The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Su Silun immediately lowered her head again: "For you, there is no need to use such cumbersome things to demonstrate your authority and glory."

"I admire your cleverness." Anser applauded, "But..."

He walked down the throne step by step, came in front of Susilen, and lifted her chin with his cane.

Young Hydra looked cold and indifferent:

"Your deception makes me unhappy."

"I don't—"

Su Silun was about to deny it, but when she was stared at by those deep sea-blue eyes, she could no longer say anything.

After a brief silence, she responded softly: "Yes... I deceived you, Lord Anser."

"I long for that authority. I hope to be able to sit on that throne...looking down on all living beings."

"It is not good?"

Anser smiled reassuringly again: "I like honest people."

"……Yeah?"

Su Silun said this and suddenly took a step forward.

A smile that was both pure, beautiful, and enchanting slowly appeared on her face.

"Well, can I..."

The little princess in pure white came forward cautiously, little by little, and then... pressed her whole body against Anser's chest.

"Can I reveal to you...my desire?"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled.

Anser looked at her with a half-smile: "Tell me about it."

"Sir Anser... You should know better than anyone that the empire always needs a ruler."

Susilun, who was leaning against Anser's chest, said softly, "You are so kind and great, you must not want to see the empire fall apart, civilians displaced, and wars everywhere...right?"

"Well... maybe."

"Then you need someone who can temporarily stabilize the situation."

Su Silun's breathing gradually became rapid. She first lifted up her skirt, and then... grabbed Ansel's hand.

"One who... has a legitimate reputation and will not expose you to criticism."

"One...ah..."

She seemed to want to rub herself into Anser's body, twisting and rubbing, moaning softly:

"Someone who will obey you and belong to you forever and ever."

Anser lowered his head slightly and whispered in Susilen's ear: "So, where is she?"

Su Silun bit her lips with her eyes full of seduction. When a high-class beauty who is usually always pure and elegant behaves in such a seductive manner so naturally, the impact it brings to people is often doubled.

"She is in...your—"

Susilen's words came to an abrupt end because Anser had already grabbed her throat and lifted her off the ground with an expressionless face.

"Your Highness Susilun, your speech is well prepared, but you have to understand something."

"First."

Looking at Su Silun with a frightened look in his eyes, Anser smiled and said, "I am not kind."

"second."

He threw Susilun to the ground, as if throwing away garbage. "The division and war of the empire are inevitable. I can't stop it, let alone you who are useless."

"And... third."

Looking at the slightly trembling Su Silun, Anser suddenly smiled brightly again:

"I do need you to obey me, absolutely and absolutely."

"Come."

He tapped the brick in front of him with his cane. "Like before, lift it up."

"..."

Su Silun bit her lip but did not show any sign of grievance. Instead, she quickly got rid of her previous fear and crawled slowly to the position pointed by Anser like a dog. She sat down like a duck and shyly lifted up her skirt again.

But Ansel didn't even look at her face, instead he gently tapped the end of his cane on Susilun's lower abdomen.

"what!"

A miserable wail of pain immediately rang out, and the pretty girl fell to the ground on her side, holding her abdomen. She looked painful, but dared not say anything, and even forced herself to endure her own cries of pain.

After the pain slowly subsided, she lowered her head to look at her lower abdomen, and was shocked to find... there was a lifelike... pitch-black Hydra tattooed there!

"from now on."

Anser looked down at Susilun condescendingly and raised his chin slightly: "You are mine, always remember your position."

Su Silun lowered her head, silently let go of her skirt, and crawled to Ansel's feet.

“I understand, Lord…”

Her voice paused slightly, but she seemed to have quickly made up her mind.

"I understand, Master."

Susilen Feast Flame, the Feast Flame branded with Hydra, is perhaps the most pathetic, most shameful, and most despicable Feast Flame in the past thousand years, calling Anther her master so flatteringly.

"Don't worry." Anser patted her head, "I don't care about that position, nor do I need it, but that doesn't mean you won't have a chance to sit on it."

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Su Silun whose eyes brightened for a moment: "It's just..."

Gleipnir turned into a hand cannon with the sound of mechanical twisting. The young Hydra didn't even look back and blew the entire throne into pieces with one shot.

Under Su Silun's dull gaze, its fragments were mixed in with the ruins, perhaps no different from the bricks and stones scattered all over the ground... at most, they were just a little more expensive.

"It's just a seat."

Anser pinched Susilen's chin, his voice so gentle:

"I want you to sit, and you can sit."

*

On the way back, Ansher picked up Ming Fuluo.

She was obviously in a bad mood, but also in a good mood. This was a complex emotion that only a seasoned womanizer like Anser could handle well.

"Now that I think about it, I've actually noticed many times that my father and mother... have always cared about me."

At this moment, Ming Fuluo, who was sitting opposite Anser in the living room, whispered, "It's just that fate made me miss them one by one, and forced me to walk on... the path He had set."

"Hate Him very much?"

"Not that much." Ming Fuluo shook her head. "In the final analysis, I am just too stupid and too self-centered."

"So, you are so hard to fool."

Anser said jokingly: "If you don't hate Him that much, how could I dare to tell you about fate?"

"..."

Having said this, Miss Ming Fuluo's eyes gradually became sharp.

"I told you so."

She suddenly said: "You will pay the price - for your distortion, your malice, and your distrust."

"...Well, it seems to be the case." Ansher acted as if he didn't care at all.

Miss Ji Niang narrowed her eyes slightly: "Do you think I can't do anything to you?"

This made Anser laugh: "I want to know what you can do to me."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, but just looked at Ansher straight.

Suddenly, Anser felt a weight on his back, and a pair of hands directly wrapped around his neck.

"Do you really think... that I can't do anything to you?"

Two identical voices rang out in the living room.

At the same time, Ming Fuluo, who was lying behind Ansel, bit his ear and said, "...Dad?"

Even Master Anser fell into a brief silence of three or four seconds.

Then, he smiled as if he had gotten what he wanted:

"So, this is the price you want me to pay?"

"I won't lose. Don't forget my current state."

Ming Fuluo pointed at her lower abdomen, her eyes rarely showed a hint of provocation: "Even with this body size, the shape inside... can also be adaptive."

She climbed up Anser's legs little by little, and together with Ming Fuluo who was lying on Anser's back, she held Anser tightly.

"Don't you like shaping channels the most..." she whispered into Anser's other ear?

"You're doing a very stupid thing."

Anser's eyes became serious: "It's not too late to regret now, Luo."

"You should be the one saying this."

A taller and slimmer Ming Fuluo appeared beside Anser. She reached out and stroked Anser's cheek, narrowing her eyes slightly: "You still have a chance to surrender to me, Anser."

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Ten minutes later, the door to the living room was suddenly opened.

"Ansher, hurry up and pack your things! When are we going to--"

Miss Sitana, who was in high spirits, stared blankly at the man and three women in the room.

"...meddling." The petite Ming Fuluo frowned. "This is my punishment for Anser. Get out."

"you you!"

Xitana's blood rushed to her head: "You are looking for death!"

"It doesn't matter if you stay." Another little Ming Fuluo lay on Ansher's back and licked his earlobe. "You can only watch. You don't have the ability to insert it."

"Um……"

The tall Ming Fuluo hummed lazily: "That's true...ah!"

Miss Wolf, lose your mind.

"You are the only one who can change... You are the only one who can change, right?"

She roared in frustration, "Today I will let you see how well Anser and I are compatible!"

The fluffy wolf tail, the fuzzy wolf ears, and the height that surged again.

Ansher looked at the big dog flying towards him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

One, two...what a mess.

*

Young Hydra put on his shirt slowly, and walked to the map on the wall of the living room with a bright and energetic look.

Two girls, who were too tired to even make a sound, were lying on the soft sofa hugging each other.

Ming Fuluo's crusade ultimately ended in failure. Although Hitana intervened and caused trouble, in the end the two of them worked together to try to defeat the Demon King.

It's a pity that no matter whether it was the ever-changing Miss Ming Furo or the strong and tall Miss Sitana, at most they just made the Demon King sweat a little, that's all.

After the relaxing pleasure, Ansel did not continue to be affectionate because he went a little too far this time. Both girls fell asleep and there was no time for him to be affectionate even if he wanted to.

He stared at the map of the entire continent, his hands behind his back.

"The North has a large amount of extraordinary resources, a training ground for the best extraordinary combat power, and... the revolutionary army."

The young man whispered softly, and continued: "In the Western Country, there are many entrances to the Zero Point Maze, the highest concentration and purity of ether areas, the land of strife, and the land of opportunity."

He turned his gaze to the east: