Chapter 122 Crazy! This woman is crazy! - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

As a cold sensation spread across his neck, Lynn looked down to see a pair of delicate, pale hands had somehow slipped a shackle around his neck. What? For a moment, Lynn's mind went blank. Then, another crisp clicking sound echoed. To his astonishment, he realized this woman had clasped the other end of the shackle onto her own wrist. Before he could gather his wits as he sat on the edge of the bed, he saw Evester flash a brilliant smile, as if finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Now, you can never run away again." She gently shook the cold, heavy chain, her pale face tinged with a faint blush. It was unclear if it was due to excitement or something else. "Your Highness, what is this..." Lynn began to protest, but was interrupted again. "Call me Master." Evester seemed displeased. With a firm tug on the chain, Lynn felt his body lurch forward, landing in a soft, warm embrace, his face perfectly nestled in the deep valley of the woman's bosom. His senses were instantly filled with the enticing fragrance of roses, making his heartbeat slightly quicken against his will. Lynn attempted to tilt his head back to free himself from her embrace. But to his horror, he found that the woman's strength seemed even more absurd than his own, enhanced as he was by the Heart of the Scorching Flame Dragon, as if she intended to merge him into her body. He could feel his nose being pressed painfully. Despite the rather provocative position, under the heavy embrace of the princess, he found himself surprisingly devoid of impure thoughts. Well, maybe a little. Lynn instinctively tried to push Evester away, but as soon as his hands touched her slender waist, she let out a soft moan. Yet her grip on him only tightened. What on earth had he done with this woman before he lost his memory? Could it be that he had slept with her and refused to take responsibility? Lynn felt utterly bewildered. He instinctively reached to pick up Afia, who had been napping on his lap, only for her to simply meow before gently hopping away. Realizing his current state of helplessness, Lynn's expression darkened. Damn it. It seemed like there’d be no easy way out today unless he capitulated and called out for "Master." But he already belonged to the witch, sworn to serve one master alone; how could he betray her so easily? Besides, the future witch would surely possess memories of today. What was he to do? With his breathing becoming increasingly labored beneath Evester's heated embrace and the loud pace of her heart echoing in his ears, Lynn finally whispered: "Sister…" What?! In an instant, Evester felt an electrifying thrill surge through her entire body. Her already racing heartbeat quickened even more, turning her breaths sweet and feverish. He…he called me Sister? So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute… The next moment, Lynn felt a sudden release of pressure on his head, then his chin was lifted tenderly by her palm, tilting his head to meet her gaze. Her brilliant and vivid red eyes were now soft, even tinged with a faint mist of tears. When had he turned into such a bewildering charm? Just as he prepared to internally comment on it, he noticed Evester raising her other hand, her palm facing him. There, a green eye of the mind mark slowly emerged. "Hypnosis!" At this moment, Evester seemed to be suppressing some emotion, nearly unable to contain her inner impulses, yet unwilling to show her crazier side in front of Lynn. For reasons unknown. At the sight of the vertical eye mark, Lynn instinctively activated his devourer of lies. Then he felt as if his consciousness was wrenched away from his body, leaving him numb and sluggish. What…what was happening?! Clearly, these successive strange occurrences compounded Lynn’s puzzlement, his memory already lost. Hypnosis? Had she hypnotized him? But why could he maintain his awareness and still control his body to respond? Questions upon questions surged to the forefront of his mind. He decided, out of caution, to not reveal that he had not been hypnotized, opting instead to watch and wait. Under his scrutiny, Evester, with limited mobility in her legs, laboriously lifted him onto the bed, allowing him to lie beside her. Then he watched as she slowly straddled his waist, tearing at the clothes on his body, not even sparing his pants or socks. Before long, he was lying stark naked on the soft, large bed. Without a shred of fabric to cover him. As Evester’s delicate, cold hands traced over his body, Lynn suddenly felt nervous. Was it finally time to become an adult? He inhaled sharply, feeling a strange anticipation. But then, in the next moment, Evester's rapid breathing paused, her gaze passing over his body, turning suddenly angry. "Who did this…" She murmured as her hand gently brushed over his shoulders and chest. The bite mark that had been etched there as a personal mark, along with the rose emblem, was now gone. Nothing but smooth, flawless skin remained. Evester bit her lip resentfully, no longer able to restrain the chaotic, possessive emotions within her. Or perhaps, ever since the moment she saw him, she had been irrepressible. She leaned down, biting hard on Lynn’s shoulder, then his throat, chin, chest, arms, and thighs... Her actions alternated between rough and tender, seemingly determined to brand him entirely with her own marks. What the hell?! The sharp pain mixed with a warm, moist sensation from various parts of his body sent Lynn’s mind into disarray. She’s insane! This woman was absolutely insane!!! "Human greed, is it?" Even after boarding the carriage leaving Augusta Manor, Ferit sat within, absent-mindedly watching the scenery outside the window. He was lost in contemplation over Duke Tyrus’s earlier response without a word to say. Lynn's methods had left Ferit utterly astonished. Such audacious and imaginative tactics were unlike anything he had seen before, starkly contrasting the stagnant, rule-bound aristocrats, brimming with creativity. Although in essence their intentions aligned, the results were worlds apart. For the impoverished refugees, food was already too costly to afford; hence, the prices were merely numbers. The intent behind raising prices was to send a signal to the outside world. Orien City was rolling in disaster profits; the Tyrus family had already reaped vast gains! With the Duke’s name as assurance and profits exponentially exceeded typical times, greed among the nobles and merchants was incited. Although the nearby major routes around Orien City were also devastated in the disaster, making food transportation difficult, it was merely a problem for others. In the eyes of those greedy merchants, with ten times the profit, they’d even sell the rope to hang themselves! Inconvenient transportation was nothing of concern. Thus, upon hearing the news, the local nobles in Orien City began reaching out to various merchant guilds and nobles from other cities, hoping to become their agents, so everyone could profit together. Within mere days, wagonloads of food and essential supplies were traversing mountains and crossing into Orien City in torrents. They presumed they’d make a fortune just like the Tyrus family. In the end, it was nothing but a young boy’s risky, yet bold scheme. In a city holding as many as two hundred thousand refugees, imagine the chaos if their anger was triggered. Reflecting on the journey thus far and recalling the once-grand noble estates now reduced to scorched earth and crumbling ruins, the corners of Ferit’s mouth curled into a smile. "I must kill you," he mused to himself, no longer displaying the earlier demeanor of seeking friendship. This was a very practical problem. For Ferit, if he couldn't recruit someone as an ally, and didn’t want a powerful enemy in the future, then he had to eliminate him while he was still weak. "However, not now," Ferit reconsidered, shaking his head. "At least, not before you’ve clashed with Silina and the others." "So, Lynn Bartleon, make haste to the Imperial Capital." "That is where your real stage lies." Meanwhile, at that very moment, Lynn Bartleon, the one whom great expectations rested upon, found himself held in a humiliating posture by an older sisterly figure, akin to a baby awaiting its next feed. The bright daylight outside the window marked that a whole night had passed since the previous day’s events. Feeling Evester’s soft, fragrant embrace, Lynn sighed softly. His body still registered the dull sting from places that had been bitten, where some marks were mere impressions while others had bled. And the instigator of all this, Evester, was currently asleep. After inexplicably being hypnotized yesterday, Lynn had allowed Evester to have her way with him. She had acted as though possessed, trying to leave her marks all over him, making Lynn quite irate. Even now, he remained confused. He had no idea what had transpired between him and this woman before he lost his memory. However, he did have a theory about the hypnosis. Before losing his memories, he might have harnessed the devourer of lies' powers to retain his consciousness while under hypnosis. Yet, Evester herself seemed unaware of this. After a moment of silence, Lynn turned his gaze to Evester’s sleeping face. Only at times like these could he sense a hint of tranquility emanating from her. Throughout the night as they slept together, Lynn noticed she seemed severely lacking in security, waking several times to instinctively reach for him, clutching his wrist tightly, fearing he might vanish again. Lynn let out an almost inaudible sigh. The emotions within Evester were too twisted, too heavy, making him uncomfortable. It was disheartening to discover that the witch's past was such a spectacle. Lower down. Lynn thought, as he zipped up, conveniently forgetting his triumphant ventures of the previous night. Just then, a need to relieve himself struck. He instinctively tried to rise for the bathroom, only to jingle the chain on his neck. Oh no! The next second, Evester slowly opened her eyes, her sleepy gaze dazed for a moment, before she sat up slowly, stretching. Her strap slid gently off her alabaster shoulder, revealing an exquisite view. She glanced meaningfully at Lynn, who was about to get off the bed, and gave the chain on her wrist a little tug. "Feeling disobedient?" Lynn, holding back his urge, explained, "Your Highness, I need to use the bathroom for a personal matter." Unexpectedly, upon hearing Lynn’s words, Evester's cheeks flushed a captivating pink. She nudged the fully exposed Lynn with her bare foot: "If you want to go, then just go?" Even without clothes, his figure was still impressive. Evester's breathing quickened slightly. Lynn's face darkened. "Would you mind unlocking this first?" He shook the heavy shackles in protest. At this, a glimmer of excitement flashed in Evester's vivid red eyes. It had taken her all night to come down from the joy of having him back, realizing this was no dream. She cherished regaining everything she feared she'd lost. Thus, even this small matter was like a playful game between them. "Find a way yourself." Due to Evester's condition, her lower body was often immobile and occasionally suffered from muscular weakness, leaving her confined to lying in bed. Meanwhile, Lynn was nearing his limit from the pressing need. No more! Clenching his teeth, Lynn made up his mind. Ignoring the triumphant look in Evester’s eyes, he lifted her up in a princess carry. "Trying to bully your master? Such a naughty little dog!" Evester seemed annoyed by his action. Yet, the flicker of twisted joy in her eyes and her instinctual grip around Lynn’s neck betrayed her true feelings.