Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Alice didn't reply, her blue sword slicing along her right index fingertip before she began to write something on her left palm, biting her lips as she winced.

"You're going to make a bloodline oath?" Amon asked, his eyes narrowing as he began to analyse her actions, the removal of her martial weapon and the pattern she began to draw on her palm in blood.

"I will do anything for you to trust me."

"Trust isn't something easy to retain once lost..."

"Then I will make it so I can never betray you and use my life to regain it!"

"..."

'Different...'

'Interesting...'

Amon's mind was filled with many thoughts as he used his brain and cultivation technique to the limit, browsing through his memories, those with details on this ceremony and those without, desperate to find a flaw.

He wanted to prove it was all smoke, a mirror; deep inside his heart, the moment of being stabbed still replayed repeatedly.

The very sword that killed him was now in front of him, causing his skin to crawl; goosebumps filled his skin as his heart began to race.

Drip~

Her crimson blood oozed onto his desk as she began to slice the left finger and copy the same pattern.

'No, this is different... this isn't a bloodline pact!?'

A vague memory was in the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't quite reach even when reaching behind his back, and there was no back scratcher close by.

'What is this...'

Both her hands were filled with a bloody pattern; one symbolised the bloodline oath he remembered, but the second one...

It was a different shape; its figure was not that of a bird...

He looked intently as if a spark of inspiration filled his mind when he realised what that marking was!

It was a dragon!

Suddenly the world changed; his eyes were filled with a vast expanse of clouds; below their feet was blue water, a vast ocean.

However, they did not sink inside.

Amon's ears heard a bell jingling, the thick clouds blocking his vision slowly clearing with each jingle.

A woman...

She was dancing inside the misty clouds, her body wearing a beautiful old-fashioned blue robe, a silk streamer dancing with her.

Slowly a melody was being chanted, instead sang to him, noticing that the woman's blue eyes and glossy blue hair swaying in the air were focused only on him.

Alice was singing; her hands were glowing with a brilliant blue and crimson red as suddenly the blue sky became a start night, with the moon and countless dazzling stars overhead.

In the realm of sacred vows, under moonlit skies.

Where stars align and destinies intertwine, Alice, with her soft smile and heart ablaze, Stepped forth to embrace the Pact of Devotion's ties.

A strange woman was speaking above them; it was not Alice but an old voice, ancient yet familiar to Amon.

'Isn't this her great-grandmother?'

"By this ancient rite, bound in eternal bond, Her spirit entwines with Amon, ever strong; through life's turbulent waves, they shall ride, United in love, forever side by side."

"Her words, a melody, resonate deep within, A pledge of devotion, her soul's truest hymn."

"Young Amon, please listen to her heartfelt desire and plea; listen to this old lady's wishes this time."

The voice suddenly faded as the world returned to the beautiful night sky, with the ocean now dancing around the body of Alice, her lips trembling as if nervous. Streams of water sprang into the air like tendrils obeying her command.

To you, my cherished Amon, I offer my all,

In this pact of devotion, my love shall never fall.

Round and round, her body danced, the twirling streams enveloping her body as she fixed her gaze upon his face.

In your triumphs and trials, I vow to be there,

To shield you from darkness, my unwavering care,

With every breath, your burdens I shall share,

For you are my heartbeat, the answer to my prayer.

Her nervous eyes and trembling lips, all her naked self for him to see.

The vast waves slowly enveloped her body.

They danced and waned, making her beautiful bodies a spectacle to see.

Though our paths may diverge, my trust shall endure,

As I strive to regain the faith I once ensured,

Together we shall forge a future bright and grand,

Through trials, we'll triumph, hand in hand.

In this oath, I embrace vulnerability's embrace,

To earn your trust again, my heart shall retrace,

For our love, a tapestry woven with grace,

A dance of souls entwined, our destinies interlaced.

Amon's heart quivered, racing with each step she took, the image of his most beloved woman performing this intimate and stupid dance over countless lifetimes.

Her soft cherries and blue garden all peeked from the wet dress, as it felt like she seduced his heart and minded again.

But should the fates decree a tragic divide,

If you depart, my beloved, to realms untied,

Know that my essence will cease, my spirit subsides,

For in this act of devotion, our souls are forever tied.

As the dance of oath slowly climaxed, the once-distance Alice was not close enough to touch, her body shivering from the cold, the white robes now floating behind as she gave him her everything.

Two strings tied to their fingers, one red, one black.

However, she cut the black so it no longer tied to him, cutting off their connection of death.

Should he die, Alice would too.

If Alice dies, he will live on with her power.

Amon couldn't deny that his heart was moved; the feelings and the meaning of this oath were now finally clear.

Her eyes never wavered as she fell to her knees, holding his hand gently as she kissed the black marking that started to form.

Alice kissed the black dragon's mark, and a strange aura exploded from her body, wrapping her like chains as she sands the final part of the oath.

Thus, under moonlit heavens, I make this plea,

May this oath of love echo eternally,

As we embark on a journey uncharted and vast,

With our souls bound together, forever we shall last."

Amon watched as her eyes began to flicker, the world slowly becoming a reality again, yet the marking on their hands remained.

"Haa....Ha... ugh..."

He watched as she knelt at his legs, her face pale, almost vomiting as she looked up towards him, almost seeming to plead for her life.

"Alice..."

"Mmm..."

"Why are you such an idiot?"

His hands wrapped around her cheeks, a less hostile face, although he could not forgive her entirety. He decided to ACCEPT her entirety, slowly working through those memories, what was the faithful Alice and not over time together.

Amon felt frustrated; he hated things like this...

'Now she cannot betray me; if I die, she dies... if she dies, I am fine... The oath of devotion. A stupid and old forbidden oath...'

"Why?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I hate troublesome things; I want you to trust me... to see me here now! Not the woman that betrayed you, killed you, the woman forced to love you... but me..."

"The me that chose to sleep with you even when Tia said I would die!"

'That happened!? Tia!'

[Well, I can't help it... I am not a natural system... Who wants to see their ideal man sleep with the woman that hurt him... If it was the Alice of those worlds, this was enough to keep her from doing anything...]

'...'

Amon looked at the beautiful woman with ocean blue hair and eyes looking up at him like a drowned puppy.

"What do you want?"

"Mmmm?"

"Alice, tell me what you want. I am not a mind reader; you have just done this like a fool when you don't know me."

"I will kill people in the future."

"Don't care... I will be your knife!"

"I will sleep with many women; even your mother is a target."

"Then sleep with them; I will wait for your return!"

"I have someone else I want to prioritise."

"I will wait until she sleeps."

"You are too weak."

"I will become strong!"

"I like to have rough sex."

"Then use me anyway you like!"

"..."

"!!!"

Amon felt annoyed; this woman had a strange mental circuit like Ming Xue. If it were the cold, ice beauty, he had plenty of plans and ideas...

Yet this cute... honest, and open girl...

'I won't fall for you... Prove yourself... '

His arms pulled apart her soaking wet shirt, revealing her large mounds pressed against his knee's with her arms, as she let out a slight gasp, his black flames sliding along her fair skin, drying her off.

'Stupid... why not do it at home...'

"Argh! You win...!" Amon said with a frustrated voice as he began to take off his shirt before lifting Alice, who looked a little stunned; at first, she thought he wanted to sleep with her then and there, as he took off her shirt and stared at her breasts.

But...

He gently wrapped her in his shirt; the feelings of a thousand years were blocked out completely using his cultivation technique; as a stabbing pain appeared in his mind, Amon looked at the woman he had met in this life alone.

The actions she had taken in this life.

"I look forward to the day you earn my trust, Alice."

"Hehe~"

Amon let her bury her face into his chest, her cold body shuddering as his gentle flames warmed her slowly.

'Things might be more fun if I don't let those memories completely control my thoughts...'

'Since they get their memories back, wouldn't it be fun to fuck them, then punish them? Otherwise, they don't know their crimes... haha haha!'

'Interesting... Alice... you will be the one to betray them all.'

"Stay at my house tonight Alice." He whispered as he looked outside the window as the sun began to set.

"Nn... I will."

Her face turned red with a hint of delight as her basic emotions were transferred into his mind.

Like colours, each represents her feelings, currently pink and orange.

'I was too caught up in the memories... Almost forgetting who "I" am... Those memories are not current to me... just old, inferior instances... I am the only Amon needed from now on.'

Amon watched the soft face of Alice as she looked at him; stepping on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek gently, seeming too shy for his lips, before pulling back and walking towards the door with a strange reaction.

"Strange... It's not like we haven't done more..."

[That's because she is now the Alice Murdock of this world ONLY, all other instances of her were severed when she made that oath to you.]

He leaned back, the black chair creaking as the sun slowly began to set.

'Tia, there are some people I need to kill before the story starts. Will it affect the world or the path that I will take?'

[If I said it would, that wouldn't stop you, right?]

'No, I would just carve another path, no matter what it takes.'

[Oho~ you sound a little different, more confident and less wishy-washy]

'Obviously, because I am AMON WINCHESTER'

In the dark office, he began to type a message, the receiver labelled.

"My cute cat"