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Yet… why would she desire to erase the events of this day?

Is it because these troubles are merely that, troubles, devoid of any meaning beyond inciting irritation?

No, that shouldn\'t be the case.

The betrayal of her parents, the choices of her grandfather... there are still many things to consider. Why would she willingly plunge into a muddled frenzy, forgetting all these?

Is it merely because, despite her rationality, she truly does not wish to recall her grey childhood, nor does she want those pale memories to resurface in her mind?

That\'s not right either. She would not simply choose to discard her troubles out of evasion, let alone choose such an absurd... method.

"Dear Miss Ravenna, you must understand one thing."

Ansel gently caressed the trembling waist of the puppet, his gaze falling on Ravenna lying on the puppet\'s back.

The cold and slightly petite female scholar and her puppet were now in a... up-side-down, back-to-back position.

The puppet bent its waist, its hands supporting the back of the sofa, while Ravenna lay on the puppet\'s back, her astonishingly proportioned and slightly voluptuous legs, wrapped in black sheer tights, resting on Ansel\'s shoulders.

"Your attempt to maintain this cold, even disdainful expression, in reality, does not affect my interest at all. In fact, your beautiful eyes veiled in mist and the redness on your skin surface only make me more... ruthless."

The puppet, devoid of any expression, clung tightly to the back of the sofa due to its designed bodily instincts. Its lips unconsciously parted, a thread of silver saliva sliding down from the corner of its mouth.

Ravenna, lying on the puppet\'s back, bit her lip hard, her arm covering her eyes, her waist arching high due to the honest shared sensation, her slender legs wrapped tightly around Ansel\'s neck, the tights rubbing against Hydral\'s neck and cheek, conveying a delicate silky touch.

The weak panting from her small lips, Ravenna, her fists clenched, was still wondering why she would make such a choice.

Was it because... I can\'t refuse Ansel\'s request?

Was it because I need to maintain my emotions, so instead of continuing to resist futilely like before, I chose... to en-enjoy?

Ravenna Ziegler, high above, extraordinarily talented, super intelligent, a prodigy who will surely have the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of the fifth stage in the future.

The petite and cold beauty who would not show a good face to anyone, was now connected to her puppet\'s senses, her legs wrapped in black tights, tightly wrapped around the traitor in her eyes, the enemy in her eyes.

The waves of pleasure relentlessly bombarded her intellect. She, who had been able to withstand even when she was drugged… should not be so disheveled.

But in reality, if she put down her best weapon and removed the iron wall called rationality, she seemed indeed... helpless against this.

"Ansel...you—!"

Ravenna, still shielding her eyes with her arm, suddenly choked on her words. Her brief, faint scream was stifled as soon as it was uttered, but her tightly curled toes still betrayed her utterly defeated state.

Clearly, the wicked Hydral had no intention of giving Ravenna a respite. The unique constitution of women allowed them to derive wave after wave of sensation from the relentless tide.

"...wait, let me...let me rest..."

"Do you remember what you said at the beginning?"

Ansel had never touched Ravenna herself from the start, but the usually indifferent and cold scholar was now almost subconsciously entangled with him. Ansel leaned over, chuckled softly in her ear, "I\'ve agreed, how can I go back on my word?"

"I...ugh…ha…re-regret..."

"Unfortunately, it\'s not up to you."

Ansel reached out and stroked Ravenna\'s lips. This was the first time he had touched Ravenna since the main topic had begun. This tiny movement made Miss Ravenna, who Ansel described as "very sensitive", shudder slightly.

"Overdoing it isn\'t good." Ansel looked at the fresh blood on his fingertips and raised an eyebrow, "If it\'s unbearable, why endure it?"

"Did you...plan this… all along —"

"Hmm?"

"That sentence..." Ravenna\'s arm moved slightly away, her purple eyes, already blurred to some extent, were filled with tears, and she was also struggling to stare at Ansel, "To ruin me, were you also preparing for this moment?"

The cruel words Ansel had said to her at the time, only now, looking back, could she see the true heart-piercing part.

If she didn\'t resist, then Ansel only needed to set a few traps, and Ravenna would fall into despair at a terrifying speed, becoming a pawn and tool in Ansel\'s hands — because the Tower of Babel was in Ansel\'s hands, her ideals were also in Ansel\'s hands. When she truly became a monster that destroyed all her ideals, she would just be a pitiful puppet manipulated by the devil.

But if she wanted to resist, to fight against the traps Ansel might set for her at any time, then she had to ensure that she no longer used reason to guard against everything, ensure that she didn\'t let reason become her instinct, ensure that she must retrieve her feelings as much as possible.

And the result...is what it is now.

No matter what choice she made, she could never escape from Ansel\'s palm — even if she understood, even if she saw clearly, it was all in vain.

"That\'s why I said, you always sync with me, Venna."

Ansel said, "But, I prepared, not just for this moment."

Taming Ravenna and taming Seraphina were different, whether it was difficulty, means, or anything else, they were all worlds apart, so Ansel had prepared for both.

Or rather, if it weren\'t for Seraphina, Ansel would only be prepared to ruin Ravenna.

Moreover, Ansel himself didn\'t have high expectations for taming Ravenna.

Because Ravenna Ziegler, was fundamentally different from Seraphina.

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