A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines-Chapter 114 A Hard Decision to Make - II

"...I'm leaving!"

Seraphina turned around in a huff, her words were tough, but her steps as she left were flustered and clumsy.

"Wait, Seraphina."

Ansel stood up and called her back.

The girl turned her head, her face full of "I'm not happy" written all over it.

Looking at Seraphina, who although had "I'm not happy" written all over her face, but was probably expecting something to happen, Ansel's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. "Forget about training, but tonight, keep me company."

Seraphina was stunned.

"Keep..."

She murmured softly, "Keep you company?Tonight?"

In an instant, the always blushing Miss Seraphina, unsurprisingly, turned her pretty face into an overloaded mode. Her mind had already run wild, and she started to babble, "You, you're such a big person, why do you still need someone to keep you company!"

Faced with such a violent reaction, Ansel easily sank Seraphina with just one sentence:

"So, Seraphina, you don't want to?"

"..."

Five minutes later, Ansel and Seraphina arrived at the rooftop of the manor.

"Just to watch the night view... you should have made it clear."

The young girl hugged her legs, her voice was relieved, but there was a hint of regret.

"I'm curious, Seraphina, how did you interpret the three words 'keep me company'."

Ansel, sitting next to Seraphina, teased her as he held her hand.

"What else could it be... it's, it's that kind of thing."

The young wolf's voice was husky, shy but with a hint of joy:

"Ansel, you, naughty."

She said, rubbing her cheek against Ansel's shoulder.

Facing the always vulnerable Seraphina on such topics, she seemed to have made some progress, barely able to face it directly, and even able to have more intimate physical contact with Ansel without any resistance.

The young boy and girl nestled together, gazing at the increasingly prosperous city under Ansel's management. Even though the severe cold wave had just passed, the city was radiating unimaginable vitality.

Under the beautiful moonlight, Ansel lowered his head, didn't say anything, just kissed Seraphina's cheek.

Ansel knew very well that for the current Seraphina, he didn't need to say any sweet words, just show enough straightforward actions.

The seemingly shy Seraphina would always respond.

As expected by Ansel, after being kissed like this, Seraphina's body trembled slightly, then she silently tugged at Ansel's clothes,

The wicked Hydral chuckled, he held Seraphina's chin and lowered his head again.

The soft flesh between the young girl's teeth obediently entered Ansel's mouth, greedily and affectionately entwining. The physically astonishing her began to breathe heavily after a while, and then involuntarily stretched out her arms to hug Ansel tightly.

Feeling that pure and eager response, Ansel gently hugged Seraphina's waist, his other hand lifted her clothes, and began to touch the girl's increasingly hot skin.

"!"

The young girl, lost in the deep kiss, trembled all over, as if... she had some resistance?

But this resistance couldn't resist the joy and huge desire in her heart, it seemed more like a teasing kind of coyness.

As the actions became more intense, her breathing became heavier, and Seraphina, who had originally hugged Ansel, suddenly changed to supporting herself on Ansel's shoulders, as if trying to push him away, her head was struggling between reluctance and pulling back.

Ansel's movements momentarily stilled as he gazed into Seraphina's mist-filled eyes, gently releasing her. "Ansel... Ansel..." The young girl incessantly exhaled amorous, rose-tinted sighs, tightly gripping Ansel's shoulders while avoiding his gaze. With a shy yet unwilling whisper, she implored, "Can-can we pause for a moment, just for a little while?"

"... Why?" After a brief silence, Ansel inquired, "What's the matter, Seraphina?"

Taking deep breaths to steady herself, Seraphina lowered her head and spoke, "It's…it's not that I don't want to be with you like this, Ansel, it's just..." She fidgeted and moved closer to him, whispering, "Don't laugh at me, Ansel."

Ansel chuckled softly, caressing her head, "What's there to laugh about?"

"I... I'm afraid I..."

In a stammering, hesitant manner, Miss Wolf covered her face with both hands, finally exclaiming in a self-abandoning tone, "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist!!"

"You're always like this with me... I don't dislike it, on the contrary, I... Anyway, because you're always like this, even during training, I- I won't be able to hold back any longer."

This was within Ansel's expectations, so he merely smiled encouragingly, "What's wrong with not being able to resist? Would I reject you?"

"It's not… not about whether you'd reject me, Ansel, it's about me..."

She lifted her head to look at Ansel, her flushed and dewy face appearing incredibly delicate and captivating. Her dark red eyes seemed to reflect the starlight from the heavens above.

"I don't want to casually give you my first time."

Clumsily, Seraphina, who had always strived to be cherished and praised by Ansel, to become the best version of herself in his eyes, held Ansel's hand with both caution and reassurance.

"Ansel could have taken it at any time, but you never did. Since you respect me so much, how could I not restrain myself?"

The young girl gently nuzzled Ansel's shoulder, her voice soft and shy, "I want you to remember my first time, even if it's just for my own sake. I want to give it to you after I've done something valuable for you, after I've proven myself for the first time."

"... Ansel."

Her eyes, shimmering with moonlight and starlight, conveyed the same message as her words.

"I like…love you, and it has nothing to do with being comrades."

"I want to be your woman, marry you, have children, and be a good wife and... uh!"

Too shy to continue, Seraphina whimpered and clung to Ansel's hand, unable to utter another word.

Ansel of Hydral, the wicked devil, the ruthless fanatic, remained silent at this moment.

He simply held his silence, resting his chin on Seraphina's head and gently caressing her burning cheeks.

Seraphina lay quietly in his embrace, and Ansel wondered whether the warmth at his chest was due to Seraphina's inquiry… or his own temperature.

In this tranquil silence, he suddenly understood something, something that should have been impossible — It seemed to be the second time in six years of facing fate when he couldn't make a decisive decision.

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