1 Chapter1-The Sinful Chief of Intelligence Bureau

In the fiery month of May, the weather was blisteringly hot.

In Dracoria, within the imperial city of Crystalis, there was a grand mansion, and in its backyard garden...

A small boat gently sailed through the reeds, creating ripples across the man-made lake. 

The reeds were tall, casting shadows over the two figures in the boat, providing a cool refuge.

"Where are you taking me?" 

A startled cry broke the serene scene from the boat. 

"You traitor, you'll get nothing from me!"

The voice was soft, tinged with panic, yet it retained a quality that must have been pleasant under normal circumstances.

The one shouting was a young woman in a water-blue gown aboard the boat. 

Her black hair was disheveled, her dress torn in several places, and bruises marred her delicate bare feet. 

Yet, none of these could diminish her allure; instead, they added a pitiable charm, making her even more captivating.

At the other end of the boat sat a blond young man with deep blue eyes and a sturdy build. 

He was looking at her with an amused gaze.

"Whether the Clark family survives depends on how you perform," the blond young man sneered, nonchalantly crossing his legs.

Lia, feeling helpless, leaned against the boat's side, eyeing him warily.

The young man before her, Nathan, was the chief of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau, a man of high authority and power.

Although she had guessed his intentions, she was utterly powerless, unable to even wish for death.

"You... are despicable!" Lia resisted visibly.

However, when Nathan suddenly pulled her into his embrace and kissed her, forcefully parting her lips with his tongue and entangling it with hers, Lia's body involuntarily softened.

After a moment, her face flushed with shame, for she felt her skirt being lifted, and a large hand clasping her breast, kneading it without restraint. 

Meanwhile, something hard and hot had already forced its way into her flower path, tight as a virgin's.

To her combined shame and fury, her body responded involuntarily. 

A warmth spread inside her, something flowing out from her depths. 

Panic surged through her, her hands pushing aimlessly, but unable to escape Nathan's control.

Nathan felt the wetness there and thrust forward sharply, burying himself entirely within Lia's tender depths. 

"Ah, quite tight, really satisfying," he said with a wicked smile, reveling in the sensation.

Feeling the throbbing and the power amassed above her, Lia knew she could not escape. 

She ceased her resistance, her cheeks burning red as she pleaded, "Please... be gentle with me…"

Nathan, with his intense movements, robbed her of any further words.

"Mmm..."

Lia frowned, not from pain, but from the intense, sweet pleasure that built with each rhythmic movement, igniting the carnal desires long buried within her. 

She was discovering, to her dismay, that she enjoyed this sensation. 

But this realization only made it harder for her to accept.

Her father, Aidan the Pyromancer, and all his offspring were still enduring brutal torture in Imprisonium. 

Yet here she was, experiencing pleasure under the man responsible for their suffering!

Nathan was an illegitimate child her father had brought home. 

Although the family forbade him from using the Clark surname or learning their ancestral flame magic, he still found a way to usurp their position.

All because Nathan suddenly became the disciple of Milo Shulin, the Guardian of Dracoria.

Milo Shulin, that terrifyingly powerful female archmage, the mere thought of her name sent shivers down Lia's spine... 

Why would such a proud and powerful sorceress like her take in a libertine like Nathan as an apprentice?

Yet, inexplicably, Nathan became the sole male disciple of Milo Shulin. 

And at the beginning of the year, he was appointed the chief of the Dracoria Intelligence Bureau by the Sacred Emperor.

Her father, Aidan, had no choice but to compromise. 

In an attempt to curry favor with this unexpectedly rising power, he announced his youngest daughter's betrothal to Nathan. 

Unexpectedly, Nathan turned against them, fabricating charges of conspiracy and rebellion against her father, threatening to burn the Golden House of Dracoria – the Clark family – to the ground.

Her father had nurtured a viper in his bosom!

What infuriated her more was that the Guardian of Dracoria, Milo Shulin, despite being aware of Nathan's actions, turned a blind eye, allowing him to stir up trouble and disrupt the court.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Lost in these thoughts, Lia's body began to lose control. 

The hatred and confusion in her heart tore at her consciousness. 

She was torn between intense self-reproach and the pleasure the intruder brought with each thrust.

Soft, soul-stirring moans escaped her nostrils, her eyes hazy with lust, her hips increasingly responding in kind.

Wave after wave of pleasure pushed Lia closer to a pit of despair, a sensation indescribable, mixing comfort with pain, as if she were caught between heaven and hell.

"You're too rough, too forceful..." Lia whimpered, seemingly in resistance.

Yet her body reacted truthfully; her legs tightly wound around Nathan's waist, actively meeting his thrusts, her womanhood continuously clenching, creating a wet, smacking sound.

A quarter of an hour later, when both soul and body reached their extremes, she trembled ceaselessly like a dying fish...

Only when her limbs numbed from the cold lake water did Lia climb back into the boat, draping her clothes over herself.

Forced to face once more the man who had brought her the most humiliating experience of her life.

She couldn't help but wonder how the Sacred Emperor of Dracoria could ever appoint such a vile man as the chief of the Intelligence Bureau. 

Despite his extraordinary handsome features, with golden hair that was captivating and eyes a deeper blue than the ocean, his actions were more despicable than the most shameless Rascorner pirates.

Cold droplets of water slid down her smooth skin, falling from the tip of her breasts to her toes, igniting an uncontrollable tingling sensation and shackling her heart in layers of heavy chains.

Her body no longer belonged to her. 

The once proud daughter of the Golden House had perished.

From this day forward, she, Lia Clark, belonged to the entirety of the Golden House.

One day, her father and brothers would unleash the wrath of a true god, burning down the entire imperial city, sending this man and the root of all his sins to the deepest pits of hell!

With these thoughts, she seemed to forget the humiliation she had endured half an hour ago, forced to kneel naked before this man, succumbing to his desires. 

Her threshold for shame had been rebuilt.

Yet, as she pondered, a large hand once again encircled her waist from behind, pulling her forcefully back into the man's embrace, and then she was pressed down onto the boat's deck.

The lake water began to ripple rhythmically once more, signaling the start of a new onslaught.

...

Half an hour later.

Nathan, satisfied, draped a silk robe over himself. 

Had it not been for a mysterious fog during his high school graduation that transported him to this world, he wouldn't have been living the life of a scoundrel as he was now.

He looked at the pale-faced girl curled up beside him, her pretty face still streaked with tears.

"Tsk, tsk, really pitiful."

But I do hope Clan Chief Aidan really behaves as he promises, so I can keep my promise to you.

"Are you satisfied now?" Lia asked bitterly.

Nathan touched his nose and honestly said, 

"Truthfully, no matter what happens between us, it won't change anything about the case. The key lies with the Sacred Emperor's intentions, you understand..."

"You lied to me..." Hearing this, Lia's face turned to one of disbelief, her eyes almost shooting fire.

[Ding! Host has gained a massive amount of hatred.]

[Ding! Host's plan to possess Golden House's pride, Lia Clark, has earned Hostility Index +2000! Villainy Index +1000!]

[Reward: 'Pyroalchemy Primer,' Fire Element Affinity, Beginner Level.]

"Finally, the reward is mine," Nathan exclaimed with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Toppling the Clark family had kept him busy for over a month. 

The Clarks, one of the five great families of Dracoria, had many members in key positions in the empire. 

To bring down such a behemoth required extensive preparations. 

He had been on edge, fearing any slip-up. 

After the case was closed, he had lost a lot of weight from the stress.

However, the gains from this venture were indeed satisfying, and the aftermath promised even more benefits.

All of this was because, after arriving in this world, he became bound to "The Ultimate Villain System." 

As long as he could attract more hatred and transfer it onto his mentor, he could continually activate system rewards.

Being a good person might be hard.

But being a villain, Nathan felt, was utterly effortless.

The boat slowly approached the shore, where four sword-bearing armored guards awaited beside a black-canopied carriage.

This place was a mansion with an exquisite garden, formerly belonging to a corrupt official from the Ministry of Works, seized by Nathan earlier in the year.

Since Nathan's ascension, the backlog of cases in the Ministry of Justice had grown severe, leaving this mansion unallocated. 

Considering the intense summer heat, Nathan had temporarily relocated his office here.

"To the Intelligence Bureau!" 

Nathan instructed as he and Lia climbed into the carriage, and with a command, the carriage began to move, led by the guards.

Ignoring Lia, who looked on the verge of tears, Nathan opened his system panel.

"System, integrate Fire Element Affinity for me!"

Instantly, a warm current spread throughout his body, making his limbs and bones feel incredibly relaxed, as if every pore on his body had opened.

After a while, this sensation faded, and the fire element within his body seemed more active than before.

Finally, he had replenished the deficit in his body.

Level 3 Elementalist, his level now completely stabilized!