A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 116 Fate · Fight · Choice, and…Trust - II

Chapter 116  Fate · Fight · Choice, and…Trust - II

Seraphina was stunned, then involuntarily shivered, a strong chill rising from her heart, "This... this is too..."

"Just hearing me say this, you feel completely unacceptable, right?" Ansel stroked the cover of his book, his eyes slightly downcast, "I fell into such self-doubt for a long time, even doubting whether the traveler was also arranged by fate, doubting whether I was still walking on the line woven by fate for me from beginning to end, almost despairing, almost dying several times."

That was a dark period that Ansel did not want to look back on. On the outside, he was polite, optimistic, and faced everyone with a positive and sunny attitude; but once he returned to his room, he would shrink into a corner, frantically flipping through all the future-related memories in his mind, comparing them with everything he had experienced.

He carefully maintained his nearly collapsing self on the edge of death, doubting all the while whether everything he did was in vain, while also having to make efforts for his determination to change the future. In such a contradictory spiral, he struggled in despair… with an almost masochistic attitude.

That year, he was only eleven years old.

Seraphina wordlessly walked over to Ansel and sat down next to him.

Ansel gently caressed Seraphina's head, whispering softly, "Seraphina, I wish not for you to experience such despair, a despair so profound that words fail to capture its depth. Thus, rather than battling against fate... in my eyes, maintaining this belief is of utmost importance."

"You, I, and everything else in this world, we were not created with a specific purpose in mind. Never doubt your own existence at any time."

"Suppose... suppose you reach a crossroads where you cannot make a choice—"

"Then choose to believe in yourself, right?"

Seraphina lifted her head, her dark red eyes shining brightly, devoid of any confusion.

A determined and radiant smile appeared on her charming face. She extended her hand towards Ansel, declaring without hesitation:

"Just as you chose to believe in me, Ansel!"

"..."

Ansel was taken aback. He looked at the girl's face, at the absolute trust that was not merely comforting. His gaze shifted momentarily, a movement unnoticed by Seraphina.

"That's right." The young Hydral laughed, gripping Seraphina's hand, "Just as I chose to believe in you."

"Ahaha!"

As their hands clasped together, Seraphina burst into hearty laughter, "I've touched you, Ansel!"

She bounced on the spot, leaping onto Ansel's lap, joyfully wrapping her arms around his neck, swaying back and forth, "I've won, I've won!"

Our young lord Ansel was unusually stunned twice in a short time. He looked at the face close to his, flushed with excitement and other emotions. After regaining his senses, he said with a hint of amusement, "Does this count?"

"How could it not!"

Seraphina lifted her head proudly, "I didn't say stop, I just asked you a question during the break. Our practice isn't over yet, is it?"

The girl's waist swayed with excitement and joy. She looked down at Ansel and hummed, "You're not going to deny it, are you, Ansel? I used your method, I used my brain!"

"It's indeed a subtle and unconventional method, but..."

Ansel sighed deeply, tightly embracing Seraphina's waist, chuckling, "I'll consider it a pass."

"Hehe, I knew it, Ansel, you... ah!"

The burning touch through her thin clothes made Seraphina shiver, almost falling off Ansel's lap.

"An... Ansel, you..."

"...You didn't do it on purpose?" Ansel looked at her somewhat puzzled, "You're all sweaty, wearing these clothes, sitting on me and wriggling around, I thought you wanted to—"

"I didn't want to!"

Seraphina squealed shyly, trying to jump off Ansel, but was tightly held by the wicked Hydral, unable to move.

In fact, with Seraphina's strength, she could definitely escape if she wanted to, but as Marlina said—Miss Seraphina is the type of person who says no with her mouth, but her body leans in.

Ansel quite liked that.

Ansel has always respected the woman's wishes in this regard, and he can easily discern the woman's true thoughts in such situations. As for the current Seraphina, well...

"Are you sure you didn't want to?" Hydral chuckled, his hands resting on Seraphina's healthy and full thighs.

"...Wait! Ansel, that, I, you—"

Seraphina remembered Marlina's words, although, although it seems, somewhat, that, want... but this is not a good time!

She was supposed to wait until she made a name for herself!

"An... Ansel..."

She whispered tremblingly in Ansel's ear, "That... that's not okay, can I use...use...my —"

The girl let out a cat-like moan from her throat, telling Ansel about the fresh knowledge she had learned from the books Marlina gave her.

Ansel raised an eyebrow, "You know this? When did you learn it?"

"Yester... yesterday." Seraphina said in a small, coy voice, "Is this okay? I... I don't not want to do that with you, it's just that..."

"Of course I don't mind, or rather... this is quite good."

The young lord, intrigued by the novelty, kissed Seraphina's snowy neck, leaned back against the chair back, and teased, "Then you have to work hard, Seraphina."

"Uh..."

The inexperienced girl let out a pitiful whimper, but she didn't stop. She covered her face, slowly bringing her plump legs together, tightly...

*

Regarding the frequent amorous incidents of late, Ansel had grown accustomed. The demonic blood and nature of Hydral, its influence on reason and the physical body, is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. As Marlina had said, Ansel's actions, most of the time, were primarily for the purpose of venting.

However, when it came to Seraphina, Ansel recalled the girl's shy demeanor and clumsy movements, and he chuckled subconsciously.

"Indeed, such matters... are better done with some emotion," he muttered to himself, having changed his clothes and walking alone. "Even if Seraphina's skills are not great, the feeling is still quite pleasant."

Eating too much of a delicious food can lead to weariness, and a beloved toy will eventually be put down... Most people think this is boredom, but it is not. This is simply the satisfaction of the desire for food and fun.

Because the desire is satisfied, there is no longer any need.

But Hydral is different. Under this seemingly human shell, there resides a terrifying soul that stands at the top of all demons and walks in the deepest abyss. The chaos, brutality, and wildness of Hydral... the suppressed endless madness, when manifested externally, is most evident in... its desire, which almost never has a moment of satiety, and so Ansel never tires of this matter.

Seraphina's naive innocence brought him unexpected joy, stirring up the dark desire in his heart. At the time, Ansel indeed had a strong impulse to force Seraphina to the ground, but he restrained himself.

It was not just necessary respect, but more importantly... not only did Seraphina value her first time, but so did Ansel. However, compared to the sweet and shy desire that Seraphina had under Marlina's reminder, Ansel's purpose seemed extremely cold and ruthless. But he didn't care, nor would he feel guilty, because by that time, regardless of the underlying purpose, he would still do his best to please Seraphina. For the wolf girl who didn't know what Ansel was thinking, she could also have a perfect night to remember for a lifetime, what's wrong with that?

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Dressed as a traveler, wearing a hood, looking dusty, Ansel was neither in the Red Frost city nor in the Red Frost territory. Even... not in the North.

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