I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

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The night enveloped the grassy plain in a blackness, stretching unbroken for miles outside Ocryphia. The world seemed to hold its breath, save for the faint chirping of hidden birds and the hum of restless insects. Yet those natural whispers paled against the sounds that shattered the night's serenity.

"Oh~"

A single, delicate moan floated into the void, trembling and charged. Beneath the open sky, two figures lay entwined, their silhouettes obscured by the terrain. Atla Ceres Queen, her silvery-blonde hair spread like molten light across the ground, writhed upon the dewy grass. Her white blooded gown had been pulled up to her hips, its shimmering fabric forming a tented peak over her lower half, hiding the presence of her beloved King beneath.

"Yes~"

Her voice divine voice wavered in a tone both otherworldly and utterly human. Normally stoic, her composure had cracked slightly, replaced by trembling breaths and the occasional gasp.
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Beneath her gown, King was entirely absorbed in his task. His hands gripped her thighs carefully. Despite King having the fairest complexion of the Antagonists devoid of any scards and impurities, there was a still chasm of contrast against Queen's pale, divine white flesh.

King's tongue moved with a mastery borne of familiarity, tracing the delicate folds of her slick entrance. He savored her, his lips brushing against her clit with teasing strokes before sealing around it to suckle just enough to draw another cry from her.

"Ah… M–-My King~" Queen whimpered, her voice breaking as her back arched involuntarily.

King's tongue pressed deeper in responsde, licking along her folds and plunging inside her entrance, the taste of her essence making him growl in satisfaction. It had been far too long since he'd tasted her like this, and he intended to make every moment count.

Queen's hands, trembling a bit, reached toward King's head, fingers threading through her gown hiding his head. She pulled him closer, silently begging for more, her thighs trembling against the heat of his face. His grip on her legs tightened as he pushed them farther apart, exposing her fully to his hungry mouth.

"Hnn~" Queen moaned a bit louder her control slipping further. The faint knit of her silvery brows and the slight flush staining her cheeks made her only more breathtaking. No one could resist against such a sight.

Neither King.

Beneath her gown, King worked harder, alternating between soft kisses, teasing flicks, and long, languid licks that drove her higher and higher. The slick sounds of his tongue against her soaked folds mingled with her whimpers, creating an obscene melody that filled the empty night. He kissed her lower lips as though they were her mouth, his tongue plunging deep to coax every drop of her essence.

Queen's legs began to shake, her body trembling as her climax built, and then—

"Ahn~!" The sound tore from her lips as her release crashed over her, her juices spilling against his tongue in a torrent. She trembled violently, her thighs closing around his head as her body arched. Yet King wasn't finished. He moaned against her, drinking her climax greedily, his lips and tongue working to lap up every last trace of her pleasure. He sucked at her folds, drawing more from her even as she quivered beneath him.

"Ahn…" At least Queen let out a low breath. One hand gripping the grass and the other one on King's head . She wanted this moment to stretch into eternity, her King buried between her legs, worshipping her as though she were his only Goddess, his only woman, his everything.

"This was the sweetest dinner I've had in a while," King smiled as he leaned back, the glow of his triumph painted across his features. His lips, glistening with the taste of his Queen, curled into a faint smirk as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Queen, who had regained her usual composure despite a bit of ragged breath had the faintest almost invisible smile on her lips.

"Ah…You are such a fool, my King."

King's smirk deepened. "A fool, am I?" He said, chuckling as he lowered himself back between her thighs, the bunched fabric of her gown cradling his shoulders like a shroud once more.

"Ahn~" Queen's voice broke once more into a breathless moan as his tongue found her folds again.

"Today," he whispered against her slick entrance, "I'm going to lick you until you beg me to stop, my Queen."

"Mama?"

Queen's head snapped to the side, her gray-white eyes still trembling. Standing a few feet away, framed by the pale light of the moon, was a child. She couldn't have been older than four, with delicate silver hair cascading down her shoulders and small, budding horns peeking from either side of her head. Her white dress fluttered slightly in the night breeze, her innocent gaze fixed curiously on the scene before her.

"Ahn~ My dear… go back inside—hm!" Queen's words crumbled into another moan as King's tongue flicked against her sensitive bud.

But King froze when the voice registered. His head jerked up, much to Queen's obvious frustration. He rose to his feet, his expression shifting from indulgent to pure delight as his gaze landed on their daughter. "Nayeli," he said, his grin widening.

The child's wide, innocent eyes flicked between her parents, confusion blooming into dismay. Her small mouth opened, her whole body trembling as realization began to dawn.

"Papa…?" She whispered, her voice breaking before it grew louder. "P–Papa!" Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over in heavy, glistening streams as her lower lip quivered.

King stepped toward her, his arms outstretched. "My princess!"

Nayeli flung herself forward, her tiny feet carrying her swiftly across the grass. She leapt into his embrace, and King caught her easily, lifting her high into the air before bringing her close. He spun her in a wide circle, her giggles interspersed with sobs as she clung desperately to his neck.

"P–Papa! Papa! Papa!" She wailed, burying her tear-streaked face against his shoulder, her small hands clutching at his shirt.

King's heart ached at the sound, her pain carving into him more deeply than any wound. He stroked her hair soothingly. "I'm here now, my love. I'm here."

Nayeli hiccupped between sobs, clutching him tighter. "W–Why, Papa? I called you, and you didn't wake up! Mama said you were asleep b–but…but yout never woke up! Waaaaaah!"

Queen had hidden the truth of the King's death from Nayeli, her innocent daughter, by telling her he was merely asleep. Unaware of the concept of death, Nayeli believed her mother. Yet each time she tried to rouse her father to play, he remained motionless. This torment lasted for seven days. Finally, Nayeli managed to escape the hidden dimension her mother had confined her to and found her father once more.

"..." Queen observed this reunion, her expression unreadable.

Moments earlier, she had been yearning for King to complete what he had started with her before being tragically interrupted. But as she witnessed Nayeli's rare, radiant smile, her personal desires were pushed aside. Her daughter's happiness, fleeting as it had been over the past few days, mattered more.

Queen adjusted her gown, pulling it down to conceal her legs, only to notice the dark stains of blood—the King's blood—marring the fabric. With a flick of her fingers, her undergarments and gown transformed into fresh, spotless attire. Nonetheless she will keep the gown with King's blood for herself as memento.

"W–Why didn't you wake up…" Nayeli asked, her tear-filled eyes wide, her small arms clinging tightly to the King's neck.

For seven days, she had been gripped by fear and a deep despair, unable to speak with her father. Yet this despair was nothing compared to what Queen had endured, fully aware of the truth. Even so, she had kept his lifeless body close, unable to let go.

"I was just tired, my Princess," the King replied softly, gently patting her back.

"I–Is it because you work too much?" Nayeli peeked up at him, her voice trembling with concern. Each time her father was leaving was because he left for his work as Assassin at Night Reapers. "Then I'll help you, Papa! But don't sleep so long again…"

King's smile was tender as he wiped her tears. "I've rested enough to never need sleep again. Don't worry—Papa will never leave you."

"R–Really?!" Nayeli's gray-white eyes sparkled hopefully.

"Do you think your King would lie to you, my Princess?" King asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Nayeli shook her head vehemently.

"Then trust me," he said, pulling her close as she rested her head on his chest. Exhausted, she soon drifted back to sleep.

Queen sat beside him, her grip on his arm iron-tight, as if she feared he might vanish if she let go.

"From now on, I will follow you everywhere, My King," Queen said.

"That might be... difficult, my Queen," King replied a bit awkwardly.

-Spurt!

Without warning, Queen's nails sank into King's arm, drawing a thin stream of blood. She gave him a sharp, sidelong glance, waiting for an explanation.

"As I said, my dear Queen, I have other desires to fulfill now…" King reminded her, reiterating what he had already explained about his peculiar situation.

Queen understood; she was well aware of the unique nature of his existence. He was, quite literally, eight people in one, a reality she quickly accepted. But as a Goddess, her senses were far superior to most. She could see King's soul clearly, woven through every persona he inhabited. She had felt it in Azrael and knew she would sense it in all of his others.

"Then I will fulfill those desires with you. First, show me the women," Queen asked.

King hesitated. He had mentioned Ludmila and Kamila briefly when Queen questioned him about other women in his life. Her insistence now filled him with quite dread.

"What are you planning to do once I show them to you?" He asked, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

"I want to see them," Queen replied calmly. Yet her empty, emotionless eyes suggested a darker intention. She was clearly contemplating tearing them apart the moment she laid eyes on them.

King knew Ludmila's strength, but even she would stand no chance against Queen. If a confrontation arose, it wouldn't be a normal battle—it would be catastrophic. He had to prevent that at all costs.

"Later… First, I'd like you to return to your world—"

-Thud!

The King's words were cut short as Queen abruptly pushed him down. Nayeli, still peacefully asleep on his chest, remained undisturbed.

Then Queen placed her hands on either side of his face, leaning in without hesitation to claim his lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

King accepted it, as always whenever Queen forced himself on him. The kiss stretched for a long, charged moment before she finally pulled away. Her gaze, void of warmth, locked onto his.

"The day I return to that world will be to slaughter every single being in it," she said, "before reducing it to ashes."

She would never forgive that world for taking King away from her for seven agonizing days. Queen's gaze burned with an obsession so intense that the King felt a shiver run down his spine.

Her expression made it clear: she wasn't just contemplating locking him up. No, she was going to do it—right now. He could feel it in the air. And after that, she would hunt down the women he had mentioned, killing them without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, my Queen," King muttered.

-Crack!

Queen froze, her arms and part of her body encased in an icy prison.

"..." She stared at her frozen limbs.

-BOOM!

Queen shattered the ice easily, her power breaking free. But in that brief second, King had already escaped. He now stood outside a Stigma Prison that Azrael had constructed, Nayeli safely in his arms.

"My King…" Queen called out softly as she rose to her feet.

-BOOOOOOOOM!

A deafening impact shook the air, its force powerful enough to break through to the Earth's mantle. Yet the shockwave vanished in an instant, completely absorbed by Ivan's Stigma.

Queen narrowed her eyes at the glowing prison before turning her cold gaze back to him.

"My King," she repeated, her tone now colder. She was losing patience.

"I promise I'll come to see you every day if I can," King said, calmly. He knew he had no other choice but to contain her—for now. Though she appeared outwardly composed, he could feel the volatility simmering beneath her surface. She was far too dangerous in her current state.

Queen's eyes darkened further. "My King," she said again, but this time, something darker tinged her tone.

King felt a cold sweat run down his spine. Her tone was no longer just cold—it was laced with fury, anger restrained by the thinnest thread.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

He couldn't trust her—not yet. Queen's obsessive devotion to him, combined with her unstable emotions, meant she would stop at nothing to kill anyone she saw as a threat. And that included everyone around him.