A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

"Haha" The heavy Mayor Beryn lounged on the enormous king-sized bed, his naked, bloated body sinking into the plush cushions as he turned his gaze towards the maids, his body aligned with the ceiling.

Lying on the plush, cushioned bed like a big buffalo, with his cock firmly erect, throbbing as he smirked, running a hand through his greasy hair, eyes gleaming with lust as he surveyed the room full of maids.

Three of them were already stripped bare, kneeling around him as he climbed onto the bed, their faces a mix of forced obedience and discomfort. The thought of gaining favor by providing a means of pleasure during the night was indeed embarrassing.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, mingling in the dimly lit room.

Mayor Beryn licked his lips, his fat fingers lazily tracing over the nearest maid's thigh.

"Come here, little thing," he slurred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Y-yes..." The maid, a slender woman with wide eyes, hesitated before crawling toward him, her eyes flickering to the others for reassurance.

Her body was tense, but she obeyed nonetheless, inching closer until her face was level with his thick, swollen stomach.

"Don't be shy now," Beryn crooned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her up toward his face.

"Kyaaa~!—Mmphh?!" She winced but didn't resist as he pressed his thick, wet lips against hers, the kiss sloppy and overwhelming.

"Slurp....Mnnhh..."

His breath was heavy, smelling of wine, and his belly jiggled slightly as he pulled her further into him.

"Unghh....Nmmhphh—?!" One of his hands groped her breasts roughly, causing her to gasp against his mouth.

"S-sir Berlyn, let us help you", Meanwhile, the other maids worked their way around him, their hands moving over his flabby skin, trying their best to keep him entertained.

GULP

Slurp

"AAaaaa.....cough!...Haah Haah..." One was pressed between his massive thighs, her mouth hesitantly trying to wrap around the head of his cock.

"Hohoho", It was thick and heavy, and the sight of her struggling to take it in made Beryn chuckle darkly.

"Good girl," he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure as he thrust his hips forward, shoving more of his cock into her mouth.

"Khwack?!—cough!?" She gagged slightly, her hands gripping his thighs as she tried to keep up with his greedy pace. "Take it all, go on."

"S-sir B-berlyn" The third maid, with trembling hands, straddled him, her small frame dwarfed by his massive gut.

"Come here!" Beryn's fingers gripped her waist, guiding her down onto his shaft as the maid below worked her mouth around the base.

Paaah~

"Hngh!—AannGhhh!... it's stretching me...!" The moment she sank down onto him, she let out a sharp cry, her back arching as she was filled, the fat ugly cock spreading her painfully wide.

"Too tight, girl," he grunted.

Smack

"IIEEEK?!—It's so deep… Ugh... I can't take it!"

Slapping her ass as he forced her down further, the maid whimpering as she was forced to take all of him.

"S-sir Berlyn"

"Slurp....Mnnnhh....Umhh"

The other maids continued their duties, their hands and mouths moving in sync, their faces flushed as they tried to maintain his pace.

Pah pah pah

"S-slow down… please, it's too tight!"

"No more… I can't… aah!"

The room filled with the sounds of wet slapping and muffled moans, the nobleman's heavy breathing punctuating the chaotic scene.

"Haah....Haah.... yes... just like that… perfect!"

His belly quivered with each movement, his hands wandering over their bodies, greedy and rough.

"Ahnggh...Kughh....Hngh" The maids' discomfort was evident, their expressions tense as they tried to please him, but Beryn didn't care.

His satisfaction was all that mattered.

"Oh yes, damn...it's good!" Beryn let out a loud groan as the maid riding him finally managed to take him fully—not just bouncing on half of his cock's length—her body trembling from the effort.

"That's it," he growled, his hips bucking up into her, forcing her to bounce on his cock. "Tight little thing, aren't you?"

"Ahh... Uh-huh... I can't... it's too deep..." Her moans were soft, almost pitiful, as she tried to keep up with his demands.

His fat fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements as the maid below continued to work her mouth over the base of his cock, her tongue swirling around him as she struggled to keep up, his balls still carrying the pubic hair, making it hard to lick them or gobble.

Squelnch Squelnch

phack phack phack

"Hngh~! Angh~! Heukk~!?"

"Yes, very good."

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the maids' soft whimpers mixing with sir Beryn's heavy groans.

His body heaved with pleasure, his cock buried deep inside the maid on top of him as he reached his peak.

"Ugh, take it!"

Phack!

"HEEUKKK~!!"

With a guttural growl, Beryn slammed the maid down onto him one last time, his cock twitching as he came, flooding her with his release.

"AAHHH.....Ahhh....hnghhh"

Her body tensed, her eyes wide as she felt the hot, thick cum filling her up.

"Haah....Haaahhh...." The maid below pulled back, gasping for air, her lips and chin coated in his seed as it overflowed.

"Hahahaha" Beryn laughed, his chest heaving as he leaned back against the pillows, the maids collapsing around him, spent and exhausted.

"Good night, my little holes...good nig...Yawn", Berlyn Finally, lying naked on the bed with his bulky body lying, slowly fall into sleep, closing his eyes as a smile tucked on his face, feeling entertained after a long time given the lord of land was not present here.

Normally, engaging in pleasure was dangerous if the Lord was present in the Croceaus territory, as he always summoned mayors for meetings at any time and made them work constantly. But now, it was a relief and a heavenly feeling as Berlyn fell asleep.

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Outside the mansion, moonlight bathed the entire area in a cold, silvery glow, reaching its peak. The air was infused with the subtle aroma of lightly scented flowers, complemented by a refreshing breeze that rustled the leaves.

"It seems it's going to rain today?" one of the guards broke the silence, loosening his grip on his rifle. He shifted it into one hand to stretch out the other, which was cramping from holding it for so long.

"Why? The moon is clearly visible," the other guard replied, raising an eyebrow at his colleague's nonsense. He scanned the night sky, where the moonlight and stars shimmered brightly.

"Idiot, can't you see over there? Dark clouds are rolling in," the first guard said, his brow furrowing as he pointed toward the horizon. There, an inky mass seemed to be creeping toward them, obscuring the starlit sky.

"Dark clouds?" The second guard narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on the growing shadow. As he peered into the darkness, his gaze widened in realization. "That's not just dark clouds! There's someone there!"

A palpable sense of dread washed over him, tied to the ominous energy radiating from that direction. Instinctively, he lifted his rifle, feeling an overwhelming killing intent aimed straight at him. Though he was just an ordinary human, the chill that ran down his spine made it clear: whoever or whatever was approaching was no mere threat.