Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

Emily's body was trembling. She was pale and put her hands on Ron's chest to support her weight. "Then can you forgive me for my efforts?"

"What you need to get is not my forgiveness, but Bella's forgiveness. Besides, you are just a beginning, not the end. The family standing behind you should also pay the price." Ron freed one hand to grab Emily's softness.

She was silent for a moment and looked at Bella, regret filling her lavender eyes: "What does Miss Bella need me to do?"

She regretted taking over Happy Pavilion and regretted not directly ordering the guards to kill the two guys who came to cause trouble.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. Even if there is regret medicine, she is not sure whether her guards can defeat Ron.

His abilities were so bizarre that he had no way of guarding against them, let alone trying to figure out his limits.

In response to Emily's question, Bella pointed at Ron with a smile and said, "It's very simple. You just need to serve my master peacefully. If he is satisfied, I will be satisfied."

Emily: “…”

Such a familiar tactic, is this the legendary passing the buck?

"I see."

She gritted her teeth and took a breath, and when the tearing pain in her body subsided, she took the initiative to start a new round of trials.

Compared to becoming a dirty thing that is hated by everyone and dogs, the pain under my body is just a small setback.

Although Emily is not a farmer, she is experiencing the story of the farmer and the snake.

She had just saved and comforted a snake, but now she was bitten by the snake again, blood was flowing and the poison was deeply rooted.

The outcome is still unknown, and life and death are still unpredictable.

Unable to control her own destiny, Emily tried hard to shake her slender waist, as if to get rid of all this.

However, the reality was that all her struggles and efforts turned into food for the snake, causing it to dig deeper and deeper.

Perhaps because the poison was too severe, she felt a little pain in her stomach and cold sweat was breaking out on her tense little face.

She wanted to kill the thief but was powerless. After just a few simple tugs, she collapsed on Ron's chest exhausted and unable to get up.

In Ron's words, she was too weak, even far inferior to Bella.

Fortunately, Ron has special abilities. Even if Emily is exhausted, he can use hypnosis to perform a reincarnation and start a new game.

This scene seemed like a miracle to Emily. She watched her body move uncontrollably, feeling the endless pain and soreness. She finally asked the question in her heart:

"What on earth did you do to me? Is this magic?"

Ron pushed Emily's shoulders and distanced himself from her. "I won't tell you if it's magic or not. What I want to tell you is that if you haven't rinsed your mouth, please stay away from me."

Emily: "..."

Bella: “!!!”

While Ron and Emily's attention was not on her, Bella secretly rinsed her mouth with the tea on the table.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

Along with the sound of Bella gargling, there was also the sound from Emily's lower abdomen.

Debt-free, Ron looked up at the ceiling: "I have thought about the meaning of life countless times, but all the results I got were false..."

After a brief self-reflection, Ron left Emily's body. He turned his head to look at Bella who was gargling, and a bad idea came to his mind.

So he patted Emily on the shoulder and said, "Although your performance was barely acceptable, you took more than three minutes in the previous bet, so you still lost.

The loser should be punished. Are you ready, Miss Emily?"

"Liar! You're a liar! I hate you!"

Emily didn't care about the pain in her body. She was so grief-stricken and angry that she just wanted to rush up and strangle Ron's neck.

Faced with the girl's hysteria, Ron restricted her movements with just a look.

He slowly took off the purple cloth hanging on Emily's legs and used it to block her sight: "Don't move. It won't look good if it spills and stains your body."

After saying that, he rubbed the strange object on the corner of the girl's mouth, letting her taste the sticky blood.

"Woo!"

Emily realized that Ron was serious this time.

She wanted to speak, but Ron took away her right to speak.

She wanted to resist, but her body was already owned by Ron.

The lips that wanted to be closed not only could not be closed, but opened wide as if to welcome someone.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is just a young bird begging for food from the old bird.

"The taste may not be satisfactory. I hope Miss Emily can bear with it for a while."

Ron prodded again, as if making final preparations.

"I'm going to take care of you, you big head ghost!!!"

Emily roared madly in her heart. She wished she could bite Ron to death and die with him.

"Don't worry, it will be out soon."

Ron laughed and waved to Bella secretly. Bella understood what he said and handed him the teapot.

After taking the teapot, Ron shook it for a while and added, "The amount may be a bit much. Please be patient. If you perform well, I will reward you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron immediately adjusted Emily's taste perception. It didn't matter whether she drank the real waste or not. What mattered was that she thought she drank it.

Since Ron had never tasted it, he could only adjust Emily's taste to strange places.

Seeing that the time was right, he tipped the teapot and poured the warm tea into her mouth.

Don't ask me why I didn't use real stuff to punish Emily. The reason I asked was because I didn't feel anything else after venting.

It's a pity. Next time I have the chance, I must let her taste the saltiness.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

Emily's throat kept swallowing, and some of the overflowing tea flowed out from the corner of her mouth, flowed down her chin and dripped onto her chest, adding a bit of charm in vain.

Ron drank half the pot of tea and returned it to Bella. He adjusted his posture and took off Emily's "blindfold".

As soon as Emily opened her eyes, she saw Ron shaking something. Looking closely, there seemed to be some water droplets left on it.

"Crack!"

The hanging heart finally died.

A strange taste filled her mouth, and a sickening feeling made her feel nauseous.

Unprecedented despair shattered all of Emily's defenses, and at this moment she felt that her life was bleak.

"Well done, I'll call you next time if something like this happens."

Ron rubbed Emily's head encouragingly.

"Ugh~"

The moment she regained control of her body, Emily quickly ran to the table and put her fingers on her throat. She was inducing vomiting. She wanted to vomit out everything in her stomach.

It's like nothing would happen if I just spit it all out.

Bella kindly patted Emily on the shoulder when she saw this and comforted her, "Don't be sad, this is just the beginning. There will be many better days ahead. You can't induce vomiting every day."

Hearing this, Emily cried even harder.

Her life was so dark, and even her death was so pale.

Emily thought: 'Maybe I should change my name. Instead of calling myself Emily, maybe Ron's private bathroom is more suitable for me.'

Having achieved his goal, Ron asked Bella to help clean up. He stretched and said, "The game is halfway through, and it's time to wrap it up. Miss Emily, don't you want to get dressed and go out with us?"

Emily, who was filled with sorrow, murmured, "Kill me, kill me quickly..."

"I'm sorry, but I won't kill you."

Ron used his toes to lift Emily's chin and made her look up at him: "Not only that, you can't even commit suicide now. In the next period of time, in addition to being my exclusive processing tool, you have to go home and help me spy on intelligence.

How are you? Are you happy? "

"You want me to betray my family!?"

Emily looked at Ron with horror in her eyes: "Are you a demon?"

Ron smiled and said, "I could be."

Chapter 97 Public Toilet

"So Miss Emily, are you ready?"

Ron tipped her chin with his toes. "If you're not ready, I can give you some more psychological counseling, like giving you something weird to drink. What do you think?"

"Is my opinion useful? If you want to torture me, just do it directly. I won't resist."

Emily snorted with a sad look in her eyes. She was filled with melancholy and couldn't accept herself now.

In her opinion, she was already dirty and unclean, and the filth that had been poured into her stomach could never be vomited out.

Ron patted her head and said, "Of course it will help. I hope you can use your subjective initiative to work hard and improve efficiency. In other words, I want you to do your best to be a good insider."

It was true that he could hypnotize Emily and make her obey his orders, but the border was several days away from the royal city, and he could not control Emily's behavior in detail.

It will inevitably be exposed after a long time, and that is a scene that Ron does not want to see.

Therefore, returning part of the body's control to Emily is an inevitable option.

Facing Emily's question, Ron answered frankly: "Of course it is useful, but only some opinions are useful. You have the right to remain silent, but as a punishment I will let Bella join in, for example..."

He didn't finish his words, but the look he gave Bella's waist made his thoughts clear.

Emily tilted her head: "???"

Damn Ron, he's worse than a dog.

Even more despicable than private toilets are public toilets.

She was frightened, and her dead heart came back to life.

Emily hated Bella as much as Ron. If she really became Bella's toilet, it would be an experience ten thousand times more painful than cramps and skinning.

"...Can you give me some time to think about it? I want to see what's going on outside."

Her eyes changed for a while, but in the end she was unable to give a negative answer immediately.

Human fear is limitless. When she thought her patience had reached its limit, Ron would bring up new things to scare her.

“Yes, this is a reasonable request.”

Ron picked up the skirt on the table and threw it over Emily's head: "Put it on and follow me out to take a look."

After that, he and Bella left the room one after another, leaving Emily alone sitting on the ground licking her wounds.

"Faced with this kind of power... I had no chance of resistance at all."

Compared to the physical pain, Emily's will had already been shattered. She stared blankly at the ceiling with her dull eyes unable to focus.

She felt like a tattered doll without a single piece of intact cloth on her body, and the taste in her mouth was unforgettable, like cold tea.

Wait, why did the taste in my mouth change?

Emily was suddenly stunned. She tasted it carefully again and found that the strange taste in her mouth had completely disappeared, replaced by a faint tea fragrance.

Is it my problem or Ron's problem? Is it because he drank a lot of tea before?

She stood up, picked up the teapot on the gambling table and shook it for a while, but it was empty and there was no clinking sound at all.

"Will drinking too much tea really have any effect? ​​If I remember correctly, I drank half a pot before."

Emily first wiped the remaining tea with her finger and tasted it, then she secretly hid under the table and tried hard to squeeze out a drop of so-called waste.

The strange taste not only does not have any taste of tea at all, but it is also very astringent and difficult to describe.

At this moment Emily finally realized that Ron was lying to her and he was not that perverted.

The good news was that she didn't become Ron's toilet, the bad news was that she was deceived and drank her own waste.

It is obviously something to be happy about, but why do I feel so sad?