I Only Summon Villainesses

My lungs tightened, and my throat went dry. At this point, it was getting difficult to dominate any semblance of control over my body—my heart pounding fast and loud, my breath steamy and shaky, even my hardening cock. The more she pressed her thighs against it, the harder it grew.

Her smile was ravenous. She looked hungry—but not in any conventional sense. Her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks flushed red with desire.

She withdrew her face for a beat, smiling like a goddess of pleasure and desire.

“Otherworlder,” she purred. “What’s your name?”

I swallowed before answering.

“Cade,” I said. “Cade Marlowe.”

The edge of her smile turned dangerous as she moved her hand.

“Okay, Cade.” She took my hand and guided it to her waist, sliding it down until it rested at the top of her ass. Tilting her head, she whispered, “Have you ever touched a woman like this before, Cade?”

I gulped. My throat went sand-dry, my lips trembling, even my cheeks twitching.

I’d never been in a situation like this—never even held a woman’s breasts in my hands. And where my palm rested now, it threatened to tremble. That’s when I realized the truth about every gooner like me:

All talk, no action.

But tonight, that would change. Tonight, I’d break that nature—I’d ascend into a different world. The world of a predator.

Looking back, I still can’t tell if it was a good decision—or if anything would’ve changed had I not done it. Had I not hardened my heart and suddenly gripped a generous handful of her ass such that it almost spilled in between my fingers.

She gasped, eyes wide, my nervous face twisting into a shaky grin. Her smile froze mid-curve.

I met her gaze.

“Truth be told,” I murmured, “I’ve never done this before.” I slid my second hand beneath her skirt—which was already slipping down. “But I’ve dreamt of this day all my life.”

I lifted her—almost buckled under her weight—but managed to throw her onto the bed. She yelped, curling up like a startled fox, still reeling from my sudden boldness.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,” I said, stepping closer. “Not when I’m finally matching your energy.”

She was quiet for a moment, eyes unreadable. Then a slow, honeyed smile curved her lips.

“No, fool,” she breathed. “You’re so hot right now I can feel myself leaking.”

She grabbed my hand, slid it between her thighs—and I felt it: slick, warm, and slightly slimy against her skin.

“You feel that?” she whispered, locking eyes with me. “That’s because of you.”

My heart thundered. This wasn’t the effect of Summoner’s Touch amplifying her desire—it was me. My confidence. My control. Maybe the rumors were right; women really did love confidence.

And since it was working, why stop?

I didn’t pull away. My hand trailed higher, gliding up her inner thigh. She shifted beneath my touch, closing her eyes for a heartbeat, shoulders trembling as each slow stroke drew a gasp from her.

Then her eyes opened again—half-lidded, fixed on me. Something in them had changed. They looked the same, yet completely different. That gaze alone made my erection pulse with sharp, feral heat.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” I warned softly, “I might not go easy on you.”

Then my fingers brushed the edge of her clit. She whimpered.

“Oh… yeah.”

Her eyes locked on mine again—defiant, daring me to push further. To claim her completely.

I shifted her up the bed and climbed over her like a predator, our eyes locked as I knelt between her legs. Something in that gaze deepened—heat, hunger, something primal—and before I could react, she lunged up, grabbed my collar, and crashed her lips against mine.

Our mouths met in a violent melt of pleasure, each pulse of contact sending lightning through every nerve in my body, all of it centering on one place—my mountain.

As our tongues tangled, wet and hungry, I slid a hand over her breast and began to knead, savoring the weight and warmth in my palm.

“Gentle now, Cade,” she breathed against my lips. “A woman my age doesn’t like to be handled roughly.”

That was when it hit me—she was older.

’Jackpot!’

I kissed down her neck, tasting her skin, sucking softly as I went lower. My fingers moved with care, rolling over her curves, squeezing just enough to feel the give of her flesh. Her breasts were so soft they almost spilled through my fingers—like warm water in motion. The artistry of her body defied anything words could carry.

All I knew was that my cock hardened with new resolve.

I kissed my way to her chest, mouthing at her tits, teasing her until I reached her nipples.

“Ahhn… yes… there. Suck it,” she moaned, breath fastening in an alluring manner..

Her voice cracked under pleasure as she gripped my jet-black hair. I obeyed her with slow, deliberate sucks, circling her nipples with my tongue, savoring the tremors in her breath.

“Cade—touch me… touch me there—ahhn, fuck, touch me.”

I wanted to obey, but some darker instinct told me to make her beg.

My hands slid between her thighs, stopping just short of where she wanted them. Instead of plunging in, I slapped lightly against her clit, rubbed, gripped, and teased the edges until she gasped.

She moaned, hips twitching, fingers tightening in my hair as if trying to anchor herself.

“What are you doing?” she managed to laugh breathlessly. “I said use your fingers.”

I met her gaze, grinning wickedly.

“Yeah… you asked me to. You didn’t beg me to.”

Her whole body shuddered. The confident, mature woman from moments ago vanished—what remained was something softer, flushed, trembling. A beautiful mess of need.

My chest thudded with pride as something inside me shifted.

[Emperor’s Presence has been subconsciously activated]

[All beings within one hundred meters will be intimidated by your presence, especially your Spirit Summon]

’Oh?’

She bit her lip, trying to look away.

“Please… put it in?”

I grinned wider, ignoring the floating message but feeling its truth ripple through the air.

“You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to fuck you.”

Her lips quivered, her breath shallow. My hand kept circling, sliding across the slick heat between her thighs.

“Please, Cade,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me. Put your manhood in me. Please…”

A surge of dark satisfaction rushed through me.

’Now for the main dish.’