The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ivola's emotion might not necessarily be jealousy. Perhaps her self-esteem could not allow her to tolerate being ignored by Anther, or maybe she just didn't want to see Susilen live a good life. But she herself was also unable to distinguish the twisted emotions in her heart, as if she had not explained why she felt... wronged by Anther's neglect.

As for Susilun, her life is always shrouded in the shadow of the strongest. She fears the power of the emperor and even Ivora, but she also harbors the fantasy of destroying them all. The other side of her inferiority complex... is an equally morbid admiration for the strong.

Ansel let go of Susilen, stood up, poured himself some wine, and then pulled Susilen to stand in front of Ivora. Among the princess sisters, the elder sister's height was already very outstanding, and her high heels were much higher than her younger sister's maid shoes. Now she was almost a head taller than Susilen.

No matter what design is made, one thing is always important.

"As sisters, quarreling is your family affair, and I won't stop you. But after the quarrel, as my maids, you need to reconcile so that you can do your job better."

——The absolute right of control is always in the hands of their masters.

"Finish this glass of wine." Master Anser said with a smile, "Before the next conflict, continue to be good sisters and good maids."

He placed the wine glass between the two of them, but chose the position very carefully - the shorter Susilen had to tiptoe to be able to sip, while Ivora had to lower his head to lick it like a cat.

Susilen gave Anther a sweet smile, stood on tiptoe without hesitation, and sipped the amber wine obediently. Just as Ivora said, she licked the rim of the cup shamelessly and seductively, while looking at Anther with seductive eyes.

The Hydra tattoo on Susilun's lower abdomen was tattooed by Anther. How could she not know that Anther knew her true identity?

She always knew that whether she pretended to be innocent, acted reserved, or revealed her true nature, it was meaningless to Anser - since any disguise was meaningless, why bother?

She can be charming and seductive without any scruples, or pretend to be pure when the mood is right, and even pretend to be reserved when necessary to add to the fun of abuse.

[Since you can see through everything about me, aren’t these changes the best fun? It’s so pathetic that you can’t even figure out such a simple thing, my dear sister.]

After a few seconds of stiffness, Ivola finally lowered her head and licked the wine awkwardly, just like her initial identity in Hydra Manor.

She also looked at Anser, but her eyes were not as tender and affectionate as Susilun's. The brutal murderous intent flowing in her pure blood-red eyes seemed to be telling Anser, and also to be telling those girls... who witnessed all this through Anser's eyes.

[No matter what this bitch wants to do, she only has one life. Whether I win or not, she will die.]

As for whether she also wanted to convey this idea to Anser, Anser didn't really care, because compared to the taming of Ivora and Susilen, he was actually enjoying the game sessions given to him by the girls more.

To Anser, this pair of sisters, no matter who they were, were too shallow. He could see the end of their twisted hearts at a glance. They were far inferior to his girls.

Because of this unnatural posture, they inevitably spilled the wine while sipping. When the wine splashed onto Anther's hand, Susilun paused for a moment, then immediately turned her head and gently sucked on Anther's knuckles, looking at Anther with wet eyes, her lips, teeth and pink tongue sliding alternately.

After seeing this scene, Ivora first clenched her fists, and then began to shift her target and licked the back of Ansel's hand. Although she did not express her emotions with her eyes like Susilun, she lowered her head, looking clumsy but somewhat docile, which had a different kind of appeal.

But if that's all, well...

The arrogant and dissolute Master Anser half-closed his eyes, and considering that the girls were still watching him, he gave up the idea of ​​pouring the wine into his mouth.

It's not bad to have some entertainment occasionally.

*

"Then we can vote now."

Marina clapped her hands gently, drawing the girls' attention away from Anser's wonderful wine feeding session. "First of all, regarding Miss Susilen, should we treat her gently and kindly, or... cruelly squeeze out all her value?"

"If that's all, just continue to use her as a tool."

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo spoke first. The scholar had a cold and indifferent expression. She hated many kinds of people, and people like Su Silun were undoubtedly the kind that annoyed her the most.

"She wants to use everyone as a stepping stone, even if it's just wishful thinking...she doesn't deserve our kindness."

Judging from Xin's thoughts and emotions, she had no intention of really standing on Anser's side. Anyway, to Ming Furo, this maid was not worthy of being treated kindly.

Xitana shifted her arms and nodded in approval: "If you want to use someone, you have to be prepared to be used by them. I don't think she doesn't understand this."

Miss Wolf's thoughts were relatively simple. She recalled everything she had experienced in the Red Frost Territory. Not to mention Susilun's intimate behavior towards Anser, her idea that she could take advantage of everything was enough for Hitana to decide to teach her a lesson.

Marina didn't comment, but just smiled and looked at Xin: "What about Miss Xin? Are you the same?"

Xin slowly shifted his gaze to the faces of Xitana and Ming Furo, with some doubts appearing in his eyes.

"But wouldn't it be more in line with Ann's ideas if we treated her better?"

Xin, who had no feelings for Su Silun herself, calmly stated her opinion: "The more kindness she gets, the angrier Miss Demon will be. The angrier Miss Demon is, the more likely she is to do irrational things... This is what An wants to see. Isn't this a good thing?"

This slightly tricky, but not particularly strange angle made Xitana stunned for a moment, but before she could refute, Ming Fuluo had already spoken:

"Although Anser has given us the decision-making power, his opinion is still the most important... Do you think so, Xin?"

Xin tilted his head: "Isn't that so?"

"He gave us the decision-making power, which means he trusts us to make the best decision for him."

Ming Fuluo raised her chin without hesitation: "It's not that I don't care about his thoughts, but I will not let him down... Marina should understand this point very well."

As the only woman among them who dared to act without scruples, no one understood this idea better than Marina.

"Let's take a step back." The serious scholar paused, "Anser originally didn't intend for us to take over the training of those two women. This involves the crucial hidden person. Regarding this matter, even if Anser let me do it, I would not be as confident as I am now."

"So at this uncritical stage, it is more appropriate to follow Mr. Anser's suggestion and follow my own ideas... It is a very convincing argument."

Marina nodded and sighed softly, "It's even possible that Mr. Anser just wants us to have fun, right?"

"...Based on that brat's current personality, it's very likely."

Ming Fuluo rubbed her brows helplessly: "Thanks to Xin, he is very cheerful now, a little too cheerful."

Anser would never do such unnecessary things before. He was fully devoted to revenge and death. He was either gambling with fate or fighting with fate. How could he have the mind to engage in these "meaningless" entertainments? Not to mention the plan against Susilen and Ivora. Even if it was only in the early stage, it was unacceptable to Anser.

"Therefore."

Marina stroked her chest gently, her eyes lowered, she looked calm and peaceful, not at all like she was dominated by the preaching of the abyss.

After Xin became the head of souls, her fragmented soul was greatly healed and her life was no longer in danger. However, Anther's spiritual essence was not something Xin could resist now. The temptation and negativity of the abyss preaching were still there, but Marina was sober for Anther from beginning to end.

"I made the same choice as Miss Xin. Treating Susilen gently will not only make Ivora's jealousy grow, but also make her indulge in a false dream... Mr. Anser must want to see this interesting scene, hehe~"

The witch smiled softly with a blush on her cheeks. Only at this moment could others feel her danger and madness.

"Linna means that if An wants us to have fun, we can also hope that he can have fun...right?"

Xin's eyes brightened: "This reason is better than the one I just thought of. You are worthy of Lina!"

There is no doubt that for Xin, there is no more convincing reason than "making Ansel happy".

"Mr. Anser has made so much effort and finally made it to where he is today. He shouldn't continue to bear the burden for the suffering that he shouldn't have to endure. He finally has the idea of ​​thinking about himself, so how can we miss it?"

Marina's voice was gentle and soft, yet with unshakable determination:

"If you ask me, what I think is the best thing to do for Mr. Anser now is to make him feel happy and blessed by our choice."

"That's what I thought." She smiled, "Well, now it's two to two."

"…Now that you've said that, what else can I do?"

Xitana grumbled and scratched her head: "If I don't change my mind, won't it seem like I don't want Anser to be happy?"

"That's not the case, Xitana. You and Miss Ming Fuluo have experienced more than Miss Xin, Mr. Anser and I."

Marina shook her head. "That must have been the most difficult time Mr. Anser had ever experienced. You are all used to fighting side by side with Mr. Anser and want to contribute your strength to him at any time. I don't think there is anything wrong with your decision... Maybe, as Miss Ming Fuluo said, Mr. Anser will be very happy that we have not let him down."

"So, even if the odds are three to one, I will not change my decision. A gentle attitude towards Susilen will bring more variables and will not be conducive to truly efficient use and utilization. Considering her personality, position, and our purpose, in my opinion, this is a better choice."

Ming Fuluo was very calm, and was not shaken by Marina's words at all: "I don't have so many emotional thoughts. Since Anser has entrusted this matter to me, I will do my best, that's all."

"I will fulfill all his wishes as long as he needs me."

It was absolutely right to want to help Anser with her own strength, but was it short-sighted to just want Anser to be happy and satisfied? Obviously not, Anser should have lived a life of indulgence and enjoyment a long time ago, so why couldn't they give Anser even such a small gift?

On the other hand, does insisting on providing substantial help to Anser while ignoring the entertainment factor mean that he does not care about Anser's feelings? That is even more absurd. Living up to Anser's expectations and realizing all his visions... How many things in the world can make Anser more satisfied than this?

There is no fundamental conflict in the girls' ideas; it's just that their respective personalities and the different degrees of love they have for Anser are destined to make them make different choices.

Ming Fuluo's calm statement did not add any tension to the discussion. Despite this, Xitana still hurriedly revealed: "If it's three to one, we will deliberately be nice to that sinister woman and make her regret it in the end. As for Ivora, her position and the way she treats him..."

The girls fell silent in surprising unison. They looked at each other, as if they all understood each other's eyes and saw the information they wanted to know.

"That guy is indeed a jerk."

"He has absolutely no self-awareness and cannot control his emotions."

"And he actually cares a lot about Mr. Anser, but he's also easily played with."

"...What a stupid and terrible woman."

They pieced together the image of Ivora in everyone's mind, and then they all laughed unconsciously.

Aside from her talent and strength, Ivora was indeed such a woman. If she still had the extremely distinct arrogance and domineering character she once had, she might be able to add one or two more labels. Unfortunately, even though Anser wanted to see her arrogant and domineering appearance now, she still forced herself to restrain the angry beast and madness in her heart.

"Her mental state is not strong. Too much pressure will make her lose control. Add to that fate, and it is possible that she will kill Su Silun."

Ming Fuluo continued her rigorous analysis: "Coupled with the attitude we will take towards Su Silun, it will be even easier for her mentality to be completely unbalanced."

"If Xin can read her mind completely and thoroughly, and monitor her continuously and uninterruptedly, then perhaps a long-term high-pressure strategy can be considered, but..."

"I can't do that." Xin shook his head. "The demon lady is very wary of me, and I can't keep an eye on her all the time. I still have a lot of things to do."

Marina thought thoughtfully: "But if we adopt a conciliatory policy towards Ivora, a woman like her will definitely not appreciate it and may even become suspicious."

"That's right!"

Xitana got some snacks out of nowhere, crossed her legs, chewed them, and said incoherently, "When I was in the capital, I don't know how many times she disgusted me! I don't want to be friendly to her, not even gentle!"

Just as the girls were lost in thought over how to treat Ivora, who obviously had a simpler personality, Ming Furo's expression suddenly changed slightly.

"Wait, I have a great idea that will solve all the problems."

Her gaze slowly shifted to Sitana who was still chewing snacks.

“Chew, chew, chew…?”

Xitana, who first felt Ming Furo's gaze and then the gazes of the other two, looked a little innocent. After looking at them successively, she pointed at herself in confusion.

"I?"

Chapter 5: Crossing the Sea (K)

Anser opened the curtains, and the sunlight fell on his sculpted body. He first looked back at the sleeping girls, then stretched his body lazily, and a nightgown formed on his body. The sunlight on him did not spread into the room. When Anser opened the door and lay down on the lounge chair on the balcony, the curtains closed automatically.

Although Marina's starting point for proposing the plan was very positive, it was obviously a bit too stimulating to put Anser in his perspective and watch him playing with other women with great interest, so last night he inevitably fell into a long-lost indulgence. The multiple empathy brought by Xin made the gameplay and effects achieve a qualitative leap. Even a strong person like Xitana was now fast asleep and couldn't move a finger.

But our Master Anser is still full of energy, waking up exactly at the specified time as always.

"Ivora."

As Anser called out casually, a ball of blood flame ignited beside him.

Slender white legs stepped out of the fire, and Ivora, wearing a provocative cheongsam, stood expressionlessly beside Ansel, holding a glass and wine in her hands.

Anser tilted his head to look at the pair of legs that were dazzlingly white in the sun: "What about the one underneath?"

Ivora, who was silently bending over to pour him a glass of wine, paused and then replied coldly, "Is your taste really that low?"

"You have to tell Marina this." Anser picked up the wine glass and shook it, chuckling, "Although if you really said this to her, the consequences might not be good. After all, Marina is very confident in her clothing design skills."

"That kind of thing that a slut wears is also called a—"

After meeting Anser's half-smiley gaze, Ivora suddenly fell silent.

How can she, now, still have the right to emphasize the beauty of clothes? What she wears is not clothes, but a symbol of status.

That overly sensational clothing was not meant to satisfy Anser, but the designer of the clothing was trying to emphasize to Ivora her status, her... identity.

"It's good that you reacted in time... Honestly, you are much worse than your sister in this regard, Ivora."

Anser casually pointed out the real difference between her and Suslen: "Suslen was able to accept her situation calmly and actively seek all available resources; but you not only find it difficult to accept reality, but also always fall into meaningless rage."

"That's because she doesn't have any dignity at all!"

Anser took a sip of wine, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Ivora, whose mouth was blocked by a shadow tentacle that appeared out of nowhere.

He glanced at the bedroom on the other side of the balcony, then put his index finger to his lips.

After a few seconds, he pulled the saliva-covered tentacle out of Ivola's esophagus. As the shadow dissipated, saliva dripped out of thin air onto Ivola's hollow chest. The sunlight made her whitest skin glow with a smooth luster.

"You see, this is the difference between you and her, Ivora."

Master Hydra taught his personal maid earnestly, "I am not humiliating you, nor am I praising Su Silun. On the contrary, I am reminding you, hoping that you can calmly realize the gap, or difference, between you and Su Silun."

"I have high hopes for you, Ivora," he sighed, "just like I expect Suslen to be able to do something under such unfavorable conditions. You obviously have unparalleled value, but all of this is completely ruined by your terrible character."

"But after hearing these words, you only get angry and emphasize that Su Silun is a shameless piece of trash, and emphasize your dignity and pride."

Ansher put the wine glass on the tea table and tapped the wall of the glass gently, but Ivora remained indifferent and just stared at Ansher.

"And on this basis, is there a possibility..."

Several tentacles stretched out from the shadow under Ivola's feet, tightly entangled her limbs, and forcibly pulled her from a standing position to the standard kneeling position when Susilun served Anser. Ivola, who looked terrible, was like a puppet, stiffly pouring wine for Anxin.

Anser supported his face with his hands and picked up the wine glass. He admired the undisguised anger of the eldest princess at the moment. He first gently rubbed Ivora's red and moist lips with the rim of the glass, then smiled brightly and put his index finger into the wine glass to smear the wine on her lips: