Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!

After waking up, Irina was shocked and suddenly started rushing about, saying she needed to be at the church soon! However, all this made Lucifer\'s lust rise as her little ass jiggled with her movements...

Thus she was dragged into the bathroom and made to sing a thousand tales of a pistil and mortar.

"Ahhh~ I need to run... Master! Why are you so naughty..!" Irina pouted as they left the inn, her legs seeming to clench together despite trying to rush away.

"Hahaha, sorry, you are just too cute!"

"It\'s not, hahaha! Now I must meet the Bishop and Hero party filled with your sperm!"

Lucifer\'s eyes flashed with a desire to tease her more—leaning forward after checking there was no one around, he kissed her soft cheek, "Then let it all out, enjoy the feeling of your womb being filled with so many loads of my seed, while that virgin cries to you all day."

"!!!"

"You are so obscene; I\'m telling the mistress!" Irina pouted before skipping away, a slight trickle seeping down her leg as she stopped, now walking funny.

Immediately after she vanished, two hands wrapped around his chest, pulling him back against a soft, voluptuous chest before two delicate fangs sank into his neck, sucking on him gently like an expensive wine.

"Good morning, my cute wife. Did you enjoy watching after beating that elf?"

Gwen didn\'t answer. Instead, her fangs began to sink deeper, sucking harder to hide her embarrassment at being caught and sniffing his scent like a dog.

"Pah!"

"So delicious~ my breakfast is the best!" Gwen cheered, hooking Lucifer\'s right arm, her eyes narrowed into happy slits while dragging him towards their date location for the day.

\'I asked Bernard to make some daggers for me and create a better spear, while my cute Gwen wanted a thick gauntlet for her right hand to punch things.\'

Lucifer didn\'t mind his slightly aggressive wife, even the hand digging into his flesh when he looked at the perky ass of the passing dwarf or the tits of the lizard woman.

\'Hey, they don\'t wear clothes, so they just flop around... kinda erotic.\'

Together the pair roamed the town, slowly making their way to the blacksmith, and noticed that another person happened to be there.

The Hero.

Gwendolyn didn\'t mind. She knew the truth and saw him seeing the poor boy\'s first love and crush. So what if he rejected her in the game, was her thought process.

If asked why she would reply, \'Have you seen the fucking stud in my arms? He would die for me instead of spouting about justice or getting revenge. He would die—block the attack that would have killed me. Without a single question!\'

\'Who needs justice when I have him?\'

Of course, they also need to know that anyone who tried to harm him would be killed without mercy.

Lucifer didn\'t notice the boy at first—he wasn\'t tall, muscular or particularly amazing, mostly because he hadn\'t started his journey officially, but also because he didn\'t work out and relied on his power as the Hero.

\'It seems he\'s looking to get a new sword, haha, the same old lame eastern blades that all reincarnated losers want.\'

"Look, Gwen," He whispered, moving closer to his wife\'s ear, "the old man is ignoring him. Shall we go and make him angry by getting our orders?"

"Fufu~ go have fun."

As always, today was a pseudo date with Gwen.

So he didn\'t want to cause trouble if she just wanted to kill things in the forest and have a picnic later, so he asked first. As each day went on, his gentle wife became more violent and vicious.

Lucifer stepped into the store, past the old armour and poorly made swords and stepped near the blacksmith in the back, "Yo, old man, your grandson came for his things, and your granddaughter came to pick up her gauntlets!"

"Who is my grandson, you little bastard? You better be nice to her and not bully her!" With a smile, Bernard finally left the room—instantly, the Hero\'s face lit up as he put down the book on Eastern swords and walked over.

"Hey~ look at your happy face. Should I give you a great-grandchild to ensure you don\'t keel over and die soon?"

Like magic, the moment the blacksmith and Gwen heard those words, their reactions were identical... On of pure bliss and desire! Lucifer stepped on a dangerous landmine, and the old man blushed slightly.

"Well... this old man wouldn\'t mind a little un\' to be around... Hmmm...well.... ahhh.... grandpa, grandpa..." Lost in his little world, the blacksmith began imitating what he would be like with a child.

\'Cute old man.\'

Little did our Main character know behind him, a dark being enshrouded in shadows was like Bernard.

Her legs were clamped together, leaving a sticky trail as she crept up on Lucifer\'s back while muttering with an eerie look on her blushed face, "Our baby~" "A cute girl... mommy will feed you... lots of sex is needed to make one... Fufu~"

If one listened close enough, the words "Capture and trap in the basement could be heard from her sexy red lips."

Ah, what a peaceful scene...

"Excuse me; I want to buy a sword!" And as usual, all heroes in stories lack all care for the sub-characters or those who aren\'t even listed.

This was true for Toshiro as someone reincarnated with power!

He lived in the glorious country of Nippon and was famed for his kendo skills before coming here... Now mobs were speaking with the blacksmith.

But it didn\'t matter because, to him. They were all NPCs, not even real people. He even considered they existed to make him look better!I think you should take a look at

Lucifer smirked, hearing his clueless and ignorant tone—he might be the same if he was younger and born as the hero of the world.

Yet he wasn\'t. If anything, he was the furthest from this black-haired clown.

"Oi Lucifer! This is the item I made for Gwen, the metal can take the force of most monsters below Rank C, but some stronger ones will probably be tough."

"Bring me better materials, and I\'ll improve them once you reach Rank C yourselves."

He nodded, taking the box after looking at the beautifully long, black gauntlet, slim except for the fists, slightly thicker with spikes on each knuckle and clawed tips on the fingers to rake out eyes and flesh.

"Excuse me!? I am the Hero! I want to buy a weapon!" Once again, Toshiro spoke before being ignored as Bernard pointed to the bargain barrel with an uncaring voice.

"Just pick a sword from there, boy; you don\'t have the calibre for a custom weapon."

It seemed those words made Toshiro seethe in his flames of justice as he watched Bernard take a custom weapon out of someone he deemed a mere mob with nothing but money and his face.

As in most games, he assumed this man was someone he must face-slap!

"Oh, you did a good job with these daggers, black meteorite ore—the edges are sharp with one thicker for irregular guarding..."

"Ho ho ho! So you know, lad, you were so clueless when you came not too long ago, yet now you feel like a natural warrior. How did you do it?"

Lucifer smiled, returning to Gwen, who was now writing names in her little diary. "It\'s the power of love! My cute wife is too good!"

"Keh! You little bastard, stop bragging about having a wife!"

In the box given to Lucifer was a small note. Bernard blushed when seeing it and tried to grab it as he read it.

-Thank you, laddie—since you and our cute Gwen started dating, I have never seen a day where she didn\'t smile like the world was the most wonderful place.

Have these as your reward.

Bernard and the old crafters!

*Bang!**Clang!*

Suddenly the Hero smashed the table with all his power, causing the box to drop to the ground and the daggers to hit the floor, shuddering with a loud clanging before they stopped after a few minutes.

"Don\'t ignore me! I am the damn Hero; you are just a fucking mob! Look at your wife, some trash like you probably forced her with money and raped her, right?"

"That\'s why she has that ugly scar on her face!"

It was a misfortunate mistake for the Hero, his mood completely erratic from being ignored, betrayed and treated like a fool all night.

He was on his edge, causing him to act like an idiot, clearly doing something stupid, but he realised one step too late.

Thinking, \'This isn\'t how I should be; it\'s just a mere weapon... Toshiro... why did you act so forced!?\'

Before the Hero could speak again, regretting letting his temper rise to his head, the Bishop\'s mockery of him, saying Irina was sleeping with another man last night and that\'s why she came home limping...

Not to mention being on edge about his manhood size after the Knight Captain fucked the Bishop in her ass in front of him...

His confidence as the reincarnated Hero in an Eroge was fading...

But it was too late...

Before he could apologise, his body was lifted off the ground, and a blade sliced through his stomach before Lucifer\'s dagger began to stab repeatedly until blood stained the entire floor and shelves around him.

Lucifer\'s eyes were black, empty and dull... his hand tightening around the hero\'s throat while his blade deeply pushed into his stomach, twisted as the little bastard squealed like a pig.

"Darling... Thank you for getting so upset for me... It\'s ok..." Gwendolyn\'s gentle fingers wrapped around Lucifer\'s hand, pulling as his dagger dropped to the ground, stained with the hero\'s blood.

Despite wanting to kill the bastard, too, she pulled out the cheapest potion that would burn when applied.

She poured it onto his wound, her lips smiling as the Hero flailed on the ground, screaming and crying.

"I\'ll kill you... You fucker!" The hero cried before fainting from the agony, his eyes looking at Lucifer, who stood away, holding his palm over his face.

"Sorry, Gwendolyn, my emotions lost control. I couldn\'t remain calm when he insulted you—I should have reacted with more class and not overreacted..."

Lucifer was just like Toshiro in this sense, his intense emotions for the ones he loved, especially Gwendolyn, caused him to become a monster without remorse when they were hurt, insulted or upset.

Thus, he acted like a poor second-rate villain rather than his usual calm, composed self.

He left the store quite sad, wanting to conquer his rage and anger. Gwen was just behind as she looked at Bernard, smiling as they spoke with weird sign language.

-Little girl, work hard to give me a grandchild!

-I will work extra hard! OK!