A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: A Walk Through the Night[r-18]

Chapter 14

Andras picked up the rope that Lyra had placed near the bed and told Lyra to come closer to the bed.

He flicked rope against his palm menacingly as Lyra stopped at the foot of the bed.

"I’m going to tie you up," he informed her flatly. "Going to bind you so tight that all you can do is take what I give you."

Lyra shuddered but held still as Andras began to wind lengths of rope around her body expertly.He started at her wrists, tying them together tightly enough that the circulation was cut off.

Lyra gasped at the sudden restriction but didn’t protest.

Next, Andras looped the rope under Lyra’s breasts before crisscrossing it over them like a corset, pushing the soft mounds up enticingly. He tied it off in the front before moving down to Lyra’s hips and thighs, binding her legs together at the ankles.

Lyra was left standing there, arms trapped behind her back and body completely

immobilized by the intricate web of ropes. She felt dizzy from the lack of blood flow to her head but also incredibly aroused - helpless and at Andras’ mercy.

Andras circled around Lyra slowly like a predator stalking its prey. He trailed one finger over her bound breasts teasingly before pinching a nipple hard enough to make her cry out.

"You look so pretty like this," he taunted cruelly. "All trussed up for me."

Lyra could only whimper in response, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes from both pain and humiliation.

But even as she cried out, she could feel herself growing wetter between her thighs.

Andras noticed too - leaning down to inhale deeply near Lyra’s dripping cunt with a dark chuckle. "So eager for me already," he mocked cruelly.

"I haven’t even really started yet."

Lyra shuddered at the implication but held still as Andras’s hands roaming over Lyra’s bound body roughly .

He groped and squeezed every inch of soft flesh he could reach - twisting nipples cruelly and dipping into Lyra’s soaked folds to finger fuck her hard.

Lyra sobbed brokenly as Andras used her so ruthlessly - both physically and emotionally.

Andras finally freed his massive cock from his pants, stroking it to full hardness as he admired Lyra’s tear-streaked face. "I’m going to fuck you now," he growled. "Going to ruin your tight little cunt with my big cock."

Lyra could only whimper in response - both terrified and thrilled at the prospect. Andras grabbed her hips roughly, lifting her up onto the bed before slamming inside of her without warning.

Lyra screamed at the sudden invasion - feeling like she was being split open by his huge size. She clawed at the sheets beneath her as Andras began to pound into her relentlessly - each vicious stroke hitting deep inside of her.

It was too much - the pain, the pleasure, the sheer overwhelming fullness of being stuffed so completely...but some dark part of Lyra reveled in it all. Reveled in being used so roughly by a man who cared nothing for her comfort or pleasure.

She could feel herself tightening around Andras’ pistoning cock as he continued to rail into her from behind. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave and she screamed his name brokenly as she came undone beneath him.

Andras fucked Lyra through every last shuddering aftershock before finally pulling out and flipping her onto h. Her backe hauled Lyra’s legs up over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he slammed back inside of her spasming cunt.

Lyra wailed at the new angle feeling even more full than before. Andras gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked it hard as he pounded into her ruthlessly.

"Take it," he snarled. "Take my cock like a good little slut.

Lyra could only whimper incoherently in response, feeling herself being used for Andras’ pleasure alone. She knew she would do anything he wanted, no matter how cruel or degrading.

With one final brutal thrust, Andras buried himself deep inside Lyra’s convulsing cunt and came with a guttural groan. He pumped load after load of hot cum into her greedy hole until it was leaking out around his cock. Lyra shuddered through another mind-blowing orgasm as she felt him filling her up so completely. Finally spent, Andras pulled out and She collapsed onto the bed in a shaking heap, covered in sweat and cum and tears.

She had fallen asleep.

Andras glanced at her sleeping face before shifting his gaze to the rope that still bound her wrists. For a moment, he remained silent.

Then, without a word, he slowly loosened the rope and set it aside.

Afterward, he headed toward the bath.

Warm water washed away the lingering scent of alcohol and the fatigue of the day. By the time he finished, however, he still felt no desire to sleep. Having spent part of the day resting, his mind remained unusually alert.

Instead, his thoughts drifted toward the Darkmoor Estate and how it might appear at night.

Curious, he stepped outside.

The corridor was quiet.

Only the faint glow of mana lamps embedded within the stone walls illuminated the darkness. Their pale blue light stretched across the polished floor, casting long shadows throughout the manor.

As Andras walked, he found himself noticing details he had overlooked before.

Intricate carvings decorated the black pillars supporting the halls.

Faint enchantment lines were woven into the architecture itself, hidden so seamlessly that most visitors would never notice them.

Beneath everything, powerful protective wards pulsed quietly through the estate like an invisible heartbeat.

The deeper he looked, the more apparent it became that House Darkmoor possessed far more than wealth alone.

From the memories left behind by the original Andras, he recalled that the estate contained a private garden reserved exclusively for members of the ducal family.

Deciding to see it for himself, he followed a stone pathway that curved away from the main building.

It did not take long before he arrived.

The garden was exactly what one would expect from one of the most powerful noble families in the kingdom.

Elegant.

Refined.

Almost unreal.

Pale moonflowers bloomed among perfectly trimmed hedges, releasing a faint fragrance into the cool night air.

Bioluminescent plants lined the pathways, glowing softly in shades of silver and blue.

At the center stood a small marble fountain. Water flowed endlessly from its surface without producing the slightest sound, guided by a delicate water rune etched into its base.

The entire garden felt peaceful.

Almost dreamlike.

A gentle breeze stirred the branches overhead.

Far above, the night sky stretched endlessly across the horizon, clear and untouched by clouds. Countless stars shimmered overhead like scattered fragments of crystal embedded within dark velvet.

For a moment, Andras simply stood there.

Watching.

Listening.

Existing.

Eventually, he lowered himself onto the cool grass.

The silence settled around him naturally.

For perhaps the first time since arriving in this world, there was nothing demanding his attention.

No system notifications.

No calculations.

No responsibilities.

Only the quiet of the night and the vast sky above.

Time passed unnoticed.

Then—

A voice broke the silence from behind him.

"Andras..."

The familiar voice carried a hint of surprise.

"What are you doing here?"