World Traveler Villain

[Chapter: 25 Decisions]

The passionate clash between William and Peggy raged on for five or six hours, an unrelenting whirlwind of desire and intensity. Barely half an hour after collapsing into an exhausted slumber, Peggy's eyes fluttered open, and the fire reignited between them. Despite it being her first time, Peggy was consumed by an almost feral energy, as though a dam inside her had burst.

Peggy was like a crazed person on drugs. She moved with the wild abandon of someone intoxicated, driven not just by passion but by a desperate need to release every ounce of her pain, her anger, and the burdens that had weighed her down. It was as if she were determined to shatter every chain that had held her captive, finding freedom in their unbridled connection.

They had indulged in each other through the entirety of the night, leaving the room drenched in the raw, primal essence of their passion. The air was thick with the heady aroma of sex, a potent blend of desire and sweat intermingling with the intoxicating scent of their shared release. It was as though their fervent union had soaked into every corner, leaving behind an atmosphere so tangible one could almost feel the remnants of their lust on the very walls.

Peggy was panting and didn't want to move. The consequence of such wild sex was that her body was sore, and she couldn't move a muscle.

"Do you want to do it again?"

Peggy glanced at William indifferently. "Are you still human?"

"I also didn't expect that I would be this strong in this aspect. It seems that the serum has not only strengthened my body but also my libido." William was very satisfied with this and felt content in his heart. Now he didn't need to worry about pleasuring women anymore. It was as if a subconscious block had been lifted from him. In the past, he was also strong in this aspect, but now he was like a monster that couldn't be satisfied.

"If you want to kill me, then you can continue," Peggy said, looking at William with a grudge.

William sweated secretly. "Peggy, what are you talking about? Do you really think I'm that kind of person who would hurt you?"

"I've done such a thing with you. Now I can't go back," Peggy said, looking William in the eyes.

"There's no point in thinking about going back," William declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I won't allow it—not now, not ever. Even if I have to lock you away in the most luxurious palace imaginable, you are my woman now. You're mine. From this moment forward, you belong to me, and I will never let you leave."

His words carried an undeniable dominance as he seized Peggy's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. The intensity of their connection burned through the moment, and after a heated minute, he finally released her.

"Humph." Peggy, her face flushed, let out a soft snort of defiance, a subtle challenge to his overbearing claim.

William hugged Peggy tightly in his arms and said, "It's okay. Go on, you can sleep. I will also sleep—oh, and don't shoot me while I'm asleep."

"I will definitely kill you," Peggy said coldly.

William rested his head on Peggy's large breasts and soon fell asleep. Of course, no one knew if he was truly asleep or not.

With her eyes open, Peggy had a questioning look in her eyes. What should I do now? And now, even this relationship with this bastard... Do I really hate this guy? Yes, it's definitely hate. It's not love, right? How can this be? How can I love this bastard?

"Damn, what should I do?" Peggy said to herself.

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At daybreak.

William opened his eyes slowly but still half-asleep, touching the bed with his hands everywhere, searching for something or someone. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Peggy was gone.

William jumped down from the bed, and then the door to the room opened. Peggy, wearing an apron, came in, walking in a weird posture and frowning from time to time. It seemed the soreness from the night before had not yet healed.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" Peggy moved her face aside.

William grinned. "We are both husband and wife now. What is there to be ashamed of? And Peggy, the apron looks really good on you. It's giving you a special kind of vibe, which is unlike the usual you. I like it."

"Who are husband and wife?" Peggy exclaimed. There was a hint of complexity in her eyes. Why... Why was there a hint of happiness in my heart? Why was I happy when I heard him calling me his wife?

William approached Peggy, positioned himself before her, and gently embraced her, lifting her chin to align her gaze with his. "Naturally, you and I. We are husband and wife. We already did what married couples do."

"Let me go." Peggy wanted to push William away.

As soon as Peggy forced his arm, his lips blocked hers, and he kissed her hard.

Peggy ceased all resistance, her resolve melting away as she slid her hands behind William's head, gripping it firmly as if anchoring herself to him. In response, William's arms encircled her possessively, his hands settling on her thin, soft waist with an unyielding grip, ensuring there was no escape. Their connection deepened, a silent yet intense battle of dominance and submission playing out in their locked embrace.

After he kissed her wildly, he let go of Peggy's waist and said, "Thanks for the meal. Now I'm full."

"Damn, disgusting." Peggy wiped the saliva from her mouth. "You haven't brushed your teeth. It stinks. Go brush your teeth and come have breakfast."

"Peggy, did you make breakfast? You've really started your position as my wife already. Come and give me another kiss." William smiled and wanted to kiss her again.

Peggy stopped William by putting her hand on his face and yelling, "Come on, hurry up and wash up."

"Okay." William reluctantly walked away.

As William's figure retreated into the distance, Peggy's lips curled into a soft, involuntary smile. Yet, almost instantly, her expression shifted, clouded by an internal conflict that churned deep within her. What's wrong with me? she thought, her heart warring against her mind. I should hate him—I do hate him. And yet... To continue like this, knowing there's no path back… Is it because, deep down, I've already started considering this my reality? The thought sent a ripple of unease through her, but she couldn't deny it lingered.

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On the table, William and Peggy sat face to face. Peggy's breakfast was a glass of milk and a piece of bread, while William's turned out to be a sandwich, eggs, and bacon.

William froze. "Peggy, you cooked all this for me?"

"Aren't you used to eating these? Do you not like them?" Peggy said blankly, but her eyes seemed a little nervous.

"You did a really great job. I really like them." William smiled.

"Just eat it." Peggy smiled.

Peggy looked at William, who was burying his face in the food, and said, "Looking at you now, I really can't imagine you killing so many people."

"Peggy, have you killed anyone?" William asked.

"Yes, I have killed."

"Then what do you think is the difference between the people I killed and the people you killed?"

"The people I killed..." Peggy suddenly found that she didn't know what to say.

"There's no difference," William said, his tone calm yet laced with an edge of sharp clarity. "Don't try to justify it by claiming the ones you killed were all bad people, those who committed heinous acts. The truth is, the people you killed were simply those who stood in opposition to your goals, those who clashed with your interests. Killing is killing—it's neither righteous nor wicked. Justice and evil are just illusions we use to make ourselves feel better about the blood on our hands."

Peggy took a deep breath.

"Simply put, the world is a playground for the strong. If the strong want to plunder it, the weak will naturally be killed for their own benefit."

"Everyone has their reason for it."

"And then, why are you doing it?" Peggy asked.

"In order to live. If I don't want to die, I have to do bad things, or I will die," William said while spreading his hands. This was the story William came up with when he was in that space—blame it all on the system.

Peggy said blankly, "From now on, whatever you do, and wherever you go, you will bring me."

"Even if I have to go to kill someone?" William smiled.

"To-ge-th-er."

"Ok." William nodded. "I hope you can live with it because I don't care about other people's thoughts when I do anything."

"I know," Peggy said lightly.

William walked to Peggy. "Peggy, you know, you look so attractive when you are wearing an apron."

"What are you going to do?" Peggy's hand grabbed William's hand.

"What do you say? Should we go for another round?"

"No, I'm still sore down there." Peggy's face was slightly red. Is this bastard not satisfied yet, even after doing it all night?

Knock! Knock!

"Who is knocking at the door?" William shouted angrily.

"It's me, Zola."

"Dr. Zola, come in."

Zola came in and looked at William, who was not wearing any shirt, and Peggy, who was sitting on his lap, hiding his thing from being seen. "Well, I hope I'm not disturbing you at the wrong time."

Peggy moved her face a little unnaturally. Now she was being misunderstood by this dwarf because of him.

William was unfazed, and with no embarrassment, he said, "Doctor, what's the matter? Why were you looking for me?"

Zola glanced at William's body with a hint of envy. He said, "Mr. Schmidt has something for you. Hurry up."

"I see," William nodded.

Peggy stood up silently and took off her apron. "I'll go too."