A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 108 Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! - III

Chapter 108  Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! - III

"I... I didn't—Mmph!" The girl suddenly shuddered visibly, startling Lovi.

"...I'm fine, no need to help—!"

Lovi watched as Seraphina bit her lip, refusing to make a sound. She sighed inwardly at Seraphina's stubbornness, then gently said, "We all have been trained in massage therapy. We can assist you."

"My... my calf."

It seemed that Seraphina, unable to bear the pain any longer, spoke with a sob in her voice, "Only the calf... Hurry!"

She carefully lifted a small part of her trench coat, revealing a slender, fair leg covered in sweat.

Lovi observed the clearly defined muscle lines on the smooth leg, which showed no signs of cramping. After a moment of silence, she placed her hand on it and began to knead gently.

There was no… cramp?

The maid glanced at Seraphina's expression without changing her own, only to find that the pain on Seraphina's face had indeed eased a lot. For a moment, she doubted her own massage skills.

While Lovi was massaging Seraphina, Ansel watched the ring on Seraphina's hand and chuckled to himself:

["Seraphina, unbutton the top three buttons of your trench coat."]

The girl who needed Ansel's support to stand steady turned her head abruptly, looking at him in disbelief.

["Do I need to do it myself?" ]Ansel threatened, smiling on the surface but not saying a word.

"..."

Seraphina blushed, staring at Ansel with a look that suggested she would love to strip him naked on the spot and die with him. However, she unbuttoned the tightly fastened buttons on her trench coat, one by one.

She wanted to resist Ansel, but she couldn't, neither mentally nor physically.

Because this time, Ansel had tied that collar... around the top of her thigh.

"Miss Seraphina, do you feel better now?"

Lovi, who was diligently massaging, asked this. Seraphina, who had already unbuttoned the second button, revealing her sweaty neck and cleavage a bit, almost stumbled and fell.

Think, Seraphina, think quickly. You can't let her lookup now, think!

The poor Miss Wolf was using all her might to operate her usually idle brain. Luckily, just before Lovi looked up, she blurted out, "The other leg too!"

Maid Lovi dutifully massaged the other leg that Seraphina extended; and Seraphina hurriedly unbuttoned the third button, revealing more than half of her sweaty, glossy, round bosom, proudly asserting its presence.

Seraphina, who had done as told, quickly looked at Ansel, her expression somewhat anxious.

["That's enough, button it back up."]

The wicked Ansel said contentedly, ["See, you can think of a solution quickly, Seraphina."]

"..." The girl remained silent, only glaring at Ansel fiercely.

"Okay... okay, Lovi, I'm fine now."

She coughed lightly, quickly pulled her leg back into her trench coat, and awkwardly gathered the hem.

Only then did Lovi stand up, saying softly, "I'm glad you're okay," and then she respectfully stepped aside.

"Let's go, Seraphina." Ansel finally spoke, his words full of meaning, "The road is long."

When the two of them left, the quiet, head-down Lovi looked up, and then... she saw the puddle on the floor.

She really wanted to convince herself that maybe Seraphina really did have a cramp.

*

This is a small game between Ansel and Seraphina. He had someone fetch a trench coat for Seraphina and limited the mind-reading target of the heart-stealing ring to himself, making it convenient to convey commands. On the way to the bathhouse, Ansel would use various methods to make things difficult for Seraphina, and if our Miss Wolf did not want to become a perverted nymphomaniac in the mouths of the maids, she had to rack her brains to avoid the worst outcome. This game, of course, was agreed upon by Seraphina, because Ansel's initial proposal was to cast a cognitive barrier spell on Seraphina, so that even if she wore nothing, others would think she was clothed. — Naturally, Seraphina agreed to this more modest approach.

["Seraphina,"] Ansel mused with a smile in his heart, ["Are you not finding some pleasure in this?" ]

"You're the one —" Seraphina instinctively raised her voice, then glanced around nervously before whispering, "You're the one who's enjoying this!" "Indeed, I am," Ansel replied candidly, "But you're not as resistant as I imagined." His lips curved slightly as he whispered into Seraphina's ear, "After getting used to being shocked, do these minor jolts feel somewhat soothing?" Seraphina's face flushed crimson, as if she were about to explode on the spot. She punched Ansel in the chest, wishing she could crush this scoundrel pervert's head between her legs. She had once thought him a gentleman, but how foolish she had been! He was clearly the type… to devour someone without leaving a trace! As this thought crossed the young girl's mind, her heart began to race uncontrollably. There were no other men in the room, and Ansel... Ansel… would he pin me down and then— It was well known that those who enjoyed inflicting pain harbored a twisted desire to be on the receiving end. As the number one perpetrator of violence, Miss Seraphina could not escape this rule. Images flashed through her mind: Ansel gripping her nape, pinning her to the floor; pressing her head against the wall; or perhaps... Love was a magical and wonderful thing. Its magic lay in its ability to exist even without physical desire; its wonder in the legitimate, deeply satisfying cravings it could inspire in both body and soul. Miss Seraphina's burgeoning desires were legitimate, but it seemed she could not yet be satisfied… well, or rather, the wicked Hydral was fulfilling her in a peculiar way. "...Master? Miss Seraphina?" As a myriad of images danced through Seraphina's mind, a puzzled inquiry interrupted her fantasies.

Just as Marlina, the woman dressed predominantly in black, after a brief moment of confusion, curtsied with a smile, "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Eula."

Ansel greeted Miss Leclerc, the pianist, with a smile, "How was the morning performance?"

"It concluded successfully." Compared to a young girl like Seraphina, Eula, who had been perfectly cultivated by Ansel, possessed a captivating mature charm. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she said to Ansel:

"It's all thanks to your... 'insightful guidance'."

The woman's rosy tongue quietly peeked out from her lips, lightly licking her pinky finger.

Seraphina, who had just recovered from an overload mode, didn't notice Eula's subtle action. She merely began to worry, fretting over what tricks Ansel might play next.

And within this worry, there seemed to be a mix of... indescribable emotions.

"That's simply your talent," Ansel responded, "And...as you are now, should be qualified to go to the Royal Theatre in the capital. Do you still want to stay by my side?"

Eula didn't utter something like "Being by your side is more important than anything else," but instead, she curved her eyes and smiled, "Master, you will eventually leave the Red Frost territory, and I'm not in a hurry to prove myself with the Royal Theatre."

"Master, you will have a day when you go to the capital. At that time, on your journey... you will always need a skilled pianist to entertain you, won't you?"

"If that's what you think, I have no objections."

The two conversed merrily, while Seraphina on the side, naturally felt left out.

This feeling of being sidelined made her clench her legs impatiently, subtly nudging Ansel.

Yet Ansel, seemingly oblivious, continued his conversation with Eula, acting as if Seraphina didn't exist.

How could she, who had made that pact with Ansel, tolerate his current disregard? The young girl was both anxious and angry, but couldn't express anything.

Damn it, damn it, damn it... Ansel is definitely doing this on purpose! Flirting with Sister Eula, he must think I can't see! This lecher, he must have done something to Sister Eula!

Seraphina, who could only watch Ansel and Eula chat happily, became increasingly frantic, even to the point of having a wildly crazy thought—

[Chat more, chat more! If you chat more, I... I will rip off my clothes! Scare you to death, no one will chat!]

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