NTR Villain: All the Heroines Belong to Me!-Chapter 60: Go Sit In The Corner, Cuck

As the meal wound down, the plates were cleared, and Hei Long stood up, brushing off his robe with casual ease. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Ji Yao followed suit, quiet and poised—

While Zhao Chun stretched his arms, belly jiggling slightly from the motion as he let out a satisfied grunt.

Before they could fully part ways—

Hei Long took a step toward Zhao Chun, flashing that practiced, easygoing smile.

"Now that we’ve cleared up that silly misunderstanding," Hei Long said smoothly, "how about I show you how trustworthy I really am?"

Zhao Chun blinked, confused.

Hei Long continued, placing a friendly hand on Zhao Chun’s shoulder:

"Let’s build a little camaraderie. Brotherhood, if you will. And as a show of good faith, how about I help your lovely girlfriend relax a bit? I happen to be very good at giving massages."

He smiled warmly, holding back the wicked gleam that threatened to surface in his eyes. Every word came out silk-smooth, almost too calm.

Zhao Chun tilted his head, not quite sure if he heard that right:

"...Wait, you want to become friends... with me?" He pointed at himself.

Hei Long chuckled softly:

"Of course. You seem like a good-hearted man. You only acted out of concern for someone you care about. That kind of loyalty? It’s admirable. I want to show you I can be trusted around her... and around others."

Zhao Chun blinked once, then twice. His expression slowly brightened.

"I see...!" he said, puffing out his chest a little:

"You’re not just handsome and strong—you’ve got character too!"

Zhao Chun gave a thumbs-up with one hand while using the other to wipe a bit of broth off his chin:

"Alright then, Saint Hei Long! That sounds like a good idea!"

He nodded enthusiastically, causing his chin folds to jiggle with the motion.

In Zhao Chun’s mind, all thoughts of distrust evaporated.

Hei Long was trustworthy.

Honest.

The real danger was that other guy—Lin Fan, the pervert who probably prowled the sect looking for his next victim.

And now?

Zhao Chun had just scored a friendship with the Saint of the sect. A massive win.

Meanwhile, Hei Long gave him a nod of approval, mentally checking off another piece on his board:

’Zhao Chun.... Distracted. Manipulated. Loyal... to the wrong person. Excellent.’

"So..." Hei Long said casually, glancing toward the still-unconscious waitress slumped in the corner.

She was beginning to stir now, her fingers twitching and a soft groan escaping her lips.

"...shall we move to a private room?" Hei Long suggested, his voice smooth like honey, yet carrying an undertone of something else.

Zhao Chun’s face lit up. "That’s fine by me!" he said, already wiping his hands on his robes in preparation:

"She’ll love it! She gets real tense sometimes after serving tables all day."

Hei Long smiled, but his eyes didn’t follow Zhao Chun. They shifted slightly—to the side.

To Ji Yao.

She hadn’t spoken in the last minute.

Her gaze had wandered to the fainted waitress... then drifted downward, toward Hei Long’s hands.

’So... he’ll be touching her with those hands?’ Ji Yao thought, almost bitterly.

The image stirred something unpleasant in her chest.

Jealousy?

Her mood soured in a way she couldn’t explain.

Her arms folded across her chest before she even realized it, and her expression tightened ever so slightly:

’Why her? Why not—’

Ji Yao didn’t finish the thought.

Instead, she took a small step toward Hei Long, leaned in close to his ear—close enough for her breath to brush his skin—and whispered softly, voice low and composed:

"...I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for the meal."

Then she turned and walked away.

No unnecessary words. No dramatics.

Just a clean, quiet exit.

Hei Long raised a hand in a lazy wave. "Take care," he said simply, watching her walk off without turning around.

But in his mind?

’That’s the most she’s ever said to me in a single breath.’

It was progress.

He turned back to Zhao Chun, whose oblivious excitement was now bubbling over.

Hei Long clapped his hands together:

"Go get your girlfriend and meet me in a private room. And make sure she understands what’s going on."

"Got it!" Zhao Chun gave a goofy thumbs-up and waddled off eagerly.

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Finding a private room was no challenge when you held the title of Saint.

Hei Long had merely said a word to the staff, and within moments, he was escorted to a cozy chamber tucked in the back of the dining hall.

It was quiet, candle-lit, and had a long table draped in a soft cloth—clearly meant for meetings or meditative meals, but it would serve their purpose just fine.

Liu Yifei, the waitress, had been hesitant at first—confused, even:

As she had asked earlier:

"W-Wait, where are we going?" she’d stammered, uncertain as Zhao Chun gestured for her to follow.

But the moment she heard the name Hei Long, her hesitation crumbled like stale tofu.

"Hei Long? The Hei Long?"

Liu Yifei’s face had flushed immediately.

In an instant, her expression melted into dreamy adoration.

Stars practically replaced the pupils in her eyes.

’He’s so handsome!’ Liu Yifei had screamed inside her head:

’His voice is like silk... his eyes... his SMILE—’

She practically skipped into the private room ahead of them and obediently laid herself down on the long table, stomach-down, arms at her sides, her cheek resting on folded hands.

The cloth beneath her was soft and warm, and she let out a small breath of anticipation.

Zhao Chun took a seat in the corner, clutching his knees nervously.

Despite his size and energy, there was something deeply protective in the way he watched her.

"Please," he said, voice a little tight:

"Be gentle. She’s... very fragile."

Hei Long, who had just rolled up his sleeves with fluid ease, paused and glanced over his shoulder.

His expression was unreadable.

"Don’t worry," he replied with a faint smile:

"I’m a very gentle person."

Zhao Chun nodded, visibly relieved:

"That’s good to hear! She’s got a delicate back, like butterfly wings."

Liu Yifei, however, barely heard any of it.

Her cheeks were already pink, and her thoughts were spiraling somewhere far away from this room:

’He’s going to touch me. Hei Long is going to put his hands on me—on my back! This isn’t a dream, is it? No, no, no—don’t faint again! Breathe, girl. BREATHE!’

She forced herself to stay still, though her toes curled with anticipation.

Hei Long took a step closer, looking down at her with calm, unreadable eyes.

The candlelight flickered across his features, casting subtle shadows:

’This woman looks like she’s just begging to be taken from that fat idiot...’

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Author’s Note:

Hey everyone! Just a quick heads-up—someone reported my cover for being "inappropriate," so Webnovel took it down. I won’t be able to upload a new one until June 30th, but no worries—it’s not a huge deal.

To help avoid this happening again, I’ll be putting all your gifts (especially Super Gifts) toward commissioning a new cover and, of course... those sexy scenes you all love.

Thanks for the support as always!

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