The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"That doesn't conflict with my intention to destroy you."

At some point, Ming Furo had been getting closer and closer to Anser, her whole body bent at 90 degrees, with her thighs pressed against Anser's chest. The young Hydra chuckled, gently kissed Ming Furo's round and small knees, raised her hand, held her delicate feet, which were smaller than Anser's palm, and gently kneaded them.

"This is also your own choice, Luo. We could have been best friends."

"Best friends... do they include this kind of thing?"

"Look, I didn't do anything to you."

Anser's eyebrows slightly raised: "I just asked you to bring the puppet. As for empathy, or breaking it... I never asked you to do that, did I?"

"If you don't do anything, you will just watch me play with your puppet... Luo, all the happiness you get is..."

"You earned it yourself."

The verbal assault once again broke through Ming Fuluo's defenses, and back to the original question... Why did she want to forget today's troubles?

"Do you really want to forget those troubles?" The devil seemed to know what she was thinking and whispered bewitchingly.

"Of course I am..."

"No, you want to vent your anger, your rage, your... uneasiness."

Anser leaned down slightly and reached out to hold Ming Furo's extremely slender waist. When he clasped his hands together, Anser could even make the middle fingers of his two hands touch each other.

"But you must have other ways to relieve these emotions normally. Why did you choose this one this time?"

That face that was obviously cute, but also mature and cold, was having trouble maintaining its usual stern aura. Ming Fuluo covered her eyes with her arms again. She had to use her reason to fight against Anser. After discarding all irrelevant senses and emotions, she tried her best to use a calm tone and answered intermittently:

"Because you just... asked me... to do this, that's all."

"Oh ~ simple pragmatism, it suits your style very well."

Ansher chuckled, then put Ming Fuluo back on the puppet's back and stopped touching her.

"But is that really the case?" He tilted his head slightly, and even stopped moving the puppet. Instead, he smiled gently and said, "Is it really just because I asked you to do it, so instead of resisting, you might as well use this opportunity to relieve your boredom?"

Ming Fuluo, who had a chance to catch her breath, breathed hard and kept her tone calm: "What else?"

"Personally, I still think that it is you who is longing for me, Ming Fuluo."

"…You are a little too narcissistic, Anser."

The young Hydra laughed heartily: "Of course I'm not referring to this kind of desire, but... resonance."

He gently stroked Ming Fuluo's cheek and reached out to lift her arms. The latter, who was almost paralyzed, naturally could not resist and could only allow him to do what he wanted.

Anser looked at the pair of eyes covered with mist that didn't look at him, smiled and said softly:

"Your parents brought back some bad memories, and you are disappointed and angry because of them. Therefore, you urgently need someone who can think what you think and who can resonate with you, right?"

How could it be that Leiden and Haitanna were the only ones injured?

The daughter, who had not seen her parents for more than ten years, found that her parents were the same as before, without any change - cowardly, submissive, and compromising... but still claimed that they were right, and trampled on the ideals that she and her grandfather upheld with their so-called hardships.

And called her a... monster.

Although Ming Fuluo turned and left without any hesitation and did not reveal her feelings to anyone, how could she be... indifferent?

"That's why you gave up on yourself, that's why you asked me to break you, isn't it?"

Anser gently lifted Ming Fuluo's chin: "Because the relationship between you and me... has become so distorted that it is no longer possible for us to truly resonate with each other."

Anser sees Ming Fuluo as unfaithful, and Ming Fuluo sees Anser as a betrayer.

But they can understand each other's thoughts. Ming Furo can easily see through Ansher's plan, and Ansher can tear apart Ming Furo's disguise at will.

They obviously disliked each other, but one of them still wanted to tame the other, and the other one still had expectations for the other even after three years.

Everything he and she had experienced was not completely destroyed or dissipated after it was broken. Instead, because of their own thinking, their own situations, their own personalities... it became what it is now, such a distorted scene.

"Come on, admit that it is you who desires me." Anser smiled, "I will continue."

"You are so crazy-!!!!"

The puppet almost collapsed to the ground due to the heavy blow that hit its soul, and Ming Furo almost rolled off the puppet's back without Ansel to support her.

"——Do you think I would say that?"

Anser smiled happily: "I won't play such a boring game, because I can't win. Besides... I still have to fulfill my promise, dear Luo."

"Rest time is over, the night is still long, and you are also still a long way from breaking down as expected."

"Anther... Hydra, Anther..."

Ming Fuluo, whose eyes turned slightly white, trembled, and twisted Anser's neck with her legs, whispering repeatedly in a chaotic manner:

"I hate you, I hate you...I hate you..."

"Well, I'm the opposite, A-Ro."

Hydra did not hide his greed and evil at all, and whispered horrifying words gently:

"Until now, I still covet all of you. If I can't have you, I will destroy you at all costs."

The vicious snake and the cold doll hate each other, but they also desire each other.

No one is willing to extricate themselves from this distortion.

Chapter 6: The Devil's Test Comes Quickly (K)

The next morning, Ming Fuluo did not wake up on time.

She was able to wake up normally in Anser's bedroom that day because the body was a more controllable puppet, but this time...

In addition, Anther's tricks increased in the second half of the night, and Ming Furo, whose endurance was not comparable to that of Hitana, woke up five hours later than usual.

The woman who woke up supported her forehead with one hand and opened her eyes tiredly and with difficulty, but she did not see the messy scene she had expected.

All the messy things he forced himself to make were still scattered all over the floor. The clothes made by Ansher were all sorted out, but Ming Furo didn't know where these things were put.

She saw a stack of clean clothes beside her, from underwear to the unchanging white coat, all neatly folded and stacked there.

Ming Furo looked at the black suspender stockings and lace hollow underwear on the top of the pile of clothes, and her eyes twitched.

After hesitating for three or four seconds, she slowly put on her clothes.

Last night's madness and indulgence made Ming Fuluo's mind much clearer. Although she was reluctant to accept it, she had to admit that Ansel was right.

——She really needs to vent her anger and needs someone who can resonate with her spiritually.

And in this world, there is only Anser who has such talent, such vision, and such realm.

The word "friends" was only used to describe them at that time, Ming Furo recalled now...if Ansher had not broken up with her, it would have been a natural thing for them to become like this.

...But Ansher looked too young at the time, and Ming Furo didn't have any idea.

“…Three years.”

The suspenders "snapped" against her thighs, and the lace loop at the top of the stockings seemed to be too tight, digging slightly into her flesh. Ming Fuluo just whispered absentmindedly:

"In three years, he has completely changed."

Whether it is inside or outside.

Her feelings towards Anser changed, from her expectation when they had never met, to her disappointment and hostility after he handed over the mechanical equipment drawings to the Ether Institute, and she erected a high wall of rationality to resist his invasion. When their relationship almost fell to the freezing point, Anser made a clear and decisive move... forcing Ming Furo to choose to awaken her own feelings.

Looking back on it this way, it seems that all her emotional changes were under Ansel's control. If Ansel had not provoked her hostility at the beginning, but had approached her with a gentle attitude, then even if she still had expectations for Ansel, the past grudges would still make her alert, and their relationship would definitely not have reached this point so quickly.

But when Ansher pushed herself step by step, constantly catalyzing her already dangerous rationality, and then revealed his cards without hesitation to lead her into the abyss hell called ideal, she could no longer be so absolutely cold.

Because her "reason" made her very clear that now was not the time to destroy everything.

Thus, Mingflora Zeg's desire for Ansir Hydra was rekindled in her heart - not the "expectation" that the former betrayer would return, but directly regarding him as the only "desire".

The gap between the two is obvious.

"Shitana...that little girl."

Ming Fuluo put on a white coat and whispered, "It's not her decision whether she was tamed like that by Anser."

Even I, who could clearly decipher Ansel's thoughts and intentions, was completely unable to fight against him. That stupid and dull dog was just being played around with from beginning to end.

...Although I seem to be in a similar situation now, or even worse than her.

Although Hitana was being eaten alive, she knew nothing and lived a heartless life. Although she had clear eyes, she could only choose to passively accept everything.

However, this alone is still within Ming Fuluo's acceptable range.

What she thought was not much different from Anser's - since she, who had such a close relationship with Anser back then, could make the final decision, it was obviously impossible for Anser to tame her with the means he had now.

"I'm not the little girl you put a collar on who blushes when I sit on your lap."

The rather tough Miss Ming Fuluo said to herself: "At worst, I can just treat it as releasing stress. This is simple and efficient enough."

The thought of turning the tables allowed her to regain some dignity from the memory of being ravaged last night.

She walked to the locker without shoes, ready to take a bottle of energy potion to restore her physical strength. Ming Fuluo was going to upgrade the current detector and strengthen its basic functions as much as possible. After all, the Tower of Babel was now on the right track, and the various designs she and Anser had developed together... It was not difficult to manufacture individual units, but if you wanted to achieve mass production, considering the cost, technology, and other factors, it would take years, so there was no need to rush.

Right now, the most important thing for Ming Furo is naturally to find out the cause of her grandfather's death. Although yesterday's clues led to Zeger Manor, Ming Furo did not get any useful clues because her conversation with her parents could no longer continue. The only thing that can be confirmed is that Leiden has nothing to do with Erion's death - after all, Leiden's answer to Ming Furo's last question did not seem to be false, whether it was his complicated feelings for Erion or calling Ming Furo a... monster.

But Leiden couldn't have gone to Erion's old house for no reason. Ming Furo didn't believe that he would go there on purpose to commemorate his grandfather, as if she had never seen them in more than ten years.

If it was unintentional, there must be something that lured him to go to his grandfather's former residence; if it was intentional, then it must be related to what happened fifteen years ago, but he... didn't know what was going on behind the scenes.

In that case... let's start investigating from the people he came into contact with five days ago and earlier, as well as their activities.

Ming Fuluo's thinking was as clear as ever. She quickly redetermined her goals and planned to take action immediately.

When she finished thinking and was about to open the locker, the door of the alchemy workshop suddenly rang, indicating that someone was applying to enter.

"Open the door." Ming Furo said calmly. As the door of the alchemy workshop opened, she reached out and opened the locker.

Boom——

"Ming Fuluo, are you...free today?"

Hearing a strange noise, Rong Geer looked at Ming Fuluo, who was leaning against the locker door, with a confused expression.

"what happened to you?"

"…Nothing, ma'am."

Ming Fuluo closed the locker door calmly, carefully pulled out the crotchless white pantyhose that leaked out from the crack of the door, and stuffed it into her shirt pocket: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Although Rong Geer was puzzled, he did not think much about it. This noble lady, who had a high reputation in the Tower of Babel and was also a disciple of Erion, smiled and said, "The Ether Court has come to us to seek peace."

This news made Ming Fuluo stunned for two seconds.

"The Etherium... seeks peace?" She repeated what Ronger had said. "Are you sure, ma'am?"

"It can't be said that everyone is asking for peace with us."

Rong Geer shook her hair with her hands. The woman, who hadn't looked so energetic for a long time, smiled brightly: "But this is also rare good news."

"Your Majesty's sanctions against them seem to involve many people. The death of Grand Duke Shenghui has plunged the Ether Academy into serious factional chaos. Many high-level warlocks outside have returned to the Ether Academy, most likely to divide up the resources of Grand Duke Shenghui's faction."

A fifth-level transcendent with the inherited status of a Grand Duke, no matter how he died, it would be impossible for others to devour and divide him so blatantly and unscrupulously.

But... this poor and unfortunate Grand Duke Shenghui died in a way that offended our great Emperor. Those countless jackals, tigers and leopards would not pretend to be reserved and pretend to be bystanders. They would like to eat up the entire Shenghui family in a few days.

The Ether Academy, the Grand Duke, and other coveted individual transcendents all coveted the huge inheritance of the Shenghui family. It was no surprise that the Ether Academy, which was already full of factions, had a fierce internal struggle.

But Ming Fuluo didn't care about this. She only cared about what Rong Geer had just said -

[Many high-level warlocks outside have returned to the Ether Institute]

It is true that the headquarters of the Ether Academy is in the Imperial Capital, and those who remain here are indeed geniuses among geniuses, elites among elites, but that does not mean... its huge energy throughout the empire is concentrated here.

The imperial capital symbolizes the most massive and high-end resources, and also symbolizes... the emperor's permanent pressure.

Not everyone is willing to bear this price. Among the nine supreme seats of the Ether Academy, there are only two fifth-level warlocks who are stationed in the imperial capital. The legacy of Grand Duke Shenghui has obviously affected many old monsters who have left the imperial capital for a long time.

Among them... there is a high probability that the murderer who killed my grandfather is among them.

The conflict between the Tower of Babel and the Ether House can be traced back to before the Tower of Babel was built. There is a fundamental contradiction between Erion's fantasy and the Ether House's persistence, and Ming Fuluo's strong hatred for the Ether House is also related to this.

"So, there is a faction in the Ether Court that wants to win us over?"

Ming Furo asked calmly, hiding her thoughts and not letting Rong Geer see her true emotions.

"Not one, but many."

Rong Geer's smile became even brighter. The Tower of Babel had been suppressed by the Ether Court since its establishment... Living under high pressure for so many years, how could they have thought that the Tower of Babel would have such a day?

"The Grand Duke of Mosu, the Phase Traveler, the Lost Steppers... three fifth-order factions have extended an invitation to us, inviting us to hold a lecture in the Ether Academy."