1 EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION

"I don't understand why you're doing this to me. Is it to torment me?" she asked, a single tear in her eye as she stared at me with this intense gaze that looked full of complex emotions.

"...I don't know either."

"What do you mean... you don't know?" she asked, angry at my response. She punched in the chest but her hand was so soft and small that it felt like I was hit was a pillow.

"I mean it. I don't know why I'm doing this. I can have any other girl that I want. I'm wealthy enough to buy anything I could possibly imagine. I have all these things and yet... my heart and body keep pulling me towards you," I responded.

"This isn't love," she said, shaking her head. "You don't love me."

"Then explain why my heart is beating like this," I replied as I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest.

It was beating loud like a drum and fast like the wings of a hummingbird.

She looked at my chest with a pinkish hue on her face then she looked up at me and repeated herself, "This isn't love."

"What is it then?" I said with anguish on my face.

"It's an obsession. You're obsessed with me because I'm something that you can't have. You've always had your way so now that this is the first time that isn't the case... you're obsessed with wanting to have it because it's in your nature to do so," she said as she pulled her hand away from my heart.

"How... how can you confidently say this? How do you know with certainty that I don't love you?" I asked with pain and sorrow on my face.

"Because if you loved me... you wouldn't keep hurting me like this," she said as that tear in her eye dropped and slowly trickled down her cheek, down to her chin, and finally splashed on her shirt.

"...You're claiming that this is simply an obsession?" I asked, my voice softer than normal.

She nodded her head as she used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the tear off.

"Then would it be correct to assume that if I were to have you in my grasp for even a moment, that obsession would vanish?"

"Yes. I believe so."

I stood there in silence, listening and feeling the nervous tension in the room.

"Can you help me prove it then?" I asked, grabbing her hand.

Her first instinct was to pull her hand away but I refused to let go.

"...How? How can I help you prove it?" she asked, reluctantly stopping her struggle to pull herself free.

"Let me have you," I said, gazing into her eyes that were too bashful to keep eye contact for longer than a split second.

"What... what do you mean by that?" she gulped.

"You claim that I'm obsessed with you because I can't have you so just for tonight, let me have you. All of you. Then I promise from now on, I'll let you go regardless of the result," I swore.

Her face turned into a brighter shade of red but she didn't fold to the pressure immediately. "Why should I let you? This is your problem to deal with, not mine."

"Because you're the one who's denying my feelings for you by claiming that it's simply an obsession. It's not... I promise you that. I'll admit, I do have an ulterior motive other than just wanting to prove you wrong. I want to know the taste of your body, the sound of your heart, the aroma you release... the touch of your skin. I want all of you. Even if it's only for tonight, as long as I can have you, I'll cherish the memories forever," I said in what became almost a whisper at the end.

My grip had loosened up and if she pulled with even a little bit of force, her hand would've been freed but she was too lost in the moment and in my beastly eyes to realize it.

It seemed like for a moment she thought about it. "No. I can't," she said, shaking her head.

"Why?" I asked. "Just one night to prove your claims false is all I'm asking for."

"I can't," she shook her head again.

"Can I ask why?"

She opened her mouth, the answer on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it.

"I'm sorry but... I... no. Just... no," she said.

I let go of her hand and it stayed elevated in the spot I released it for a while before dropping back down to her side.

Tears gathering in both eyes, I gave her a smile, the brightest she's ever seen from me. I took a step back, creating more space between the two of us.

"Okay. If that's your final answer then I'll respect it. I'll keep my word about letting you go. From today forth, you shall no longer have to worry about me," I told her with clarity and a sorrowful determination in my voice. "Goodbye, Izzy. You call it an obsession, but I do believe that I love you."

Before she could get a word in, I turned around and left the room, leaving her to her own devices, surrounded by nothing by her own thoughts and the walls that must've felt like were closing in on her.

Running down the stairs and out of the building, I purposely stopped just before I reached my car. I stood for a while, letting my body soak in the rain which was honestly the perfect weather for the mood I was hoping to achieve.

I had planned which room we were going to speak in so that she would be able to see me from the window.

With my head down, I slowly lifted it up and turned around to see that she was looking out of the window. She jolted and almost turned around, running away, but she stopped herself and continued looking at me.

With one last smile, I gave her a slow wave before entering my car.

I pushed the button to start the vehicle and began driving out of the parking lot, slow enough for her to watch it for a while before it disappeared from her view.

In the car, I let out a sigh. "I was hoping that this would be the final nail in the coffin," I muttered as I stopped at a red light.

The plan was to use her words, twist them, make her feel guilty, and trick her into letting me have my way with her body but for some unknown reason, she declined even though her face told me that she didn't mind the offer I was putting on the table.

Thankfully, I had a backup plan in case it worked. I told her that I was going to set her free and indeed that was the case.

Hopefully, by putting space between us, it'd subconsciously cause her to miss the emotions she once felt whenever I annoyed her. I was banking on her feeling nostalgia for the obsession that Alexander aka I, had over her.

Hello, nice to meet you, readers.

My name is Alexander Sterling but my closest friends just call me Alex. We're not friends so you better call me Alexander.

That's my name but that didn't use to be the case.

I used to be a different person but one day, I was caught in this isekai death trope where I kept dying and coming back to life in a variety of ways.

Luckily, I wasn't brought to another world. That'd suck because although magic does seem cool, I honestly can't live without my phone and the internet.

First, I regressed to when I was ten years old. Then I reincarnated and had to start my life from scratch beginning from birth. And now, on my third go at this, I was transmigrated into the body of a villain who was getting in the way of the main couple.

Determined to escape the death tropes, I'm trying to see if choosing the path of a villain instead of the protagonist would do the job.

In my previous two lives, I spent the years being good, getting revenge for my family, and overall achieving the perfect life that every main character strives to have.

This time, I'm trying to be the opposite and be a crooked person. That means I need NTR these girls who are clearly the female leads of their own stories. I'm surprised that I didn't notice earlier but the way these people are acting, they're clearly characters in a novel.

Does that mean my world was a novel, to begin with?

Probably.

So why am I using emotional manipulation to get the female lead to bed rather than forcing her with brute strength?

Because I'm a villain, not a r*pist.

And for you readers who don't understand where I'm going with this story, trigger warning, I'm trying to get these female leads to my bed and fuck the living shit out of them.

I hate the curse that has got me in this death trope loop but I'm grateful that the body they placed me in is the most perfect body you've ever seen, excluding the faint scar on my right cheek.

And yes, when I say perfect, that also includes my penis.

What? Too direct for you? Would you rather I say rod or member or perhaps little bro?

I'll think about using that sort of language in due time but get over yourself. It's a penis. Spell it out with me. P - E - N - I - S.

Good job. Now, where was I?

Oh, that's right. I'm going to be using my perfect penis that slightly curves up to fuck the living shit out of these girls, corrupt them to a point where they wouldn't dream of choosing their fated male lead over me, and hopefully, I'm so far off the protagonist guidelines that no isekai death bullshit will come my way again.

With all that being said, let's return to the story. Hope you're enjoying this first chapter so far and if you're complaining about the amount of exposition, fuck you. I don't feel like editing or rewriting anything. One take only baby!

"Alexander, welcome home," said Victoria, my mother.

"I'm home Mother," I responded as I got down on my knee to pet Maximus, the family's purebred Doberman.

"I heard your risky decision to embrace innovation has paid off. Congratulations," she said with not even a hint of a smile on her face.

"Thank you, Mother."

This was the sort of relationship these two have.

They're somewhat distant but they share a mutual understanding that revolves mainly around business which was a language that the real Alexander didn't understand until I took over.

My experiences from my previous two lives owning companies allowed me to make smart decisions that ultimately led to my father granting me the title of CEO, making me the youngest in history.

"Are you still obsessed with that nobody?" she asked. Her voice didn't show any signs of concern or disappointment. It just sounded like a question on a survey.

"...No. Not anymore," I responded.

Victoria was quiet for a while before replying, "Good. She was no good for your career anyway. She was just a big fish in a small pond."

Incorrect Mother. She wasn't just a big fish in a small pond. She was a big fish that was bound to escape into the ocean and become a whale.

That's why I need to taste the fish before it can escape the pond where I have easy access to her.

Figuratively, I licked my lips.