Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

Amelia barely opened her eyes as she rubbed her forehead, feeling dizzy. Her mind seemed to be spinning before she saw Damien's head tilted towards Emilia, approaching her to kiss her. "Um... Damien? What are you doing?"

"Tch." His body halted in mid-motion, a raised eyebrow clearly displaying his annoyance towards the woman who had rudely disrupted him at such a crucial moment. Despite the warm, tired breath still lingering on his skin from Emilia, her wide eyes remained glued to his face. However, Amelia had just spoiled the moment.

"You!" Amelia's mind gained clarity as her gaze snapped to the man who had slapped her moments ago, triggering a flood of memories that caused her to grimace and clutch her head.

Damien chose to ignore her and proceeded with his previous task of kissing Emilia.

Suddenly, Amelia fixed her enraged, reddened eyes at him, crying out in anger. "Who are you? Where is my Damien!?"

'...huh?' However, he paused upon hearing Amelia's remark about his lack of originality. A slight curve formed on his lips, eventually transforming into a devilish smile. With narrowed eyes, he looked at her and said in a firm tone, "How hypocritical of you to expect me to stay quiet when you slap me, yet label me as fake if I retaliate. Quite amusing, isn't it?"

"What?" Amelia's pupil trembled as they looked at him talking to her in such a disrespectful manner after slapping her in front of everyone.

After all, her reputation was completely destroyed due to that slap in front of high society.

"Are you seriously more concerned about your reputation than the fact that you were the one who slapped me first?" Damien let out a quiet sigh before walking over to her and gently crouching down on his toes to meet Amelia at eye level. She was shocked, her pupils trembling, not understanding how he could see through her thoughts. But looking through her face, he added, "So, I was correct, huh?"

Of course, he didn't have some ability to read her thoughts, but just guessed from all the traits he had noticed from this woman.

Firstly, she openly slapped him in front of everyone, showing a blatant disregard for consequences, which made him realize it wasn't her first time.

Secondly, the instant he retaliated and slapped her back, her initial reaction of embarrassment quickly shifted to self-awareness as she noticed how others perceived her vulnerability.

For a woman who wanted to be self-dependent, it wasn't hard for Damien to understand that it was more of a bloated ego of hers, which didn't even care for others while perceiving that.

"N-no, I never..." Amelia stammered while looking in his eyes, which appeared to mock her, though she realized it was her fault to hit him in front of many individuals but in the end, her eyes drifted towards Emilia as she pointed at her, "You!"

'...pretty much expected', Damien, seeing how Amelia—following the same psychology as humans who try to completely change the subject when caught—found a way to escape without raising suspicion as she tried to avoid the whole matter even without apologizing.

Sure, he wasn't irritated because that would only make him want to increase the pain he inflicts on her and possibly lead to the constellations granting more power stones when pleased.

Ultimately, it was simply a routine aspect of his job, whether currently or in the future. Breaking her piece by piece would yield different results compared to a single shot.

"You! What you did to him!" Amelia glared at Emilia, who was taken aback by suddenly becoming a target of her, given the fact that she was herself a victim here under the clutches of that devil who was smiling while leaning near Amelia.

Amelia's anger arose from the fact that it all started the moment this woman entered their lives, not that her anger was solely Emilia's fault.

Despite the situation, Amelia made a conscious choice to keep her composure. Rather than directly addressing Damien's apparent use of this woman, she opted to wait for the right moment.

Once Damien's emotions settled and he returned to his normal self, Amelia planned to have a conversation with him about his actions today, including slapping her and speaking so rudely.

But for now, she needed to calm down Damien even if to make him forget this matter by condemning Emilia for now.

To put it simply: if things weren't in her favor then she will just wait for the whole thing to end.

"S-sorry?" Emilia stammered with her eyes planting towards Damien for some support not able to compose herself due to his previous actions and now the sudden outburst from Amelia had taken her off guard.

"Don't act like this, Emilia Blake, he could be like this but you too?" Amelia pointed her finger towards Emilia with a frown on her chin and her hand supporting her body as she lifted herself up.

'How dreamy,' though Damien had noticed that how Amelia while yelling at Emilia didn't forget to call him an idiot, but stayed silent as he looked towards the episode forecasting with the name: Two booty fighting for one stick.

Who doesn't want to see two beauties fighting over a man?

So, he sat on the blanket lying on the floor before glancing at the nearby vending machine with a smile forming since shouldn't these women will need some cold drink to quench their thirst after the battle.

Now that the battle was mentioned.

Shouldn't the favored son of heaven also be coming here?

"Yeah, I choose you Emilia, attack," Damien stood with a grin as noticed how Emilia was looking at him with a confused gaze causing him to tease her as he made his way towards the vending machine to prepare some special cocktail for particular individuals.

'Y-you devil!', Emilia noticed Damien moving towards the vending machine, leaving her alone to deal with the psychopathic woman who had once supported her but was now condemning her for stealing her man.