The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I didn't see you just now, what took you so long?"

She opened the fitting room next to her and walked in, asking in a loud voice.

"Because the clothes I chose are... hehe... difficult to change."

"Difficult to change? What's so difficult about changing clothes... A-choo!" Hitana complained and sneezed involuntarily.

She rubbed her nose with a complaining look on her face: "Such a strong smell of perfume, what's wrong with this store, my nose is going to be broken."

"It's hard to change because... the price has increased too much, um..."

"...It's increased?" Sitana, who was trying to put her skirt on, was stunned. "You're not fat."

"Maybe I'm just, uh... too confident in myself."

Listening to the sound coming from next door, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, high and low, Xitana thought it was strange for women to pursue beauty. If you can't wear it, just don't wear it. Why force it? Isn't it torturing yourself?

"Then take your time, I won't bother you anymore."

"...Come on, Ms. Sitana, let's continue chatting."

Sitana looked at herself in the mirror wearing a long dress and began to imagine what her sister looked like. She replied casually, "I don't care. What do you want to talk about?"

"Ms. Xitana, you were also captured by Count Scarlet Frost and brought to Scarlet Frost City, right?"

"Tsk, can you please stop talking about that fat pig?" Sitana clicked her tongue in displeasure. "Yes, there was a guy who claimed to be the Earl's men who came to our village and wanted to take my sister away. I was worried, so I followed my sister here - but I wasn't caught. I can defeat them, but I just don't want to implicate the village."

"Then, it was sent to its master?"

“…I don’t quite know what happened that day.”

The girl deliberately avoided the topic. She didn't want to mention in front of others how she and her sister were stripped naked and thrown on Anser's bed.

"I'm the same as you, Ms. Sitana, but I was captured by him a long time ago, probably, um... two years ago."

Miss Yura, who was trying to put on her clothes next door, took a breath and continued, "He imprisoned her and trained her to be a tool to win over the nobles."

"...Humph! That bastard, it's a bargain for him to blow his dead pig head off!"

Sitana hammered the wall angrily.

Yura quickly comforted him, "I'm still lucky. Maybe it's because I...ah...am of better quality. Precious tools like me...are meant to be presented to great people. That's why I didn't live a miserable life."

"Big shot...wait!" Xitana suddenly reacted and said in disbelief, "Are you talking about Hydra? That Count Red Frost sent me and my sister to him, and you too?"

"What kind of sex-hungry ghost is that guy?"

"Fufufu... Miss Xitana." Yura chuckled, "If the master is that kind of person, what do you think you and your sister would be like now?"

Xitana, who had changed into another skirt, was stunned for two seconds, then said sullenly: "It seems so. He is indeed quite serious in this regard. He has never looked at me and my sister with such a vulgar look."

Even at that time, she was not wearing anything and her eyes didn't look particularly obscene - Shitana would definitely not say this.

After saying this, Shitana seemed to hear a happy chuckle coming from Yura.

"Yes, the master is a very serious person, ah."

"It's not easy for you, Yura." Xitana stood in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips, and then she turned around, trying her best to pose as a girl. But as she looked at it, she wanted to punch the mirror and said in frustration, "That girl is so annoying. How come you seem to like her so much?"

"Because the master saved me, Miss Sitana, he gave me a new life, he let me see——Hmm!!"

A sudden high-pitched voice from the other side of the wall startled Xitana: "Are you okay? Why are you dressed like this?"

"…Finally, it's completely inserted."

"Uh... is it necessary to work so hard?"

Yura sighed softly: "This is the only way to become a lady, Miss Xitana."

Xitana laughed cheerfully and said, "What does that have to do with me? I'm not a lady anyway."

"I think you will be eager to become a lady in the future, Miss Xitana." Yura smiled mysteriously, "When you have tasted that happiness."

“???” Poor Miss Hitana was full of question marks and had no idea what Yura was talking about.

Anyway, she was going to be tortured to death by these clothes, it was all Hydra's fault!

"He tricked me into trying on clothes. I guess that guy is making fun of me and waiting to laugh at me after I change into the skirt." The girl whispered suspiciously.

As a result, the next second, the electric current from her neck immediately made her body go limp, and she subconsciously supported herself on the wall with her hands.

"Hydera!" Sitana gritted her teeth as she bent over and supported herself against the wall. "You pervert, are you spying on me?"

"Ms. Sitana? What's wrong?"

"That psychopath is electrocuting me again! Ummmmmmmm--!"

"Hehe... the master is very sensitive to malicious intent. Even if he is sitting outside, he can sense that you are saying bad things."

"I didn't--Ugh!"

Hitana discovered that the bastard Hydra had concealed the truth about the collar. He could not only control the size of the electric current, but also the direction of the electric current. Therefore, each electric shock would never hurt her internal organs. The current would only flow through her muscles, and sometimes... sometimes it would even go to strange places!

The location of the drill this time is very strange.

Shitana immediately put out one hand to cover her mouth, and held the wall with the other hand. Her upper body was forced to bend almost 90 degrees due to the frequent electric shocks, and her soft back was tensely arched.

She didn't know that the gentle and friendly Miss Yura on the other side of the wall was in the same posture.

There was only a wall between the two of them.

"Huh...huh..."

After the numbness and trembling faded away, Shitana gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed red. Only she knew how much of it was anger and how much of it was shame.

"You bastard...Hydra...just wait for me."

Sitana sat on the ground helplessly, panting, and then knocked on the wall: "Yula, are you okay? Can you come and help me? I've been electrocuted by that guy. Can you help me see which clothes are suitable for my sister?"

"Um... um... I'll be right... "

"Oh, are you taking off your clothes? Don't force yourself to get into them if it's so difficult."

But the person on the other end no longer had the energy to speak, and was left with only very light, suppressed gasps.

About five minutes later, Yura, with a ruddy face, walked into Xitana's fitting room and said in surprise: "Why... so many clothes?"

"He said I should take as much as I want, so why should I give him a bargain?" Shitana pursed her lips and stood up holding Yura's hand.

"Well...then Sitana, take off your clothes first."

Xitana glanced at Yura twice, without thinking much, and took off her clothes directly.

"Ms. Marina's figure is about the same as yours, Ms. Sitana, right?"

"Almost, but she's a little fatter than me, with a little more soft flesh around her waist and stomach - don't tell her that, she'll hit me!"

Yura stroked Xitana's mermaid line with great envy: "No matter which girl is compared with you, they will seem to be undersized, Miss Xitana, and that's not Miss Marina's fault."

"Hehe, anyway, I am confident about this!"

Yura smiled gently and silently, and began to choose clothes for Xitana, or Marina. She was experienced and had a keen eye, and she quickly found several impeccable dresses in the pile of clothes that Xitana brought. When worn on Xitana, they had a kind of quiet and sweet beauty.

"……so good."

Looking at the girl turning around in surprise in the mirror, the woman with dull eyes whispered.

"It's beautiful, Miss Sitana."

"Hey, really? Then let me thank you on behalf of Lina. You have good taste, don't you? Yu... Yula?"

Before Xitana could finish her words, the woman behind her suddenly hugged her.

"You, what are you doing?" The girl seemed very confused. "What's wrong?"

"Why do you want to refuse your master, Miss Sitana?"

Yura whispered softly: "How I wish I could be like you, and receive the master's unconditional attention and grace."

Xitana was confused and said, "What are you talking about? What is this about watching grace? What did Hydra do? Were you bullied by him?"

"...No, it's nothing. Please treat it as my crazy ramblings."

Yura quickly let go of her hand and smiled faintly, "The time is almost up, Miss Xitana, I think these few clothes should be enough. If there are too many, Miss Marina may not accept them, right?"

Although she still couldn't figure out what was going on, Hitana's personality and brain capacity meant that she wouldn't think too much about things that her intuition didn't warn her about, so after scratching her head, the girl nodded and went out with her clothes.

Outside, Anser looked at the arrogant Xitana with a smile: "You scared the salesperson with your aura that you were going to move the whole store away, Miss Xitana."

"Don't make me sound like a robber! I haven't settled my affairs with you yet--"

"Hmm?" Anser raised his hand and touched his neck. "What? Settle the score?"

Hitana's body twitched violently, and she twitched slightly out of reflex even though she was not electrocuted.

"you!"

The grief-stricken and angry young wolf could only swallow his sorrow and complain to his sister when he returned.

Yura quietly watched the extremely natural interaction between Anser and Xitana, and no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

"My lady musician." The voice that intoxicated Yura sounded in her ears, "Are you happy today?"

He looked at her gently.

"Yes." The woman who was reborn from the abyss lifted her skirt and saluted, showing a sweet and happy smile to her devil.

"As long as I am with you, I will always look forward to tomorrow more than today."

Her dull eyes expressed her full admiration and obsession.

Chapter 19: Conspiracy

In Ansel's study, several maids were packing his luggage.

"Savier." Anser finished reviewing the last document of the day and stretched his body. "How are the two viscounts?"

"That is exactly what I want to report to you, Master."

Savile bowed slightly. “Both Viscount Long Bing and Viscount Xiao Feng showed a certain degree of anxiety, especially Viscount Long Bing. He thought he might not be able to wait for you.”

"……Um?"

Anser leaned back in his chair and tapped the table with his index finger: "When did it happen?"

"Half an hour ago, via your private comms."

The old man said softly, "You were still handling the government affairs of the Red Frost Territory at that time, so I responded on your behalf."

"You can't wait for me..." Anser whispered Savile's words and couldn't help laughing. "This world is really absurd, isn't it, Savile?"

"It's the same death, but they fear the death that others bring, but they look forward to the death that I bring."

"Because you are kind." Xavier responded calmly, his voice firm.

As if the weird and ridiculous term "merciful death" seemed so correct to him.

"In that case." Ansher stood up, holding the snake-headed cane and walked towards the balcony.

The young noble, whose reputation in the Red Frost Territory was already unbelievably high, chuckled and said, "We can't keep them waiting for too long. It would be a great shame for Hydra if we can't fulfill our promise."

Standing on the balcony, Anser looked at the scene in the yard, where the things sent by the civilians of Red Frost City were stacked in an orderly manner.

Every day, civilians would bring things from their homes to Anser, and he would usually randomly pick some out and accept them, then return them with small items of equal value a few days later. If a child brought an innocent gift, he would usually accept it all and respond with some thought.

Anser had been doing these things in Hydra's territory since he was seven years old. He was happy to let every civilian with narrow access to information think that Anser Hydra was a kind and tolerant person. Whether it was a show or buying people's hearts, he had been doing it every day for nine years and never concealed it.

The young Hydra enjoyed the fear and awe from others, but he also welcomed deep and sincere love. As he once said to Count Red Frost, a villain who can't even be loved doesn't deserve to be called a villain.

"Merry, go inform Sitana and tell her to get ready to leave... Oh, and call Marina for me."

"Yes, Master."

The maid standing in the study bowed slightly and walked lightly to complete Anser's order.

During this short waiting time, Ansel, stroking the snake-headed cane, was thinking about something.

He did not have the unreasonable and terrible intuition of Xitana, but the huge collection of memories provided him with a vast amount of knowledge from another world that was far ahead of this era - a vast amount of knowledge in all aspects.

The "experience" accumulated from these things is much more useful and reliable than Xitana's immature intuition.

"Death...? Are you really honestly telling me your fear, or are you trying to hide your fear, Viscount Longbing?"

When he thought of the complicated calculations behind this trip, the corners of Ansher's mouth slowly rose.

To him, these conspiracies were like a ball of thread clumsily tangled by a child. Not only was the technique clumsy, but the quality of the thread was also inferior. It did not take any effort to untangle it; he just had to reach out and tear it apart. It was as simple as that.