Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 135: Obedient Puppy

After several trials, Lynn finally had a rough grasp of the black threads’ capabilities.

He decided to name the extraordinary weapon “Endless Threads.”

The threads had an infinite extension effect, were incredibly durable, and could slice through many metals. Overall, they were a highly versatile weapon.

Yet, they weren’t as overwhelmingly powerful as he had expected—certainly not enough to live up to the reputation of a Level 1 Sealed Artifact.

Could it be… there was more to this artifact than met the eye?

Gazing at the card, now returned to its original state, a realization struck Lynn.

When he had infused his extraordinary energy earlier, the card hadn’t immediately transformed into the black threads. Instead, there had been a noticeable pause.

During that pause, the card hadn’t overflowed with energy as if reaching its limit. Instead, it seemed like a bottomless pit, capable of holding even more.

With that thought, Lynn activated his extraordinary energy once more, intent on probing deeper into the card’s mysteries.

But before he could proceed, something unexpected happened.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced his tongue, followed by a surge of heat igniting deep within him.

In an instant, his mouth felt dry, his blood raced, and his heart pounded like a war drum.

Moments ago, his body had been calm and relaxed, but now it was as if a ferocious beast had awakened, ready to tear through anything in its path.

What the hell…?

Overwhelmed by the burning sensation, Lynn forced himself to stay rational. He grabbed a nearby mirror and opened his mouth to check.

In the dim moonlight filtering into the train compartment, he could just make out the mark Yveste had left on his tongue—it was now glowing faintly pink.

Damn it.

I knew it. That woman’s at it again!

Feeling both dizzy and irritated, Lynn gripped the edges of the table for support. Desperately, he poured a glass of water over his head in an attempt to cool himself down.

It was futile.

To his dismay, a captivating figure began to appear before his mind’s eye—a woman with an alluring silhouette and fiery crimson eyes, her voice murmuring softly:

“Good boy…”

The image was so vivid that it felt real. Lynn waved his hand to dispel it, and the vision faded.

But the damage was done. His mind was consumed by a single name, echoing over and over again:

Yveste…

Yveste…

Yveste…

Finally, the last threads of his self-control snapped.

The next moment, Lynn shoved open the door of his room and staggered down the narrow train corridor.

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”

The rapid knocking on the door of the luxury carriage echoed through the night.

Inside, Yveste lay casually on her bed, a book resting on her lap. A knowing smirk briefly graced her lips as she heard the sound.

Casually, she tugged the edges of her bathrobe closer together, covering the tempting curve of her chest. She ran her fingers through her jet-black hair, now restored to its silky, smooth state thanks to her powers, aiming for a poised and regal appearance.

“Come in,” Yveste called, her voice calm yet tinged with the commanding authority of a Princess.

The door swung open, revealing a disheveled, black-haired youth.

“Your Highness, what did you do to me?!” Lynn growled, teeth clenched, his tone accusatory and direct.

He looked uncharacteristically feral, his face contorted in frustration and pain, as if barely restraining an overwhelming impulse.

For a fleeting moment, amusement flashed across Yveste’s face.

“What do you mean by that?” she replied coolly. “Are you questioning this Princess? Is that the proper tone and attitude for a subordinate?”

With deliberate nonchalance, Yveste closed her book and tossed it onto the desk beside her. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly unaware—or entirely aware—of how the loose robe accentuated her curves.

She noticed how Lynn’s gaze kept drifting back to her, and her breathing quickened ever so slightly.

Was my tone too harsh? she wondered briefly. I hope I didn’t scare him off.

But as she recalled the advice from the book and thought of outshining that woman, her expression turned colder.

Lynn took a deep breath, clearly trying to suppress his instincts. “Your Highness, there’s no need to play dumb. I’m talking about the mark you left on my tongue.”

“Oh, that,” Yveste said, adjusting her long, slender legs beneath her robe. She crossed and uncrossed them with a casual elegance, her posture shifting slightly.

“That mark was meant to help you enhance your strength.”

“Enhance my strength?” Lynn repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief.

Yveste’s lips curved faintly. “The mark suppresses all those distracting desires you have for your Master. With such distractions temporarily removed, your focus sharpens, and your strength naturally grows.”

She tilted her head, her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tell me, isn’t that exactly what a benevolent Princess should do for her loyal subordinate?”

You’re full of it!

At that moment, Lynn wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and make her pay for this madness.

But reason, fragile as it was, still held him back.

I’m human, not a dog.

I’m human, not a dog.

I’m human, not a dog.

He chanted the words in his mind like a mantra, even going so far as to activate Lie Eater unconsciously.

Seeing his conflicted state, a flicker of realization crossed Yveste’s face, and her crimson eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, right,” she said suddenly, as if something important had just occurred to her.

“That mark is only temporarily suppressing your usual desires,” Yveste said, her tone sweetening as she twirled a lock of her black hair. “Once they accumulate past a certain threshold, including everything you’ve suppressed so far, they’ll erupt all at once.”

“But if you behave—no wicked thoughts about your Master, and focus on strengthening yourself—then this sigil is effectively harmless.”

Her voice carried a syrupy lilt, and her crimson eyes sparkled mischievously as she spoke.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave now,” Lynn growled through clenched teeth, forcing himself to look away.

Yet before he could move, Yveste raised her arm ever so slightly, causing the robe draped over her shoulder to slip, falling like silk to reveal the smooth, bare skin beneath.

Boom!

That small, unintended movement ignited a powder keg within Lynn.

In the next instant, his crimson eyes flared as he lunged forward.

“What are you doing?!”

Pinned beneath him on the bed, Yveste’s tone was sharp, her expression cold and regal.

“You!” Lynn growled, lowering his head as though to bury himself in the curve before him.

But before he could act, a sudden and overwhelming force crushed down on him like a mountain. It left him no chance to resist, forcing him onto one knee.

“Hmph.” Yveste let out a small snort, sitting elegantly on the edge of the bed. Her legs crossed, the robe disheveled but ignored, only accentuating her commanding aura.

“It seems my puppy has hit that age where even he goes into heat,” she said lightly, her voice tinged with disdain. “How utterly unadorable.”

Yet, despite being unable to move, Lynn’s fiery gaze locked onto her with unwavering intensity.

“Yveste… give me…” he murmured hoarsely, his voice laced with desire.

He’s craving me.

A surge of heat swelled in Yveste’s chest, and for a moment, she nearly gave in to the temptation to push him down herself.

But for the sake of her long-term plans—and her pride—she steeled herself.

“Give you what?” she asked, her voice calm yet teasing.

“I want… you,” Lynn growled, his words muffled and strained as though fighting against his own restraint.

“You want me?” A faint blush crept across Yveste’s cheeks, but her crimson eyes remained sharp and unyielding.

“Helping one’s dog with its urges is part of a Master’s responsibilities,” she said coolly. “But it wouldn’t be proper to proceed without clarifying something first.”

“Answer me, Lynn. Do you want me, or your precious Witch of the End?”

“…”

A flicker of clarity returned to Lynn’s gaze. He gritted his teeth, refusing to answer.

But his fragile reason was no match for his body’s burning instincts.

Finally, as though resigning himself to the inevitable, he muttered hoarsely, “I want… you.”

“Say it clearly. Who do you want?”

“Yveste… I want you!” Lynn roared, his voice rough and guttural, abandoning all decorum as he called her by name.

Instead of feeling offended, Yveste’s lips curled into a victorious smile.

You must be watching, aren’t you? she thought to herself, though it was unclear whom she was addressing.

“I’ve read about this,” she said suddenly, her tone shifting to something playful yet distant.

She kicked off her soft cotton slippers, revealing her delicate, alabaster feet, before stretching her bare foot toward him.

“The easier something is to obtain, the less men like you will cherish it.”

“Besides,” she continued, “even if you’re saying my name now, when the moment comes, I’m sure the woman flashing through your mind will still be her.”

“That’s why, Lynn, you can’t have this Princess’s body so easily.”

Her smile grew, a teasing glint flickering in her crimson eyes. “But… I’ll give you a consolation prize.”

With that, she extended her bare foot toward him, the subtle glow of desire mingling with her fiery gaze.

“Use this.”