The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Even though Ansel had clearly said that he would rather see her act without restraint, and indeed had tolerated her previous transgression, for some reason, Ivora felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart that was difficult to express in words...?

It's like a cat that's baring its teeth and trying to flick its claws out from its paw pads, but is grabbed by the scruff of the neck again.

It's just to make sure I don't give this guy the chance to play around with torturing me... This is necessary calmness.

Under Anser's gentle gaze, Ivora exhaled slowly, took the wine list with a stern face, and glanced at it casually.

But a few seconds later, she realized what she should say at this time, so she immediately put on a disdainful and arrogant look: "When did you become so tasteless that you can even drink the swill in a place like this?"

Of course, the proud princess would never drink the wine from such a country tavern, but she should have said such words reflexively at the first moment without any thought, but just now she still obediently followed Ansher's instructions.

“The taste of wine is always limited. Special wines cannot bring more taste enjoyment.”

Anser patiently taught: "You have to understand this, Ivora. Sometimes people drink just to satisfy their taste buds, that's all, and -"

Boom!

Ivora suddenly collapsed onto the bar as if his bones had been pulled out, startling the bartender.

"Nothing, she's just a little tired."

Anser smiled at the bartender, then gently stroked the back of Ivora's head, which twitched from time to time, and leaned down to whisper in her ear:

"My tolerance is conditional, so you have to be careful about the degree. It is not my favor to you, but my recognition of you."

Facing the pair of bloodshot eyes full of struggle and anger, Anser nodded with satisfaction: "You see, I don't care about this kind of expression at all, but the one just now is not okay, because the adjective you used affected my mood for drinking."

"Seeing you like this...I kind of miss the old Xi'er."

Anser, who was petting the big cat, sighed with nostalgia: "That collar, even if it is stimulated to the maximum current, it is just a tickle for her. When I gave her that gift, I didn't think she would improve so quickly. I thought this little interest could last for a long time."

Ivora, who was savoring this "little pleasure" and the feeling of the electric current bursting and flowing through his body in an instant, wanted to squeeze out some unpleasant words from his mouth, but when he came to his mouth, the content changed:

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"What to do? Well... this is actually a very suitable question for you to think seriously about... ah, thank you."

Anser took the glass handed to him by the bartender. He swirled the azure liquor and stared into Ivora's eyes:

"Dear Ivora, what motivates you to act? Is it 'what can I do' or 'what can I do for Anser'?"

Ivora kept silent, just as she didn't think she could defeat Susilen in the field of political tricks. Facing Anser's sweet words, she had no confidence at all that she would not be fooled. Keeping silent was the best choice.

The big cat thought he was cold, but in fact, his look was filled with an inexplicably stubborn protest, which made Anser laugh for a moment. He took a sip of the good-looking wine and was about to continue speaking, but his brows slowly frowned.

After three seconds, Master Anser silently put the wine next to him.

Ivola, who was still powered on, sneered, "I said it was swill—uh-huh!"

"Since I just randomly found a tavern, it means I didn't really expect the taste here... If there is unexpected deliciousness, it will be a surprise. If not, it won't be surprising."

Ansher slowly withdrew his hand, allowing Ivora, who had just screamed, to finally stand up tremblingly.

"Another cup of your signature drink."

As he said this, he glanced at the eldest princess who was waving her claws again to get back a little ground, and smiled as he pushed the cup of azure star in front of the woman.

"Don't waste it, Ivora." Anser advised her softly, "Besides, this wine is not bad, it just tastes... special. Maybe you will like it?"

Unconvinced, the cat Wola raised her hand to burn the entire wine glass, but her wrist was grabbed by Anser on the spot. Her current owner and servant, the young master, still maintained that gentle smile: "No, waste."

Ivora was a little stunned, because Ansel insisted on making her drink the wine. His tone sounded intimidating, but in fact there was no sense of coercion or command. He was not emphasizing the status of the two, but just out of a subtle bad taste.

——Pointless and bad taste.

Ivola was very familiar with this kind of bad taste, because just now, she and her sister had felt the teasing from Hydra together - now thinking back, Ivola still couldn't be sure whether it was Anser's bad taste, but she could be sure... that she hated this feeling very much.

"I don't want to drink." Her tone and expression began to become truly cold and resistant.

"Why?" Anser looked at her strangely. "Are you scared by my reaction just now? Or do you dislike that I drank a sip? This is not like you, Ivora. If it were you in the past... wouldn't you have snatched the wine glass long ago and sucked the part I drank from as if to claim sovereignty?"

"Well... I might even spit some saliva into it, thinking it was very erotic."

As Anser spoke, he couldn't help laughing: "Don't expect me to drink any more. You have to drink it all yourself."

……wrong.

Why didn't I feel that kind of malice?

Teasing, teasing, ridiculing... This is normal and completely in line with Anser's style. Ivora has experienced it countless times.

But she felt more and more that after the incident in the North, Anser gave her a weirder feeling. Something very important was missing from the torture she had endured countless times.

"Hurry up, Ivora, are you a child who refuses to eat?" Hydra knocked on the table, "You have to finish my wine before it comes, hurry up."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Ivora murmured subconsciously.

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing? I told you to drink it."

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Malice, cruelty, purposefulness…where have those things gone?

Ansir Hydra, shouldn't you use that vicious soul and mind, always harboring calculations and purpose, and then use cruel means to achieve them?

Why are you... just wanting to see me drink this awful drink? When... when did you become a mischievous child!

"Time is running out, Ivora, are you going to let me drink—"

"What on earth are you going to do!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Ivora roared, attracting the attention of everyone in the tavern.

The cognitive shielding between the two is limited to their names and certain changes in appearance, so when a sexy and graceful woman gets angry at the man next to her, there will always be other men who can't hold back.

However, before that clichéd plot could happen, a person who stood up and just said "Miss, do you need help?" was grabbed by Ivora and smashed into the wall.

Anser sighed: "Are you so resistant? And...how many times have I told you that you have to control your emotions."

The force applied to the unlucky guy was crushed in an instant. Without even a symbolic action, Ansher destroyed Ivora's power with just a thought. The injuries on the unlucky guy who had lost half his life were instantly healed, and even the wall was repaired.

"Don't be nervous. I'm still looking forward to whether the next drink can bring me a surprise... Oh, and don't count this as me paying for the drink."

Anser comforted the pale-faced bartender: "After all, it was me who failed to discipline myself. Please continue."

"Anser!!" Ivora's voice rose again, "Is that enough? What is your intention in coming here? Who is the owner of this tavern? Your witch? The guy hiding in your bracelet? I know they are all listening! I know! What do you want me to do!"

This series of angry questions caused the girls' soul chat room to fall into a brief silence.

"Uh..." Xitana couldn't help asking, "Why is she crazy?"

"Ms. Devil...can't accept An's changes." Although Xin knew it clearly, he was also a little confused, "But, why?"

"Gap." Ming Fuluo was very frugal with her words.

"Yes." Marina chuckled, "The current Mr. Anser is no longer the Mr. Anser of the past."

Facing Ivora's questioning, Anser looked even more innocent: "What on earth are you talking about, Ivora? I'm just here to drink."

"Drink? Drink...drink?"

Ivora stared at the glass of azure liquor in his hand, then turned his head and fixed his gloomy and cold gaze on the bartender who tremblingly placed another glass of liquor in Anser's hand, repeating word by word: "You said, you just come here to drink?"

"What else?" Anser looked at Ivora in confusion, while raising the glass to his lips, "And just chatting with you... Well, this glass is not bad."

He half-closed his eyes and savored it for a few seconds, then put the glass down and asked curiously: "So, what do you think I'm going to do?"

What are you going to do? You can do anything! You want to torture me, humiliate me, you want to trample on my dignity and wear down my pride in countless ways, so that I can submit to you and become your property, but the only thing you can't do is to drink and chat!

Ivola felt like she was going crazy. What made her crazy was Ansel's inexplicable and strange behavior. However, it was not the behavior itself that caused her to go crazy, but the things behind the inexplicability.

She had never seen Anser like this before. In her opinion, everything this guy did and every word he said had a deeper meaning. He even wanted to take herself into account all the time... and Ivora liked Anser's innate viciousness and indelible madness.

But what is he doing now? Just drinking in a bar and talking to me about random things. Is that all?

Of course, Ivora could tell himself that this was part of Anser's plan. He was stimulating himself in this way. He just wanted to see himself going crazy and he had even begun to feel happy about it. But was this really the case?

The fact is, she didn't feel that Ansher had any profound intentions at all. If Ivora could have sensed any malice and cruelty hidden behind these actions, she would not have lost her composure like this. It seemed that he was just acting on impulse and doing whatever he wanted, nothing more.

Because he was relaxed and happy now, very simply and purely relaxed and happy.

This made Ivora realize that everything Ansel said just now might not be purely intended to disrupt her and Susilun's mentality. He might... maybe he just said those words to go with the flow. He never wholeheartedly and with the malicious intention of taming them to play with their minds. Maybe he really just did it out of bad taste.

Do whatever you want... Ivora hoped countless times that Anser would not be bound by those rigid and stupid rules that were meaningless to them, and would squander their authority as they pleased. But when Anser now seemed to be truly aimless and did things based on his mood, she... could not accept it.

Ansel was so natural and at ease, so calm and peaceful, as if he had suddenly realized something, or even seemed liberated, no longer obsessed with a certain goal like a madman. This made her feel painful and... hateful.

"Including just now, you have already disobeyed me for three times in a row."

"What do you want me to do" - Ivora never got the answer to this extremely simple question. She only heard Anser continue to emphasize in that inexplicable nonsense: "I said, don't waste it, I——"

click-

Ivora smashed the wine glass to the ground, and the broken crystals in the azure liquid reflected a blurry light.

That does not work.

Ivora told herself that this was not okay. She couldn't disobey Anser like this. It would do her no good.

But when she saw the familiar malice rising in those clear and bright ocean-blue eyes, she threw all her rationality and plans out of the window.

What exactly should I do?

What can I do for Anser?

The end of it all is to regain the power and the crown, but before that, Ivora seems to have found something more important to her.

Anser... I will never allow you to be so selfish as to free yourself from our abyss.

For me, and for you.

You must, must drown with me in endless pain and despair.

Chapter 23: Thrilling Adventure Part 4

Although Xin couldn't fully read Ivora's mind, for Anser, her performance and emotions were enough to explain everything.

There had been an almost fatalistic connection between Hydra and Feast Flame tens of thousands of years ago. It was normal for Ivora's twisted and morbid obsession to become even crazier because of his awakening, but... it shouldn't be at this time.

Too fast.

Ansher stared expressionlessly at Ivora, who was gradually showing a distorted smile, and knocked on the bar. The wine glass and wine that were smashed to the ground by Ivora began to "flow back", but not reorganized into their original state. Instead, they flowed directly into Ivora's mouth, which was forcibly pried open by Ansher, in the form of liquid and broken crystals.

"Does it please you to offend me like this, Ivola?" Hydra's expression was very calm.

The hard-to-swallow wine stimulated the taste buds, and the sharp glass fragments cut the esophagus in the throat, then flowed into the stomach along the hole-ridden esophagus, and then stirred it brutally, ignoring the glass shards and treating her stomach wall as a canvas, smearing it with blood and stomach acid, composing the pattern with puncture incisions, and then... rushing up the esophagus again, back and forth, wantonly and cruelly, cutting Ivora's internal organs almost like dismemberment.

Ivola's senses were forcibly amplified at this moment, and her body kept spasming, but such pain only made her more excited.

She knew that Ansir Hydra could not be a calm and peaceful person. This monster had innate cruelty running in his blood, just like herself.

——So Anser still found it troublesome to play the role of a pervert who could satisfy Ivora, because he had no interest in such superficial sadism and cruelty, but Ivora always measured things by his own standards.

Glancing at Ivora, who was lying on the table and twitching slightly, Anser ignored her and continued drinking. In fact, he discussed with Xin:

"Xin, do you think it's reasonable that Ivora's thoughts would suddenly become so crazy and twisted?"

"...Miss Devil, you probably don't have the ability to see An's mental state so keenly."

Xin replied softly, "She should only be in the middle level, that is, she thinks that An is using that careless and casual attitude to irritate her and discipline her, instead of thinking that An has really been liberated and believes it firmly."

All of Ivora's speculations about Anser should have led to the conclusion that "Anser wants to tame me", but Ivora abnormally changed the direction of his thinking and pointed directly to the real end point - Anser was just doing what he wanted to do according to his ideas.

The young Hydra really just came to this tavern to drink. He had other intentions and would not miss the opportunity to tease and teach Ivora a lesson. But for Anser now, this was not the primary goal. It was also a good thing to do as a side job.

Anser held up his face with amusement: "It seems that He really wants our cat Miss Vola to stand up quickly, so He gave us a strong medicine so quickly."

Fate was urging Ivora to find a goal that could better stimulate her desires and ambitions, rather than degenerating little by little into being toyed with by Anther every day while she thought she was playing a game with Anther.

She needed a very attractive signpost, and fate gave it to her.

"An, is this okay?" Xin was a little confused. "The devil lady has become more dangerous."

"Whether it matters or not, I should be the one asking you."

Anser took a sip of wine and said, "Ivora's psychology has undergone such a significant change. Do you need to adjust your plans?"

Xin thought for a while and answered thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be necessary. Although Miss Devil has become more dangerous and there is one more reason driving her actions, her way of thinking has not changed fundamentally anyway, so..."

"Then there's no problem, right?" Anser put down his glass leisurely, "Just do what you think is right, just like before. Don't worry, I'm always watching."

"..."

Xin blinked and subconsciously covered his heart.

She couldn't feel the rise and fall of her heart, but she felt an indescribable throbbing.