The villain's way to tame the protagonist

As Xin put the steak into her mouth, Ansher did the same. The wonderful taste that she had never experienced before spread between the saint's lips and teeth, leaving her stunned for a long time and gently touching her lips.

"how do you feel?"

Anser smiled as he transmitted this feeling to Xin through the empathy of his soul. His soul had already been wedged into Xin's, so this kind of sensory transmission could not be simpler.

Xin still has no physical body. As a pure soul, she can adapt to any body, but Anser must give her the best. So before that, her understanding of this world will have to rely on Anser to convey.

Xitana, who was enjoying her meal, looked at Xin's dazed look and felt more and more sympathy in her heart.

As much as she hated Xin because of the church's behavior before, she now cares about the poor Miss Saint.

"Xin, Xin, do you want to eat this? It's delicious!"

Xitana handed the plate of stewed meat in front of her to Xin, and then realized what was happening and gave it to Anser, her eyes full of anticipation: "I have to eat a meal of lizard stewed meat every day in the manor, I never get tired of it!"

Ming Fuluo squinted at the various dishes on the dozen or so plates in front of her and asked, "Do you ever get tired of eating?"

Anyway, at least two-thirds of each meal was eaten up by Hitana. In addition, she had been busy in the North for some time, so most of the time she had no time to eat, let alone delicious food. Now that she was back in Hydra Manor, Miss Wolf began to eat like a revengeful person, which once made Xindu amazed - Miss Wolf's anger was sometimes inferior to other sins.

"I will, Miss Wolf." Faced with Shitana's kindness, Xin nodded obediently, but her eyes were on Anser.

"Hey, I told you not to call me that weirdly. Just call me Sitana."

Xitana picked up a large piece of barbecue and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling: "It sounds strange, we are not friends."

"friend……"

Xin murmured softly this word which was completely understandable to her but she had never really come into contact with it before, and smiled unconsciously.

"Friends...Now, can I have friends too, An?"

She called Anser's name softly, so relaxed and at ease, showing unreservedly the joy of no longer being restricted and truly belonging to her.

In the soul realm that no one can touch, Anser gently caressed the ignorant soul that was inseparable from him and full of curiosity and expectation about the world: "I will let Xin experience everything in this world, whether it's friends, family, and more, I will give them to you... How about trying the food Xier gave you first?"

"Ok!"

Facing Hitana's hopeful eyes, Xin's desire for everything that had just begun to burn in her heart grew stronger. When life was freed from the shackles of "mission", which was equivalent to a curse, all the beauty of the world seemed to open its arms to her.

The scholar coughed lightly at an inappropriate time. "Don't flirt while eating, Xin. Regarding your body... I suggest you confirm the church's information again. They can't hide it from you now. If you can ensure the accuracy of all the research data, then I can cooperate with those useless guys to create a body that is truly suitable for you."

Xitana laughed at him on the spot: "Ming Fuluo, you like to act like a bad guy before you say something nice. Are you so shy to express your kindness?"

"Eat your meat!"

Ming Fuluo didn't care about the mess. At least half of what happened in Donggang should be blamed on Xin. She still remembered this account and would not forget it in a blink of an eye like Xitana. If it wasn't for Anser, she would not take the time to worry about this stupid saint...

It's even more miserable than my life. If it weren't for Ansher, I would have been willing to drown in it.

Ming Furo subconsciously glanced at Xin, who was radiating a bright look, and the latter quickly looked over and gave her a pure and sincere smile.

...Anyway, things in Donggang have stabilized, so I might as well just take it as a relief.

The cared-for Saint Lady was happily savoring the fresh taste coming from Ansher. After truly realizing her own power and being reborn, she was able to control herself and not read other people's thoughts at all.

Even if there are countless people in this world who would flock to the power of prying into other people's hearts, Xin would definitely not have such a desire. She is tired of, and even disgusted with, always passively listening to the noisy and chaotic sins in other people's hearts.

Then the world became quiet, and the voice that Xin wanted to hear most became forever clear and close.

The Saint Lady's inner joy was also conveyed unreservedly. The mature Soul Head was actually able to control the degree and distance between him and Hydra. Even if the souls of both parties were wedged against each other, it did not mean that there were really no secrets between them.

Perhaps it was because Hydra, the first Hydra to be separated from the Soul Chief, did not like the feeling of being completely understood by others, or perhaps it was because he did not want the already special Soul Chief to become a truly unique existence among many Soul Chiefs. Hydra could unilaterally control the Soul Chief's partial perception of the soul, and the Soul Chief could also control the part of his soul that belonged to him to constantly express his emotions to Hydra.

Anyway, no matter what, in the end I did the right thing - a truly good and intimate relationship always requires a certain sense of mystery and a subtle sense of distance.

However, now Xin doesn't have to think about things that far in the future. Ansel will accept all her dependencies until she grows up and gets to know the world again.

Although the three girls had very different personalities and ways of thinking, the meal seemed very harmonious, which made Master Anser very satisfied.

It is obviously impossible to say that I have never worried about the disputes and conflicts between them. Even Xin, who seems to have been reborn, soft and ignorant, essentially has an extremely strong self, not to mention Xitana and Ming Furo. But even with Xin, they still get along very well.

Hmm…it does make sense that we could become like-minded comrades in arms in the original future.

but……

Anser unconsciously held up the side of his face, his eyes falling on the empty seat next to Xitana.

Ansel has been a little worried about the always busy witch lady recently.

It’s not that he was worried that she would think of something and act on her own without telling him. To a certain extent, Ansel no longer needed Marina to make such efforts and sacrifices. What he was more worried about was whether Marina could integrate smoothly into the three girls.

After all, from the beginning to the end, she has always maintained a very distinct sense of distance, even towards Shitana. Although the cooperation in the North has eased the relationship between the sisters, Shitana, who has changed a lot of her ideas, has also tried to get close to her again, but the initiative in this matter has always been in Marina's own hands.

The biggest problems have been solved, but Marina is still busy, and Ansel acquiesces in her busyness. Before the training plan for the Feasting Flame Sisters began, he even regarded Marina as the best candidate.

A helpless smile unconsciously appeared on Young Master Hydra's face.

You are really succeeding bit by bit, Marina.

Just as Ansel was thinking this, the door of the restaurant was slowly pushed open, and the witch lady, who was not dining with them, walked in gracefully and saluted Ansel by lifting her skirt.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Anser, that I could not dine with you and the ladies. It is my fault."

Anser knew exactly what was going to happen next, but he still asked with interest: "So...what's the reason? This is our first formal dinner since returning from the North. What could make you late, Marina?"

The words that should have sounded like a question were now full of smiles.

"Reasons~" Marina lifted her skirt, a rare playful smile appeared on her face, and she took two brisk steps inside.

"Because there are two new maids with extraordinary identities in the manor, some temporary guidance is very important before they serve Mr. Anser."

As she said this, she clapped her hands lightly, and outside the restaurant, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground could be heard from far away.

Xitana put down the big fork in her hand and looked towards the restaurant door, the gloating in her eyes almost overflowing; Ming Furo looked at Anser, her eyes full of disgust for his bad taste.

As for Xin...well, Miss Xin was pestering Anser to eat something else, and now she was savoring it carefully and happily.

The first person to walk in was a girl who looked pure and sweet, but whose clothes were overly provocative and seductive. She lifted up her skirt, which was a little too short, without any shyness, and the seductive lace patterns were visible at a glance.

"Master, from today on, Su Silun will be responsible for serving you in your daily life."

The little princess who used to be as noble as an iris was now wearing an overly revealing maid outfit. She expressed her submission to the young man at the end of the table so naturally and fluently, and it was so decisive that even Hitana couldn't help but gasp:

"Hey, Ming Fuluo, what do you think this guy is planning now? Or has he really been convinced by Anser?"

"What is there to worry about?" Ming Fuluo was too lazy to look at Toy No. 1. "In the past, there might have been a one in ten million chance of danger, but now... you might as well think about what delicious food to share with Xin tomorrow."

"Oh...too."

When she thought that they had a decisive trump card, Xitana didn't bother to think about it. After all, what excited her was not Su Silun who didn't even bother to struggle, but...

Da da da.

The tapping sound of the high heels was obviously very steady, indicating that it was not the first time for the other party to wear high heels, but the intervals were sometimes short and sometimes long, which seemed that the psychological quality of this maid... did not seem to be that strong.

"What's wrong? Are you going to make a mistake before you even start working?"

Marina sighed in distress. Her voice was very gentle, but only those who faced it could sense the deep malice hidden in it. "It is unforgivable to make a master who needs to be served wait. Have you forgotten what I said?"

"--Ms. Ivora?"

The footsteps outside the restaurant stopped.

A few seconds later, a pair of legs wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings, full and excessively slender, stepped into the restaurant.

As the line of sight moves upward, from the delicate and slightly shiny surface of the stockings to the crotch, a piece of black and white cloth hangs down, landing just halfway down the thigh, and behind the waist and hips there is also a rectangular piece of cloth hanging down, supported by the perky and plump buttocks, barely covering two-thirds of it. The roundest and fullest curves are wrapped in the stockings, fully visible.

The high slit directly hits the crotch, and this is the "lower body" of the maid, or it can be said that she has no lower body at all. This peculiar "dress" is just two pieces of cloth covering the front and back. Even the most daring and avant-garde fashion designers in the empire would be amazed by this design called cheongsam that comes from another world.

Further up, the thin fabric that fits the skin perfectly outlines the maid's toned mermaid line and rectus abdominis, and perfectly outlines her waist which is too narrow despite the perfect proportions. In the center of the heavy fruit above the waist, there is a heart-shaped window, but the view through the window is hazy, because it seems... also wrapped in black semi-transparent silk?

And when you see that the maid's originally slender neck is also covered with a thin layer of black silk, the reason why the view in the window is so special is obviously explained, because the black sexy silk does not only cover her legs, but wraps her whole body.

"This dress..." Xitana opened her eyes wide, "Didn't you make it, Ming Fuluo?"

"...Don't act like I was the one who came up with this kind of immoral stuff!"

Ming Fuluo glared at her and said, "That lustful bastard came up with this idea!"

A high-slit open-chested cheongsam and a one-piece black stockings... These two attack speed items have actually been worn by both Xitana and Ming Furo, but they have never tried wearing them together because they are a little afraid that they won't be able to bear it.

"You sound like you really don't want to wear it..."

Shitana muttered this at first, and then her eyes suddenly became strange.

"It's broken!" She exclaimed in a low voice, "Anser asked that guy to dress like this, is he serious?"

"He wouldn't..."

Ming Furo paused as she said this subconsciously, and looked at Ivora who was standing there expressionlessly.

That bright red, blazing long hair, like a blazing flame, is now tied into... twin ponytails?

"I, Wo, La~" the witch whispered softly, "What should you say now?"

After about ten seconds of silence, a hoarse voice sounded in the restaurant.

"I am...the maid...Ivola. From now on, I will...serve...you."

"Anser...Master."

Under the gaze of everyone, the eldest princess, who was wrapped in a black stockings jumpsuit, a high-slit cheongsam, and her hair tied into two ponytails, was trembling all over. She lowered her head and bent over little by little, and squeezed out these words from between her teeth.

Chapter 3. Ivora's New Life Part 3

A personal servant holds an extremely important position in the aristocracy.

They are confidants in the family and faces in public. The time they spend with the nobles may even be longer than that of the nobles' relatives and lovers. And Anser's personal maid is even more different from the personal servants of ordinary nobles.

Young Master Anser's personal maid, this position... There are countless women in the entire empire who have coveted it for a long time. They may be promising geniuses in the future, daughters of aristocratic families, or even some already famous and powerful people. When Anser was a child, they had made such requests to Anelisa either directly or implicitly, but were rejected righteously by the perceptive Lady Anelisa.

Of course, she hoped that her son could interact more with women, but it would be better to start with someone of similar age... If he developed any special fetishes in the future, that would be another matter, but while little Ansel was growing up, she would not allow an old woman with ill intentions to hang around her son.

And this important position, which had been vacant for a long time, now fell to Miss Ivora, whose fate had been up and down - although her sister also had a share.

Compared with the situation where it was once just a house cat and even had its human identity stripped away, this is simply a heavenly treatment.

So, what's the cost?

"Does the clothes fit?" Ansel held up the side of his face and looked at Ivora with a smile without looking up.

The bright red twin ponytails trembled slightly, and after a brief silence, Ivora continued to answer in that stiff and cold voice: "It fits."

"Really? So you don't like it?"

Hydra slowly crossed her legs and interlaced her fingers. Her unbridled look of joy made it even more difficult for Ivora to suppress the rage in her heart and also gave her a twisted and weird feeling.

"You look awkward and embarrassed..." The kind-hearted Master Anser showed his love and care for the maid, "If it's not that it doesn't fit, then you don't like it. If you don't like it..."

He paused, but just smiled and said nothing more.

A pet is still a pet even if it wears clothes, and a person is still a person without clothes - but this is based on objective human cognitive standards.

In this manor, there is only one standard, and that is Anser's will. Although this sexy outfit is full of contempt and defilement, it represents the identity of "personal maid" bestowed by Anser.

If you don’t like it and want to change it, what will be your next identity?

Was she the most common servant, a tool to extract power, a prisoner in shackles, or the worst thing she had ever become... a pet that was not even human?

"No, I am..." Ivola swallowed a little, making her mature and charming voice sound hoarse, "I like it very much, Master Anser."

“……~”

Su Silun looked at her sister's slightly trembling body and an unnatural blush appeared on her face.

When she thought about how her arrogant sister now had to let Ansher arrange her status, and even used such awful erotic clothing as a lifeline in order to make her life a little better, she felt so happy that her legs and feet went weak.

"Ms. Marina has already told us our most basic duties, Master."

Compared to Ivora, whose reluctance was almost written all over her body, Susilun acted so cheerfully. She put her hands on her chest, so charming and weak, and whispered sweetly: "If there is anything we do wrong, the master must punish me and my sister. I don't want to disappoint the master."

Xitana shuddered on the spot. She rubbed her arms and approached Anser with a look of disgust on her face: "Anser, can you please stop letting her talk like that? It's disgusting."

Anser patted Miss Wolf's thigh lightly with some amusement: "You feel disgusted, then... Ivora, why are you still lowering your head, don't you want to face me?"

"……no."

Ivora raised his head, and his expression, which was uglier than a fly, made Shitana unable to hold back.

“Pfft, no, you…hahahahahaha——” Miss Wolf slammed the dining table with great delight, “How come you’re even more…ahem…I mean, why are you facing Anser with such an ugly face!”

Shitana, who was about to laugh at Ivora without restraint, was stopped by Marina's eyes, so she could only pretend to be serious and scold the new maid who didn't know the etiquette.

The witch lady who stopped her sister's subtle bullying walked up to Ivora and smiled at her gently:

"Ms. Ivora, as Mr. Anser's personal maid, you can't show such an expression."