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As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. 

These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will.

What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. 

As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself.

As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. 

Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality.

In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.

Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

Max exhaled sharply beside her. "He played us."

She didn't respond. What was there to say? Graves had let them come to him, let them believe they had the upper hand. And then he vanished, leaving only destruction in his wake. The worst part wasn't even the escape, it was the way he had spoken to her.

The words gnawed at her, a splinter she couldn't remove. He had known she would come. He had wanted her here.

Max crouched beside a fallen beam, shifting debris. "This place was wired to blow before we even set foot inside."

Alice knelt beside him, brushing aside ash and dust. The ground was littered with fragments of metal and broken concrete, but something else caught her eye. A small, blackened device half-buried beneath the rubble. She picked it up carefully.

She exchanged a glance with Max. "This wasn't destroyed in the blast."

Max frowned. "You think he left it for us?"

Chapter 146