The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Several slender shadow tentacles stretched out from under her feet, gently and carefully helping Ivola tidy up her slightly messy hair, and then hovered over her face.

"It is a maid's basic duty to bring good mood to her master. I said that, didn't I?"

"Yes, sister, aren't you happy?"

Su Silun also came over and hugged Ivora's arm intimately, and said coquettishly: "You can't be... not wanting to serve the master?"

In those eyes, which were similar in color to Ivora's, there flowed a strong sense of mockery and sarcasm that only Ivora could see.

Do you want to continue being your house cat more than being a human, and miss the time when you were abused in every way, dear sister?

Su, Si, Lun...you shameless, disgraced bitch!

Ivola wished she could burn this pretentious woman to ashes right now, but she also knew that if she really couldn't control her emotions even a little bit, she would have fallen into her sister's trap.

——This bitch knows too well how to truly humiliate and anger herself. She just doesn't want to have a human identity. She hopes that her good sister will once again become a prisoner without dignity, and become a house cat and pet deprived of everything.

Ivora took a deep breath.

"how could be?"

Marina, who was looking at Ivora with a smile, was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Ansel. The moment she met those sea-blue eyes, she willingly withdrew her shadow, chuckled and stood to the other side. Shitana was stunned for several seconds, looking at Ivora with a look as if she had seen a ghost.

Because a smile that was not forced at all and had an extremely strong personal touch appeared on Ivola's face, which contrasted with the bright red eye shadow at the corners of his eyes, like a burning fire.

If you ignore her twin ponytails and sexy outfit, you might even get the illusion that the eldest princess is here - but precisely because of her current state, that kind of majesty and arrogance is minimal, and instead... is replaced by... an unsettling, stimulating strong desire to conquer.

"I will satisfy you, Master Anser."

She calmly shook off Su Silun who was holding her arms, her eyes burning with extremely aggressive fire, and she licked her red lips gently.

"No matter... in which aspect."

This identity is very important to Ivora.

No matter what the cost, as a personal maid, she can access many more things than a domestic cat... and even if it is not for this reason, even if it is to prevent the bitch beside her from succeeding, she must be a good "maid", no matter how much she hates Anser.

But it's just... acting.

Anser, if you can do it, why can't I do it?

Seeing Ivora suddenly getting excited, Xitana lost interest in teasing him. She touched her belly which was about 70% full but still as flat as before, and turned to Anser and said, "Anser, Anser, I'm going to exercise first!"

Then he left the restaurant in a hurry, and glanced at Ivora and Susilun before leaving.

Anser wiped his mouth and stood up as well: "After-dinner activities are indeed necessary...A Luo, what are your plans next?"

Ming Fuluo drew a light curtain out of thin air and glanced at it casually: "The Tower of Babel wants to take over the 'legacy' of the Gray Tower and the Church. It is too difficult for them to swallow it all. I plan to go and help."

"That's not a matter of urgency." Master Anser nodded with a smile.

Ming Fuluo paused in sliding the light curtain, and looked at Anser with a bit of vigilance: "What do you want to do?"

Anser walked behind the scholar, placed his hands on her slender shoulders, bent down and whispered:

"Xi'er shared the taste of delicious food with Xin, so should Luo also give Xin some gifts?"

Ming Fuluo subconsciously closed her legs and her earlobes began to blush.

She glanced at the two personal maids standing not far away, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed.

"…This is a gift for Xin that you gave me." She pinched Anser's hand, which had begun to do something strange, and her breathing became slightly faster. "It wasn't my idea. I'm very busy, you know?"

——While saying this, I cleared my schedule from today to tomorrow noon.

"Okay, okay...I will definitely not let Luo down."

Ansher smiled and put his arms around his overly thin waist, and amid Ming Fuluo's short exclamation, he picked up her petite body.

Xin Ze followed Anser curiously: "Human... Ming Fuluo, what is A Luo's gift?"

She seemed to be learning how Anser addressed Xitana and Mingfuluo.

Ming Fuluo, who was held in Princess Anser's arms, froze for two seconds, then resigned herself to her fate and said weakly, "We'll know soon. I advise you... you'd better be mentally prepared."

After passing by Ivora and Susilen, Ming Fuluo, who was curled up in Ansel's arms, hugging his shoulders with her eyes half closed, suddenly spoke.

"Still standing here? I don't understand what Anser is going to do?"

Marina covered her mouth and chuckled, while Ming Fuluo opened her eyes and glanced at the two unqualified maids with dignity.

"Make the bed, light the incense, and move quickly."

After saying this, she shrank back into Anser's arms, looking calm and composed.

Holding the buttocks wrapped in black pantyhose, Anser looked at Ming Fuluo in his arms with surprise: "Just now... you were quite ladylike, Luo."

"I want you to talk more!"

Su Silun, who had come to her senses, took Ivora's hand first and bowed to apologize: "My sister and I were slow, it will be fine soon, Miss Ming Fuluo!"

She pulled Ivora out of the restaurant, and after leaving Ansel's sight, Ivora immediately shook off Susilen's hand with an expressionless face.

"What's wrong, sister?" Su Silun looked at her pitifully and innocently, "We should finish the task quickly, not--"

Before she could finish her words, the innocent look on the little princess's face froze.

Because Ivora actually turned into a ball of fire and disappeared on the spot!

It took Su Silun a second to react...her sister, who valued face and dignity more than anything else, actually ran away!

When Su Silun pushed open the door of Anser's bedroom with an expressionless face, a strange fragrance that made people's bodies soften filled the room. She looked at Ivora who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. As she closed the door, she also took off the disguise that no one could stand.

"What's wrong with you, dear sister?" She glanced at the made bed, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, "Are you so eager to flatter your master all of a sudden?"

"You have never stood on the same level with me for even a moment... Susilen, you idiot."

When facing Susilen alone, Ivora was finally able to regain her contempt and arrogance: "Even if you have fallen to this point, no matter how hard you try, you can only be trampled under my feet."

"It's really hard for you to talk about serving Master Anser so high and mighty, my sister."

Su Silun was not moved at all and responded with sarcasm: "Because you can only wag your tail and beg for mercy from your master, you can only release your anger on me?"

"So what? At least I will still feel humiliated by this. There has never been a moment when I am willing to accept such a reality."

Ivora's hands were shaking as she touched her ponytails. She even wanted to burn off the hair she was so proud of. She stared at Su Silun and spoke word by word:

"And you... you are a piece of trash without any dignity. Anser treats you as a tool. He will never be interested in you. Do you understand?"

An even more sadistic smile appeared on the eldest princess's face: "You are in your current position purely because he needs you to humiliate me. You are nothing more than a sex toy between him and me!"

Su Silun's expression became visibly colder: "Do you think the master will be interested in a female cat like you? Don't be so self-righteous. I'm a sex toy, don't you think you're not?"

"Ha, Master, Master... Master comes so easily to you? Are you really angry? Did I hit your sore spot? You don't really want to be favored by Anser, do you? Are you really so stupid?"

The sisters, who share the same blood, are now attacking each other with the harshest words. If they could start fighting by pulling each other's hair, the scene would be quite shocking.

However, as the bedroom door was pushed open a crack, the quarrel between the two stopped immediately.

"Oh... So this is Luo's gift."

Xin, who followed Anser into the room, finally understood what was going to happen next. She blinked and looked at Ming Fuluo, whose breathing was becoming more and more rapid. "Are we going to satisfy An's lust together, Luo?"

"…It's fine if you just know it, why would you tell it out loud?!"

Ming Fuluo weakly uttered a soft moan from her throat that was not in line with her usual demeanor: "Some words... shouldn't be said... don't say them!"

"Hmm..." Xin tilted his head slightly, "Then I can ask now, is it because An has been moving his hands since the beginning that Luo-"

"You can't tell me that either!"

Ming Fuluo interrupted Xin loudly, then glared at the two completely unqualified maid sisters: "Get out, you have nothing to do here!"

"..."

Ivola left the bedroom with Susilun in silence. As the door closed, Susilun's counterattack still lingered in her mind.

[I am a sex toy, do you think you are not one? ]

Ivora was actually very clear that she was indeed a toy. After putting on this outfit designed purely for pleasure, she was ready to be humiliated without limits.

Because she knew very well that Ansel would not do anything to her. If that guy could be controlled so easily by his lower body, she would not have failed even though she was the first to come.

So the existence of this kind of clothes is not to cheer Anser up when she and Anser are fighting, but simply to trample on the dignity that she cannot ask for now... and to provide some alternative value when he does something he loves with others.

But even though he knew it, could Ivora accept it?

Wrapped in a black stocking, the slippery touch roamed over her skin from time to time, as if there was always a hand caressing her unscrupulously.

Anser...

The equally twisted and morbid fire in Ivola's heart gradually burned, not only because of such trampling, but also because of Anser's thoughts represented by this trampling.

Even so, you still have nothing to do with me, even if you dress me up as a meat puppet to satisfy your desires—? !

After two "bangs" sounded almost simultaneously, Ivola, who was trembling all over and kneeling on the ground, looked with disbelief at Susilun, who was standing on the other side of the gate and also fell to the ground with weak legs.

“Ah…” “Hmm…”

From their throats, they simultaneously emitted low moans with different tones, but they were equally exciting and difficult to suppress.

“How is this… Ugh—”

As if she had been hit hard in the abdomen, Ivola suddenly arched her body and clamped her legs together, while Susilen beside her was in even worse condition. She had curled up and collapsed to the ground. One of her black high-heeled shoes had fallen off, and her toes wrapped in white garter stockings stretched and curled up as her body spasmed.

"An...ser..."

Trying hard to suppress the waves that appeared out of nowhere and almost made him faint, Ivola, who was completely unable to stand, forced himself to hold on to his will and tried to summon the last bit of consciousness to find out what was going on in the room.

Xin also wanted to know what happened.

She was like a puddle of mud, completely hanging on Anser's back, her chin on his shoulder, her head tilted against Anser's cheek, her originally holy and ethereal blue eyes almost blurred at this moment.

"This is like...what..."

Mr. Devil's strong arms, his hot embrace, and the feeling of these two adjectives combined, made Miss Saint, who had only talked about it on paper and had never truly experienced this feeling, pull out some silver threads from her pink lips, breathe out the passionate hot air, drool a few times, and murmur incoherently.

"I…warned…warned you."

Ming Fuluo, who could not be seen at all from behind and was held in Anther's arms like a little doll, made a low sound like a crying and complaining cat.

"Ansel...you are doing this...she will suffer--ow!"

Xin and Ming Fuluo's voices were completely mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whose voice was louder.

The evil-minded Master Anser gently licked the earlobe of the scholar lady. At this moment, Xin, who felt the same way as Ming Furo, couldn't help but shiver as his body was completely pressed against Anser's back.

The empathy achieved between Xin and Anser is the most perfect, no different from two people using the same body, but her extraordinary ability at the soul level allows her to empathize directly with others even without the same special connection as Anser after the restrictions of the church are lifted, but the effect is not as good as Anser's.

What's more, the two sides still have the connection between them, so even if it's bad, it won't be too bad.

It turns out that the effect was a bit too good.

"Because A'Luo is the most sensitive." Anser laughed softly, savoring the scholar's slight trembling, "So it would be better if A'Luo gave this gift."

"I don't... no..."

"Come to think of it, Luo can actually adjust her body's sensitivity herself, right?"

"I……"

"Why, A'Luo, didn't you think of changing it to make yourself less embarrassed?"

"Because—"

"Oh……"

Ansher's meaningful chuckle and sudden turn over left Ming Furo speechless.

"Because Luo is different from Xi'er, she actually likes the feeling of being bullied to the point where she loses her ability to think, right?"

Ming Furo had indeed almost lost her ability to think, so Xin, who had never experienced this before, was completely out of control.

"An...An...Mr. Devil..."

Xin, who was lying on Anther's back, seemed to want to rub himself into Anther's body, cried in a bone-softening voice: "Am I... wuuuu... going to die?"

"It doesn't matter, Xin. It's a happy death like this."

The devil's gentle and sweet whisper became the happy poison that strangled the saint in the end: "Let your consciousness die like this, don't worry about anything, don't think about anything..."

Don’t worry… don’t think about it…

Anser's words crushed Xin's last bit of sanity, and even caused a tiny leak of her power - just a little bit out of the bedroom door.

As a result, the two maid sisters at the door, who had never faced such huge waves, lost control of their bodies almost instantly.

Ivora looked at Su Silun, who had rolled her eyes slightly and twitched from time to time, and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.