Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

The once quiet apartment of Elma was suddenly filled with loud sounds, two women rushing around setting up pots and pans, cleaning the plates a second and third time.

"This is no good; look, there are dirty marks!" The older of the two twins, Aru, said with a snarky voice.

Eru, the younger one with slightly chubby cheeks, then rushed to grab the plate from her sister and began cleaning with a cloth reverently.

Amon watched two naked tigers running around the apartment cleaning and doing random things for Elma, who was lazing on the sofa, also wearing nothing, somehow only covering her most private parts with a small bit of fur, seemingly able to do this from birth the apartment was filled with shameless tigers that didn\'t understand the complexities of this sight to a young man.

Especially a young man with black dragon blood!

To clear his mind, he went into the bathroom, wanting to go over the situation and check his physical changes because the ability for Elma and the others to part transform their bodies was not something from the first world...

He was adamant!

Once the three landed inside her apartment, Amon quickly felt something was wrong; he didn\'t have special powers to sense QI or anything like that, but it was like a warning, a sense of imminent danger; thus, he pushed the three tigers into the room, closing the door.

The moment he was about to take a deep breath, several loud noises resounded.

It was the sound of several stone tiles cracking; Amon peeked through the window to see a group of Wolf type demihumans wearing what seemed to be combat suits and an official logo on the chest.

He never saw this in any of his lives; at the front of the group was a slightly familiar woman; her face was Eastern, with long black hair, but she was now a wolf...

\'It looks like Marina...\'

[Amon... I said there would be changes...]

\'What!? So she\'s not some superhuman wolf girl with huge tits?\'

[Sigh... You are stronger, and she should be a demihuman]

\'Why?\'

[They submit to strong males easier.]

\'...\'

\'You read too many erotic doujins...\'

[It\'s true... your bloodline is probably the most dominant of the male species]

\'There are other black dragons, thought now, right?\'

[Not in this universe and not that of an emperor-grade dragon...]

[Maybe a few of those eastern snakes pretending to be true dragons, like the girl you like, Ming Xue]

\'Ah...\'

Amon began to remove his clothes, noticing subtle changes in himself. The muscles were now more profound and firm, instead of the super lean body before, now slightly bigger in height and size of his body.

He might have lost a slight speed, but he could feel it. The power he gained was more than enough to make up for it. Amon treated it like he went up a weight class rather than changed.

\'Can I change my body like theirs?\'

[You mean how that little tiger can now cover her nasty snatch with fur and parade naked with a shameless smile?]

[Of course, imagine what a humanised black dragon would look like; it will take your desired form.]

It seemed easy enough, so as the water began to cover his body, wiping away the day\'s sweat, the hot water caused steam to build in her large bathroom.

Honestly, It felt great.

Amon lifted his right hand, the image of using his Dragon Fury Fist, the flaming QI instantly appeared twirling around his hand, but rather than what happened when attacking the punchbag in the past, a strange, ticklish sensation filled his hand.

He felt a slight pain underneath his skin, wriggling and writhing before a slit opened on the back of his hand; dark blood oozed out; it was unlike real blood and began to seep into the drain.

The moment the blood vanished, he felt a ticklish sensation; the bones in his hand were moving strangely.

No...

These were not the bones of his fingers and hand, but a black piece of slate... They were dragon scales; dozens of them began to slip from the cut on the back of his hand, wrapping around his fingers, wrist and forearm, the black flames from his Dragon Fury Fist now gently brushing against the scales, causing them to shimmer and shine with a glossy finish.

A moment later, Amon looked at his right fist, now covered in thick, gleaming black dragon scales, his fingertips now sharp, like deadly claws.

He felt power... throbbing in his arm, a desire to fight... to crush...

\'I want to fight...\'

His mind was thinking back to the wolves on the roof, his heart pumping blood faster, the black dragon in his body now larger and roaring into the sky, while the black tiger rubbed, licking its balls, looking around for any tasty QI.

"My scales..."

The black dragon roared once again, smashing the shower curtains down, spraying the bathroom with hot water, forcing the scales on his arm to contract, squeezing the strength out of his arm, making it difficult to use for a short period.

Amon exited the bathroom, going straight to the window; That bitch was no longer there, but her subordinates stood looking around, carrying heavy batons and padded black armour.

His mouth formed a twisted grin before scales covered most of his face, leaving only his violet eyes visible; now his face and one arm covered in scales seemed to be his limit, the scales on his arm now growing up to his shoulder before forming a long spike that pointed parallel with his head.

Despite being covered in scales, the right arm is bent easily due to the soft, fleshy scales used for the joints, but still stronger than normal skin or armour.

\'Kill them? Shall we kill?\' Amon spoke to himself.

[This is the effect of the dragon\'s blood and the third soul... The soul when you...]

Tia\'s voice was cut off as his body vanished with a deep throbbing sound; the next moment, Amon appeared in front of the male wolf on the rooftop, his naked body shocking the wolf before the right arm of Amon smashed into his throat, breaking his ability to call for help.

The second male quickly moved forward, ready to strike, but before he could, the left leg of Amon crashed into his jaw, sending him flying across the roof, landing on his back, and coughing up blood.

Amon laughed maniacally, looking around, taking in the other wolves\' shock. He turned to look at the female wolf behind him, seeing her shocked expression, almost like she couldn\'t believe the scene before her.

"Oooh! Come out!" Amon growled loudly, releasing a wave of killing intent.

The wolves standing at the front of the group suddenly cried out, "Back!"

They slowly retreated, heading toward the roof\'s edge and planning to escape.

Amon narrowed his eyes, smiling, then ran towards them, his feet kicking off the ground, leaping into the air, covering more than half the distance between them.

With another powerful step, his body vanished, before appearing before another male, his right arm covered in the dragon scales tearing through his chest, crushing his heart in a single motion, before tossing the corpse to the side.