Lillia to Treize - Volume 2 Chapter 7 — The Secret of Ikstova

Just something I made to keep track of some of my favourite essences & powers from fics. {with personal twists}

The Story of One Continent ~Allison and Wil and Lillia and Treize and Meg and Seron and Everyone Else~ is one final send-off for the long-running series of novels by Keiichi Sigsawa that includes Allison, Lillia and Treize, and Meg and Seron.

As this is a sequel that involves characters from all three series, you are advised to read all of Allison, Lillia and Treize, and Meg and Seron before diving in.

[Group Pet + Double A + Paranoia + Shuang Wen + Chasing Girl Crematorium]

In the group favorite article, Nan Qiao is a female supporting role who has been robbed of the heroine’s halo, and is cast aside by her father, three brothers, grandparents, and friends.

The father wants to break away from her, the three older brothers only dote on the step-sister, and the patriarchal grandparents also dote on the stepmother’s daughter.

The fiance said: “Don’t stalk me, the person I love is Zhizhi.”

Father: “Nan Qiao, can you stop messing around, your sister is your savior.”

Brother: “Nan Qiao, I’m so disappointed in you.”

Second brother: “You actually hit your sister with your own hands, don’t you know that my sister is weak and can’t stand it?”

Third brother: “I didn’t expect you to be so heartless.”

Grandpa and grandma: “Let her get out, our Nan family doesn’t have such unworthy descendants!”

After being reborn, Nan Qiao suddenly came to her senses. Since you all dislike me and abandon me, then this time I won’t let you all go.

He turned around and inherited his grandfather’s billions of property, and was doted on by his seven elder brothers.

The bossy brother, the top-ranking second brother, the professor’s third brother…the buddies are crazily competing for favor.

Just when Nan Qiao was doing well, he was targeted by the top villain BOSS in the original text.

Huo Yichen pinched Nan Qiao’s chin, narrowed his narrow and deep eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and tired, “Why, you want to run away without taking responsibility for teasing me?”

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Just when Nan Qiao thought everything was over, her family members were reborn one after another and remembered the memories of her previous life just like her.

The family members who abused her thousands of times begged her to go home with red eyes and frenzied expressions.

“I’m sorry, Jojo, I was wrong”

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.