Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem

Angela remained frozen on her knees, her face flushed as her gaze lingered longer than it should. Lumian stood there, a calculating glint in his eyes, noticing every subtle movement and hesitation. 

This was the moment he'd been waiting for, a moment where her resolve was fragile, her mind pliable, and her will easy to erode. Angela was alright showing signs of weakness before this, her mind already lusted for him. This was the push he needed.

Placing one hand behind her head, Lumian leaned forward slightly, his voice low and smooth, carrying an almost hypnotic cadence. "Why are you still on your knees, Angela? Are you planning on doing something? Or... is this exactly where you want to be?"

'Corruption'

He slowly and subtly pulled her closer to his member in a way that even Angela herself couldn't tell. She felt like she was the one drawing nearer to him by herself 

His words, combined with the subtle corruption seeping into her mind, planted seeds of lust and desire. Angela felt an unfamiliar pull, like she was being swept into a current too strong to resist. She blinked rapidly, trying to break free from the haze clouding her judgment. 

Her thoughts clashed violently. 'This isn't right. I'm married. This isn't who I am.' Yet, a small voice whispered back: 'But why does it feel so natural? So… inevitable? So why delay it?'

Angela's hand twitched as if to reach out but then clenched into a fist. Her lips parted, trembling as she tried to form words. 

"I…" she began, but Lumian interrupted smoothly. 

"You're overthinking, Angela. Stand up." His voice was firm but not unkind, an anchor pulling her back to reality, albeit his version of it. 

Angela shakily rose to her feet, avoiding his eyes. Her breathing was uneven, and her mind was still racing. 

"This isn't right,"she stammered. "We're both married. We can't… I can't do this."

Lumian bent slightly, bringing his face level with hers. He tilted her chin upward with two fingers, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. She felt trapped, like a moth caught in the allure of a flame. 

"Angela," he murmured, his tone laced with a mock softness, "faithfulness only matters if it's deserved. Tell me—do you think your husband is being honest with you? Do you think he's faithful?" 

She flinched, his words cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. 

"Of course he is," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. 

"Really?" Lumian's tone turned ever so slightly mocking. *"A man who keeps secrets? A man who leaves you alone while he's off doing who-knows-what? Can you honestly say he's not out there betraying you right now?"

Angela opened her mouth to respond but found herself unable to. The doubt Lumian was nurturing took root. 

"You deserve better," Lumian pressed on, his voice dropping lower. "You deserve someone who sees you, who truly values you. Why cling to a man who doesn't?" 

"But it's not right," she whispered, her voice trembling. 

Lumian leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a brief but intense kiss, their tongue clashed together as they fed on each other's lips.

"Mmmnn" she moaned into his mouth, but that didn't stop the moment. Angela felt a familiar moist warmth begin to form in her lower region.

The warmth of the moment melted away the last of her resistance, leaving her breathless and disoriented. 

As he pulled back, Lumian's face shifted, his expression a mix of detachment and something else, a subtle challenge. 

"I shouldn't have done that," he said, taking a step back as if to leave. "I'm sorry, Angela. I'll go."

The movement jolted her, and before she could think, her hand shot out, gripping his arm. 

"Wait," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes betrayed a longing she hadn't wanted to acknowledge. 

Lumian turned back to face her, his lips curling into a knowing smile. He raised a hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. 

"What is it, Angela?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. 

She hesitated, her mind screaming at her to stop, but her heart or perhaps the corruption pushed her forward. "I… I don't know what's happening to me," she admitted. 

Lumian's smile widened, though he kept his tone gentle. "You're just realizing what you deserve, Angela. That's all." 

Her resolve crumbled entirely as she stepped closer, her hand trembling as it rested against his chest.

Lumian cradled her for a moment, and then she pulled away. Lumian was shocked, had she come back to her senses? Damn it.

"Angela?" He called out subtly 

Angela didn't reply instead, she dropped to her knees as she began to pack and tie her hair in a ponytail style.

"What are you doing?" Lumian asked, knowing fully well what was about to happen. His face gave a puzzled expression but inside he laughed victoriously.

"I want it," Angela simply replied as she took a hold of Lumian's erect cock, her hands trembling but she was on a mission. 

"I see"

Lumian caressed her red cheeks gently and placed his hands behind her head guiding her open mouth to his throbbing cock. 

Angela held Lumian's twitching cock between slender fingers, it was glossy and glistening with a nice sheen due to the shower he was taking. 

Her lips parted eagerly, wrapping around his cock as she slowly drew it into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed slightly with each pull, the faint sound of suction adding to the pleasure for Lumian.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and a delighted expression softened her features as if there was a sweetness of Lumian's member that danced across her taste buds. 

"Hmmmm," a small, satisfied hum escaped her throat. Her tongue swirled around the surface, tracing over its glands, texture and visible veins, leaving a glistening trail behind.

As she pulled his cock out with a gentle pop, a thin string of saliva momentarily connected her lips to the meaty treat. She didn't smile, but a playful twinkle in her eyes betrayed just how much she was enjoying every second of the experience.

Lumian smirked, "If only he could see how beautiful you look from this angle. I'll make sure to let him know how perfectly my cock sits in your mouth"

Angela frowned, "Stop, it's bad enough doing what we're doing, please don't make fun of my husband,"

"You still feel bad for him after everything? You're a good person Angela." Lumian said as he guided his cock back into her mouth

'You're also good at sucking cock'