The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The boy and girl snuggled together, gazing at the city that was becoming more and more prosperous under Anser's management. Even though the great cold wave had just passed, Red Frost City was still radiating unimaginable vitality.

Under the beautiful moonlight, Anther lowered his head, said nothing, and just kissed the side of Shitana's face.

Anser knew very well that for the current Xitana, he didn't need to say any sweet words, all he needed to do was take straightforward actions.

Sitana, who seems shy about this matter, always responds.

As Anser expected, after being kissed like this, Xitana's body trembled slightly, and then she silently tugged at Anser's clothes.

The successful evil Hydra chuckled. He pinched Sitana's chin and lowered his head slightly again.

The clam meat between the girl's teeth was extremely docile and obedient as it was delivered between Anther's lips and teeth, entwining them greedily and lovingly. With her amazing physique, she soon began to breathe heavily, and then she involuntarily stretched out her arms to hug Anther tightly.

Feeling the pure enthusiasm, Ansor gently put his arms around Sitana's waist, and with his other hand he lifted up her hem and began to press against the girl's gradually hot skin.

"!"

The girl who was immersed in the deep kiss trembled all over, as if...she had some kind of resistance?

But this resistance could not withstand the burning joy and huge desire in her heart, and it looked more like a teasing attempt.

As the movements became more intense, her breathing became heavier. Shitana's hands, which had originally been around Anser, suddenly changed to supporting Anser's shoulders, as if trying to push him away, and her head was struggling between being reluctant and wanting to be pulled back.

Anser paused slightly. He opened his eyes and looked at Shitana, whose eyes were filled with mist, and gently let her go.

"Anser...Anser..."

The girl kept breathing out pink, arousing breaths. She tightly grasped Anser's shoulders, trying to avoid his gaze. She shyly and unwillingly whispered, "Stop for a moment, please?"

"……Why?"

After a brief silence, Anser asked, "What's wrong, Xitana?"

Xitana took deep breaths repeatedly until her breathing calmed down a little, then she lowered her head and said, "It's not... It's not that I don't want to do this with you, Anser, it's just..."

She moved her body shyly, then moved closer to Anser and whispered:

"I told you not to laugh at me, Anser."

Anser chuckled and touched her head: "What's so funny?"

"I...I'm afraid I..."

Miss Wolf spoke incoherently and hesitantly, and finally covered her face with her hands, and said loudly as if she had given up on herself:

"I'm afraid I can't help it!"

"You're always like this to me... It's not that I don't like it, but it's really... wrong. Anyway, it's because you always do this to me, Anser, even during training. If you continue like this, I won't be able to hold back."

This was within Anser's expectations, so he just smiled and encouraged: "What if you can't help it? Will I reject you?"

"This, this is not something Anser refuses to do, it's me..."

She raised her head and looked at Anser. Her rosy and moist face looked extremely delicate and charming, and her dark red eyes, because of the angle, seemed to reflect the stars in the sky.

"I don't want to give my first time to Anser so casually."

Clumsy, Hitana, who had been trying hard to make Anther cherish her, to make Anther praise her, and to be the best version of herself in Anther's eyes, held Anther's hand carefully and reassuringly.

"Anser could have taken it away at will, but he never did. Since Anser respects me so much, how could I, how could I be so unable to restrain myself?"

The girl gently rubbed Anser's shoulder, her voice soft and shy: "I want Anser to remember, even if it's just selfish, but I want Anser to remember my first time. After I do something very valuable to Anser, after I prove myself for the first time, I will give it to you."

“…Anser.”

Those eyes that sparkled with moonlight and starlight spoke the same words as hers.

"I like you. It has nothing to do with... comrades-in-arms or anything like that."

"I want to be your woman, I want to marry you, have children, do, be a good wife and be good...woo!"

Shitana was so embarrassed that she couldn't say the next words. She whimpered and held Anther's hand, unable to say anything.

Ansir Hydra, the evil devil and ruthless maniac, did not say anything at this moment.

He just remained silent, silently resting his chin on the top of Shitana's head, gently stroking the girl's hot cheek.

Shitana also lay quietly in his arms. Ansel didn't know whether the heat in his chest was caused by Shitana's question or... his own temperature.

It was only during this peaceful silence that he suddenly realized something, something that should not have happened.

This seemed to be the second time in the past six years that I was unable to make a decisive enough decision in facing my fate.

Chapter 8: Destiny, Struggle, Choice, and... Trust (K)

There is only one day left before the one-week deadline.

Just like the previous days, Xitana was wearing a specially made tights and sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest, sweating profusely.

This time she learned her lesson and brought a box of spare clothes with her and put a bucket of water in the corner of the yard.

"Anser." The girl stared at Hydra, who was concentrating on reading, through the gaps between the blades. "What are your plans next?"

"After dealing with the red ice python?" Ansher asked without raising his head.

"Uh-huh!"

Shitana spread her long and plump legs, pressed her front body down, grabbed the toes of her feet with both hands, her body was as flexible as a cat, and she stretched easily.

"After all, our opponents are unreasonable..."

Even though she said this, her eyes were still shining and full of confidence: "Anser, you must have made a lot of preparations! I want to hear it!"

"Want to hear it?"

“I really want to hear it!”

Anser glanced at Xitana who was stretching, his eyes passed over her spine and waist, lingering on her raised fullness for a moment, and chuckled, "Then I won't tell you."

"Anther!" Hitana shouted angrily, but because she felt Anther's gaze, she felt a little secretly happy in her heart.

"Mainly, telling you this will make things a lot more troublesome - I'm not saying that you're prone to trouble, Sitana, but He."

Anser waved his hand to remove the blade, closed the book, and looked at Xitana:

"Hitana, do you know how 'fate' works?"

"Uh...ah?" Xitana was confused. "How should I know this?"

“It took me a long time and cost me a lot of money.”

The young Hydra sighed softly: "I have just glimpsed some possibilities."

"These things are very complicated. Even if I explain them now, you may not understand them, so I will only tell you the simplest points."

“First, although I am still under His influence, the memory is not affected by Him.”

"Memory...how does memory affect it?" Shitana tilted her head.

Anser smiled and said, "To put it simply, the memory of that time traveler friend is the only thing in this world that is beyond the sight of fate. He has no way of knowing how much knowledge I have gained from it, and therefore cannot respond in advance. He can only follow my pace and adapt to the situation."

At this point, Anser's expression became more complicated: "Only things outside the world can fight against the world itself."

“If it weren’t for these memories and knowledge.” He closed his eyes, revealing a rare expression of undisguised anger in his words, “I would have only returned to square one after experiencing more pain.”

"Anther..." Shitana looked at Anther with some heartache. Having read Anther's memories, she knew very well the despair and pain contained in these words.

"But at least we have weapons now, don't we?" Anser opened his eyes and said with a calm and gentle smile, "We should be happy."

The young Hydra quickly returned to his former self, as if nothing inside or outside could affect him:

"Second, He will not make any major substantive intervention in the world itself in order to realize that future. For example, when you were young, Xitana, I arranged for you to be assassinated. The way fate resolved the crisis was to make the assassin an opponent you could handle, rather than letting a meteorite fall from the sky and kill the third-level assassin I arranged on the spot."

"That is, He will not fabricate any facts out of thin air to offset things that have already happened and are off track, but will use a 'reasonable' way to guide them back on track."

"Although reality does not follow any logic." Anser let the sharp blade fly up and down on his fingertips, "But He has always been pursuing a certain kind of 'reasonableness', and it has never changed."

“That’s the fundamental reason why we can fight it.”

Hitana, who was lying on the ground, said thoughtfully, "It sounds like it's just screaming in my head. It doesn't seem to be particularly scary. At least it's much safer than letting the emperor suddenly fall from the sky and kill us all."

"You are wrong, Sitana."

Ansher curled the corners of his mouth, and the coldness in his smile was naturally directed at the supreme being that was operating in the dark.

"This just shows how powerful and dangerous fate can be."

"If He is a kind of 'existence' that forces everything to be on track, and once any accident occurs, He will use any means to force it back to the original path, then He is not destiny, but a child who sees things happen that are not going his way, a clown with empty power."

"But fate is not such a concrete thing. He... doesn't care."

"When something unexpected happens, I try to correct it with reasonable means. Even if I fail, I will not waver. I will just quietly allow everything to happen. Otherwise... I would have died long ago."

"You and I must understand our own positions, Xitana. On this long journey against fate, never allow yourself to think that 'fate is just like this'.

“His limitations and his superiority are the root of our resistance to him, but they are not a reason to overestimate ourselves.”

Xitana took Anser's warning to heart and nodded seriously.

"The third and most important point." Anser's tone became very serious, so serious that Hitana didn't even maintain the stretching posture and straightened up.

"You, me, and everything in this world were not created because He needed them."

The girl tilted her head, not quite understanding: "What does this mean?"

"What I mean is that it is not because fate needs a Blue Wolf Emperor who can compete with the Empire in terms of military strength that you, Xitana, were born. Rather, it is because you have the qualifications to become the Blue Wolf Emperor that fate chooses to guide you towards that future."

"It sounds...it sounds like there's no difference."

The girl said this with some dissatisfaction: "I am controlled by Him anyway."

Anser shook his head and said, "Xitana, there is a huge difference between the two. Your will is pure enough, so you won't think too deeply about it, but as your experience grows, and you look back on the matters concerning fate, you may fall into the same fear that I once fell into—"

"Since fate is so omnipotent, then everything about me, my thoughts, my existence, everything, everything... even my current thoughts, are they also under the control of fate?"

Xitana was stunned for a moment, then she shivered involuntarily, and a strong and extremely cold feeling rose from her heart: "This kind of thing... This kind of thing is too much..."

"Just listening to me say this makes you feel totally unacceptable, right?"

Anser stroked the cover of the book, his eyes slightly lowered. "I have been in such self-doubt for a long time. I even doubted whether traveling through time was also arranged by fate. I doubted that I was still walking on the spectrum woven by fate for me from beginning to end. I was almost in despair and almost died several times."

That was a dark period that Anser did not want to look back on. Outside, he was polite, optimistic and cheerful, and faced everyone with a positive and sunny attitude; but as soon as he returned to the room, he shrank into the corner, frantically flipping through everything about the future in his memory, and comparing it with all he had experienced.

He carefully maintained his self on the verge of collapse on the line of death, doubting that everything he did was in vain, but at the same time he had to work hard for his determination to change the future. In such a contradictory spiral, he struggled in despair with an almost self-abuse attitude.

That year, he was only eleven years old.

Sitana walked to Anser silently and sat down at his feet.

Anser touched Xitana's head and said softly: "Xitana, I don't want you to experience that kind of despair, the kind of despair that I can't describe in words. So, compared to how to fight against fate... In my eyes, maintaining this belief is the most important thing."

“You, me, this world, and other things in this world are not created for a purpose. Never doubt your self at any time.”

"If...if you come to a fork in the road where you can't make a choice—"

"Then choose to believe in yourself, right!"

Shitana raised her head, her dark red eyes were bright and clear, without any confusion.

A resolute and brilliant smile appeared on that pretty face. She stretched out her hand to Anser and said without hesitation:

"Just like you chose to believe me at that time, Anser!"

"..."

Ansher was stunned. He looked at the absolute trust on the girl's face that was not comforting, and his gaze shifted for a moment that Hitana could not detect.

"That's right." The young Hydra smiled and held Xitana's hand, "Just like I chose to believe you at that time."

"Aha!"

When their hands were held together, Xitana suddenly burst into laughter: "I bumped into you, Anser!"

She jumped up on the spot, jumped directly onto Anser's thighs, hugged his neck happily, and rocked back and forth: "I win, I win!"

Our Master Anser was very rare to be stunned twice in a short period of time. He looked at the face that was so close to him and turned red due to excitement and other emotions. After he came to his senses, he said with a smile: "Does this count?"

“How can this not count!”

Xitana raised her head proudly: "I didn't say stop, I just asked you a question during the break. Isn't our sparring not over yet?"