Chapter 135 Good Dog - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

After a round of trials, Lynn roughly figured out the basic function of the black threads. He named this extraordinary weapon "Endless Silks." These threads have the effect of infinite extension, and at the same time are extremely tough, capable of cutting through many metals. Overall, it is a fairly versatile extraordinary weapon. However, it wasn't as powerful as he had imagined, at least not enough to deserve the title of a Level 1 sealed artifact. Could there be some hidden mystery within it? Gazing at the card in his hand that had reverted to its original state, Lynn suddenly realized something. When he had infused his extraordinary power earlier, the card didn’t instantly transform into those black threads. Instead, there was a brief moment of stagnation. During this time, the extraordinary power contained within the card didn’t overflow but rather seemed like a bottomless pit, capable of continuous absorption. Could this thing have a second form? Thinking this, Lynn activated his extraordinary power once again, preparing to test the depths of this thing. Unexpectedly, in the next second, a sudden change occurred. Along with an unexpected sting on the tip of his tongue, Lynn felt a flame ignite deep within his heart. In an instant, his mouth went dry, his whole body tingled, blood surged through his veins, and his heart pounded wildly. Just moments ago subdued and calm, now like a warrior unsheathing his sword, it was as if he were ready to charge triumphantly through five passes and slay six generals! Damn it. What on earth is happening? Overcome with an intense heat, Lynn mustered all his rationality, grabbed a mirror from the side, and opened his mouth to check. In the moonlight filtering through the carriage, Lynn vaguely saw the mark on his tongue left by Evester earlier, now faintly glowing with a pink light. Damn it. I knew that woman was up to no good again! Lynn felt dizzy for a moment, pressing his hands against the table, pouring a cup of lukewarm water over his forehead, trying to calm himself down. But ultimately, it proved futile. For some unknown reason, Lynn suddenly imagined a seductive and bewitching figure appearing before him. “Good doggy.” The woman seemed to murmur softly, a misty allure in her crimson eyes. Lynn waved his hand, and the vision instantly dissipated. However, at this moment, Lynn, with eyes as red as fire, found his mind overwhelmed with a singular name. Evester. Evester. Evester. Finally, the thread of his sanity snapped. The next second, Lynn pushed open the door and stumbled down the narrow train corridor. "Knock, knock, knock!" Accompanied by an urgent knocking, within the luxurious carriage, Evester, lying leisurely on the bed, placed the book she held onto her chest. A knowing and satisfied look flashed across her crimson eyes. She symbolically tugged her robe up over her shoulders to shield her modesty and smoothed her black hair, which had been restored to its silky state by her powers, trying to appear both dignified and aloof. “Come in.” Evester stated calmly, her voice carrying a hint of imperial authority. In the next instant, the black-haired youth burst through the door. “Your Highness, what have you done to me?!” The young man ground his teeth, getting straight to the point. Upon a glance, he seemed to be in a state of agony, as if suppressing some kind of urge. Evester's lips curled into a fleeting smile. “What have I done to you?” she replied coldly, “Are you questioning me, the imperial princess? Is that the tone and attitude a subordinate should have?” With these words, Evester closed the book resting in her lap and tossed it heavily onto the desk beside her. Then she crossed her arms, seemingly unaware of her loose robe, which highlighted her impressive figure. Noticing the young man's gaze repeatedly lingering there, Evester's breathing grew slightly erratic. Am I being too harsh with my tone? Will I frighten him? Gazing at the young man's current condition, she felt a pang of sympathy. But recalling the phrases from the book just moments ago, and with the desire to best her female rival, Evester's expression turned colder. Hearing this, the young man took a deep breath, apparently trying to suppress his impulses: “Why pretend to be unaware, Your Highness? I'm referring to the mark you left on my tongue.” “Oh, that,” Evester said, crossing and then extending her long legs beneath her robe, “That mark was to enhance your strength.” “Enhance my strength?” The youth repeated with a sarcastic tone, clearly incredulous. Evester’s red lips pursed slightly: “The purpose of the mark is to temporarily dispel the distracting desires you typically hold for your master. Once one can focus without disturbance, their strength naturally increases rapidly.” “Tell me, is the action of this royal princess wrong?” I don’t believe a word! At this moment, Lynn nearly wanted to pounce forward and teach her a lesson. Yet his reason ultimately restrained his actions. I am a man, not a dog. I am a man, not a dog. I am a man, not a dog. He kept repeating these words in his mind, inadvertently activating the Devourer of Lies. Seeing the youth's state, Evester appeared to remember something, her eyes widening slightly: “Oh right, I just remembered.” “The mark only temporarily suppresses the desires you usually accumulate. Once accumulated to a certain threshold, including all the previous ones, they erupt all at once.” “But as long as you obediently refrain from harboring impure thoughts towards your master and honestly focus on strengthening yourself, that magical imprint is basically ineffective.” Evester brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her voice becoming oddly sweet. “If that’s the case, I shall take my leave.” Lynn ground his teeth and replied. But before he could shift his gaze away, a casual movement from Evester once again caught his attention. Her robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing more than intended. Boom! That action fully ignited Lynn’s fuse of desire. The next second, his eyes blazing, he lunged forward! “What do you think you’re doing?!” Pinned beneath him, Evester pretended to rebuke him coldly. “You!” Lynn growled, ready to bury his head into her embrace. Yet in the next moment, a pressure akin to a towering mountain pressed down on him. Without even a chance for resistance, he was forced halfway to the floor. “Hmm.” Evester snorted lightly, disregarding her disheveled robe, and sat on the edge of the bed with crossed legs, “It seems a young dog starts to go into heat too—a disgraceful display indeed.” However, at this moment, Lynn was overwhelmed by impulsive desires. Despite being immobilized, he still cast an aggressive gaze towards Evester, subconsciously murmuring: “Evester, give me…” He's yearning for me. A surge of warmth filled Evester’s heart, almost making her lose control and pin her little dog to the ground. But considering her long-term strategy, she held herself back. “Give you? What do you want?” “I want... you.” “Want me?” Evester’s face flushed slightly, yet her crimson eyes held sternness, “Though helping her little dog manage his desires is a master's duty, some matters must be clarified, or it could end badly.” “Answer me, do you want me or your darling witch?” “…” A flash of clarity appeared in Lynn’s eyes. He bit his lip, hesitant to answer. Alas, his rationality couldn’t withstand his pulsating urge to engage. At last, he responded muddledly, “I want… you.” “Speak clearly, who exactly do you want?” “Evester, I want you!!!” Lynn practically shouted, as if resigning himself to a reckless decision. He even abandoned formalities, directly invoking her name. Instead of feeling offended, Evester flashed a victorious smile. You’re watching, aren’t you? She thought silently, unsure who her words were intended for. "I read it in a book." After a moment, Evester suddenly kicked off her cotton slippers, revealing a pair of fair and delicate feet. "The easier something is to get, the less you men tend to cherish it." "Besides, even if you say that out loud, when it comes time to act, your mind will likely drift back to that other woman." "So, don't think you can easily claim the body of this imperial princess." "However... I can give you a consolation prize." Saying this, she extended her bare foot lightly towards Lynn. In her crimson eyes, a hint of desire and burning intensity flickered. "Use it."