The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The evil Hydra chuckled and whispered into Sitana's ear.

The girl was stunned at first, then trembled, then went crazy, and finally screamed in shame and anger: "I don't want it! She is not Lina! No, no... absolutely not!"

"Hmm?" Anser raised his eyebrows and pinched the collar around Miss Wolf's neck. "I'm not negotiating with you, Xitana."

A slightly excessive amount of electric current instantly flowed through Shitana's body. For Shitana now, this was certainly not pain, but a kind of, um... signal.

Although she had become taller and more muscular, she actually preferred having Anser hold her collar like this to release the electric current.

Sitana, who was limp in Ansel's arms, uttered a weak and ambiguous breath: "Bad thing...bad thing..."

Anser gently kissed the side of Xitana's face: "I'll help you put on the blindfold, okay?"

"..."

"You agree?" Hydra rubbed Xitana's head vigorously, exhaled in her ear with satisfaction, and said, "That's great, Xitana is my good girl, remember to say those words to Ming Fuluo, okay?"

"Woo..."

Ming Fuluo heard the sound of clothes rubbing and sliding, the girl's low moan, and the approaching footsteps.

"Ming Fuluo." The devil's voice sounded in her ears.

"I don't think I asked you to close your eyes. Open them and look at me."

"..."

She could only make a choice.

Then, she saw——

"Hu...Haaaa...Ming, Ming Fuluo...this position...is mine now."

"Anser...you're amazing, hehe...just watch."

"After all, Anser... doesn't want you anymore. Even if he wants to use you, it's... not your turn."

Ming Fuluo, who was hung by the whip blade and was entangled and tightened all the time, could only watch, listen and feel.

But I can never be complete.

This double impact on the senses and spirit made her dazed, confused, and almost crazy.

It kept extinguishing the raging emotions in my heart, but I couldn't stop it from burning again. I kept torturing myself in this back and forth cycle. If it were anyone else... I would have probably collapsed long ago.

Ming Fuluo still held on to her unshakable faith in the face of this violent storm, but...

However, those mixed and chaotic memories tortured her will and soul uncontrollably.

[This is just a sign, indicating that sooner or later you will take the initiative to peel off more...]

[Forget it, when that time comes, I will be kind enough to save you once]

Hydra, Anther...

How many lies have you told me?

During this long, happy, and painful torture, Anser's question still lingered in Ming Furo's mind.

In the end, should we choose to turn back and regain our humanity?

Or should I obey all of the devil's orders, follow all of the devil's will, walk with him again, and become that monster... who regards ideals as everything?

Chapter 1.4: The Great Sitana (W)

Miss Sitana suddenly woke up from the bed.

As she woke up with a start, memories of yesterday flooded her mind and she instantly turned over and lay down, burying her face in the soft pillow.

Simply… Simply… Ahhhh, go to hell, Anser! This is too much!

After just reminiscing for a while, Xitana couldn't help but roll up the quilt and roll around on the bed.

"Bad thing...Anser you bad thing."

The girl kept muttering these critical words over and over again, but she couldn't help but smile foolishly.

In this world, how can anyone resist the unreserved passion of the one they love?

——If only that guy could be a little, a little more normal...

Forget it, after what happened yesterday, she will never be able to raise her head in front of me again in her life. Look at that guy, how can he still put on such an annoying dead face in front of me, hehehe!

Xitana doesn't like either the current Ming Furo or the Ming Furo she saw in Ansel's memory, because that guy is so annoying no matter the way he speaks, the tone of his voice, or his outward behavior.

Therefore, Miss Hitana fully supports Anther's plan to tame Ming Furo, but she hopes that Anther will not use such cruel methods in the future - if you want to bully her, just bully her, but why do you have to drag me into it too? Really!

"…If you keep going like this, you'll become an idiot."

Xitana gently touched the collar around her neck, and muttered with happiness and annoyance: "Why has Anser never let me do anything since I came to the imperial capital? This makes me seem so useless."

The only serious mission seemed to be capturing the spy from the Aether Court in the Tower of Babel. However, because the spy was too weak, Shetana felt no sense of accomplishment. How could a beast feel a sense of accomplishment from catching a mouse?

On the contrary, she basically does strenuous exercise every night... Although Shitana also likes to do that kind of thing, she follows Ansher not just to do that kind of thing!

Hydra actually has no power in the imperial capital. Anther's reputation and majesty in this city are almost all built on his hard work over the years. Otherwise, most people would only be in awe of Hydra's terror, instead of being so close to Anther like they are now, and willing to provide him with convenience in everything.

The excellence and strength of her pursuer made the lovely girl from the border village fall into sweet and happy troubles.

"Hey... let's go for morning exercise."

Xitana sighed, lifted the quilt, searched for her underwear among the messy clothes on the floor, and put it on neatly.

Click——

The bedroom door was opened without warning. Xitana's body froze for a moment. She turned her head and found Ansher leaning against the door, looking at her with a smile.

“…Look, what are you looking at?”

After being transformed by the Head of Strength, the girl, who looked taller and more fit, shrank slightly at first, then picked up Anser's shirt and put it on. With a slightly red face and chest puffed out, she said angrily, "Close the door!"

"No one's coming... Did you sleep well?"

As Ansher said this, he closed the door casually. His sea-blue eyes reflected the perfect body that, although already wearing clothes, still made him linger, and at the same time, a slightly hot flame jumped up.

The burning gaze of her lover made Xitana's skin begin to heat up again, and her voice became a little sweet: "Let me make it clear first... I have to do morning exercises in the morning, and I can't accompany you, Anser!"

"I was just taking a look. Why did you jump to the point of being so reckless, Xitana?"

Anser laughed dumbly and said, "Isn't it often that I look at you like this?"

"...Who, who knows you? Anyway, you never make sense, you just do whatever you want."

Xitana groaned twice: "Okay, help me find my coat. I've wasted so much time."

"Just sit on the bed. No need to look for it."

Anser walked to Xitana, sat next to her on the bed, and put his hands directly on her.

"No!" Xitana immediately grabbed Anser's hand and stared at him with harmless eyes, "I told you not to..."

"What are you thinking?"

The young Hydra smiled and put his other hand on Shitana's shoulder. Clothes made of fine fabric condensed out of thin air. As Anser's hand slid, they covered Shitana's body perfectly, outlining the girl's perfect lines.

Xitana turned her body with a slightly red face, and tried to divert attention with other topics: "Ansel, how come you...how come you seem to know everything."

"Ok?"

"It's just... magic or something. It seems that you can use fire, freeze ice, and create things out of thin air. Isn't it said that the power of extraordinary people is related to the elements they control? Why can you control so many elements? Is it related to... um! Is it related to the power of Hydra?"

Anser chuckled as he prepared the body-cultivation clothes for Xitana. Then he went to the bathroom and sewed the clothes for her.

"You...why do you still have secrets from me?"

The girl grumbled in annoyance and leaned softly into Anser's arms.

"Because I would be very happy if Sitana took the initiative to get to know me."

Miss Wolf narrowed her eyes comfortably and rubbed Anser's chin with her head: "You just say weird things like this."

Before Anser could say anything, she raised her head and kissed the side of Anser's face again, smiling brightly and saying, "But I don't hate you at all, hehe."

After putting on her underwear, Miss Wolf stood up, stretched her body, put her hands on her hips, and said energetically: "I'll wash my face first, and then go for morning exercise. Anser, do you want to join me?"

"You should be with me."

Anser picked up a black long gown from the bed and handed it to Xitana, looking at the energetic girl in front of him with a rather playful look:

"All the contract holders who can come to the imperial capital have already arrived. As the younger generation..."

Seeing Xitana's increasingly panicked expression, the young Hydra smiled happily: "You have to say hello to them properly."

*

Flamel Hydra.

A philosopher who transcends his time, a great sage who holds the truth, the uncrowned king of alchemists... His titles are too dazzling and gorgeous, and for a long time, they even overshadowed the terror of the three words "Hydra".

If he had not committed so many horrific killings at the end of his life on the orders of the emperor, he might have become a Hydra with a great reputation like Anser.

Of course, Flamel himself did not care about his reputation. To him, there were only a few things in life that were truly precious, and the attention of the world was not among them.

"Lawrence."

In the pleasant green courtyard, the man sitting at the tea table sighed deeply: "Do you think Arthur feels a little stressed?"

His medium-length black hair was meticulously styled in a sophisticated and mature manner. His high nose bridge and slightly deep eye sockets made him look more handsome than beautiful. But whether it was his eyebrows or his outline, Anser had a very similar shadow to him.

Flamel, who was wearing a red and black suit, looked a little sad: "It seems that he hasn't been serious enough to see me and you for a long time."

"You're overthinking this, Boss."

The fat rat with gray-black fur and a long thin tail stood on the tea table with its paws around its chest and said, "How could the young master feel pressured? It's not possible, it's not possible. It should be Tyr who should feel pressured."

The gray-black mouse that made the voice of a little boy, Lawrence Zaiwang Huohuo, said with a smile: "The young master's bonded head, that little girl, can withstand the power of two bonded heads, or the power of the first one is the main one. As a senior... you have to guide her well later. If she makes a mistake by accident..."

Its face was filled with gloating—even though it was a rat face, it could indeed make a gloating expression: "I will definitely laugh at you until I die."

"Master's contract."

Behind Flamel, a brown-skinned man who was more than three meters tall, with muscular body, a naked upper body covered with scars, and heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles, slowly spoke, his voice like thunder rolling in dark clouds.

The Colossus of the Zenith, Tyr Bistidos, the head of Flamel's power, said:

"I've seen the video, he has great potential, but he's too young."

Lawrence snorted: "Don't say that someone is young and then get slapped in the face... Torado, what do you say?"

"Me?" A young man in a white robe shrugged behind Flamel. "What does it have to do with me? I'm not Tyr or Peregrine. Wait until the young master finds his demon head."

Lawrence rolled his eyes. "If you don't care about this or that, then why did you come to the capital? To seek refuge? Are you afraid that the Grand Duke Mosu will find out who blew up his elemental tower?"

"Huh, do you think I'm afraid of him? I just don't want to waste my time with that kind of rubbish."

[Great Demon] Torado Serlenel, the chief demon of Flamel, sneered with great disdain.

"Tsk, you and Tyr, one likes to say directly that he is invincible, and the other looks honest, but he is still saying that he is invincible. It's not objective at all."

It slithered up onto the shoulder of Savile, who was standing by the tea table and pouring tea for Flamel. "It has to be you, Old Savile. What do you think of that little girl named Sitana?"

"Great," Xavier replied with a smile.

"Um?!"

Lawrence looked at Savile in doubt and astonishment. Even the other two leaders, who exuded a terrifying aura, cast slightly surprised glances at the old man.

Savile's comments on others were always fair, even a little euphemistic, and he never said too much. But the girl who could make this old man say "amazing" and who carried the power of two heads...

"This 'remarkable', for now, is not about strength." Xavier said, "Of course, I think Miss Xitana has this potential, but what I value more is... the change she has brought to the young master."

Flamel did not show any strange expression. It was obvious that Savile had told him about this a long time ago, but the other three contract leaders knew nothing about it, especially Lawrence, who was so anxious that he started squeaking on Savile's shoulder.

"What change? What change? Is there anyone who can change the young master? In what aspect? Are you serious, Old Sa?"

Tyr, like a golem, lowered his head slightly, while Torado showed an interested look, obviously curious about what Xavier was referring to.

But the old butler just smiled and said nothing more.

"Old Sa, you did this on purpose, didn't you? He talked so hard, but he refused to talk. I was so anxious!"

Lawrence jumped up and down on Savile's shoulder: "What on earth can that girl do to change... huh?"