A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

Lyra trembled as Andras’ cool fingers brushed against her cheek, his purple eyes staring into hers with an intensity that made her heart race. She could feel the heat of his body, so close to hers, and it sent a shiver down her spine. His lips were firm and insistent against hers, claiming her mouth in a way that left no doubt about who was in control.

As he kissed her, his hands roamed over her body possessively. He grabbed at the fabric of her maid uniform, tearing it open with a harsh tug. Buttons flew everywhere as he exposed the creamy skin beneath. Lyra gasped into the kiss, feeling both terrified and aroused by his roughness.

Andras broke away from their kiss abruptly, leaving Lyra panting for air. ”Strip,” he commanded coldly. ”I want you naked.”

Lyra hesitated for only a moment before obeying him without question. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the remains of her uniform until she was standing before him completely bare.

She could feel his eyes raking over her body, taking in every curve and dip. Lyra’s gaze drifted down to the prominent bulge straining against Andras’ pants and she swallowed hard.

”Undress me,” Andras ordered next, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. ”I want to see you on your knees.”

Lyra sank to the floor obediently, her hands shaking as she reached for his belt. She undid it clumsily before popping open the button of his pants and slowly lowering the zipper.

Andras’ huge cock sprang free as soon as she tugged his underwear down and Lyra couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it. He was so big - easily nine inches long and thick enough that her fingers barely met around him when she wrapped a hand around his shaft experimentally.

Lyra looked up at Andras with wide, fearful eyes as he loomed above her. ”Will...will it even fit?” she whispered tremulously.

Andras smirked down at her cruelly. ”It will fit,” he promised darkly. ”And it will break you. Now open your mouth and suck my cock like the good little whore you are.”

Lyra obediently parted her lips and took Andras into her mouth, feeling him stretch her jaw uncomfortably wide as he shoved himself deep down her throat. She gagged around his girth but forced herself to relax, letting him use her mouth however he wanted.

Andras fucked Lyra’s face brutally - gripping a fistful of hair and slamming his hips forward until tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn’t stop until she was choking on his cock, spit dripping down onto her breasts.

Only then did he pull out, leaving Lyra gasping for air with red-rimmed eyes. ”Get on the bed,” he snapped impatiently. ”I’m going to ruin that tight cunt of yours.”

Lyra scrambled up onto the mattress quickly, positioning herself on hands and knees with trembling limbs. She looked back over her shoulder at Andras with a mix of fear and anticipation as he climbed onto the bed behind her.

”I hope you’re ready,”

he taunted cruelly, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. ”Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

Lyra whimpered but spread her thighs wider in silent invitation. Andras lined himself up with her dripping entrance and slammed inside without warning, burying his huge cock balls deep in one brutal thrust.

Lyra screamed at the sudden invasion, feeling like she was being split open by his massive size. She clawed at the sheets as Andras began to pound into her relentlessly - each vicious stroke hitting deep inside of her and making stars explode behind Lyra’s eyes.

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 her back. He 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 shoved Lyra away from him dismissively. She collapsed onto the bed in a shaking heap, covered in sweat and cum and tears.

Andras smirked down at her ruined body .

Andras looked down at Lyra with a faint smirk.

A system’s sound echoed inside his mind. [Ding!]

[Host has completed physical intimacy with a female target.]

[Congratulations. Host has acquired Talent - False Ceiling Break (C-Rank).]

A quiet laugh escaped his lips after reading the notification. His eyes drifted toward Lyra once again. She had already fallen asleep, her breathing slow and uneven beneath the dim candlelight.

Andras rose from the bed and walked toward the window.

The wooden frame creaked softly as he pushed it open. Cold night air entered the room immediately. Beyond the glass, darkness covered the Darkmoor estate. Only a few distant lights remained visible beneath the black sky.

For a moment, he simply stood there in

silence

He had truly entered the world of Rise of the Sword Hero.

Not as the chosen hero.

Not as some legendary figure blessed by fate.

But as Andras Darkmoor-a third-rate

villain meant to disappear halfway through the story.

The thought should have unsettled him.

Instead, it made him smile faintly.

This world possessed things his previous life never could. Magic. Power. Bloodlines. Strength that could crush kingdoms and decide the lives of millions.

Earth suddenly felt small in comparison.

After a while, Andras closed the window and walked toward the bathroom.

Warm water washed away the sweat from his body.

When he finished, he stood in front of the mirror quietly. His pale reflection stared back at him through the dim light. White hair. Sharp features. Purple eyes that carried none of the hesitation of his former world.

Even now, it still felt unreal.

He had died once already.

Yet somehow, he had opened his eyes inside the body of a villain from a novel he used to read.

And this time... he had no intention of remaining a side character in someone else’s story.

Andras returned to the bed and lay beside Lyra once more.

Then he closed his eyes as silence swallowed the room.