Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

The week blurred into an endless cycle of heat, sweat, and raw pleasure.

Day after day, night after night, Natasa and Damien stayed locked inside the hotel room, the outside world forgotten.

Their bodies became entwined in a dance of relentless passion, cultivating their essence through sheer physical endurance.

Each session felt like an intense wave, pushing them further into realms of cultivation neither had anticipated reaching so quickly.

On the first day, after hours of their bodies crashing together, Natasa lay back, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

"I... I'm exhausted, Damien," she panted, her limbs trembling from the sheer exertion.

Sweat glistened on her bare skin, pooling under the dim light of the room.

But Damien was far from done.

His golden eyes gleamed with determination.

"We can't stop now," he growled, sitting up and pulling her into his lap.

"We're close to breaking into the Qi Gathering Realm.

We can do this."

Despite her fatigue, something about his unwavering resolve pushed her to keep going.

Her body responded instinctively to his touch, even as her mind screamed for rest.

"Ahh... Damien… I don't know if I can—"

"You can. We can."

His voice was commanding, but there was a raw desire under it, a hunger to push through every barrier.

He kissed her neck, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her back onto him.

Every session became a trial, a test of endurance and willpower.

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Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and muscles ached, but the promise of reaching the next cultivation realm spurred them on.

After hours of pounding on that first day, they both felt the breakthrough—Damien's body began to refine itself, his energy flowing more freely, pushing him into the Qi Gathering Realm.

Natasa's moans echoed through the room as her body trembled in sync with his, their cultivation energies blending, fueling each other.

By the third day, their routine had solidified.

Eat, cultivate, rest, and repeat.

Every time she thought they'd stop, Damien would shake his head, his voice steady but commanding.

"We're not done yet."

"But... Damien… ahh… I can't feel my legs…" Natasa whimpered, her body quivering with exhaustion as she clung to him, the strain of the last few days wearing on her.

"You'll feel them soon enough," Damien murmured, flipping her onto her stomach.

He leaned over her, whispering into her ear, "We've only scratched the surface of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

We push through this, and we'll be stronger than anyone else."

Natasa's heart pounded as he moved behind her, and before she could protest further, the familiar rhythm started again.

"Aahhh… Damien… ohhh…"

The days melted together in a haze of moans, sweat, and raw, unrelenting force.

Natasa's body felt like it was on the verge of breaking, her cultivation energy swirling wildly as they pushed past limits she never thought possible.

Every break they took was short-lived, filled with hurried bites of food and sips of water before Damien pulled her back into the frenzy.

Even when she thought she couldn't take another moment, he would look at her with that fierce, determined gaze.

"We're almost there.

We'll break through to the Golden Qi Realm tonight," he said, his voice gravelly and breathless after yet another round.

Natasa could barely respond, her body trembling from the sheer exhaustion, but she nodded.

She trusted him, even if her body was screaming for rest.

By the seventh day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a burst of energy surged through the room.

Damien groaned, his entire body glowing with the light of the Golden Qi Realm.

Natasa collapsed against him, her body trembling as she gasped for breath, knowing that they had finally done it.

"We made it…" she whispered, her voice hoarse and tired.

Damien, equally exhausted but triumphant, kissed her forehead.

"We did. And we're not stopping here."

"I seem to have broken into the initial Golden Qi Realm," Natasha said as she seated herself, feeling the formation of a core inside her abdomen. Touching it cleared her mind, and she realized that she had finally achieved her goal. Of course, the greater benefit was for Damien, as he practically advanced from body refinement to the Golden Qi Realm in a single leap.

'Was dual cultivation always like this?' Although Natasha had never heard of or seen exactly how dual cultivation worked, she at least knew the basic foundation: when someone breaks through a level, they need a certain amount of Ki to be absorbed to reach the threshold. Even if the Ki was flowing through his body and creating a false sensation that Qi was pulling and breaking his levels, it was still impossible for him to possess this much Ki at present, as if his body was meant for cultivation.

"Let's leave," Damien said, standing up and moving towards the door as he put on his clothes. He was clearly prepared to finally leave the hotel room, which had been booked for a whole week. Given that he had experienced a failure, he hoped to see how strong he had become. Additionally, he took the phone from Karl, thinking about what he would do if he used all the money.

"Hm, what about your deals?" Natasha asked, recalling the deal he had mentioned with Yefan, which was fake—a scam meant to deceive him. As she inquired, Damien looked at her with a smile.

"Aren't you a bit too curious?" He couldn't help but notice how restless she was in her desire to learn about the deal, clearly intent on gathering information regarding the scam that Yefan was meant to fall victim to, thereby giving her a chance to support her father.

Naturally, if Yefan was defrauded and lost his money for a certain period, and she demonstrated how she reached the Golden Qi Realm, then there was a chance that her grandfather would choose her father as the new head.

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Lily's legs shook as she trudged down the familiar path toward the Malhotra mansion, her thoughts still clouded by the relentless scenes she had witnessed over the week.

The images of Damien and Natasha, their endless activity, were etched into her mind, making her body feel heavier with each step.

Her thighs rubbed together involuntarily, her body betraying the emotions she was trying to suppress.

She finally arrived at the grand estate, the towering gates swinging open with their usual silent grace.

In the distance, she spotted Akira in the garden. At first, it seemed as though she was tending to the flowers, but a closer look revealed something far more unsettling.

Akira was calmly burying a body, her movements precise and measured, as if this task were as simple as pruning a rosebush.

Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face.

Lily stumbled forward, her exhaustion finally catching up to her. She needed to report back. She cleared her throat, her voice raspy from lack of sleep. "My lady..."

Akira didn't look up immediately, taking her time as she finished smoothing the dirt over the grave. When she finally did turn to face Lily, her gaze was as cold and unreadable as always. "A whole week,"

she said, her voice soft but laced with sharpness. "You mean to tell me that Damien was in that hotel room for an entire week?"

Lily's breath hitched. She could still feel the heat of those moments, the raw intensity. "Y-Yes, my lady. A week... just him and Natasha. I—I watched the entire time. They... never stopped." She shuddered, still feeling Damien's relentless energy echo in her mind. "He's like a machine... or a rabbit, a never-tiring beast."

Akira's expression didn't shift, but there was a pause, a slight narrowing of her eyes. "So, he wasn't buying that flower for me."

Lily nodded weakly. "It was for her, my lady. He's not even hiding it anymore. I'm sorry."

Akira tilted her head slightly, her calculating gaze piercing through Lily. "So, after all of this, he was simply entertaining himself with her? That's all it took for him to turn away?"

Lily hesitated before collapsing onto the grass, her energy completely drained. "I... I don't know what he's thinking, my lady. But he never left that room. It was... endless."

She rubbed her eyes, trying to push the images from her mind. "I've never seen anything like it. It was as if he was on a mission."

Akira didn't respond immediately, her thoughts hidden behind her calm exterior. She stepped away from the grave, dusting off her hands, her movements slow and deliberate. "You've done well, Lily. Rest now."

Lily blinked up at her in surprise, her body too tired to even stand. "I... I hope you remember my sacrifice," she muttered, her voice trailing off as her eyes fluttered shut.

Within moments, she had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep, her breathing slow and steady.

Akira glanced down at her for a moment, then turned her attention back to the grave, her mind already returning to thinking about how interestingly Damien was calling her attention towards him, understanding that this was definitely unexpected.

It was hard to doubt whether he really wanted to woo her or if it was just him acting like that with everything being just a coincidence.