Fated to Be Loved by Villains

“Oh, are you two families? Are you here to buy clothes?”

The moment he heard that, Dowd couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle.

It wasn’t like he was offended by the comment, though.

After all, the stark ‘difference in social status’ between him and Eleanor was as clear as day.

It was to the point that anyone would think, ‘Ah, that guy? There’s no way he can bag a woman like her’.

Although, he did think that for a salesperson to have such an attitude was a little unprofessional.

“If you’re shopping together, then this section over here—”

The store clerk suddenly flinched, unable to continue.

Probably because Eleanor had started emitting an extremely terrifying aura that one could tell at a glance.

“We are not family.”

“-Ah, uh—”

“We are in a relationship.”

“…”

“Lovers. Soulmates. Fiancés.”

“…Ah, y-yes, of course…”

The clerk, sweating bullets under Eleanor’s death glare, nervously guided them in.

“…Hmm.”

Seeing this, Dowd decided to revise his judgment.

This clerk wasn’t ‘unprofessional.’

If anything, to continue to serve someone who was practically a living demon was the pinnacle of professionalism.

“You’re thinking of something rude, aren’t you?”

“…Not at all.”

Seeing Dowd’s awkward response, Eleanor stepped closer, staring intently into his eyes.

“Liar.”

“…”

“I can tell just by looking into your eyes.”

Damn, just how much does this woman know about me?.

Her intense gaze made him start to sweat bullets, and then suddenly she grabbed the back of his neck.

“…”

He darted his eyes around nervously like prey caught by a predator. At that moment, Eleanor tapped her cheek, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ll let you off the hook if you kiss me.”

“…”

Although she said that in a sweet tone, Dowd felt like he was standing in front of a massive tigress.

Shaking like a leaf, he kissed her. When they released their kiss, a satisfied smirk was plastered on Eleanor’s lips.

She then stroked his hair gently, prompting him to let out a shaky smile in return.

It was an extremely bizarre scene—it was like watching a tiger petting a deer with its paw…

“…”

But, at that moment, Eleanor’s body suddenly stiffened.

Then she glanced around with narrow eyes.

It was as if she was conscious of someone else nearby. Seeing this, Dowd’s body stiffened as well.

…Huh?

He already knew that the other women were lurking nearby, let alone Eleanor.

Since she was showing this kind of reaction, it meant something unusual was happening.

Not to mention the fact that Iliya had been MIA for a while now.

“Excuse me, can I ask something?”

“…Y-Yes?”

The poor clerk—who barely managed to control her annoyance at their PDA—flinched at Eleanor’s sudden question.

“Is there a fitting room nearby?”

“…”

The clerk’s eyes darted back and forth between Eleanor and Dowd’s empty hands.

Seeing how they hadn’t picked any clothes yet, it definitely was a pretty odd question.

As the clerk cleared her throat a few times, she cautiously replied while blushing.

“Um, excessively intimate acts are against our store policy, so please keep it moderate…”

“…”

Hearing that, Dowd wanted nothing more but to ask what the fuck she was taking about.

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“-Um, Eleanor?”

“What is it?”

“…I get that we have to hide, but does it have to be like this?”

Although it was a bit risky to ask Eleanor that while she was holding her breath, Dowd thought it was a valid question.

Actually, any man who was squeezed into a tiny fitting room with a woman would have a similar question.

“…”

Pinned against the wall, he rolled his eyes silently as he felt something incredibly soft brushed against his forehead.

“-Uh, maybe we should move a li—”

He tried to shift his body, but before he could…

…She enveloped him in one of the most pleasurable sensations a man could experience. But being trapped like this—

“It’s best if we avoid being seen at all. If we stay here for a bit, they’ll probably just move on.”

“…”

Yeah, right.

He doubted her words.

After all, he knew that those punks weren’t pushovers. If they had followed them this far, they wouldn’t give up just because they hid in a fitting room.

But arguing with Eleanor in her current state would be pointless.

[Dude, you are so fucking dense.]

What now?

[She’s trying to piss the other chicks off.]

…

[She’s basically trying to say, ‘I’m cuddling with him here, and you bitches can’t do anything about it’.]

…

Is that really it?

As Dowd’s cold sweat intensified…

“…It’s been a while since we’ve done this.”

Eleanor murmured those words while hugging him tightly.

She was practically crushing him like a bear trying to break its prey’s spine, but her whisper sounded incredibly warm.

“But, the last time we were this close…was two days ago…”

He remembered her clinging to him like a koala, saying she had to replenish her Dowdnium after working around for so much.

“Two days is a long time.”

Hearing her pouty voice, Dowd let out a bitter smile.

“Alright.”

It was always like this between them.

But sometimes, I need to fight back.

He wrapped his arms around her before pulling her close. The top of her head was nestled under his chin, and he could feel her surprisingly voluptuous body through her clothes.

“I’ll hug you twice as much to make up for it.”

“…”

He always found it funny.

She was always so casual with her displays of affection, but whenever he did the same, she just couldn’t handle it.

The way she was fidgeting right now was cute.

As if reading his mind, Eleanor grumbled with a flushed face.

“…Aren’t you embarrassed doing that?”

“…I think your usual behavior is more embarrassing.”

He wasn’t just saying that. The way she was showing her affection lately was a little…

Well, I don’t mind it because she’s precious to me, but…

“…”

Now that I think about it, things are different now.

I used to run away whenever she came on to me like this, but now I can return her affections.

And unlike before, I don’t do that to escape the situation, but to return her feelings sincerely.

The marriage thing is around the corner, but now I’m starting to think I could actually…do ‘that’ with her.

“Hmm.”

As Dowd was pondering this…

Eleanor grabbed the back of his neck again.

“If you genuinely thinking that way, consider yourself officially permitted.”

“…Huh?”

“I always wanted my first experience to be unique. This place is fine, isn’t it?”

“…”

Wait…

W-What is she…?

Eleanor’s suggestion was enough to make Dowd’s face pale.

“…Eleanor, we are here to hide because the others are nearby—”

“Might as well get it over with while we’re hiding, no?”

“…”

Hell no.

“They’d see us! We’ll get caught!”

“Let them see.”

“…”

“Let them wallow in their misery and fully savor their defeat. What do you think about that?”

This woman… She’s always headstrong, but…

Lately, she’s like a bulldozer.

Dowd squirmed as Eleanor’s hand wandered to his lower body.

But, at that moment…

A loud BANG echoed nearby.

“…?”

Eleanor and Dowd exchanged puzzled looks.

The banging sound grew louder…

And louder…

Until…

—!

-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a deafening roar, the fitting room was suddenly bathed in light.

It wasn’t from artificial lights like lamps or anything like that…

But from the store ceiling that had been—

“THAT’S! WHY! I’M! SAYING!”

And at the center of the explosion, people with bloodshot eyes were screaming their heads off.

“Follow the fucking order! The first person to get penetrated by the Teach should be me—”

“Save your wet dreams for nighttime, bitch! The ones who got closest to him were me and Victoria—”

“…Sis. please shut the fuck up.”

Their shouts were mixed together, creating chaos all around.

Ignoring the fact that they were yelling such things in a public place full of people, each person sprouting this nonsense was either THE Hero, a Devil’s Vessel, or someone of a similar standing.

“…”

“…”

Brushing dust and debris off her clothes, Eleanor let out a deep sigh.

“…These fucking bitches.”

“…”

For a moment.

Even Dowd, who’d been through hell and back, felt a chill down his spine, terrified at her /genesisforsaken