A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines - Chapter 107 Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! - II.

Chapter 107  Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! – II.

“I think that keeping thinking is not such a difficult thing.”

He happily raised the corners of his mouth and beckoned to Seraphina: “Come here, Seraphina.”

Because her feelings for Ansel are now completely different from before, although Seraphina is no longer afraid of taming, when Ansel shows such signs, her heart will still beat faster, extremely nervous, and even more at a loss than before.

It’s a feeling that Seraphina can’t describe, mixed with tension, shrinking, and a bit of joy and expectation that makes her shy and angry… Various feelings intertwine with each other, making the young wolf, who has already started some abnormal fantasies in her mind, weak in her hands and feet.

She kept shifting her gaze, not daring to look at Ansel, but her body walked over uncontrollably.

“As long as you do something that requires constant thinking, and if you stop thinking, you might be done, it can give you a deep impression, right?”

As Ansel said this, he gently rubbed Seraphina’s belly with his fingertips.

“Um… um, what are you, you saying… what are you going to do — ah! What are you doing!”

Seraphina wanted to grab Ansel’s wrist and throw away that mischievous hand, but her chaotic thoughts and the burning desire in her body made her unable to resist.

“Saville went out to do something.” Ansel said meaningfully, “In this mansion, now, I am the only male.”

The last word of this sentence made Seraphina’s legs instantly soft, and the young girl’s face was like a fire, holding up her current dignity: “So, so – what’s the matter?”

— In fact, when she said this, her voice was already a bit trembling. Of course, it has nothing to do with fear, as for what it has to do with…

“That means, I can now do some interesting things without being hindered by the possessiveness rooted in male instincts.”

Ansel’s finger rubbing Seraphina’s belly slowly moved up, sliding over her soft and firm abdomen, and then slid down again as if teasing her. So up and down, grinding and drawing on Seraphina’s abdomen.

Listening to the increasingly heavy panting in his ears, the evil Hydra suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at his wet fingertips.

“Seraphina, you seem to be sweating a lot.”

He leisurely wiped the water droplets on his fingertips with the silk scarf on his chest, and laughed like this.

“You —”

Miss Seraphina looked at Ansel with shame and anger, wanting to scold his shamelessness, but didn’t know for what reason she should scold him.

Scold him for… stopping halfway?

“Go to the bath and wash well.” Ansel said with a smile, “It should be very uncomfortable like this, isn’t it?”

“…J-just, just like this?”

“Um… what are you expecting? Do you want me to wash with you? I don’t mind.”

“No, go to hell!”

As soon as she heard that Ansel seemed not to plan to do anything extra, Miss Seraphina was immediately upset. She stomped her foot angrily, hummed, turned her head and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Then the next second —

The crisp sound of cloth tearing echoed around.

“…”

Seraphina turned her head blankly and looked at her back.

A thin line from the neck of the bodysuit spread to the round and firm bottom.

“Ah, my apologies,” Ansel said with a surprised expression, pinching a sharp blade in his hand that had appeared from nowhere. “It seems I missed one during the cleanup. Seraphina, are you unharmed?”

Snap — The already taut, elastic bodysuit, now torn open with a large gash, completely…

“Mm… It appears you’re fine. Your backside is as lovely as ever, Seraphina,” Young Lord Ansel admired the girl’s tender, snow-white back and perky peach with a purely appreciative gaze, praising her sincerely.

“An-uhhhh!” Before Seraphina could scream, Ansel’s figure appeared beside her, covering her mouth with one hand. His fingers slipped into the collar of her bodysuit, peeling away the fabric that clung to her front body due to sweat, easily removing her last shred of modesty.

“Quiet, Seraphina.” Ansel whispered softly into her ear, half-closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of her damp, smooth skin beneath his palm. “You wouldn’t want anyone to discover your current state, would you?”

“Mmmph!” Seraphina nodded in panic and embarrassment.

“Good girl,” Ansel playfully bit her earlobe and chuckled. “Now, let me take you to bathe.”

“Mm…”

“Mm?!”

*

As a maid of the Hydral family, Lovi’s tenure was not long, having served Ansel for only three years, making her the youngest among the maids he brought with him. However, her loyalty to Ansel was unwavering, and like all the other maids, she adored her master with fervent devotion. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Red Frost Manor was a gift from the Count of Red Frost to Ansel, and the maids had completed their respective tasks on the first day. The diligent maids had ensured that Ansel would be comfortable in this unfamiliar abode, planning every detail meticulously.

Now, Lovi was diligently patrolling the corridor, responsible for this area during this time. She would not tolerate even the slightest speck of dirt.

Tap, tap, tap —

The sound of footsteps grew closer from around the corner, and Lovi knew immediately that it was the sound of her master’s footsteps, accompanied by the gentle tapping of the scepter.

The maid immediately straightened her posture, tucking in her stomach and standing tall. In the moment that Ansel rounded the corner, she had already bowed and greeted him:

“Good day, Master.”

She raised her head, revealing a beautiful and dignified smile. Then, her smile imperceptibly stiffened for a moment.

“…Miss Seraphina,” she bowed again, “Good day.”

The not-so-popular Seraphina stood beside Ansel. Although the maids’ opinions of her had improved over the past few days, they still didn’t think her transformation was particularly remarkable. Nevertheless, their attitude towards her had improved slightly.

“Um… you-you too,” Seraphina replied.

“….”

Lovi noticed something was off about Seraphina, who was wearing a rather form-fitting trench coat indoors, which seemed odd given the warm temperature. However, a proper maid would never overstep her bounds, so she stepped aside to let them pass, bowing once more before standing silently, her gaze lowered.

“Ah!” A pained moan escaped Seraphina, but Lovi’s professional composure remained unshaken, her head still lowered.

“Lovi,” Ansel’s leisurely voice reached her ears. “Seraphina seems to have cramped herself during her workout. Could you take a look?”

Despite her hesitation, Lovi responded promptly, “Yes, I understand.”

She looked up to see Seraphina squatting on the ground, her face flushed as she bit her lip, gripping Ansel’s clothes tightly, clearly in pain.

“…Miss Seraphina,” Lovi calmly crouched down, “Where did you cramp yourself?”

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