A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Moreover, Seraphina, who followed her instincts, was more easily influenced by her body. The desires and restlessness in her body would drive her to get closer to Ansel, but...Ravenna was different, or rather, completely opposite to Seraphina.

The first thing an idealist has to overcome is the limitations and desires of being a "human". Those who can sacrifice everything for that metaphysical spirit and belief will not be swayed by the body\'s reactions.

Three years ago, Ansel, who had almost reached a spiritual fusion with Ravenna, couldn\'t make her his own, so he naturally didn\'t expect to be able to make Ravenna submit by this means now.

But Ansel didn\'t mind making a compromise on this basis.

The disagreement between him and Ravenna was only at a key node.

Before that node arrived, they could be considered the closest companions.

But when that node arrived, they would immediately become mortal enemies.

Ansel didn\'t mind backing down a step, although destined to betray, but if he could ensure that Ravenna remained loyal before that node arrived, then this would also be considered taming success.

After all...that\'s how Seraphina was.

The never-satisfied Beast King would one day cast her wild thoughts on Ansel, but Ansel was sure that Seraphina would remain unquestionably loyal before that, and he would also strive to find a way to change this.

Although the conflict between him and Ravenna was absolutely irreconcilable, but if Ravenna could reach the point of Seraphina, Ansel would not choose to give up on her.

But obviously, the possibility of this happening is also minuscule. Ravenna would never put her ideals under Ansel at any time, she seemed loyal to Ansel, but she was just loyal to her own ideals.

"As expected of you..."

Ravenna, panting heavily, convulsed slightly, then continued in a broken voice, interspersed with faint sobs, "You still harbor... that intention, don\'t you?"

"This doesn\'t conflict with my plan to ruin you."

Unbeknownst to her, Ravenna had been drawing closer to Ansel, her body bent at a right angle, her thigh pressed against his chest. The young Hydral chuckled, gently kissed Ravenna\'s petite, round knee, lifted his hand to hold her delicate foot, smaller than his palm, and gently kneaded it.

"This is also your choice, Venna. We could have been the best of friends."

"Best friends... including this kind of thing?"

"Look, I haven\'t done anything to you."

Ansel\'s eyebrows lifted slightly, "I merely asked you to bring the puppet. As for things like empathy, ruining you... I\'ve never made such demands of you, have I?"

"If you do nothing, at most you\'ll watch me toy with your puppet... Venna, the pleasure you\'ve gained is clearly..."

"Something you\'ve fought for yourself."

The verbal assault once again breached Ravenna\'s defenses, returning to the original question... why did she want to forget today\'s troubles?

"Do you really want to forget those troubles?" The devil seemed to know what she was thinking, issuing a bewitching whisper.

"Of course I do..."

"No, you want to vent the resentment in your heart, the rage, the... unease."

Ansel leaned slightly forward, reaching out to hold Ravenna\'s incredibly slender waist. When his hands met, Ansel could almost touch his middle fingers together.

The young Hydral lifted the woman\'s trembling waist onto the stage, kissing her tender, soft, snowy, and silky abdomen.

Almost instantly, Ravenna\'s waist was lifted again, her full thighs tightly wrapped around Ansel\'s head.

Ansel\'s throat and chest were slightly dampened. If it weren\'t for the black veil, the scene would probably be even more absurd and exaggerated.

"But you usually have other ways to vent these emotions, so why did you choose this one this time?"

That face, clearly cute, but with a mature and cold temperament, was now struggling to maintain its usual cold aura. Ravenna once again covered her eyes with her arm. She now had to use her own rationality to fight against Ansel, discarding all irrelevant senses and emotions, she answered intermittently in as steady a tone as possible:

"Because... you just... asked me... to do so, that\'s all."

"Oh~ Simple pragmatism, very much in your style."

Ansel chuckled, then put Ravenna back on the puppet\'s back, no longer touching her.

"But is that really the case?" He tilted his head slightly, not even continuing to manipulate the puppet, but said with a gentle smile, "Is it really just because I asked you, so you thought instead of resisting, you might as well use this to vent your pent-up emotions?"

Ravenna, given a chance to breathe, inhaled deeply, maintaining a calm tone: "... What else could it be?"

"I personally still believe that you are longing for me, Ravenna."

"...You\'re a bit too narcissistic, Ansel."

The young Hydral laughed heartily: "Of course, I\'m not referring to that kind of longing, but... resonance."

He gently stroked Ravenna\'s cheek, reaching out to lift her arm, and the latter, who was almost collapsing, naturally couldn\'t resist and had to let him do as he pleased.

Ansel looked at those eyes, misty with tears, avoiding his gaze, and said softly with a smile:

"Your parents stirred up some unpleasant memories, you were disappointed, angry, and desperately needed someone... who could think what you think, reason what you reason, resonate with you, right?"

How could the injured be only Leiden and Eleanor?

The daughter who hadn\'t seen her parents for more than ten years found that her parents were the same as before, unchanged — cowardly, compliant, compromising... but still claiming to be right, trampling on her and her grandfather\'s ideals with so-called difficulties.

And called her... a monster.

Although Ravenna left without any hesitation and didn\'t reveal her feelings to anyone, how could she possibly be... indifferent to this?

"So that\'s why you\'re so self-destructive, that\'s why you asked me to ruin you, isn\'t it?"

Ansel gently lifted Ravenna\'s chin: "Because the relationship between us... has become so distorted, it is no longer possible for us to truly resonate with each other."

Ansel saw Ravenna as unfaithful, and Ravenna viewed Ansel as a traitor.

Yet they could understand each other\'s thoughts, Ravenna could easily see through Ansel\'s schemes, and Ansel could effortlessly tear apart Ravenna\'s disguise.

They clearly despised each other, but one still harbored the intention to tame the other, and the other, even after three years, still held expectations for the other.

Everything they had experienced together, after being shattered, did not completely destroy or dissipate, but instead, due to their thoughts, their situations, their personalities... turned into the current, so twisted scene.

"Come, admit that you are longing for me." Ansel smiled, "Then I will continue."

"You are insane —!!!!"

The puppet almost collapsed on the ground due to the heavy blow to the soul, and Ravenna, without Ansel\'s support, almost rolled off the puppet\'s back.

"— Do you think I would say that?"

Ansel laughed happily: "I wouldn\'t play such a boring game, because I can\'t win, and... I still have to keep my promise, dear Venna."

"The rest time is over, the night is still long, and your expected ruin... is also far away."

"Ansel... Hydral, Ansel..."

Ravenna, whose eyes were slightly rolled, trembled, tightened Ansel\'s neck with her legs, and repeatedly murmured in chaos:

"I hate you, I hate you... I hate you..."

"Well, I am just the opposite, Venna."

Hydral did not hide his greed and evil, and gently whispered terrifying words:

"Until now, I am still coveting all of you. If I can\'t get it, I don\'t mind destroying it."

The vicious snake and the cold puppet, they hate each other, and they long for each other.

No one wants to withdraw from this distortion.

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