Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Long Niang cracked her itchy knuckles, picked up the fried rice in one hand and the spoon in the other, and looked tenderly at the customer whose only moving part of his body was his eyes, her voice as soft and happy as could be.

"Come on, little squirrel, I promise to feed you well today."

With a firm guarantee, the bright red and festive fried rice was spooned into Miss Nightmare's half-open mouth.

It must be said that as an authority in a certain field, Long Niang's handling of details is quite professional.

To prevent the tongue from blocking the throat and food from entering the trachea, the dragon girl simply pulled out Meryl's pink tongue, which was covered in glistening saliva, and guided it to the corner of her lips, while simultaneously feeding the fried rice directly into the customer's esophagus.

Looking at Miss Nightmare slumped in the chair, half of her pink tongue sticking out, her face flushed (spicy), her jaw agape, foreign objects constantly going in and out of her mouth, a large clump of white substance stuffed into her throat, an indescribable sadistic beauty, one can't help but have erotic thoughts.

Unfortunately, due to the spread of cognitive distortion, the surrounding diners were completely unaware of the erotic and stimulating scene in the corner.

However, the scene before him reminded Samael of a traditional craft—force-feeding ducks.

This is a cruel method for rapidly fattening ducks. The ducklings are force-fed after one and a half months, and the fattening process lasts about half a month. Twice a day, long strips of feed are manually stuffed into the duck's esophagus; or porridge-like feed is fed through a rubber tube using a machine. During the force-feeding period, the ducks' activity is restricted to ensure rapid fattening.

Clearly, the woman slumped in the chair was the duck being force-fed, and the dragon maid was the master chef who delivered the food.

However, it must be said that although it was her first time doing it, the Dragon Girl was exceptionally skilled. She even patted Mary's back from time to time, taking the initiative to help her customer swallow the food in her esophagus.

The girl's every move was both cruel and tender, and her excitedly blinking eyes seemed to exude a strange intimacy with the "duck" on the chair.

That's right, she really did treat the other person like a pet that could bring her joy.

Because Elizabeth Bathory is a monster born from horror legends, she also has certain personality flaws.

A born and pure sadist, her dragon bloodline makes her regard humans as inferior beings. She is indifferent to the pain of others and is an anti-hero who only realizes that "this creature is human" when she sees others suffering.

In a sense, both Merry and the Dragon Girl view humans as animals that please them, and the two are somewhat similar.

But as the saying goes, like repels like, so when two people meet, it's uncertain who will be the one having fun.

Therefore, evil people need to be dealt with by other evil people.

Samael put down his knife and fork with satisfaction, pushed the empty plate aside, picked up his teacup, sipped his tea, and watched the entertainment unfold with great interest.

This torture expert was his gift to Meryl.

It's clear that both sides are having a great time.

The meal was so enjoyable that it lasted until sunset and nightfall, and all three diners were completely satisfied.

Some experience it spiritually, some physically, and some enjoy both spiritually and physically.

As dusk settled, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together and headed to their hotel.

Snapped!

Upon entering the room, as Samael snapped his fingers, Meryl, who had been dragged to the bed by the dragon girl, had her jawbone automatically reattached.

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, Miss Nightmare, like a fish stranded on a beach, her features contorted in pain, collapsed onto the edge of the bed, coughing violently.

He was about to vomit up all his internal organs, and his expression was one of extreme pain and depression.

Finally, after a long period of venting, Mary, who had finally calmed down, twisted her body, knelt on the bed, and looked at the devil in front of her with resentment.

"It's just asking you to feed me, is it really that big of a deal?"

As she spoke, ripples spread across Mary's body like waves on water, and a layer of transparent air twisted and shattered.

What came into view was a professionally binding rope, folded in half from the middle, looped around the neck, and knotted sequentially at the collarbone, the middle of the chest, the sternum, and the pubic bone. At the same time, faint, light-like divine patterns flowed across the rope, and between the ropes were standard tortoise-shell-shaped diamonds, not only accentuating the succubus lady's curves but also binding her hands behind her back.

Upon closer inspection, the black, snake-like ends of the rope appeared to have originated from the ten rings that were worn on Meryl's toes.

Clearly, it was more than just decoration; it was also a torture device (or perhaps a form of sexual pleasure?).

And today, she took this very thing with her when she went out, and walked around all day...

Chapter 3: The Initiation of Tiao Education (4.5k)

Faced with the succubus's pitiful accusations, Samael, who was already familiar with the woman's nature, remained unmoved and spoke softly.

"Then why don't you say why you were tied up?"

Immediately, Mary, who had just been on the verge of tears, looked away with a wry smile.

In response, Samael glared at the most guilty-looking nightmare demon and sneered.

Why? Isn't it because she's dishonest and always comes up with something new?

For example, out of curiosity about his physical structure, he might impulsively test his length in public.

For example, suddenly transforming into a master actor, striking a pose as if being coerced by a pervert, crying out for help from the kind-hearted people around, and then happily watching the battle between the human hero and the demon while munching on sunflower seeds.

For example, relying on this immortal body mixed with curses, he sometimes tries to jump off buildings, sometimes tries to lie down on railway tracks, just to experience that feeling of being near death...

In short, this mischievous fairy has never been idle along the way.

Even though Samael was lazy and calm, she drove him crazy. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he tied her up and took her out into the street to stop her from causing any more trouble.

Of course, this tight-knit binding method also had another purpose: to safely escort this cunning nightmare to Mordred so that she could deliver this local specialty to the two people at 10 Downing Street.

Unfortunately, Mordred was arrested and stood them up for the meeting. The gift was never given, and Samael could only take it back to his lodgings and make plans for the future.

Who should I contact next? This is giving me a headache...

Just as the ancient serpent was having some trouble, the dragon girl, her face full of excitement, dragged the now bloated Merry towards her hut like a squirrel storing food, ready to continue "exchanging feelings".

Her daytime playfulness unknowingly awakened a kind of interest that was beneficial to her mind and body, and she even enjoyed it immensely.

However, before the dragon girl could move Merry off the bed, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

The familiar temperature and familiar touch instantly sent a chill down Long Niang's spine. Her body trembled like a leaf, like a mouse being watched by a venomous snake, too afraid to move.

I seem to have gotten a little carried away...

Could it be that this demon is going to turn on me?!

Thinking of this, the dragon girl, her forehead beaded with cold sweat, stiffly turned her head, stared at the demon king behind her, swallowed hard, and stammered in defense of herself.

"I, I...that..."

"I protest!"

At this moment, seemingly sensing the subtle atmosphere in the air, Meryl, who was being carried on the Dragon Girl's shoulder, lit up with her eyes. She quickly twisted her body, put on a pitiful look, and complained to Samael with a resentful tone.

"They didn't do anything wrong today, yet they were bullied so badly. This is not fair!"

"Hmm, it does seem a bit unfair..."

After a moment's thought, Samael, maintaining a fair and objective attitude, nodded slightly in agreement.

"Yes, yes!"

Hearing Samael's tone soften, Melly nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and continued to fan the flames.

"If she dares to disobey orders and mistreat me today, she'll find a chance to get revenge on you tomorrow!"

"I'm not! I didn't!"

Upon hearing such hurtful words, the Dragon Lady turned pale with fright and hastily raised her hands in a standard surrender gesture.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the moment the dragon girl excitedly gave a French military salute, Merry, who was being carried on her shoulder, fell straight to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

Fortunately, Samael was not short of money and liked to enjoy life. The hotel room he rented was also high-end, with shock-absorbing wooden floors and a soft wool carpet.

Otherwise, Miss Nightmare, who was smashed into the cement, would probably suffer even greater pain.

"See? Such a strong reaction, they must be feeling guilty!"

Mary lifted her head from the carpet and, with a cold smile, further confirmed the claim.

"She's been oppressed by you for so long, and she's so hostile towards me, an outsider. I wonder how she's planning to seduce you. She's been so ruthless; there must be some personal grudge against you involved. I'm just taking the blame for you. Look at that, it's too much!"

"That's really going too far..."

"But I'm different. You control everything about them, and they can't disobey you even if they want to."

Meryl, half resentful and half pitiful

To state the indisputable facts.

Done!

Sensing something amiss, the dragon maiden caught a whiff of danger. Gazing at her new adversary's malevolent gaze, she felt as if a huge "danger" sign was flashing wildly above her head. This sent chills down her spine, and she froze on the spot, her mind filled with images of cruel punishments.

Sure enough, Mary glanced sideways at the lizard woman who had tormented her during the day, her smile bright, revealing her true intentions.

"So, instead of trusting her, trust me. Just hand this lizard woman over to me, and I guarantee she'll be more docile than I am!"

"That's it..."

Samael looked down at the nightmare demon, whose belly had grown larger and whose appearance was pitiful, and seemed somewhat moved. Then he turned his head and looked at the dragon girl trembling in the corner.

"Don't go too far tonight..."

"Hmm, don't worry, I promise..."

Mary, whose wish had been fulfilled, nodded repeatedly and smiled exceptionally brightly.

However, before she could even conceive of revenge against the lizard woman with the black hand, her delicate body was lifted into the air by a rope knot, like a crab tied up in a market, and handed over to the customer.

what?

ha?

In an instant, the smiling Mary and the trembling Dragon Girl stared at each other, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, looking at each other in disbelief.

What is this scenario?

Just as the Dragon Girl's mind went blank, a fair hand gently patted her shoulder, and a voice in her ear was extremely gentle.

"Don't worry, you're mine. How could I let anyone else bully you besides me?"

As that gentle voice entered her ears clearly, although she vaguely felt that something was wrong, the dragon girl's mood instantly rose from hell to heaven. Her tail stood straight up like an antenna receiving a signal, and her whole body trembled with excitement.

He approves of me! We're on the same side! I'm so important to him!

Faced with the dragon maid's incredulous gaze, Samael smiled and nodded, soothing the dragon girl's emotions.

"Why were you so nervous just now? I just wanted to tell you that we have to get up early tomorrow, so don't overdo it."

Oh my god, he's so thoughtful! He's just...

The dragon girl looked at the demon in front of her with starry eyes, blushing like a girl in her first love, and the excited blush on her face quickly spread to her ears.

"Here, use this..."

Immediately, the ancient snake took a goose feather from the pillow, handed it to the dragon girl who was searching for a suitable torture device in the corridor, and spoke with a smile.

"Nobles have their own etiquette. As a guest, it is impolite to damage the homeowner's property."

grace! So elegant!

Realizing the wonder of this thing, the dragon girl's face lit up with a smile. She grabbed the long, soft goose feather and looked at Meryl's bare, white feet with ill intent.

At this moment, having fallen from heaven to hell, Mary couldn't help but pull her feet back, grit her teeth, and glare angrily at the manipulative devil before her, spewing out profanities.

"Samael, you...!"

"Come on, little squirrel, if we want to go to bed early tonight, we need to hurry!"

However, before she could speak, the impatient Dragon Girl covered her mouth and dragged her to the next bedroom.

As she was about to leave, the clumsy dragon girl even carefully closed the door. Her deliberate slowing of her pace made her walk incredibly elegant, reflecting her innate good manners.

Samael, inside the door, waved and watched the dragon girl walk into the next room, nodding in satisfaction.

Yes, the Stockholm syndrome treatment seems to be working well; practice makes perfect, indeed...

Stockholm syndrome is a well-known psychological phenomenon.

On August 23, 1973, two criminals with prior convictions, after failing to rob the largest bank in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, took four bank employees hostage. The standoff between the police and the criminals lasted 130 hours before the criminals gave up.

Months after the incident, the four bank employees who had been taken hostage still showed compassion for their kidnappers. They refused to press charges against them in court and even raised funds for their legal defense. They all stated that they did not hate the kidnappers and expressed gratitude for their care, which the kidnappers had shown them instead of harming them, while also adopting a hostile attitude towards the police. Even more remarkably, one of the female hostages fell in love with one of the kidnappers and became engaged to him while he was incarcerated.

It is reported that the two robbers held the hostages for six days, during which time they threatened the captives' lives, but also showed a merciful side at times. In an unexpected and complex psychological shift, the four hostages resisted the government's eventual rescue efforts.

This incident sparked the interest of social scientists who wanted to understand whether the emotional bond between the kidnapper and the victim was an isolated case in the Stockholm bank robbery or represented a common psychological response. Later research revealed that this phenomenon, which researchers termed "Stockholm syndrome," was surprisingly prevalent.

It is widely found among prisoners, prisoners of war, abused women, and abductees.

During this period, victims, succumbing to the weakness of tyranny, entrust their lives to their oppressors, believing that every breath they take and every second they live is a gift from the oppressors. Therefore, they often develop feelings of affection, dependence, and even...

Assisting the perpetrator.