Taming the Protagonist

Chapter 82: A Difficult Choice

After the intense thrill of the Windcoat Adventure, Anselm was certain of one thing: if he wanted, Hitana would protest “no, no” but end up doing whatever he wished, no question.

It was one of her endearing traits.

Taming Hitana was simple.

From recent and upcoming “extreme” actions, he saw he was inducing raw joy, making her sink into inescapable indulgence.

It sounded absurd, but in the transmigrator’s memories, Anselm saw a joke that made him smile.

Simply put: how could humans be slaves to reproductive mechanisms?

Indeed, while the reward system brought great pleasure, it wasn’t enough to enslave anyone—only something intense could.

But that assumed “just” pleasure.

Between Anselm and Hitana, it wasn’t “just” that.

The young, wicked Hydra clearly felt her burning emotions every moment, conveyed through her gaze.

Amusingly, this wasn’t our wolf miss boldly confessing—she was simply unaware of her feelings’ intensity.

She’d say “jerk,” “don’t do that,” “stop touching,” but always leaned in, even subtly showing discontent when Anselm stopped.

Desire and love were similar yet distinct concepts.

At this stage, Hitana’s wildness and beastly nature slept deep in her soul.

Only when she reached the Throne, awakening the Spiritual Essence of her soul’s essence, would that power reshape her mind, the supreme 【Beast】 element leading her to the ultimate hegemon’s path.

Anselm’s task was, before her awakening, to either chain her with rationality or twist her mind to prioritize submission to him.

This could only be done before she awakened her Spiritual Essence, as she herself said—true beasts couldn’t be tamed.

Only by altering her before she touched that transcendent madness could Anselm fully tame her.

For a lovesick girl, the easiest way to shift her mind was to let her heart and restless body drown in Anselm.

Vile, but effective.

And it didn’t mean Anselm wouldn’t invest emotion.

On the contrary, as a Contract Head, Hitana was his life’s most vital existence.

But as a villain, Anselm Hydra never justified himself.

To tame Hitana, he cared little about his means’ vileness, just as he didn’t care how many lives the Great Cold Wave took to give her a rebirth in despair.

Making Hitana sink wasn’t hard.

At this pace, maintaining temptation every two days without satisfying her, the desire-driven wolf miss would beg for release within two weeks.

Anselm took no pride in this, often feeling fleeting unease.

His self-analysis quickly clarified: this unease stemmed from his feelings for Hitana.

But further introspection showed his feelings weren’t that deep.

He attributed this to fate’s interference, inconsequential.

Fate couldn’t fully sway him.

In six years of struggle, it largely abandoned such futile efforts—especially after Anselm mastered his terrifying self-analysis, rendering fate’s nudges meaningless.

He could instantly discern his true thoughts from fate’s pushes.

Occasional random interference was more troublesome.

“Bang!”

As Anselm pondered today’s taming plan in his study, the door burst open.

Only Hitana would dare do that in the mansion.

“Anselm! I’m back! Are you free?”

After running around with Marina all day until dark, Hitana was still full of energy: “If you’re free, let’s train! I’ll pass today, I know it.”

Anselm tilted his head, eyeing her, then chuckled: “It’s late. Let’s skip training today.”

“Oh…”

The eager wolf drooped, head lowered.

If she had ears and a tail, they’d be sagging.

“Hitana really wants to train?”

“Of course,” I said, lifting my head seriously. “I’m gonna get super strong! No worries now—just focus on getting better, right?”

My words hinted at a fervent pursuit of power.

With less concern for mundane affairs or society, I felt purer, closer to my original path.

As I said, I needed no concerns—just to think of growing stronger.

In my eyes, helping Anselm meant constantly getting stronger.

That desire felt so natural, and I hid none of it from him.

I wanted to be strong, wanted… power!

My fiery gaze, treating battle itself as sustenance, hoped Anselm would change his mind and train today.

Anselm propped his cheek: “So eager to train—what are you expecting?”

“Of course I’m expecting… Anselm!”

Mid-sentence, I pictured things not fit for kids, stomping in embarrassment: “I’m not expecting those things!”

“But I didn’t say what you’re expecting,” Anselm said innocently.

“…Whatever!”

I huffed, turning away, my bold words belied by my flustered, clumsy steps.

“Wait, Hitana.”

Anselm stood, calling me.

I turned back, my face screaming “I’m not happy.”

Despite my “not happy” face, I likely hoped for something.

Anselm’s lips curved slightly: “No training, but tonight, keep me company.”

I froze.

“Keep…”

I mumbled: “Keep you company?”

As expected, my pretty face overheated, my mind racing wildly as I blurted: “You, you’re a grown man, why need company!”

To my intense reaction, Anselm sank me with one line:

“So, Hitana, you’re unwilling?”

“…”

Five minutes later, Anselm and I reached the manor’s roof.

“Keep you company for the night view, just say so…”

I hugged my legs, muttering with relief but a hint of regret.

“I’m curious what ‘keep me company’ meant to you, Hitana.”

Anselm, close beside me, held my hand, teasing.

“What else… that stuff.”

My voice was husky, shy yet faintly joyful:“Anselm, you bad thing.”

I said, rubbing my cheek on his shoulder.

Once helpless against such topics, I’d grown a bit, barely facing them while getting closer to Anselm, no resistance at all.

The young man and girl leaned close, gazing at the city growing ever more prosperous under Anselm’s rule.

Even after the Great Cold Wave, Chishuang City brimmed with unimaginable vitality.

Beneath the beautiful moonlight, Anselm lowered his head, saying nothing, only kissing Hitana’s cheek.

Anselm knew well that with Hitana now, no flowery words were needed—just straightforward actions.

Despite her seeming shyness, Hitana always responded.

As expected, after the kiss, her body trembled lightly.

She silently tugged at Anselm’s hem.

The triumphant, wicked Hydra chuckled, pinching her chin, lowering his head again.

The tender flesh between her teeth yielded obediently to Anselm’s lips, entwining greedily.

Her strong frame soon heaved with heavy breaths, her arms instinctively wrapping tightly around him.

Feeling her pure fervor, Anselm gently held her waist, his other hand lifting her hem, pressing against her increasingly heated skin.

“!”

Lost in the deep kiss, the girl shuddered, as if… resisting?

Yet this resistance couldn’t withstand her burning joy and vast desire, seeming more like teasing reluctance.

As their movements grew fervent, her breaths heavier, Hitana’s arms, once embracing Anselm, shifted to push against his shoulders, her head struggling between lingering attachment and pulling back.

Anselm paused, opening his eyes to see Hitana’s misty gaze, then gently released her.

“Anselm… Anselm…”

I panted, pink and provocative, clutching Anselm’s shoulders, avoiding his gaze, shyly yet reluctantly whispering: “Can we stop, just for a bit?”

“…Why?”

After a brief silence, Anselm asked: “What’s wrong, Hitana?”

I kept taking deep breaths until my breathing steadied, then, head lowered, said: “It’s not… I don’t want to do this with you, Anselm, it’s just…”

I squirmed, pressing closer to him, whispering:

“Don’t laugh at me, Anselm.”

Anselm chuckled, patting my head: “What’s to laugh at?”

“I… I’m afraid I…”

I stammered, finally covering my face, blurting desperately:

“I’m afraid I can’t hold back!”

“You keep doing this to me… I don’t dislike it, I mean, I really… no, anyway, because you do this so often, during training too, if this goes on, I won’t be able to hold back.”

This was within Anselm’s expectations, so he smiled encouragingly: “So what if you can’t? Would I reject you?”

“It’s not about you rejecting me, it’s me…”

I looked up at Anselm, my flushed, dewy face soft and captivating, my dark red eyes catching starlight from the sky.

“I don’t want to just… casually give my first time to you.”

Clumsy, always striving to be valued by Anselm, to be praised, to be the best in his eyes, I carefully yet confidently grasped his hand.

“You could’ve taken it easily, but you never did. Since you respect me so much, how could I… how could I not control myself?”

I gently rubbed against Anselm’s shoulder, my voice soft and shy: “I want you to remember my first time. It’s selfish, but I want it to be after I’ve done something valuable for you, after I prove myself, then I’ll give it to you.”

“…Anselm.”

My eyes, shimmering with moonlight and stars, echoed my words.

“I like you, not… not just as a comrade.”

“I want to be your woman, marry you, have kids, be a good wife and a good… ugh!”

Too shy to finish, I wailed, clutching Anselm’s arm, unable to speak.

Anselm Hydra, wicked devil, ruthless fiend, said nothing.

He just rested his chin on my head, silently stroking my burning cheek.

I lay quietly in his arms, unaware if the heat in his chest came from my words… or his own warmth.

In this tranquil silence, Anselm suddenly realized something impossible—

For the second time in six years facing fate, he couldn’t make a resolute decision.