I Only Summon Villainesses

A massive gale of wind exploded outward as Kassandra’s leg came crashing down on Derek’s brute of a bodybuilder summon, driving him to his knees. The ground split beneath them, and both plunged through to the floor below.

Screams erupted. Everyone scrambled for cover. In less than a minute of summoning our spirits, the entire arena had devolved into chaos.

“Guys! What are you doing?! Emperor Rex!”

A golden shimmer burst to life around Kai as he finally caught up to the scene. Two other students shouted over the noise.

“Silent Guardian!”

“Azula!”

From above, a golden-armored knight—his crimson cape snapping like fire—dropped into the fray. A second followed, silver and sleek with gold filigree, moving like lightning. Then the air darkened, crackling with energy as a third spirit, a feminine warrior clad in violet-edged armor, joined the others. The three landed between Kassandra and Derek’s summon, steel gleaming under fractured light.

I was on one knee, teeth gritted, watching the chaos close in. With five spirits manifesting at once, the compound felt suffocating.

Kai sprinted toward me, his face tight with worry.

“Cade! We talked about this this morning!”

I tilted my head, managing a faint, crooked smile.

“I’ll be going first.”

My vision flickered. I tried to resist, to gather essence—

’Dammit… need to raise… essence…’

But the thought slipped away, and so did I.

***

“Hhnng… ahhh… fuck…”

The sound dragged me out of unconsciousness.

My eyes fluttered open. White light spilled from the ceiling above—soft, sterile.

I jerked upright, half expecting to find a guillotine over my neck. Instead, I was in—

“A clinic?”

“Ahhh, yes—fuck, yes… mmm…”

The voice made my heart skip. Not the sound itself—the tone. After three years on a laptop, I knew that rhythm anywhere.

I glanced around. The bed beside mine was empty.

It’s coming from over there.

Moving quietly, I slipped off my sheets and crept toward the next curtained space. I tugged it aside—and froze.

A woman with lustrous amber hair leaned back on the bed, one hand gripping her breast, pinching her nipple until it blushed, the other buried deep between her thighs. Her hips trembled with every thrust of her fingers as soft, broken moans escaped her lips.

The wet slap of flesh filled the silence. Her pale blue shirt hung open beneath a white coat, her breasts spilling free, full and flushed. A pink lace panty clung to one thigh, pushed aside by her own shaking hand.

’The nurse!’

My pulse thudded. She was supposed to be treating me—yet there she was, lost in herself.

And gods help me, I couldn’t look away.

’This is my chance!’

It hit me—this could be my chance to finally lose my virginity.

Opportunities like this didn’t just fall from the heavens. They were miracles—like waking up one day to find a horny stepsister who couldn’t get satisfaction anywhere else, and somehow, your conveniently placed dick was the divine solution.

This was it. The legendary manhwa plot convenience. Tears nearly welled up. After all my suffering, the gods were finally letting me witness glory.

’Now, just don’t blow this…’

I braced myself to quietly part the curtain, but the moment I moved, nerves seized me. My foot caught on the bedsheet, and I toppled forward—straight out of hiding.

The nurse gasped as I crashed beside her. My head landed squarely on her breasts, face sinking into its softness with her nipples poking my left cheek while my lower body dangled awkwardly off the bed. Mortified but desperate not to ruin the moment, I pressed my palms to the mattress and lifted myself like I was doing push-ups.

She froze. Arms over her chest, thighs clamped together, wide brown eyes locked on me in shock.

As I rose, her gaze drifted downward—and her expression shifted from confusion to stunned disbelief.

“What in the world… did you put a rod in there?!”

I followed her gaze. My eyes suddenly widened too.

I wasn’t selling it short when I bragged about being big before, but this… even I was impressed.

“I swear, it’s all natural!” I blurted, awkwardly thrusting my hips back to hide the erection.

Still staring, she raised one trembling hand, measuring the air like she was checking a weapon’s length.

“Oh, bless the gods—it’s even longer than my arm.”

Her shock melted into something sharper. A fox’s smile curved her lips as she looked down at my trousers.

“Maybe if it’s you,” she murmured, biting a finger, “it might actually work.”

’Work?’ My mind stumbled. ’What the hell does that mean?’

“Nurse, I—”

Before I could finish, she lunged. Her fingers hooked my collar, slamming me lightly against the wall.

Today, apparently, everyone had decided grabbing my shirt was a national sport—but this time, I wasn’t complaining.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, her breath hot against my skin. One of her legs slid forward, teasing between mine as her eyes burned with something sinful.

“Otherworlder,” she whispered, voice dripping heat, “do you know about nirvana?”

“Eh? Uhmm…”

Her grin deepened, and her tongue traced a slow line along my neck.

“I’m going to fuck you until I reach it,” she purred. “Don’t worry—since you’re injured, I’ll do all the work.”

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