The Transmigrated Villain Claims the Heroines!

Chapter 50: Gathering Information

I stopped a few feet from the bed, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, close enough that her scent, honey and something smokier, wrapped around me like a second presence.

Reina’s eyes never left mine. Her tail swept across the silks, slow and languid, and I watched her posture shift. She wasn’t lounging anymore. She was presenting. Knees together, shoulders back, chin tilted slightly up to expose the line of her throat.

Submission.

But not the fearful kind. The eager kind.

"You’re not going to attack me," I said, and this one definitely wasn’t a question.

Her lips parted, and a soft, breathy laugh escaped her.

"Attack you? Alpha, I couldn’t even if I wanted to." Her fingers curled into the silks beneath her, gripping them like she needed something to hold onto. "Your presence... it’s crushing. Every step you took toward me, I felt it pressing down on my chest. Making it hard to breathe. Making it hard to think. You’re one of the strongest incubi I’ve ever seen..."

[Lust Sense]

She wasn’t lying. Her pulse was racing, her skin flushed, and beneath the surprise and the hope, there was something else. Relief. Like she’d been lost in the dark for a very long time and had finally seen a light.

I stepped closer, closing the last few feet between us until my legs brushed against the edge of the bed. Reina’s breath hitched, her tail curling tighter against the silks, and I watched her hands tremble where they gripped the fabric.

"Look at me," I said.

She did. Immediately, her violet eyes snapping up to mine with surprising obedience. The chamber’s magic pulsed around us, but I barely noticed it anymore. All I could feel was her. Her fear, her excitement, her desperate, aching want to be acknowledged.

[Lust Sense]

She hadn’t been touched in years. Decades, maybe. The dungeon had sustained her, fed her scraps of magic, but it wasn’t enough. She was starving. Not for food... but for connection?

Enough of the mind probing... I should do something about this.

First, leverage this ’alpha’ status and gather information.

"Down," I said quietly.

Reina’s whole body shuddered. Her hands released the silks, and she lowered herself onto the bed in a kneeling position. Her head bowed, her hair falling forward to hide her face.

But I could still feel her. The rapid flutter of her pulse, the heat pooling low in her belly, the way her thighs pressed together like she was trying to contain something.

"Alpha," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Tell me what you want me to do..."

"Do what exactly?"

She looked up at me through her lashes, and there were tears in her eyes. Not from sadness.

"I don’t know," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I’ve been alone for so long. I forgot what this feels like. Being near someone like me. Being near someone stronger than me. I don’t know what to ask for. I just know I don’t want you to stop."

I reached down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up further. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, almost feverish, and she leaned into my touch like a cat seeking affection.

And I thought pretending to be an expert when it came to Faye was hard...

This ’alpha’ role alone made that pale in comparison.

"You’ve been surviving in this dungeon alone?"

"...Yes."

"Feeding on whatever wandered in?"

"N-No..."

Did she just say no?

"I-I don’t really feed on people... your guards? Lying here? I only did that to protect myself. I don’t know why... but for some reason, it just feels wrong."

H-Huh?

[Hint: This Dungeon was indirectly created by your actions; its theme and morality also matched yours.]

Wait... so the wolves, the sentinels, this succubus, they were all aspects of me? That... actually made sense.

The wolves represented this body’s inherent power, danger, and cunning. The sentinels embodied my physical strength and combat prowess, and the succubus? The lust and morality that came from me...?

That explanation still had some holes, though, like whether she was completely made by me, or if she was an existing succubus who was simply chosen because she matched the dungeon’s creation.

And the system definitely didn’t help.

[Information Found In Physical Copy]

Either way, I could work with this...

A succubus was one thing, but one who matched my morals and yielded to me so easily? All things considered, that felt almost absurdly generous.

I take back what I said; she was the perfect third heroine to unlock. I could even see her and Faye getting along... hopefully.

This whole harem dynamic was going to be a problem... but right now, I needed to focus on her.

"Don’t call me alpha."

"H-Huh?"

"I don’t like it, call me Cassian."

"Cassian...?"

"Yes."

"O-Okay..."

I honestly hadn’t expected this level of submissiveness. Was it because she had also inherited some of Faye’s lust, which influenced her personality? Or was it because I was an incubus with an army behind me?

I genuinely couldn’t tell.

Even with [Lust Sense], it was impossible to perceive something that deeply, especially since the skill was still only level one.

"The men on the floor," I continued, gesturing toward the two guards still frozen at the foot of her bed. "Release them."

"...But they’ll attack me the moment I do."

"They won’t." I let my voice drop, let the weight of my authority press down on her. "Because I’ll tell them not to. And they obey me."

Reina’s eyes flickered toward the guards, then back to me. I could see the calculation behind her gaze, the weighing of risk against trust.

"They attacked first," she said quietly. "When they entered. I didn’t want to hurt them. I just... made them stop. Made them forget why they were angry. Made them..."

She trailed off, her cheeks flushing.

"Made them want you instead," I finished.

Reina nodded, her gaze dropping to the silks beneath her.

[Lust Sense]

Embarrassment. Shame. But beneath that, a desperate need to justify herself. To explain herself and get my approval. To her, I wasn’t just an incubus. I was the first of her kind she’d met in decades. The first who could match her, who could understand her, who could...

Satisfy her.

"Release them," I said again, softer this time. "And then you can come closer to me."

Reina’s head snapped up. "Closer...? To you?"

"Yes."

She hesitated for a heartbeat. Then her eyes closed, and I felt the shift in the room’s magic. The oppressive weight from before disappeared completely.

The two guards gasped simultaneously, their bodies jerking as if waking from a deep sleep. They blinked, looked around, confusion and fear warring on their faces.

"Hold," I said, raising a hand without looking at them. "Don’t move."

They froze, this time from training rather than magic.

Reina opened her eyes. The guards were still kneeling at the foot of the bed, but their expressions had changed. They were looking at her now with confusion.

"Lord Noctierre," one of them said, his voice hoarse. "My lord... what...?"

"You’re fine," I said. "Both of you. Stand up, walk back to the previous chamber, and tell Aldric I’m still in control. No one enters this chamber until I return. Understood?"

"Yes, my lord."

They rose unsteadily, their legs trembling, their hands reaching for weapons that weren’t there. One of them glanced back at Reina, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t reach for his sword.