Reborn As The Minor Villain In A Romance Fantasy Novel

Chapter 252: Pervy Saintess

The mecha car made it into the corkscrew loop and immediately spun with all that accumulated speed, the g-forces pressing everyone back into their seats.

Lucius glanced backward over his shoulder and saw that all of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, their voices mixing with the roar of wind and magical propulsion.

Even Minerva, who could normally fly faster than this in her dragon form, had chosen to avoid using her dragon powers.

She was momentarily weakening herself so that she could enjoy the ride as a normal person, and she was holding onto the safety railing with white-knuckled grip to prevent herself from being thrown off into the sky.

He pulled out his phone casually as the car went through a couple more loops, gaining speed exponentially with each rotation.

The girls shortly stopped screaming to catch their breath, only to continue even louder once more as the car entered an even tighter spiral.

Lucius looked at his screen and saw a new message notification. It was from Rita, the Saintess.

She had sent about 40 unread messages over the past few hours, all variations on the theme that she needed his warmth desperately and missed him terribly.

He had to admit with some guilt, he had forgotten about all that in the excitement of the vacation.

He had met her over the past week for small dates here and there, coffee shops and quiet dinners, but she seemed especially adamant about seeing him lately.

The messages had been getting progressively more... intense.

[SaintessRita: Hey...]

The latest message was simple, but he could sense the need behind those three letters.

He typed immediately, his thumbs moving across the screen even as the ride whipped around another corner.

[Yo]

He really liked the "Yo" greeting lately. It just sounded perfect, casual and friendly without being too formal or too intimate.

Her reply came almost instantly, like she’d been waiting with her phone in hand.

[Can I see a pic of you right now...?]

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the request as the mecha car returned to a straight section of track once more, giving everyone a brief moment of relief.

Though that relief was short-lived because the mana cores of the car began releasing concentrated bursts of energy, building up for something big.

Then the car soared into the air completely, leaving the track behind as it flew in a parabolic arc.

At the peak of the arc, it flipped over completely, making everyone’s hair fall downward as gravity briefly reversed.

They were now riding upside down, held in only by the safety harnesses and the centrifugal force.

Without all the speed that the car had been building up over the course, they might as well have fallen off already and plummeted to their deaths.

The physics barely made sense, but magical engineering rarely did.

They were about halfway through the whole course now.

It apparently extended all over the Amusement park in a massive round circle, giving riders a complete aerial tour of the entire facility from terrifying heights and speeds.

Regardless, Lucius started typing once more with impressive focus.

[What do you need a pic of me for?]

He pressed enter, and a reply zinged in immediately, almost as if she had predicted the question and prepared her answer in advance.

[I’m currently in a flight to New Avalon 😖 but you’re not here to give me warmth so I want to...]

Lucius’s eyebrow raised even higher, nearly disappearing into his windswept hair.

It seemed not only Elena would be joining them tomorrow but Rita would be arriving as well. The vacation party was growing exponentially.

It would make the whole trip even more interesting, though also potentially more complicated with that many powerful women competing for his attention. Alas, he didn’t want any drama or trouble to ruin the relaxing atmosphere.

Then the next message came through.

[I want to use it to touch myself]

The message was so surprisingly direct and explicit that he was genuinely caught off guard, his eyes widening.

At that exact moment, the mecha car reached the end of the upside-down rotation and then dropped like a stone, flipping right-side up once more in a stomach-churning maneuver before entering another tight swirl that made the girls scream even more loudly than before.

"Why the fuck is this thing so fast?!" Selene yelled out desperately, her usually composed demeanor completely shattered as her silky silver hair was being blown back dramatically as if she was a princess in some kind of high-speed fairy tale.

His phone slipped out of his hand from the sudden movement, soaring into the air and beginning to tumble away.

However, he used space manipulation immediately to create a small distortion that willed it back into his palm like a boomerang returning to its owner.

He looked at the screen again and typed with one hand while gripping the safety bar with the other.

[In a plane? Are you that horny?]

The question was blunt but genuinely curious... The idea of doing that in an airplane bathroom seemed both bold and uncomfortable.

She replied after a few seconds, probably typing quickly in her confined space.

[I’m in a restroom... come on. Don’t make me look up those Thirst trap edits people make of you 😒]

’Your emojis and your words don’t match at all.’ He thought with a shake of his head, noting the disconnect between the annoyed emoji and the desperate tone.

They were currently on the underside of another massive loop, and his long black hair had come loose from its ponytail, now flowing everywhere in the wind like liquid mercury. He probably looked completely disheveled.

He held up his phone and took a quick selfie, squinting slightly against the wind. When he looked at the result, it was personally one of his worst pictures... to him at least.

The lighting was actually decent thanks to the magical glow of the mana rails, and his features were clear enough, but his hair didn’t look good at all.

It was a tangled mess flowing in multiple directions.

He sent it either way, figuring she’d asked for a current picture and this was definitely current.

There was that double check mark that showed his message had been read immediately.

However, there was no reply for several long seconds, so he shoved the phone back in his pocket and focused on not dying.

The last part of the ride was here now, announced by a massive sign that flashed: FINALE.

It was a multi-corkscrew loop except the rotations were tightly pressed together, creating what looked like a DNA helix made of glowing track.

The mecha car spun through it completely, rotating on multiple axes simultaneously and gaining even more speed with each loop in defiance of all conventional physics.

Then all that remained was a straight shot forward, the final stretch.

This was paradoxically the calmest part of the ride. It was just a straight line forward at admittedly ridiculous speed, and then the track stopped exactly where they had entered.

The car began decelerating rapidly, magical braking systems engaging to bring them to a smooth stop.

The guards standing at the platform looked up at them with thumbs-up gestures and relieved smiles, probably glad nobody had died or vomited.

Everyone began getting off on shaky legs. Villy was noticeably dizzy from all that spinning, swaying slightly as she stepped onto solid ground, and so were several of the other girls.

Even Selene looked pale, her usual composure thoroughly shaken.

"Piggy-back..." Minerva said suddenly, pointing to Lucius’s back with determination. "I want to experience it."

The other girls immediately looked at Minerva with obvious jealousy burning in their eyes.

She was clearly exploiting the fact that she had won the tournament and therefore had exclusive Lucius rights for the evening with no shame whatsoever.

Lucius bent over obligingly, and she climbed on with practiced ease.

Her breasts pressed against his back warmly as he straightened up, his hands moving up to support her thighs, and then pushed off the ground to rejoin the other girls who were waiting.

"Let’s have some food... and then wait for the fireworks!" Minerva said excitedly from her perch, pointing forward like a general commanding troops. "I want to try those fried dough things I saw earlier!"

Lucius nodded in agreement, already heading toward the food district. "That’s the highlight of tonight anyway."

...

Time passed pleasantly as they ate various carnival foods and wandered the illuminated paths.

Lucius soon sat down on a wooden bench overlooking the central plaza, settling in for the show.

The rest of the girls were standing with the massive crowd that had gathered, everyone looking up expectantly at the darkened sky, awaiting the fireworks display that was scheduled to start any moment.

His phone pinged with a notification, and he opened it. The Saintess had finally messaged him back after her extended silence.

There was a voice message attachment, and below it was a picture that had been set to "view once" only, meaning it would disappear after he opened it.

Intrigued and slightly concerned, he raised the phone to his ear and played the voice message at low volume.

However, his face soon changed dramatically at how it sounded.

"Yes Daddy Lucius~ Please ruin my insides with your member~ Fill me up completely with your warmth~ Please make me a woman and not just a woman~ Your woman~"

Her voice was breathy, needy, punctuated with soft sounds that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The tone was amazingly melodic even while being incredibly explicit, somehow managing to sound both innocent and absolutely filthy at the same time.

He pulled the phone back from his ear and stared at the screen with wide eyes, his face heating up.

Then, with some trepidation, he tapped on the view-once picture.

The image loaded, and his face immediately reddened to an almost comical degree.

It was Rita, though she’d carefully kept her face out of frame.

But he could see her iconic pink hair falling over bare shoulders, and she had lifted up her white shirt completely, showing off her wonderful breasts in full detail.

And even down below in the frame, between her legs, her pussy was clearly leaking with arousal.

The picture was professional-quality somehow despite being taken in what he assumed was an airplane bathroom.

He closed the image instantaneously with a small smile. ’This woman... is an absolute pervert.’

Another message pinged immediately.

[Like what you see? 🙂‍↔️]

The emoji was doing a lot of work there, somehow conveying both innocence and wickedness.

He typed back carefully, trying to regain his composure.

[Sure... looks really hot. Show me when you get here?]

There was a pause of several seconds, probably her squealing on the other end.

Then a message arrived.

[I will once you give me warmth~ Bye Daddy~]

He hearted the message with a shaking hand and kept his phone in his pocket just as the first crackle of fireworks filled the sky above them.

The explosion of light lit up the entire park, brilliant reds and golds spreading across the darkness like flowers blooming.

Then the rest of the display followed beautifully in coordinated waves, making the gathered people cheer loudly as they witnessed the spectacle.

Minerva sat down beside him on the bench and smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the colorful lights.

"Human culture is so beautiful..." She said with genuine wonder, throwing back her hair and looking up at the sky with childlike appreciation.

Lucius looked at her profile illuminated by the fireworks, then back at the sky.

"I think it’s fine. Every culture has their own ups and downs... wouldn’t you agree?" He asked philosophically. "Dragons have their traditions, humans have theirs. Neither is inherently better."

Minerva stopped watching the fireworks for a moment and turned to face him directly.

"Please may I ask that you no longer call me Minerva..." She said seriously, pressing her hand to her chest over her heart. "I’d rather you call me Judea. Judea D’arr... that is my full name."

"I see." Lucius said, processing this.

Jura had mentioned something like that during their fight, but Lucius hadn’t wanted to pry at the time.

"And you want me to call you Judea instead. Why?"

"Well... I have chosen you to be my mate." She said simply as another massive firework went up in the sky, brightening both their faces in brilliant white light.

The statement hung in the air between them.

"Normally, Dragons are supposed to spend quite some time searching for their mates, especially dragon women who are very selective." She continued. "However, I have decided to make an exception for myself as it is my life and my choice to make."

"What would your parents say...?" Lucius asked.

"Dragons respect strength over everything else," Judea said confidently, turning her palm upward to reveal a mark that looked like a dragon’s head with spread wings.

He hadn’t noticed it before. "Father would probably be very happy for me that I found someone so powerful, and Mother already likes you based on our conversation."

"Once you touch my mark... I will belong to you and you will belong to me as well. It’s like the union called marriage in human culture, but more binding." She explained, her voice taking on a ritual quality. "Though if we were really to get married properly, I would like to host a ceremony with both our families present. Something beautiful."

"Are you sure about this?" Lucius asked seriously.

He really didn’t know what she was seeing in him that made her so certain, but he wouldn’t interrupt her decision if it was genuine. "This seems permanent."

"Absolutely." She said without hesitation.

She took his hand gently and placed it on the dragon mark.

Immediately, a sensation crawled up her spine like electricity.

It was that profound feeling of being bonded on a soul-deep level, two beings becoming permanently intertwined.

The same thing happened with Lucius, a warmth spreading through his chest and settling there like a second heartbeat.

It ended shortly after, maybe ten seconds total, but the weight of it remained.

She averted her gaze shyly and looked back up at the sky where the final fireworks were blooming.

"Thank you..."

The fireworks display had ended with a spectacular finale, and everyone was beginning to part ways, heading toward the exits in chattering groups.

Selene’s voice called out from nearby. "Alright girls, let’s go home!"