I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!-Chapter 48: Twisted Desires

The Pirate King used his aura and swung his trident in a downward motion. As the trident cut through the air, a deep blue-colored aura blade materialized from the weapon’s tip leaving a trail of ripples in its wake as it sped toward Cassius and Duchess with terrifying speed.

Raijin’s Draw Third Form: Thunder Fall

In the blink of an eye, Cassius raised the katana high above his head, the metal vibrating with raw energy as electric currents crackled and danced along its length.

Then, with a forceful swing, Cassius brought the blade down, and as if answering his command, a bolt of lightning fell, clashing with the deep blue aura blade heading directly toward them.

BOOM!

The deafening roar of the thunder and the crackling hum of the aura blade filled the air as they collided with cataclysmic force.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, the energies neutralized each other.

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But despite the brief moment of victory, Cassius’ face remained grim.

The lingering energy from his Thunder Fall had not only neutralized the Pirate King’s aura blade but also disrupted the concealment scroll that had shielded him and Duchess from detection.

Their positions were now unmistakably revealed—visible to every single pirate.

"Hmmm… what do we have here?" The Pirate King mused, his lips curling into a thin, knowing smile as he studied Cassius with a mixture of curiosity "An Elemental Swordsman," Then, with a flicker of disdain, he continued, "A Genius," the word dripping from his tongue like honey laced with venom.

However, the Pirate King’s tone swiftly shifted, his words now dripping with mockery. "Haha! Though An Unblossomed One,".

His attention then casually darted away from Cassius, as though the swordsman had ceased to matter. Without a second glance, his gaze slid over to the veiled Duchess.

"..."

For a moment, the Pirate King’s smirk faded entirely.

"You... Just how many artifacts are you even wearing? Concealment, Defensive, Counter, Support...

And every single one of them...

Legendary?"

The Pirates standing at the Deck hearing the captain, exchanged glances among each other and then at the Duchess.

"ARRR! WOHOOOOO!"

"BIG FISH! CAP’N! BIG FISH"

"YE’ FOOL TIS A FAT FISH, AYE. A BIG FAT FISH"

The pirates, their faces flushed with excitement and anticipation, erupted into loud cheers. As the cheers of the crew rang out, wild and untamed, Cassius’s jaw clenched and his hand tightened around the handle of his sword.

"SILENCE" the Pirate King’s deep voice embued with aura echoed through the entire dome.

"It’s A Noble. YOU FOOLS."

The sudden silence that followed the Pirate King’s words was thick and suffocating. Cassius stood, his hand still clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword, his mind reeling, from the sudden command given by the Pirate King.

"Who cares about artifacts," the Pirate King sneered, his voice thick with a heavy, lustful, "when you get to enjoy a Noble Lady."

The pirate erupted in cheers again

"I KNEW IT"

"CAP’N! CAP’N!"

"WILL WE GET A CHANCE?"

"Aye, ye’ll get yer chance," the Pirate King growled, a wicked grin playing on his lips, his voice thick with malice. "But remember, ye scallywags…" He paused, letting the moment long enough for every eye to be locked on him. "She’s mine first."

Raijin’s Draw Firs-

Cassius’s fingers gripped the hilt, his entire body taut with fury, ready to tear through the pirates who dared to look at the Duchess with such vile lust in their eyes. But as he pulled, a deep shock hit him. His sword—his weapon, his soul—refused to come free.

Cassius froze. The feeling of his sword not coming free had not been the result of some mysterious force or a fault in his own body. No, the truth hit him in an instant. The weight he felt, the pressure on the hilt—wasn’t from his own hand.

It was from the Pirate King.

Cassius could feel the heavy, rancid stench of cheap ale flood his senses as the Pirate King’s presence loomed over him, impossibly close. The breath reeked of rot and sour liquor, making Cassius’ stomach churn. The Pirate King’s hand was firmly placed on the top of the sword hilt, his grip cold and mocking, effectively trapping the blade in its sheath.

’When’ Cassius had always taken pride in his speed—his reflexes, honed by years of training and combat, had never failed him. One moment, the Pirate King was meters away, surrounded by the chaos of the crew. The next, he was standing inches from Cassius.

Cassius’ body tensed, his instincts screaming to react, but he was too slow. The Pirate King’s eyes, dark and filled with contempt, bore down on him like a predator sizing up its prey.

The Pirate King’s eyes looked down on him and said "A knight is not needed between a master and his new slave."

In the blink of an eye, Cassius felt something sharp and blinding hit his cheek—a crack of force that sent a shockwave through his skull. His senses exploded in a haze of pain, his body whipped sideways with such brutal speed that he couldn’t even register what had happened.

Before he could react, the world spun violently around him. The deck beneath his feet vanished, and his vision blurred as he was sent flying, his body propelled by the Pirate King’s unseen strike.

He collided with the wood, tumbling across the rough surface like a ragdoll caught in a storm. His breath was knocked from him, his chest heaving as he scrambled to regain his bearings.

He crashed into the side of the deck, the cold wood digging into his side, and he could feel the jagged edge of the ship’s railing threatening to send him into the merciless sea below.

For a split second, he thought the weight of his own body might pull him over the edge, but with the last of his remaining strength, he twisted, managing to roll his body just enough to avoid the deadly fall.

Cassius right cheek had swelled grotesquely, a deep purple bruise already forming, and his jaw ached with every strained breath he took.

"This insect managed to stay on the ship, it seems he also wants to watch his mistress without her clothes becoming a slave to the pirates. Well, who am I to stop his desire?"

Cassius’s vision blurred even further, his breath labored, yet those words, those insults, were like a slap in the face, every syllable twisting the knife deeper into his chest. The Pirate King’s cruel laughter rang in the air, shaking Cassius to the core.

"No..." he muttered through his broken jaw, his voice barely more than a rasp.

The Pirate King’s hand hovered over the veil, his fingers curling greedily as he prepared to rip it away. His lips twisted into a cruel grin, the lewdness of his intent seeping into every action, every movement. The crew’s laughter was a dull roar in the background, but all Cassius could hear was the malicious anticipation in the Pirate King’s voice.

"Let’s see what kind of face is hidden behind that veil."

The Pirate King’s eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation, and his muscles tensed as he reached forward, only for his hand to freeze, mid-motion.

At first, he didn’t understand. His fingers hovered just half a meter away from the Duchess, but they wouldn’t move. No matter how he willed them, no matter how hard he pushed, it was as if some invisible force was holding him back, trapping his hand in place.

’Defensive Artifact, maybe a barrier? But why am I not sensing any energy for artifact activation?’

He snarled, applying more force, pushing his aura to its limits, hoping to break through whatever this invisible wall was. However, there was no visible effect.

"My turn now," the Duchess whispered, her voice a quiet. The moment those words left her lips, she extended her hand with deliberate grace, fingers outstretched toward the Pirate King.

A soft shimmer passed over her hand, and the next second, one of the many rings she wore began to gleam.

BOOM!

A huge fire blast surged from the ring, unleashing an unstoppable wave of flames that struck the Pirate King at point-blank range.

"A mere mutt dares to talk about making me his slave? Do you even know who I am?

I am the SOUTHERN DUCHESS, the wife of the richest man in the entire world. Do you think you have the strength to touch my robe, let alone talk about lifting my veil?

Nobody—nobody—except my husband, has the right to lay a hand on me," she spat, the final words echoing like a declaration of war.

SWOOSH!

"Is.. that.. so?" the voice of Pirate King came as he swung the trident over generating wind currents with swinging force alone.

"A supernatural type. That barrier was your power—a rare kind of power, one that even protected you from the attack of an Ascended. Impressive… but I now also understand your weakness.

You don’t have any attack of your own, do you? That’s why you go around carrying all these artifacts. Considering the fame of the Southern Duke, I suppose these artifacts must be spared change to him but every artifact has a durability." The Pirate King gave a small chuckle, brushing dust off his tattered clothes with mock nonchalance.

"When the durability of those artifacts runs out, your power will crumble, and then... there will be nothing left to protect you.

But...

Why not make this more interesting? I suddenly want to see the face of your precious husband when he watches his wife getting fucked right in front of him even after he places all those artifacts on her. A sweet irony, don’t you think?"

The Pirate King’s lips curled widely, his twisted desires were becoming all too clear, and the depth of his cruelty was undeniable. Then in the blink of an eye, he was standing before Cassius, his trident buried deep in Cassius’s stomach.