Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Afraid of what Charles was going to do at this point, Nathalie pondered that it wouldn't be as cruel as she was in right now, lest he already noticed that she was awake not too long ago.

But never did she think that he would've poured some water from a leather hug he had on his black leather gloved hand.

The water continued to cascade, drenching her scalp to her unbridled, disheveled fringes and to her face. 

It didn't help that it went down to her neck, then entered her chest enough to wet half the region of her torso.

From the container trickled about a few drops of it that was left, her soaked outfit still continued to spread out, even etching the stark lines of her pink brassiere seen from it.

All this time, Nathalie pressed her lips thin while scrunching her face in disdain for how she was treated but she knew she had to endure it, at least for now.

"My Lady, did you enjoy your quick bath?" A deep yet dry chuckle escaped Charles's lips for a moment. "Perhaps, an imposter…"

'How much humiliation do I have to take?!'

Unable to take it in anymore, she squirmed for a while with a moan then arched her neck with a stern gaze. 

Although, she didn't give up as she scribbled words as she tilted to the side.

"You confiscated— surely seen Blackwell Household insignia, are you impertinent—?!"

After which, her arm got dragged up, and she had no choice but to yelp inaudibly from his sheer strength. 

Out of instinct, she tip-toed herself while swaying her body almost out of balance but he tugged her several times, trying to get her attention but she still averted her gaze.

"Still have a feisty attitude, don't you?" Charles let out a low growl, and his warm breath hit her left shoulder, which had waves of shiver coursing through her body.

'What is he even…'

Her back was so close to his broad chest, and when he began sniffing, she became all the more trembling in place.

Fortunately she had pain tolerance but even so, her bones were almost on the verge of snapping from his grip.

Nathalie bit her lip after a short nibble, and gazed on her necklace at how dull the gem it became.

"I know you're Lady Mystique when I saw you there; be grateful I was putting up an act in front of them, alright?" He then huffed out, pushing her away and she crashed to the wall. 

With a thud on the side of his head and her right arm, a twitch came from her eyes as she tried to gain a foothold and then lean against it.

"But it was also a good test to validate the rumors and hear this sultry voice of yours, yes?"

'This scoundrel…'

Her body was still not close to being well, yet she had to put up with his farce; although he had no choice. With her powers limited, it was hard to have such resistance, and as much as she had to rely on Ashtra, she couldn't.

Not even a mental connection with Ashtra was viable.

He then voiced out with such mockery at her, "Although I was so sure you had a companion earlier… What happened, who was that?"

Nathalie squirmed a little, especially wringing her hands, for a chance to respond but she ended up grazing over his pants.

"I knew you were one nasty woman, but I've never thought you'd be this too desperate." He then guffawed then all of a sudden, her ears perked up when the sudden clink of his belt rang.

She widened her eyes and shook her head vehemently at the same time.

However, he scoffed at her, "You think I would do it enough and fuck a damn wicked woman like you?! Dream on. You're not worth my seed!" 

Nathalie slumped her shoulders, perhaps it was better not to face him, for it painted nothing but ridicule and disgust onto her. Nothing would get past his senses, when he was raising his voice and tone too pointed.

Charles got too blinded by his anger, and she didn't even know how to interact with him and probably rest her case.

When she thought about enduring and taking in his frustration a little bit longer, she noticed that the knot and tie on her wrist loosened up.

Blinking her eyes, she pondered, 'What does he want now?'

After which, he grabbed her shoulders, turning them around as she now faced his stature. She ended up leaning against the wall once more, and she didn't want to breathe when his palms struck the walls.

'He's so close…'

His piercing eyes intensified as he got close to her, about a few inches away. Though he had a smirk that crept his lips when he rummaged his hand into his pocket.

Another dimension pocket, and the surprise didn't stop there.

From there, he pulled out like a wooden hoop with intricate woven net on it and underneath it had dangling feathers and gemstones.

'A dreamcatcher—?!' Her eyes widened when she realized it was an artifact, a dangerous one at that. 

For a moment, her heart dropped when realization dawned befell her.

'The Critter Cell!'

Nathalie knew Ashtra was a juggernaut but with the aftermath, he was now bound to her, which also bore another weakness.

Which then pointed out it was still her mishap.

"Oh, you seem not too surprised about this?" He then nodded slowly while pressing his lips thin. "As I expected from you… Too bad; now you're alone." Soon as he pulled away, he then let out a shrug.

'That artifact… My gut tells me that Athan had it— Did he think of controlling Ashtra from the ladies at the ritual if I wasn't there?!'

Goosebumps almost overwhelmed her; from within, she wanted to breakdown how much had he gone further.

But it might be different in this case still...

Also, Nathalie gulped hard when Charles realized he had planned this so much, leaving her dead-end. He must've learned so much from her and waited for a golden opportunity or so at least she wondered.

[What do you want from me?]

"Now we're talking!" Like Charles was victorious, he laughed out loud but stopped when Nathalie remained astute. "Simple."

With his bare hands, he tore her dress apart, leaving so much more of her skin shown beneath her outfit.

'W— What?'

"Join me for a while; I'll bring you to a heartfelt celebration while you walk out of it, like the shameless woman that you are…"