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nAfter experiencing the intense stimulation akin to a trench coat adventure, Ansel could affirm one thing: as long as he desired, Seraphina would verbally resist, but ultimately, she would do as he wished without question. This was, after all, one of the endearing aspects of Seraphina. What Ansel needed to accomplish with Seraphina was quite straightforward. From the recent events and the various “radical behaviors” that would occur in the future, it was evident that he was inducing the simplest form of joy in her, causing her to fall into an irresistible indulgence. Although it sounded absurd, Ansel had seen a small joke in the memory of a traveler that made him smile. To put it simply, how could a human possibly become a slave to the mechanism of reproduction? The reality was indeed so. Although as a reward mechanism, humans could derive immense pleasure from it, it was far from enough to subjugate them. Only a force of significant magnitude could accomplish such an absurdity. However, the premise of this statement was “merely”. The relationship between Ansel and Seraphina was not “merely” simple. The young and wicked Hydral could feel the girl’s intense emotions with unparalleled clarity, every second, every moment… Whenever Seraphina looked at him, those emotions would be conveyed through her gaze. What was amusing was that this was not our Miss Wolf’s bold confession of love. She was simply unaware of the intensity of her own feelings. Just as she always verbally resisted, saying “bastard”, “don’t do this”, “stop touching me”, but she would always take the initiative to approach, and even subtly express dissatisfaction when Ansel truly stopped. Desire and lust are two concepts that seem similar but are fundamentally different. At this stage, Seraphina’s wildness and beastliness were still dormant deep within her soul. Only when she reached the throne and awakened the spiritual essence representing her soul’s nature, would that power gradually change her thinking. The power symbolizing the highest level of Beast element would guide Seraphina onto the path of the strongest and highest ruler. What Ansel needed to do was, before Seraphina’s awakening, either rationally put her in shackles or as much as possible… twist her thinking to make her submission to him the absolute priority. This could only be done before Seraphina awakened her spiritual essence, just as she herself said — a true beast has no possibility of being tamed. Only before Seraphina came into contact with that madness that transcends everything, by changing it, would Ansel have the possibility of completely taming Seraphina. For a girl deeply in love, the easiest way to change her thinking is to let her heart of love and restless body both indulge in Ansel. It’s despicable, but it works. Moreover, this does not mean that Ansel would not pour out his feelings for her. On the contrary, as the pact head, Seraphina will be the most important existence in Ansel’s life. However, Ansel of Hydral, being a villain, never thought of using this as an excuse for himself. As long as he could tame Seraphina, he did not care whether his methods were despicable, just as he did not care about the many lives taken by the severe cold wave in order to give Seraphina a new life in despair. Making Seraphina fall was not a difficult task. According to the current progress, Ansel only needed to maintain the frequency of physical temptation once every two days, but not let Seraphina be satisfied. At this age, Miss Wolf, with her desires bursting, would be completely unable to endure within two weeks, begging Ansel to give her relief. Ansel did not take pride in this, because doing such a thing… he always felt a bit uncomfortable from time to time. Through his self-analysis, he quickly realized that this discomfort was due to his feelings for Seraphina. But the reality was, in Ansel’s continued self-analysis process, he did not think his feelings for Seraphina were that deep. He attributed this to the disturbance of fate, which was harmless. Fate was not completely unable to influence him, but in these six years of game, it gradually gave up interfering with Ansel, which was meaningless — especially after Ansel learned that terrifying method of self-analysis in this long confrontation, it rarely tried to influence Ansel’s thoughts. Ansel only needed a moment to determine whether this was his own thinking or a push from fate. However, fate’s occasional jumping out was indeed more troublesome.

n“Bang!” As Ansel was engrossed in his study, contemplating the day’s taming plan, the door to his study was abruptly thrust open. In the entire manor, the only one audacious enough to do so was Seraphina.

n“Ansel! I’m back, are you free?” After spending nearly the entire day running around with Marlina, Seraphina, who had returned only after nightfall, was still brimming with energy. “If you’re free, let’s continue training! I’m sure I can pass today.” ƒreewebɳovel.com

nAnsel tilted his head and observed Seraphina for a moment before breaking into a soft chuckle. “It’s already so late, let’s call it a day for the training.”

n“Ah…” The enthusiastic wolf girl seemed somewhat crestfallen, her head drooping slightly. If she had ears and a tail, they would probably be drooping by now.

n“Does Seraphina really want to train?”

n“Of course.” The young girl lifted her head and spoke earnestly, “I want to become incredibly strong! Now that I have nothing to worry about, isn’t it good to focus on becoming more powerful?”

nHer words subtly revealed a fervent pursuit of power. Having reduced her contact and thoughts about the mundane affairs of society, Seraphina seemed to have become purer, more aligned with her original path.

nAfter all, as she said, she didn’t need to worry about anything now. All she needed to think about was how to become stronger.

nIn Seraphina’s eyes, the best way to help Ansel was to keep getting stronger.

nThat desire was so natural in her heart, and in front of Ansel, she didn’t hide this desire at all.

nShe wanted to become stronger, she wanted… power!

nEvery battle was as fierce as fire, and the girl who saw the battle itself as her sustenance had a burning gaze, as if hoping that Ansel would change his mind and let the training continue.

nAnsel, resting his cheek on his hand, asked, “What exactly are you looking forward to in wanting to train so much?”

n“Of course I’m looking forward to… Ansel!”

nSeraphina’s words were cut off halfway, as she suddenly thought of many images unsuitable, ahem, for children, and she stomped her foot in embarrassment. “I’m not looking forward to those things.”

n“But I didn’t say what you were looking forward to.” Ansel looked innocent.

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