I'm in Love with the Villainess!-Chapter 124: A Return to the Emperor’s Tomb?

Her words snapped something loose inside me.

Before I could even think, my body moved on its own, magic surging as I dragged us through space to somewhere else. Somewhere private, intimate, and so much more inviting than that cold, sterile warehouse.

[Profaned Step]

I didn’t even consider the academy’s S-Rank dorms; even if they were still standing, unlike the rest of the dormitory district, since they weren’t part of the examination arena.

They were still far too close for comfort, for what we were about to do, I needed a place no one would stumble into by accident.

And while I was definitely powerful enough to suppress or isolate magic, I doubted I could keep a tight lid on anything if I lost myself in the moment.

Naturally, my own estate was out of the question, far too close to the city, and even the faintest leak of magic, or sound, could drag my family name into scandal.

I needed somewhere distant.

Somewhere... out of reach.

Utterly isolated.

Then it hit me.

The emperor’s tomb!

FWOOSH!

We rematerialized in the third trial’s chamber, nearly slipping as we rose from the ground, the teleport still unsteady beneath us.

My mind was too foggy to solve my spell formula properly; my solutions were riddled with errors and inefficiencies as I brute-forced my way through it.

"You brought us here?"

Evelina laughed, a breathy, disbelieving sound. She had never imagined she’d set foot in this place again, much less for something like this.

Yet, in hindsight, it was perfect.

A room that could twist and manifest itself to your heart’s desire, so long as you possessed even the slightest spark of divine magic.

And after our last, heated tryst, she’d managed to steal a little divine magic for herself as well. Siphoned through every kiss, every shiver, and of course... every bit of release.

Succubi really are an unfair race...

Either that or Evelina really was just that talented as the villainess.

I’d like to believe she’s just that special...

[Divine manipulation]

"Don’t mind me..."

[Eye of the Profaned (Unique)

- Demonic Dominion (Activated - Faltering)

This again... huh?

I laughed. This would either be the best time of my life or the worst.

Either way, both still deliver the same thing... just in drastically different ways.

The entire chamber around us began to twist, responding to her divine magic as she began changing the space around us to fit something more... intimate.

From an old damp cave...

Into...

... into something warmer.

The damp stone bled away first.

Moisture vanished from the air as the cavern shifted, the rough walls pulling in and tightening around us, the entire room closing closer like it wanted us pressed together.

The ground beneath our feet leveled out.

Dirt turned to marble—not the cold, holy kind, but warm, like bare skin that had been resting in the dark. Faint streaks of gold and red ran through it, less like decoration and more like something hot cooling just under the surface.

Then came the scent.

Not incense. Not the stale breath of a tomb.

Thicker than that.

Heat. Sweat. A thick, musky perfume clung to the air like a slow, deliberate caress, too intimate, too heavy to belong to the room at all.

It belonged to her.

Evelina swayed slightly beside me, her fingers tightening in the fabric of my sleeve before sliding up, knuckles brushing my throat as they found my collar.

Her pupils were still blown wide, the faint halo of demonic magic trembling around her like heat distortion over a brazier. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"You really do pick the strangest places," she murmured, though there was no real complaint in her voice. If anything, it sounded amused. Anticipating.

The chamber kept changing.

Heavy fabric spilled down from nowhere, thick curtains in dark wine and bruised violet, cutting the tomb’s empty expanse into a smaller circle around us. Closer. Private. The world outside the folds might as well not exist.

A low, wide bed rose at the center of the room, its surface luxuriously padded, inviting bodies rather than sleep. This wasn’t a throne, nor any innocent resting place; it was a broad, yielding stage of cushions and restraints, designed for skin, sweat, and shameless use.

Divine magic buzzed in the air, snagging and tangling with her demonic aura instead of sitting cleanly on top of it.

It wasn’t stable.

Neither was she.

Her hand slid from my collar to my chest, palm pressing flat over my heartbeat.

Too fast.

Hers or mine? I wasn’t even sure anymore.

"Don’t look at me like that," she laughed breathily, though she didn’t look away.

Her magic pulsed again, stronger this time.

In tune with her emotions and clear arousal.

The room shivered with it. The sigils that had burned neatly along the walls smeared, lines softening, their glow dipping low and amber, like candlelight catching skin. The space felt less like a chamber and more like a brothel.

She was barely holding herself together.

A ripple ran through her body, subtle but impossible to miss. Her shoulders tensed. Her breath hitched. For a second, her composure shattered, something raw and hungry flashing across her face before she wrestled it back down.

"Say the word," she whispered, voice rough now, less teasing and more desperate control. "And I’ll stop. I’ll lock it down. I can still—"

She let out a shaky little laugh, stopping herself.

"But who am I kidding...? I’m a succubus. This is practically my baseline."

Another pulse.

The curtains stirred without wind, edges parting and falling back in slow, lazy waves.

The bed shifted again, sinking just a little lower, as if the room itself was settling in, anticipating bodies.

Her gaze tracked the movement.

Not embarrassed.

Not ashamed.

Just hungry.

"And you," she went on, stepping into my space despite her own warning, "are very bad at pretending you don’t want this."

She wasn’t wrong.

My control wasn’t much better than hers.

The thick divine residue in the air, the cling of demonic pressure against my skin, the cocoon of curtains that turned this place into a sealed pocket where no one could scry or stumble in.

It was heady.

I lifted a hand, not to drag her onto the waiting bed. Not yet.

Just to cup the side of her face.

Her skin was warm.

Warmer than it should’ve been.

"You pushed yourself too far," I muttered.

Her lashes fluttered at the touch.

"...Maybe," she admitted softly.

For a heartbeat, the feral edge slipped.

Just teasing, Evelina.

"But can’t change my choices now, can we?" she said, a faint, crooked smile pulling at her mouth despite everything.

The room answered her with another pulse, divine and demonic energy knotting together in a rough, uneven rhythm that still somehow held.

Whatever happened next.

It wasn’t going to be careful.

And it definitely wasn’t going to be quiet.

But here...

Wrapped in curtains and heat and her...

No one was going to hear it.

No one was going to hear a full day’s worth of pent‑up succubus lust finally crashing loose between two people.