Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 133: A Dastardly Scheme

Alex took Vanessa out to her favorite bar, where he once more paid for her food and drinks. Normally he wouldn’t bother with such simp like behavior when taking a woman out. But Vanessa was a heroine, and because of this, she was worth the effort and expense. Especially since he was trying to win the woman over.

During their time drinking together, Vanessa opened up about herself a bit more. Revealing that aside from being a world class grappler, she had a brief stint in MMA, but retired before she could make it to the Ultimate Fighting Challenge.

Though she had competed in one of its biggest competitors back in the day, going so far as to win their title and defend several times. She was ultimately defeated by a juiced up a monster of a woman who looked like a man in a dress and heels.

After that, Vanessa retired from the sport and began teaching new fighters at the American Fight Club. Throughout this story, Alex nodded his head and went along with her words. After all, he was all too aware of who she was, and how much of a trailblazer Vanessa was for women’s MMA. Not that Alex really cared for women fighting.

However, after a while, Alex couldn’t help but think about one thing, which he was quick to ask the Brazilian muscle mommy.

“So… Throughout all these years, did you ever get married? I mean, no offense, but I don’t see a ring on your finger….”

Vanessa by now was incredibly tipsy, and cracked a joke at Alex, not believing he was remotely interested in her.

“Why? Are you perhaps interested?”

Naturally, Alex wore a smug smirk as he responded to the woman’s question in a manner which she thought was absolutely shameless.

“Only if you’re interested in me as well…”

This caused the woman to choke on her beer, as she eyed Alex with her intoxicated brown eyes. Ultimately, she shook her head in an attempt to sober herself up before admitting she had enough to drink.

“Alright… I think I’m drunk enough. Are you sober enough to drive?”

Alex nodded his head. He was not the type of man to drink and drive. Not because it was against the law, but it was an extremely stupid thing to do. Still, he had a very high alcohol tolerance, and because of this, he could have four of five beers and still be perfectly fine to drive. Thus, he pulled out his key fob and nodded his head.

“Don’t sweat it, I got you covered Nessa. Just let me pay the bill and I’ll drive you home.”

After saying this Alex paid the bill, before practically carrying the intoxicated muscle mommy out to his car, where she sat in the passenger seat and gazed out the window while Alex drove her across the city which was filled with neon lights, before arriving at her address.

It was not surprising that despite being a world class fighter, and currently being employed as a trainer at one of the largest MMA gyms in the world, that Vanessa was not living in as opulent as a house as a casual might expect.

The truth of the matter was that there simply was not a lot of money to be made in the sport of mixed martial arts. Only the best in the world made millions throughout their careers. And even then, their yearly income paled in comparison to other top athletes from the other largest sports.

For example, most of the champions in the world’s largest promotion made 500k USD a fight, with only the most popular of all time making at most three million a fight. And that was before they had to pay for a variety of expenses. Like their coaches, corner, sparring partners, medical bills, promotional license, taxes, et cetera.

And while that was a good chunk of money, it paled in comparison to sports like boxing where the world’s greatest boxers made tens of millions a fight. Or even non-combat sports such as football and basketball, who made tens of millions a year.

After all, when fighting at the highest level in mixed martial arts, a talented fighter could at most fight four times a year, any more than that, and they would be risking serious injury or permanent brain damage. Thus, even if you were an absolute icon, which transcended the sport of MMA itself, and made 3 million a fight, at most you would make is 12 million a year, before taxes and other expenses.

As for those who were champions of B tier leagues like Vanessa, they would at most make 250k USD a fight before expenses. But that was in the modern day where the sport was at its peak. Back when Vanessa fought, she could expect half of that at the most.

These were, of course, the paydays for champions. The average fighters made virtually nothing. And most of them had to work other jobs to afford their training, and to pay their bills. Because of this, few fighters entered the sport of MMA in search of a big payday. If money was all you were after, and you were athletic, you were better off playing with a ball for a living.

Thus, it was no surprise to Alex when Vanessa lived in a perfectly average house. Which she couldn’t help but sigh, and comment on, when she realized Alex was already so rich at only the age of nineteen.

“Must be nice, having mommy’s money…”

After all, Alex had not yet informed the woman where his money came from, and she just assumed it was all from his rich mother. If Alex was actually a self-made man, he would have taken offense to this.

But the reality was, his small fortune was given to him by the system as a reward for conquering heroines. Thus, he chuckled, before allowing Vanessa to continue believing that he was nothing more than a boy with rich parents, while shifting the conversation to something far more serious.

“Anyway, are you going to be able to make it to the door without my help?”

The moment Vanessa realized that Alex had no intentions of forcing his way inside her home, she looked at him with an almost shocked expression on her pretty face. She had previously thought, based upon their flirting at the bar, that Alex would have tried something with her.

Yet, all he really seemed to be concerned about was if she could walk the few steps from the driveway into her front door. Thus, she chuckled lightly as she assured Alex that she was sober enough to walk to her door.

“I’m fine. I sobered up a bit on the drive here… Alright, well, thanks for giving me a lift. I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow, right?”

Alex smirked in response to this and silently nodded his head. Which, for whatever reason, caused Vanessa to feel slightly relieved. She then immediately exited the car and walked towards her house, where she took one last look behind her to see if Alex was really not making an attempt to stay the night before entering her home. Once Vanessa had closed the door behind her, Alex noticed a message from the system.

[Vanessa is grateful you didn’t try to take advantage of her while she was drunk!]

[+15 Affection from Vanessa!]

[Vanessa’s Affection: 25/100]

Alex was glad to see that he was making progress with the woman, and decided to drive home for the night to get some much needed sleep.

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It was late at night, and yet Diana had not gone to bed, nor was she waiting up for her son to return home. With that boy it was hit or miss whether he would spend the night some place else, or return home. Instead, she was on a rather heated call with her soon to be ex-husband.

Though Diana had said she divorced her husband, Richard. The reality of the situation was that the man was contesting many of the assets which she wanted for herself. Thus, a prolonged legal battle was taking place. And though Richard had given the woman a single casino, and small fortune, at the advice of his lawyers, he was not at all pleased with these results, and had called Diana in a drunken rage.

“You fucking bitch! I will give you this one last chance to leave matters as they are! I have given you a casino that generates hundreds of millions of revenue a year and have even given you a solid billion dollars! Yet you want to take me for every penny you think you are entitled to! Like hell I am giving you half of what I and my family have worked hard for all these years! This is your last chance. Accept what you have been given, or face the consequences!”

Diana, however, was unconvinced of her husband’s threats, and made sure to tell him off, before hanging up on him.

“I’m not afraid of your threats, Dick. I am entitled to half of what is yours, and I intend to take every penny of it! Stop stalling! My lawyers are prepared for this to go on for years if need be! So the sooner you accept the reality for what it is, the better it is for everyone. Anyway, I think I just heard my son come home, so if there is nothing else, then goodbye!”

Immediately after saying this, Diana hung up on her soon to be Ex-husband. Leaving the man in a bitter state. In another casino within the city of Las Vegas, Richard was smoking a cigarette in his office, with a glass of top shelf scotch in his other hand.

Sitting across from him was a beautiful young African woman. She had long black hair and golden eyes. This mysterious woman had medium breasts, a thin waist, wide hips, and a large, yet toned, ass. Though she didn’t have abs like Vanessa, her body clearly displayed her athleticism. And at the moment, all she was dressed in was a skintight body suit.

She had a stoic expression on her pretty face as she asked Richard the immediate question on her mind.

“So I take it your negotiations have failed?”

Richard wanted more than anything to curse out this bitch for pointing out the obvious. But ultimately decided not to, especially when he considered her profession. Thus, he took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily in order to calm his nerves, before the billionaire nodded his head with an absolutely bitter expression on his face.

“That is correct… It would appear that I have no other choice than to make use of your services. You promise this won’t come back to haunt me?”

The young African woman looked at Richard as if he was a fool before answering him with a stoic expression on her face and a cold tone in her voice.

“My discretion is part of the package. Surely whoever recommended my services to you informed you about this? The moment you pay me, the target is as good as dead. No questions asked, no statements given. In other words, my lips are sealed….”

Richard nodded his head with a wicked smile on his face. Clearly, he was more emotionally invested than this hired gun. He quickly handed over a dossier to the would-be assassin, that had the information of the target he wanted killed.

“Your primary target is a woman named is Diana Johnson, although assuming she somehow survives, she will be changing her name soon enough. She is my soon to be ex-wife. If she is permitted to live, then I will lose half of everything I own. And like hell, I am giving up all that I have worked for to a gold digging whore!”

The mysterious black woman quickly looked over the file, which contained the woman’s name, address, family members, frequent places she visited, social security number, vehicle registrations, et cetera. Basically, anything that this assassin could use to covertly eliminate her target was provided to her.

After getting a thorough understanding of her target, the mysterious assassin handed back the dossier to Richard, having completely memorized its contents in the span of a few seconds. Though this surprised the man, she then spoke to him in the same cold and indifferent tone which she always had.

“What about the boy?”

Richard nodded his head, as if he had forgotten about the woman’s secondary target. He then searched through his desk before finding a file on Alex. It was much lighter than the one on Diana. After all, it was completely and utterly lacking on any information about the young man during his time in Korea.

Perhaps it was the result of Mimi’s father, but after Alex had left for America, any and all records about him were sealed. This included the event at the country club, where Alex killed multiple members of the North Korean Special Forces.

No matter how much Richard had tried to find out about what Alex had gone through during his brief time in South Korea. All he could find was an athletic transcript, which was perfect in every way.

This actually made the mysterious assassin frown, which was the first facial expression she had made since meeting with Richard. After all, in her experience, a record that was this clean was usually fabricated. Because of this, she could not help but ask further about it.

“Why is there no information about the boy during his time in South Korea? He was there for over six months, and yet there was nothing on his record except for a place of residence, an entry date, an athletic transcript, and an exit date.

It is almost as if during his entire stay in the country this boy did nothing but study. Yet, within a few weeks after coming back to the states, he has a debut in the world’s largest cage fighting promotion? Something isn’t right with this….”

Richard didn’t think that anything was wrong, and thus he was quick to comment that these were the only records of Alex’s time in Seoul that money could buy.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I paid a premium for this information, and this was the only thing about the kid. He may be a professional fighter, but surely you have means to deal with him, right?”

The assassin remained completely silent, as if pondering just why Alex would have his record sealed like this, especially as an immigrant to the country who was only 19 years old. But she did not say another word.

After all, as an international freelance assassin, she had her own contacts in Korea, ones that might be able to get her access to the truth of the matter. Thus, she simply accepted the offer, while making her terms clear to her newest client.

“Have the money in my account by the end of the night, and the targets will be terminated by the start of next week. After that, you will never hear from me again. Have a good night Mr. Johnson…”

With this said, the mysterious assassin rose from her seat and exited the room. Where despite his best efforts, Richard could not find any trace of her on the Casinos’ numerous security cameras, as if she had just suddenly vanished into thin air.

But he did not care about this, instead he wore a sadistic smile and poured himself another drink. He could now celebrate the death of his gold digger of a wife in peace.