[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system":3,"chapter-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-38":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},560544,810,"Chapter 38: Belt, Lipstick, and Consequences","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-38",38,"\u003Cp>Belt, Lipstick, and Consequences\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian D’Aurelius stared out the window at the city lights streaking past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had planned to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid female leads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid emotional entanglement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate clearly had a twisted sense of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drunk Ice Queen was asleep in his arms, whispering love like it was the most natural thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly over the overpass, city wind brushing faintly against the tinted windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian finally allowed himself to relax for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt something warm and soft brush against his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene Aurevale had shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long black hair slid over his collar, and when he looked down, he saw her lifting her head with stubborn determination, blue eyes hazy but focused on one goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was aiming for his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, give me a kiss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was syrupy, almost coaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pouted and swayed her head, inching closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, don’t come any closer!! Wanner, help me pull her off!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to resist, but his hands were already trapped. Somehow, in her drunken clinginess, she had pinned his wrists between her body and the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only jerk his head left and right, dodging like a man avoiding assassination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she really kissed him like this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she sobered up, wouldn’t she kill him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young master,\" the bodyguard said helplessly from the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on the road, \"I’m driving on the overpass. I can’t help you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even a trace of silent judgment in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beauty throws herself at you and you act like you’re being attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re so righteous, why did you simp for three years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite Julian’s desperate evasive maneuvers, Selene’s persistence paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She missed his lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her soft mouth landed squarely on his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slightly clumsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each kiss left a vivid red imprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lipstick smeared across his face like a battlefield mark of humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After planting several enthusiastic kisses, she leaned back slightly, satisfied, and stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I kissed you so many times,\" she mumbled, brows furrowing cutely. \"Why don’t you kiss me back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s soul almost left his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, are you always this wild???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He genuinely looked like he was about to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she be like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the dignified Selene Aurevale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a tipsy demoness with zero restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She puffed her cheeks, offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who told you to stop simping for me? You said you’d simp for me for a lifetime! You broke your promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was actual sadness there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I simped for three years and got nowhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why don’t you try simping for another three years?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What would happen if I tried?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’d become a super simp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene giggled at her own logic, clearly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian stared at her, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman was truly drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mood flipped faster than stock prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she leaned forward again—not for a kiss this time—but rubbing her cheek against his like a spoiled cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry,\" she murmured softly. \"I know you’re upset. How about I simp for you instead? Don’t ignore me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden shift—from teasing to apology, from dominance to vulnerability—hit him harder than the kisses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting second, temptation flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath brushed against his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers slid into his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body pressed closer, warm and pliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he leaned down just slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he stopped resisting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could return the kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn’t even take effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then reality stabbed through the haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she remembered tomorrow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Evan found out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would be buried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more importantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t that kind of man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could respond, Selene’s voice faded mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head dropped against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fell asleep instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian let out a long, exhausted breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully adjusted her posture, making sure she was comfortable but no longer climbing him like a determined vine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you kept going,\" he muttered under his breath, \"my pure body might really be ruined by you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, the Rolls-Royce turned through the gates of the D’Aurelius estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mansion stood illuminated under soft golden lights, quiet and imposing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian didn’t plan to send Selene back to the Aurevale household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was too drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explaining lipstick-covered chaos at midnight would be a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the D’Aurelius estate had more than enough guest rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying Selene carefully in his arms, Julian stepped out of the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when he saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary D’Aurelius stood at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face darker than storm clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour earlier, while resting at home and scrolling through Snapora, an old friend had sent him a video link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, he clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son—smiling lecherously—hugging four women, drinking wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouting boldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not a scumbag, I just want to give them a home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary had nearly smashed his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little brat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just arranged an engagement for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was already revealing his true colors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Julian step out with lipstick stains all over his face, carrying a woman in his arms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary slowly pulled off his belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A father sees his son alive—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And pulls out the Seven Wolves belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, Dad, calm down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian nearly dropped Selene from shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calm down?\" Gary’s voice was dangerously low. \"You little brat. You just got the marriage arranged and you’re already showing your true colors? Bringing women home to play?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the belt tightly, veins visible on the back of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian quickly shifted Selene slightly so Gary could see her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t just anyone. It’s Selene Aurevale.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We went drinking together. That short video was just for fun. Mike Valquin asked me to help him shoot it to gain followers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blame was delivered smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gary narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Examined Selene carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his future daughter-in-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression eased by a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The belt slowly slid back through his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several bodyguards who had been hiding discreetly in the shadows emerged awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been arranged by Gary in case Julian tried to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian pretended not to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Veena D’Aurelius also stepped out, holding a box of Medical Kit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at her husband’s belt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at Julian’s lipstick-covered face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at Selene in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goodness,\" she said dryly, lifting the medicine box slightly. \"A one-stop service for getting beaten and treated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian nearly laughed from relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had survived kisses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had survived temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had survived the belt.\u003C\u002Fp>",1144,"2026-05-30T15:14:54.973Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","a73e142426342b99d2d01b5959b3bd680525b031fbb1c19f6a366112048f7079","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-39","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-37",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]