Villain: The Play of Destiny

"Keith, his place is beautiful!" Celine excitedly looked down from the Helicopter and saw the beautiful estate of Château de Chantilly with its racecourse, stables, artificial lake, park, and the magnificent Grand Château.

"I know." He smiled and looked around as well. The was indeed a gorgeous piece of property, which was why he had asked for it.

"Is this Amelia's birthday gift?" Rebecca knowingly smiled and asked when she saw Yingying capturing everything with a camera.

Tomorrow was the 1st of December, and it was Amelia's birthday. However, to the confusion of the blonde girl, Keith shook his head.

"She's not interested in it." He smiled. "You know how much of a perfectionist she is. Do you think she would take a liking to something like this?"

"No." His fiancee shook her head.

She had been living with Amelia for months now, and one thing she had learned was that no such beautiful work of man would catch her eyes. Amelia did like visiting places rich in heritage, but that was it. To her, owning a property like this held no meaning.

"So you asked for this property for me?" She mischievously said.

"No, silly!" Celine giggled. "It's for Venessa! I know she likes this Château a lot. Right, Keith?"

"Yes." He nodded his head. "It's for mother. I guess I can give it to her as a belated birthday present."

"Oh." Rebecca understandably nodded her head with a smile. "Aunty would love it."

Vanessa's birthday was back on November 9th, and everyone had a blast at a party they organised at the Demiliore Manor. Keith had gifted her an enchanting bracelet, which she always wore on her left wrist now, and as much as he loved his mother, it was not surprising that he asked for this piece of property specifically for her.

Keith and the ladies disembarked from the helicopter and all the staff of the Chantilly Estate was already waiting for them below the helipad.

The head butler of the Grand Manor stepped forward to greet them and then introduced Keith and the ladies to two hundred workers of the Estate.

Though the old man was formerly a servant of the French Royal Family, Robert was kind enough to let him work at the Estate where he was born, and now he was going to work under Keith, who was the new owner of this Estate.

After the introductions, Keith was given a tour of the entire Estate, which took the rest of the morning before they finally entered the Grand Château.

"Those swans were so beautiful..." Celine was still gushing over the pair of swans she had seen in the lake, and also the hundreds of ducks that were all over the place.

"Swan meat is quite tasteful." Keith playfully said and got the reaction he was looking for.

"Little Keith, you are so not hurting those swans!" She dangerously narrowed her eyes at him. "If you do, I won't talk to you again." And she threatened him.

"Okay." He shrugged and then turned to look at the head butler. "I want those two swans roasted in tonight's dinner..."

Before he could finish his words, Celine shut his mouth with her hand and shook her head at the old butler.

"He's just playing with me. Don't take him seriously."

"Of course, Madame."

Rebecca was snickering together with Keith now, and the grey-eyed lady glared at them.

"No one is eating swans!"

"Okay, okay..." Both of them raised their hands in surrender and then all their attention was directed to the gorgeous and luxurious interior of the Grand Château.

Of course, it was not as outrageous as that of the Palace of Versailles, but like all French manors, it was extensively luxurious.

The ladies did not care that it was lunchtime, and the first thing they did as soon as the tour of the Castle ended was to decide on their rooms. And that took them most of the afternoon since there were lots of rooms to choose from.

Celine was quite tempted to take the room that belonged to Princess Avriel, but Keith had informed them that the little Princess had requested to be allowed to visit the property and keep her horses in the stables here, so, she reluctantly let go of the idea.

However, she managed to find the perfect room for her that provided a breathtaking view of the lake, and since she could see her swans from there, she did not hesitate to ask the maids to prepare this room for her.

They finally had their lunch at 4 pm, and then Keith left the ladies at the Château as he went back to Paris to meet with the representatives of City of Sin and Hermes, who had some information for him that he had asked for.

Since they were eventually going to leave this world, Keith did not plan to just let go of all the wealth he was accumulating. The Demiliore Consortium could be passed down to some branch family, but he did not plan on doing it to the Black Forest Group. And there was something very useful in this world that was just as useful in the worlds he might go to next, and that was Gold.

Keith had to make arrangements in advance so that over the next ten years he could accumulate as much gold as possible. And that's where Hermes and the City of Sin played a part.

The Underworld had a lot more gold in their hands than the people thought existed in this world, and with the Space Exploration underway, the Gold was being extracted and mined from the Asteroids as well as the Moon, increasing the reserves on Gaia.

Keith returned to the Château at around 9 pm, having made some preliminary arrangements, and he was surprised to find a tipsy Celine dancing around in the second lounge with Rebecca and a few maids to old classical music.

"Keith!" The grey-eyed lady's eyes brightened up when she saw him. "You are back!"

She happily rushed up to him and then dragged him by the arm.

"Dance with me." It did not sound like a request and was more of a command.

Keith chuckled as he started swaying around with her in his arms. And then he complained to Rebecca through his eyes that she had allowed Celine to drink too much, and his blonde Fiancee just kept giggling mischievously.

It was obvious that it was deliberate on her part and she had something going on in her mind.

Since the ladies had already had their dinner, after dancing around with Celine for a while, he excused himself to his room.

They had to catch a flight early in the morning. It was Amelia's birthday tomorrow, and they had to return to the Manor to attend a family celebration.

When he exited the dressing room, dressed in his pyjamas, Keith sighed when he found Celine sitting on his bed, swinging her legs, singing a hymn.

"Keith!" She brightly said and then jumped up on her feet, wobbling as soon as she touched the ground again, and he caught her before she could trip and fall.

"You escaped the bed, didn't you?" He knowingly smiled and asked.

The maids had been asked to tuck her in bed, and since she was here in her pyjamas, it meant that she had sneaked out of her room.

"Yes!" She grinned at him. "But little Keith... I want to talk to you about something." And suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

"Yes?" He curiously asked after he helped her sit back on the bed.

"Don't go." She pleadingly said. "If you go, it will all be boring. Qingyue will be sad, Amelia will be sad, Kiara will be sad, Rebecca will be sad... everyone will be very sad. It won't be fun!"

Keith sighed in his heart when he heard her words.

"But I have to go." He said.

"Why?!" She cried. "You know, Special Forces are dangerous.... if..."

"Ssshhh." He shook his head and cut her off. "I will be fine." He assuredly smiled at her.

"Why do you have to go?!" She asked again, and her eyes narrowed at him, as she appeared a little mad at him now.

"I have to go because I want to go." He seriously said.

"You are selfish!" She pouted and turned to look away from him.

"I know." He smiled and then stood up. "Come, let's tuck you back in bed."

"No." She adamantly shook her head like a child, and he sighed.

Keith knew that she was not too drunk right now, and still retained her sobriety, which was clear by the frown marring her face.

"Okay. You can stay here." He shrugged and walked over to the other side of the bed before getting in and closing his eyes.

"Keith..."

"Keith..."

"Keith..."

He ignored her few calls but opened his eyes when she draped her hair on his face, which tickled.

"Yes?" He asked as he looked into her sterling grey eyes.

"You are mean!" She told him, and he sighed.

"Get some sleep, Aunty."

"No." She shook her head again. "I won't let you sleep tonight."

"Why?"

"Because I want to." She mischievously grinned at him.

Keith kept looking into her eyes, and the more he looked, the more restless she became.

Celine was about to sit back up when he suddenly pulled her to him and pinned her under his body, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

No words were said as he started tearing her pyjamas, and though there was fear reflecting in her eyes, it was shrouded by her lust and excitement.

For a woman who had not had sex in nearly two decades, the newfound vitality in the body thanks to Cultivating was making it hard for her to abstain from it. She had been yearning for it for some time now.

Keith had always known that Celine was sensually attracted to him. It was quite clear by how his scent aroused her, and her attempts to look for every little chance to hug him and take a whiff of him.

Once laid bare, she did not even try to hide her beautiful mounds from his eyes, and when he leaned in to kiss her, she pulled him onto her strongly.

Just a taste of him, and she was hooked.

She had of course heard Kiara and Rebecca talk about it, but experiencing it for herself was something she could not have imagined in her wildest thoughts.

However, she was swung out of her trance when she felt something big part her nether lips and invade her body.

Her breath got stuck in her throat and her face contorted in pain. He was just too big, far bigger than her ex-husband, and the pain she was experiencing was too much. The last time she had been in so much pain was when she was about to give birth to her dear daughter, and her heart bled in guilt when the thought of Qingyue crossed her mind.

Keith filled her to the brim and then locked his hands with hers, pulling her arms over her head, causing her succulent breasts to squeeze under his weight.

"Ask me to fuck you, Aunty." He smirked as he refused to move, despite her misty eyes pleading with him to move.

"Move..."

"No." He shook his head and nibbled on her lower lip. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you..."

"Keith..."

"I just want you to be honest with me, Aunty." He smiled against her lips. "You wanted this, didn't you?" He knowingly asked, and her heart skipped a beat.

Celine shied her eyes away, but the way her insides were squeezing his shaft and leaking juices was a clear indication that she was burning in lust for him.

Maybe she thought that she could make him move by using her clumsy skills, but Keith seemed completely fine staying buried inside of her.

"Fuck me..." She finally whispered, not looking into his eyes, and her fair skin burned more furiously in blush when he planted a wet kiss on her neck and nibbled her lightly.

"Say it again."

"Fuck me..."

"Say it as you want it." He mercilessly said and kept placing kisses on her neck.

"Fuck me, Keith." She clearly said. "Please..."

"Good girl!" He grinned and then finally moved, which earned a seductive moan from Celine.

It was quite uncomfortable for her as her insides tried to get used to him, but the pleasure he provided her was simply intoxicating, and the pain that was mixed within in it was acting like a catalyst.

As he picked up his rhythm, she too started singing her moans in his ears, urging him to ravage her faster and harder.

And Keith was more than willing to comply with her demands. He fucked her just the way she wanted him to, drowning her in pleasure that she never thought was possible. He made her go through several shameful positions, and she was ashamed that he enjoyed every moment of it all, and she was utterly scared by his terrifying stamina.

How could a man just keep going on and on for so long?

After indulging in her carnal desires to the brink of exhaustion, Celine fell into her dreamland with a content smile on her face. Her was body basking in his warmth, unaware of the shame and guilt that was waiting to hit her when she would get up in the morning.