Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

"What?", Edward seemed to not comprehend the scene before him as his eyes moved forward while his gaze shifted towards the table and a slightly open window. Analyzing the situation, it was not difficult for him to determine that Amelia had fallen from that height.

\'This fucker...?\', When his eyes landed on the base of the table, he noticed footprints, causing anger to fill Edward\'s mind. He then realized that Damien had made Amelia climb to that height and kick the table to make her fall intentionally on him.

"You should be cautious, Miss Amelia. I can\'t always be by your side to act as your cushion.", Damien raised his head to gaze at Amelia while brushing off his suit, his cold stare fixed on her as he stood from the ground.

\'What?\' Suddenly, upon hearing him once again referring to her in a formal tone, Amelia felt bewildered. She squinted her eyes before blankly looking at Damien, who didn\'t show any response, causing her to glance at Edward behind her.

She interpreted it as a formal tone because of Edward\'s presence. So, she didn\'t push the issue and asked, "Fine, Damien, whatever you want. But how are we going to leave this place?"

Raising her hand and rubbing her forehead, she prepared to ask how they would leave this place, but suddenly felt confused when she saw a unique smile on Damien\'s face. \'Is that a grin?\'

"You Bastard!" Edward cried out when he realized that even though Damien used formal language, Amelia started talking casually as if she had forgotten what had happened in the hall room.

And this was just what Damien wanted, leading him to sneer at Edward as he approached Damien abruptly.

\'Now, who will first come to save me?\', Damien looked towards Edward and then suddenly glanced at Amelia and Emilia, both of whom were taken aback. They observed how Edward was going to punch Damien, which prompted Damien to snicker inwardly.

Naturally, he had intentionally first used a casual tone to call Amelia\'s name, prompting her to forget about the warning he gave her in the hallway to use formal titles. Then suddenly, when Edward arrived, he switched back to his previous self, making it appear as if Amelia had forgotten about his slap and was now casually trying to talk with him.

Finally, all that was left was for him to wait for someone to save Damien\'s vulnerable, fragile, and mortal body.

\'Don\'t be obvious, woman\', Damien\'s mouth twitched when he noticed Emilia\'s lips forming a curve, turning into a smile as he was about to get punched by Edward. He found it cute how she didn\'t care for him and made a mental note to remember this slight betrayal and definitely get back at her.

"Stop!" Amelia, being near Damien, instantly jumped between him and the incoming punch with a determined look towards the one who had just arrived. Despite her quick action, the punch missed her and instead landed directly on Damien\'s face.

Technically, the punch would have landed if his head wasn\'t tilted to avoid it. The punch was nearly invisible to the naked eye.

\'Purchase a blood capsule\', In that fleeting moment, Damien\'s hair was blown back by the force of the punch that had just narrowly missed him, thanks to Amelia jumping between them. He sharply turned his eyes towards Emilia as commanded.\'it\'s revenge time.\'

[ Here you go ]

In an instant, a small red capsule materialized between his teeth. He crushed it before taking a step back and pouncing on Emilia\'s body.

Of course, he can\'t just fall on hard ground, so he chose something for a soft landing.

"Urgh!" Damien groaned and with a wink, signaled to Emilia that he was about to get back at her in retaliation for her earlier laughter at him.

"Kyaaa~!" Emilia instinctively reached out to shield her face as Damien suddenly fell. She noticed a small amount of blood near his mouth, but her main priority was ensuring her own safety first.

\'Woah!\', Damien, who didn\'t care about her face, felt as if his hand was sinking the moment they landed on the two perky peaks of her bridal dress. The sensation of softness, a handful of grip which felt like enough cushion to act as his last lifeline.

Thud

"Argh!...ouucch...my chest.." Emilia, though she had fallen, cried. Her head hit the pillow and blankets directly, providing a soft landing without any injury to her back. However, she felt pain in her breasts instead of her back, causing her eyelids to open as she tried to understand the source of the pain.

drip drip

"Cough! Thank you for saving me, my love, pttu," Damien smiled wryly as he spit out the outer shell of the capsule.

\'This devil\', Emilia pursed her lips, noticing that Damien had fallen on her in a way that his face was near her belly button. Both of his hands were grabbing her breasts over the bridal dress, and his lifted head revealed genuine pain, with blood trickling from his mouth.

Was Emilia so ruthless that she didn\'t even feel the pain of her soon-to-be husband?

Nope, the issue was that her husband had winked at her, groped her breasts, and even was molding them in this broken state. He also spat out a capsule from his mouth into a nearby corner.

So, Emilia was one hundred percent sure that he had just acted to annoy her even more.

"Damien!, How could you hit him Edward?" Amelia\'s eyes widened when she saw Damien fall to the ground, but he was saved by Emilia. This made her glare at Edward before rushing towards Damien.

\'What?\', Edward stood there while retracting his punch, looking at his hand. He thought that he didn\'t even feel like hitting something hard; it was as if his hand just passed through air.

However, he looked at Damian, feeling conflicted about whether he actually punched him or not.