Julian D’Aurelius was never meant to live.
In this world, villains exist for one reason—to fall. They scheme, they rise, they steal the spotlight… and then they die. Betrayed. Abandoned. Erased so the hero can shine.
Julian knows this.
Because he remembers every timeline.
Every backstab waiting in the dark.
Every “loyal” ally destined to sell him out.
Every romance scripted to end in blood.
The moment he awakens inside the body of the story’s doomed antagonist, he’s bound to the hidden Tyrant System—a cold, calculating force that demands one thing:
If villains always die… then become the kind of villain fate cannot kill.
So Julian reshapes himself.
Cruel when necessary.
Charming when useful.
Untouchable when it matters.
He plays the monster perfectly—while secretly tearing apart the threads of destiny from the shadows.
But here’s the problem.
The more he tries to distance himself from the female leads…
The more they drift toward him.
The innocent campus beauty.
The sharp-tongued heiress.
The aloof genius meant to stand beside the hero.
One by one, the women who were supposed to orbit the protagonist begin circling Julian instead.
And there’s something even more dangerous— All of them can hear his inner voice.
Every cold calculation.
Every sarcastic thought.
Every hidden plan.
All heroines hears it all.
But Julian has no idea.
This is an urban-fantasy battlefield of ambition, romance, power games, and fate rewritten. The protagonist is trying to avoid the heroines. The heroines? They’re slowly falling anyway.
And the more Julian resists destiny…
The more destiny seems obsessed with him.

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In a story where villains are supposed to die— He intends to outlive the author himself.

The Night Two Souls Became One [Part -2] [R -18]


Her pussy welcomed his entering into it with so tight and so full as if it was just for him, and Felberta cried out as it happened... It was nothing, or rather anything that her body has ever felt before. She felt… something that her body has never felt... In its inner part… that sensation was so full, she almost could not accept...


Then it was the tightness... Of the thing moving inside her like going to fill...


Then pain... Short, just briefly, and then...


Felberta cried out while she arches on the bed and her nails dig into his shoulder. His thing was so thick, so deep, filling up her entire pussy, in a way that she has never imagined, her pussy was so full and the sensation, this wonderful, terrible sensation that she could barely hold in, but the pain… was just nothing compared with the pleasure. She only felt… him…


Chapter 374 - The Night Two Souls Became One [Part -2] [R -18]