A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 420: Wolf and Daughter - Two

This is a provocation.

Although Miss Helen had no intention of provocation, in Seraphina's eyes, it was pure challenge.

You damn shorty with somehow a plump butt, huh, huh… you taking such underhanded tactics!

To.. to address Ansel in such a shameless way!

She glared at the demurely seated Helen, enunciating each word with force: "Stand up, now!"

Miss Helen, however, ignored her, instead turning to look at her "father."

Ansel smiled and gently patted her slender waist, his "daughter," who was actually five years his senior, quietly slid off his lap.

"Seri," Ansel leaned forward, propping his cheek in his hand, "it seems you have a strong dislike for Helen. Might you share the reason?"

Seraphina remained silent, striding over to Ansel in two steps, first casting a haughty glance at Helen beside him, marking the difference in their stature with her gaze, then with a huff, she seated herself on Ansel's lap, encircling his neck with her arms, proudly wriggling her pert and tender buns.

But Helen showed no sign of displeasure, merely gazing quietly at Ansel's profile, her lusterless purple eyes admitting no other presence.

This disregard only served to suffocate Seraphina, failing to vent her earlier indignation.

Miss wolf remained silent for a moment, then suddenly brought her face close to Ansel's, her rosy tongue touching his lips before boldly and deftly slipping inside, reveling in the intoxicating warmth of their entwined breaths, while casting sidelong glances at Helen standing aside.

Little wildcat, just watch from the sidelines—

"What - ahhhhh!"

Seraphina abruptly pushed Ansel away, crying out loud, all because, in the moment she glanced at Helen...

She saw Helen nearly pressing her face into the space between their lips.

"What... what are you doing!"

Flushed and feverish, Seraphina confronted the too-close Helen, shouting, "Why are you so close!"

"Miss Seraphina," Helen's eerie, lusterless purple eyes slowly moved, her gaze falling on Seraphina's face, "You were about to pledge your fealty to father, why stop now?"

"I... you... with you staring like a ghost, how can I continue!"

"But if I'm not mistaken."

Helen spoke slowly: "You wanted me to watch, didn't you?"

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That visage, at once innocent and yet suffused with a distinct maturity, took on an earnest expression:

"Please, do proceed. Allow me the honor of observing closely, to study..."

"How exactly one might please father."

Miss Seraphina, who had never witnessed such a spectacle, was utterly bewildered.

This... this is not right!

Shouldn't you realize the reality that, despite seeing Ansel and me in a loving embrace, you're cast aside? What does this damn study mean?

"You... you..."

Seraphina's mouth hung open, unable to utter a word for a long time as she stared at that delicate face. Then, with a fierce tone, she declared, "I won't! I refuse! You wish!"

She stood up, determined not to let Helen have her way so easily.

However, amidst exclamations of surprise, Miss wolf found herself seated on Ansel's lap once again.

Young Hydral, with a light chuckle, held Seraphina's wrist and said, "Stay when you wish, leave when you wish..."

He nibbled gently on her tender earlobe, his warm breath rendering Seraphina's body supple and weak.

"Seri, when have I ever been so agreeable?"

"An... Ansel."

The tall and imposing she-wolf, who had been so formidable in Helen's presence, now emitted a soft, plaintive whimper like a subdued puppy: "I... I was wrong, please... not now, not now… let's wait for... for the evening... Ah!"

Ansel's hands kneaded and caressed Seraphina's soft skin, which was firm and resilient beneath. His fingertips gently prodded, the subtle pressure seeming to penetrate the layers of muscle, massaging an internal organ.

"If you're unwilling," Ansel said with a light laugh, enjoying the delicate fragrance of the girl in his arms, "I could go find Marlina instead. Hmm... perhaps she would be a more suitable teacher, capable of instructing Helen in many things."

!!!

Why…why is it that I am the one being excluded?

I cannot be the one looking on with longing!

A passionate crimson blush spread from Seraphina's neck to her face as she breathed lightly, responding in a barely audible whisper, "I... I'll teach, I'll do the teaching."

"Good girl." The malevolent serpent kissed her nape with satisfaction, "Let's begin with..."

His fingertips traced Seraphina's lips, "Starting here."

The young girl, initially startled, then trembled slightly as she nearly collapsed in Ansel's embrace. After a few seconds, she covered her face with her hands, not allowing Helen to see her current expression, and reluctantly moved away from Ansel's lap, before kneeling down in front of him...

"..." Young Hydral raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Actually, I meant starting with a kiss."

Seraphina, who was already bracing Ansel's knees and parting his legs, trembled all over. She lifted her head, her expression shifting from disbelief to indignant shame.

Just as she was about to stand up, Ansel held her head down, and Hydral, leaning slightly forward, cradled his cheek, tilted his head with a smile, and said, "However, starting from here is not bad either."

Thus, in Helen's lusterless eyes, a reflection of a male's organ she had never seen before emerged.

"..."

The rejuvenated petite scholar stared intently, after carefully examining for a while, she lowered her head again, measuring that distance from the abdomen to the inner thigh, then her brows furrowed slightly.

In the midst of low panting, Miss Helen leaned in closer, and then even closer.

At this moment, Seraphina was covering her own face, not allowing Helen to see her expression, but Helen was not looking at her face either, instead, she was intently observing her bulging, moving throat. After a few seconds, she looked up at Ansel:

"Father, may I touch it?"

Seraphina, with her face covered, widened her eyes, while Ansel chuckled and nodded, "Of course."

And so, Helen's hand was already on Seraphina's throat.

"...So warm," she murmured softly.

With an extremely serious and earnest research attitude, she began to slowly caress Seraphina's neck, while with the other hand, she measured the length of her own snowy neck.

"It's a bit... forced," Miss Helen said.

"There's no need to swallow it all... Seri, after all, you're supposed to be teaching Helen."

Ansel gently stroked the cheeks that seemed red enough to bleed, teasingly gazing into those eyes that burned with a provocative flame: "Don't just focus on the task at hand."

"Gr... Ha..."

Seraphina glared at Ansel with what she thought was a very fierce look, then slowly exhaled, and after breathing for a few seconds, she focused on the object in front of her, feeling her entire body become burning hot.

"Well, ugh, I... you..."

Miss Wolf closed her eyes, steeled her heart, and once again leaned her head forward slightly, abandoning her final resistance and modesty with a mix of embarrassment and agitation.

Even… even if I couldn't handle this little dwarf, I gotta make her understand… who came first, and who is in charge!

She mumbled unclearly with her favorite "toy" in her mouth, "Ansel... he... likes... um…this place... you need to... hah..."

Helen leaned in earnestly, her nose almost able to feel that absurd scorching heat.

Due to Seraphina's little schemes and reckless actions, Miss Helen received an exceptionally vivid lesson today… at an extremely close range.