Chapter 204 Nothing Happened - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"Can a zero-frame start be defended against?" The moment the girl's pale and tender thighs were exposed to Lynn's sight, the emerald green mark of the Eye of the Soul glimmered in the darkness. At this moment, Tia resembled a muse from myth, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, looking pure and beautiful. Yet her actions were somewhat surprising, as if inviting attention. She gently lifted her moon-white robe, as if it were a skirt, her most intimate parts laid bare to the young man's gaze. The fabric, a soft white, faintly revealed shapes and contours, making it nearly impossible for Lynn, already consumed by desire, to maintain control. Fortunately, he had long since developed the habit of reflexive restraint. After all, when he first met Ivester, showing any weakness would have landed him in a deadly situation. To this day, he hadn't been able to break the habit, and whether that was good or bad remained unknown. In a split second, the Deceiver activated, and Lynn's gaze grew dull and vacant, his movements sluggish and slow. He was in quite an extraordinary state; his consciousness seemed to hover above, as if looking down at himself, while the all-consuming desire swept through his spirit and will relentlessly, the stir within him, indomitably ready for combat, serving as proof. Seeing Lynn successfully fall into a hypnotic state, Tia let out an almost imperceptible sigh. Logically, such behavior should only appear in lowly harlots, far removed from a noble and untouchable Silent Saintess. Yet she did just that. Clearly, the relationship between the two had not reached such a point. Could she still consider herself untainted? Tia did not know, her mind a chaotic mess. Having done everything, she gently lowered her robe, then knelt down, her soft, pink-tinged soles pressed beneath her petite and round hips, her hands holding her knees, as she looked at the young man before her with complex emotions. Though he was hypnotized, the boy's face still bore signs of pain and an unusual pallor. His palm, due to his own biting, was bleeding profusely, staining the pristine white bedspread with spots of crimson. There had to be something he was hiding. Tia furrowed her brow. Despite the pressing itinerary and her ignorance about whether the Black Market had means to help him leave the city, she felt overwhelmed with worry. But regardless, Lynn was more important. If anything happened to him, everything she had done would be for naught. Thinking of this, Tia softly inquired, "Are you hiding something from me?" As soon as the question fell, Lynn hesitated and struggled internally. Damn, she really hit the mark. If he lied, she could easily detect it, leading to the suspicion that "the hypnosis might be fake." Added to his current distress over how to deal with Tia's situation, any unexpected development could lead to unpredictable outcomes. In other words, she might go berserk and do things he would not want to see. Moreover, he couldn't find a suitable excuse to explain his behavior. All these thoughts flashed through his mind, yet a hypnotized person shouldn't hesitate. Thus, Lynn immediately decided, responding in a dull voice, "Yes." "What is it?" Tia pursed her shiny pink lips, inadvertently glancing at Lynn's body, noticing a particular rise. Her face briefly flushed a light pink, rendering her momentarily captivating. Were it not for him being hypnotized, she wouldn't have dared to take even a sneak peek. Yet she clearly recalled that this morning, that part of him seemed spirited as well. It seemed men are indeed starry-eyed creatures filled with lustful thoughts. However, it was unexpected for him to entertain such thoughts amid the crisis. Perhaps from the very beginning, he had sinister intentions in inviting her to "share a bed." Did he think that after what happened in the carriage in the morning, he could have his way with her? For a moment, Tia's gaze turned indifferent, seemingly having found her answer. Then Lynn's slow voice came again: ".The mark inside me has activated." A mark? This answer caught Tia by surprise, momentarily confounding her. "It's a mark set by the royal princess on my body that suppresses my daily desires. However, it's not a total eradication, but an accumulation until it surpasses a certain threshold, then erupts all at once." Under Tia's gaze, the young man narrated slowly, with an air that seemed unrelated to himself. Yet, hearing these words, Tia felt as if tumultuous waves surged within her. Being a woman, especially one with a keen intuition, Tia naturally filled in many blanks. Recalling when they first met, Ivester had announced in public that Lynn was her future prince consort, an indescribable emotion washed over her. So, they had already had such a relationship, and she even marked him with something so suggestively erotic. Then his words to her—what did they mean? What about the lost twelve years of memory, the untold past? In front of Ivester, those were a complete joke. No. Am I really upset about this? Tia suddenly paused. Though the inexplicable annoyance wasn't strong, or even noticeable, she could clearly capture it, a hint of ludicrousness surfacing in her mind. After a long silence, she bit her lip softly, "What exactly is the relationship between you and her?" Though she had faintly guessed the answer, for some reason, she still voiced the question. After all, he was hypnotized now, and no one would know. Tia consoled herself. Instead, Lynn was dumbfounded by the question. What exactly was their relationship? Truth be told, even he hadn't properly considered that. Lovers? Not quite. At least from what he understood, they were not equals. Despite being her world, that love was too distorted—not what Lynn desired. Whenever he thought back to the days of being imprisoned, it unsettled him. Nonetheless, he was somewhat fond of Ivester. Though not as deep as love, he would feel pained by her injuries, angered by her being bullied. Forget it. Best to tell the truth. "Her Highness calls me her pet dog." He answered the question with a sly twist. Yet, he hadn't escaped the image Ivester had of him. Lynn mused silently. Meanwhile, Tia was utterly astounded by the answer. Reflecting on the mark's conditions, an unusual light flickered in her eyes. On further thought, wasn't this mark like some sort of dog training method? Through conditioned reflex and target rewards, subtly altering his thought patterns until he was entirely dependent, unable to escape. Only this method, sacrificing beauty instead of violence, perhaps even implicated her deeply. That's truly... Suddenly realizing this shocking gossip, Tia felt restless, unconsciously clutching her slender white fingers into a fist. The atmosphere plunged into prolonged silence. However, for Lynn, maintaining such a state was extremely trying. The intense desire almost drove him insane, desperately clinging to the final thread in his mind. "Cough, cough..." Lynn instinctively coughed a few times, then felt warm blood rushing from nose and mouth. This...this... Was he seriously injured from holding it in? He was utterly shocked. On the other side, Tia was jolted back to reality by Lynn's sudden coughing, surprised to find his face pale and his breath weak. Now she finally identified the real source of the problem. Had he been enduring such pain all night long? The unexpected turn shocked Tia. Not knowing how to handle the situation, her mind spun in chaos. Moments later, she stiffly lay back down on the bed, turning her back to Lynn. Silence enveloped the room once more, the quiet moonlight softly spilling across the floor. Hey, at least release me from the hypnosis first! I'm really uncomfortable like this!!! Lynn had never expected the moderator's plot to happen to him, so from the start, he chose to endure it alone. However, the current situation of trying to maintain the hypnotized persona while suppressing his desires was almost unbearable, his whole body aflame as if with fever. Even his consciousness began to blur. He seemed to vaguely see his great-grandmother. Oh, that wasn't his great-grandmother, it was Tia. Simultaneously, he heard the girl's murmuring words, "One last question... why did you choose to endure rather than touch me?" He should have known the boy's answer beforehand. Yet she still asked. It was like crossing an emotional hurdle, giving herself a fictitious and ridiculous answer. "Because, I don't want to hurt you." Hiss. That felt good. Where am I? Heaven? Lynn was somewhat bewildered upon snapping out of his desires. He was still prepared for a fight, but his earlier ferocity had diminished. Moreover, he was stunned to notice the presence of a pair of cool, delicate hands soothing the turbulence and aggression. Her actions were somewhat awkward and slow, not like the naturally skilled Ivester, but rather a novice, new on the path, with a few bumps along the way. But who says a novice can't safely get you to the destination? At least, to Lynn, the sensation delivered by this driver was exceptionally exciting. Perhaps it was due to their identities, or maybe the atmosphere at the moment. But leaving that aside. He really hadn't expected Tia to go this far for someone like him. A complex array of emotions flickered in Lynn's eyes. But as the beneficiary, he couldn't hypocritically say, "I don't want her to continue." After all, Tia's appearance and figure, or her temperament, was unrivaled in his life. And admiring beauty is a fundamental desire for any biologically typical male. Lynn was no exception. Thus, he chose to savor the moment. He just didn’t know how to face the girl afterward. Meanwhile, Tia, kneeling by Lynn's side, repeated a certain motion mechanically. Her mind was a jumbled mess, trying to avoid looking at the boy in front of her, instead glancing at the nearby window. But seeing the brilliant and cold moonlight brought a surge of guilt and self-loathing. Yet with matters escalating this far, she tried not to think about what would happen next or where their relationship might plummet. Luckily, with him in a hypnotic state, she was the only one aware of everything that transpired. Tia lost count of how many times she comforted herself this way. Time ticked by. A few minutes later, her hands began to ache, so she stopped. "How much longer?" Tia tried to make her voice sound steady. However, to maintain the hypnosis persona, Lynn answered truthfully, "A long time." In that instant, he felt the girl’s hand tighten sharply before relaxing again. After a moment of silence, her voice came through once more: "What must I do to... to get you to finish?" What else is there to do? When an engine runs roughly, it just needs some lubrication. Although that sounded a bit vulgar coming from his mouth. Stay calm. I'm just a truthfully hypnotized person who won’t remember anything afterward—and she won’t bring it up either. With that in mind, Lynn used terminology Tia could understand to explain that the "engine's roughness needed lubrication." The girl wasn't sure what expression was on her face at that moment. Nevertheless, the sunk cost was laid bare. For Tia, more than continuing, she wished to end this silent and lengthy torment quickly. With that resolution, she took a deep breath and parted her pink lips. Delicate threads of crystalline liquid began to fall, resolving the engine malfunction. The journey could continue. Ten minutes later. With an intense cry, the persistent obstacle finally toppled, defeated. Tia stood still, stunned in place. Only now did an overwhelmingly surreal sensation sweep over her. Earlier, she could rationalize that incidents hadn’t crossed a line, or that they had been compelled by the situation. But now, no justification remained defensible. She completely crossed the line, committing an act that betrayed both Sia and the Moon Goddess. Despite a curse to "loathe all men in the world," she nonetheless performed actions akin to a vile harlot. It was an exceptional irony. What am I doing? In the darkness, she hugged her knees, burying her face between them. Soon after, soft sobs became audible. Please... cast your votes!