds in front of her chest and began kneading them. Martha’s body had long become very sensitive, so being kneaded in this way had completely broken her will to resist. Bella grinned and leaned down to take turns sucking on those two attractive “grapes” in front of her chest. Martha had submitted and gave up on even thinking, falling into this strange “game” with Bella and the other girls.

Louise and Maschuter, who were originally in charge of holding Martha down, were not “spared” either. After bullying Martha to the point where she had gone soft, she pushed the two of them down and continued their fun moment. After a round of that, Bella watched the beautiful bodies on the bed in satisfaction. It would be nice if the northern warlord, Prince Ernest, had a daughter too. If he did, she could drag her over as well, then Bella could do all four of the warlords’ daughters at once on this bed. Such a record was enough for her to boast about for some time.

With a crisp click, Bella put an intricate black collar around Dragon Knight Martha’s neck. Martha lifted her tired eyes and looked at Bella with her blushing face. She could guess what it meant for Bella to put that thing on her. After all, Louise and Maschuter were also wearing those strange collars.

“Bella, you naughty. Take it off. I don’t want to wear it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want it, Martha? Your heartbeat is speeding up. Stop lying to yourself and come, call me Mistress!”

“No… I don’t… I… Master, please stop bullying me.”

After being driven back to the wall by Bella, Martha finally put her arrogance away and called her Mistress obediently. Bella began drowning her in kisses. Under Bella’s bombardment, the already charming Martha let out even more alluring noises. Bella kissed through Martha’s body three times before she was satisfied. Together with the other two beauties, she carried Martha to a bathtub filled with milk and allowed them to soak in the white liquid, which would become even more delicious later.

After a round of bullying, Martha and the others had already gotten used to these things. They didn’t need any deliberate teasing from Bella as they had already begun cuddling and caressing each other’s delicate bodies in the narrow tub. The tub was designed for this sort of caressing in mind. Even if only two girls were in there, their delicate skin would inevitably come into contact. Three would make the tub even more crowded. Looking at the beautiful girls licking each other’s bodies in the tub, Bella felt a great sense of accomplishment. She went to a wardrobe in the secret room and opened the door, carrying out Empress Manya Felan, who had been enjoying the show from the inside.

Bella had done this on purpose. She placed Manya Felan in here before the other girls came in so that she could watch her being intimate with the beauties that she and the other empresses knew. Manya Felan’s hands and feet were tied behind her back with red rope while the sensitive points in front of her chest were placed against the wardrobe door, which felt very strange to her.

“So, Manya Felan. Are you still going to insist that you’re not bent? Look how wet it is down here… It’s even wetter than the bed!”

“Bella, you… You’re despicable! I… That’s…”

“Stop trying to argue, Manya Felan. I was the one who carried you to the bathroom, so those stains definitely aren’t…”

“Stop it, Bella. Please.”

Empress Manya Felan’s lie was torn apart by Bella before she could even say it, making her feel so ashamed of herself that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide. That demoness Bella was definitely a veteran in her past life. She knew so many strange plays, and she was even proficient in those plays that you would only see in certain adult works. Empress Manya Felan had been bound with red ropes. Bella and Noesha shared the responsibility of feeding and bathing her. These two were both super dirty girls and won’t let her go so easily, bullying her to the point where Manya Felan didn’t even have the energy to throw a temper anymore.

Pleased with the situation, Bella picked up Manya Felan and carried her over to the sofa like a doll and sat down. She then began caressing her dainty body very naturally. Based on the crime of disrespecting royalty, Bella’s current behavior would long have led her to be beheaded a hundred times over, but Bella was both a Demon King and a Demon God. Such human rules did not affect her at all.

While enjoying Manya Felan’s beautiful body, Bella chatted with her, but Manya Felan took it as sort of an “interrogation”. She could only answer all of Bella’s questions honestly. After all, her body was completely under Bella’s control now, and she had also touched all of her sensitive points. If she lied, then she would be teased until her entire body grew limp.

Unsurprisingly to Bella, based on Empress Manya Felan’s explanations, the warlord of the north, Princes Ernest, had a daughter as well. But the princess was currently studying in the northern Nation of the Knights, Octavia Empire, and hadn’t managed to hurry back. Otherwise, Bella would have been able to get a “quadra-kill”. At Bella’s request, Manya Felan wrote a “rebellion edict” in the Empress’ name in which she identified the current Emperor Manas the Eighteenth as an impostor.

If Bella had this in her possession, she would have a more convincing reason to send troops than the other four cardinal warlords as she was the chosen “Demon Crusader General” of the Empress, which had put her in a better spot than the average rebel. Tensions were high in the imperial city of Macnadix right now, so Bella had to make the necessary preparations in advance.

“There is nothing more I can give you, Bella. Once this is all settled, could you allow me to…”

“Hold it! I’ll take responsibility for you, Manya Felan. We already have such a relationship together. Stay here in the future, by my side, and become my personal empress! If you do not object within a day, then our agreement will be considered established!”

Bella blocked up Manya Felan’s mouth cunningly with a red ball gag, making it so the Empress could only look at her with a bashful expression and not say anything. This was one of Bella’s classic methods of “sealing” up her opponents’ ability to speak after asking a question so that they could only concede to her strange requests.

As Bella was about to continue “tasting” Manya Felan, a few knocks sounded on the door. Bella put on her black pajamas reluctantly and opened the door. To come knocking at this hour, seriously! People need to rest!

Bella was surprised when she opened the door. Her visitor was Priest Isaman. She had no idea why but Priest Isaman wasn’t dressed conservatively in her zero fan-service priest attire. Instead, she was wearing a see-through purple dress designed in a sexy and open style. Since that thin purple mesh was no different from being transparent, Bella could see the underwear underneath Isaman’s clothes through the faint light.

Priest Isaman was exceptionally gutsy tonight. Even the underwear inside hardly covered anything. It was a purple gothic style lace lingerie with stockings and a garter belt. And, with the open lace designs, nobody would believe you even if you said it wasn’t erotic lingerie. What’s more, Bella had no idea whether it was intentional or not, but Isaman didn’t take off the gold cross necklace she always wore on her that symbolized the sacred status of a priest. The clothes she wore didn’t match her usual style at all, and the contrast made Bella feel very excited inside.

“Isaman, are you purposely dressed like that for a date? If it’s not with me, then I’m going to be upset!”

“Stop running your eyes, Bella. Who says I’m going on a date? I came to talk business. I asked Kriss, and she said it would be more appropriate to negotiate with you if I were dressed like this, so don’t make any wild guesses. I’m not interested in dressing this way!”

“Really? Isaman, you’ve dressed up with a lot of care. Your get-up doesn’t look casual at all.”

“That… Bella, can we change the topic? I came to talk to you about our previous arrangement. We can leave the rest for…”