The Villain Saves The Male Lead

Once Sylvia returned from the bathroom, she turned small again. She promptly climbed into Ren's pocket and dozed off.

Ren cast a memory spell on the King of Dune Country and awakened his minions.

The King blinked at Ren in confusion, as if seeing him for the first time. Then his face twisted in agony.

"Your Majesty seems to be unwell," Ren said sanctimoniously, looking at the minions. "Please take him back to rest. In any case, I apologise that I have no intention of opening a new office in Dune Country, and I do not have the bandwidth to execute a project in Dune Country, either. Perhaps we can collaborate sometime in the future. My apologies that your trip was in vain, Your Majesty."

"We'll meet again, CEO Ren," the King muttered, his jaws clenched in pain. There was no suspicion in his eyes, Pax noted. Ren's memory spell had terrifying efficacy!

"I could recommend a good hospital if Your Majesty wishes," Ren said politely.

"No need," one of the minions said, helping the King up. "Our best imperial physician travels with us."

"Then please proceed quickly and carefully," Ren said. "His Majesty seems very uncomfortable."

The King of Dune Country left with his minions.

Soon after they left, Ren fell back into his chair, exhausted. Pax eyed him worriedly.

"Did you overstretch your magic again?" Pax demanded.

Ren smiled wryly, a thin trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. "A little bit," he murmured. "I really need to train more..."

"Rest for a while, then," Pax said kindly. "I'll hold people off for today."

"Thanks, bro," Ren muttered and dropped his head on the table.

Pax sighed, glanced at his watch and called Fang.

Half an hour later, Fang turned up at Sirocco with a large bag of food and the three furballs in his arms.

"He's still sleeping?" Fang asked Pax anxiously.

Pax nodded. "He's fine over all, though - just exhausted because he's overdrawn his magic. I checked," he told Fang.

Fang nodded absently and quickly went to Ren's side. He touched Ren's forehead and sent a strand of his magic into the older man to check for damage.

Pax was right. Ren was all right. Fang shared some of his own magical energy with Ren, and some colour returned to Ren's cheeks.

Sylvia poked her head out of Ren's pocket. Papa? she asked sleepily. Is that horrible man gone?

Fang nodded and stroked her head gently. She nudged his fingers affectionately and went back to sleep.

Big Sister used too much magic. Smoke commented.

Fang looked at Pax. "Tell me everything," he demanded.

Pax narrated everything exactly as it had happened.

Fang frowned. "Ren didn't tell you what magic he cast later?" he asked.

Pax shook his head. "Should be something interesting, though!" he remarked.

"I'm sure," Fang said dryly. "What I'm worried about is whether it was a one time thing or if it's going to be a constant drain on Ren's magic. If it's the latter, we may as well withdraw it and figure out some other way to deal with this lecher!"

Fang was disgusted and angry with the incident, and his heart held a sliver of fear. What if... something had happened to Ren...? What if Pax and Sylvia hadn't been there, and Ren's magic hadn't been enough to protect him...?

The King of Dune Country went back to his homeland the very next morning, since his imperial physician was unable to find anything wrong with him. Ren had even healed Sylvia's bite and hidden away the poison, so it would only take effect when the King had dirty thoughts. Naturally, he wouldn't have any for his eighty year old physician, so there was absolutely nothing to find.

Back in Dune Country, no doctors were able to find anything wrong medically...and after a month, they came to the conclusion that the King was suffering from a psychological disorder caused by excessive lust, which had reversed his psyche and rendered him unable to even harbour such thoughts now. Thus, the King of Dune Country gradually adapted to a life of celibacy and abstinence to keep himself from unbearable agony.

Once his reason returned, though, despite his altered memory, he deduced that something must have happened with CEO Ren...the King knew very well that he wouldn't have visited CEO Ren merely to talk about business matters - any of his minions could have done that. No, CEO Ren was a very attractive man, and his partner even more so...could it be that CEO Ren had used some unorthodox techniques to harm the King and that was the cause of his affliction...? If so, he'd crush that CEO Ren's fragile looking throat with his own hands...or, perhaps, he could do it to Fang while Ren watched...how wonderful it would be to see them so desperately struggling to save the other from his clutches...how beautiful it would be to extract his revenge for how miserable CEO Ren had made him...

Unfortunately, even though the King of Dune Country had chanced upon the truth, he had done so in an international meeting with several reigning monarchs and dignitaries from other countries.

And Ren's second magical spell was activated by the King's malicious thoughts...

The next moment, the King felt itchy all over, as of thousands of ants were biting him everywhere. He frantically began taking off his clothes, much to the dismay of his own entourage and the disgust of the other monarchs and high-ranking dignitaries and others in the meeting.

The King's minions immediately swarmed the press, snatching away their cameras and recording equipment as a few of them desperately tried to stop the king from stripping completely. However, they could neither manage to stop the king nor prevent everyone from taking pictures. A young intern even secretly filmed a video and posted it online, with the title 'A Royal Striptease'!

Needless to say, all trade negotiations with Dune Country was suspended immediately and indefinitely!