Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 122: She’s Lost It! This Woman’s Gone Mad!

Chapter 122: She’s Lost It! This Woman’s Gone Mad!

The cold sensation around his neck made Lynn lower his head. He was stunned to discover a pair of pale, delicate hands had somehow clasped a shackle around his neck.

?

Lynn’s brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

Then came another crisp click.

To his shock, he realized the other end of the chain was now secured around Yveste’s wrist.

Before he could react, sitting dumbfounded on the bedside chair, Yveste gave him a radiant smile, as though a heavy burden had finally lifted from her.

“Now, you can’t run away anymore,” she said softly, shaking the cold, heavy chain lightly. A faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks—whether from excitement or something else, Lynn couldn’t tell.

“Your Highness, this is…” Lynn started to speak, but she interrupted him again.

With a sharp tug on the chain, Lynn felt his body tilt forward, falling into a warm, soft embrace. His face landed squarely in the deep valley of her chest.

His nose was instantly filled with the faint rose fragrance clinging to her. His heartbeat sped up involuntarily.

Lynn tried to raise his head and escape her embrace.

But to his horror, he realized her strength far exceeded his own—an absurd feat considering he was enhanced by the Heart of the Scorching Flame Dragon. It felt like she wanted to mold him into her very being.

Lynn’s nose felt like it was about to break under the pressure.

The situation was undeniably suggestive, yet he couldn’t bring himself to feel the least bit of desire.

Okay, maybe a little.

Instinctively, he tried to push Yveste away, but as soon as his hands touched her slender waist, she let out a soft moan.

Instead of loosening her hold, her embrace only tightened.

What the hell happened between us before I lost my memory?!

Did I… sleep with her and forget about it?

Lynn felt completely bewildered.

He instinctively reached for Afia, who was usually napping on his lap. But the cat only let out a soft “meow” and hopped away lightly.

Now entirely alone and cornered, Lynn’s expression darkened.

Damn it.

It seemed like there would be no way out today unless he called her “Master.”

But he was already the Witch’s loyal dog. As the saying goes, “one dog can’t serve two masters.” How could he betray her?

Not to mention, the Witch would eventually regain her memories of this moment.

What should I do?

Struggling to breathe in Yveste’s fervent embrace, Lynn could hear her rapid, pounding heartbeat close to his ears.

Finally, in a barely audible voice, he muttered, “…Sister.”

?!

In that instant, Yveste felt an electric shock course through her body.

Her already fast-beating heart raced even more, and her breaths grew sweet and heated.

He… he called me Sister?

So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute…

The next moment, Lynn felt the pressure on his head ease. Her hand gently cupped his chin, lifting it so their eyes met.

Her vivid crimson gaze softened with tender emotion, a faint glimmer of moisture forming within.

What the hell?! When did I turn into a walking aphrodisiac?!

Lynn barely had time to process the situation before Yveste raised her other hand. Her palm faced him, and a faint green Eye of the Mind Sigil appeared.

“Hypnosis!”

Though visibly suppressing her emotions, Yveste couldn’t entirely hide the wild impulses stirring within her. She didn’t want to appear too insane in front of Lynn, for some reason.

The moment his eyes fell on the sigil, Lynn instinctively activated the Lie Eater ability.

He immediately felt as if his consciousness had detached from his body, leaving him numb and unresponsive.

W-what’s happening?!

The successive incidents only deepened Lynn’s confusion, already muddled by his memory loss.

Hypnosis?

Did she just hypnotize me?

But why am I still fully aware and able to control my body?

Countless questions flooded his mind.

Choosing caution, Lynn decided to play along, feigning compliance as he observed her next moves.

Under his watchful gaze, the physically weakened Yveste struggled to lift him onto the bed, laying him down beside her.

Then, she slowly climbed onto his waist, her hands swiftly tearing at his clothes, leaving no article untouched—not even his pants or socks.

Soon, he was stripped bare and pressed against the soft bed, utterly exposed.

As Yveste’s delicate yet icy fingers brushed over his body, Lynn couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Is this… the moment I become a man?

He sucked in a sharp breath, a strange mix of anxiety and anticipation rising within him.

But the next second, Yveste’s ragged breaths turned into angry muttering as her gaze swept over his body.

“Who did this…?”

She murmured softly, her hands brushing over his shoulders and chest.

The bite marks and the Rose Sigil that should have been engraved on his skin were gone, replaced by smooth, flawless skin.

Yveste bit her lip in frustration, unable to suppress the chaotic, possessive emotions surging within her.

Or perhaps, from the moment she first laid eyes on him earlier, she had already been consumed by them.

Bowing her head, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, followed by his throat, jawline, chest, arms, and thighs…

Her actions alternated between rough and gentle, as if trying to brand every inch of his body with her exclusive mark.

What the f*ck?!

The sharp pain, mixed with a warm, soft sensation, radiated from every part of Lynn’s body. His thoughts were spiraling out of control.

She’s insane! This woman is absolutely insane!

“Human greed…”

Felit sat in the carriage leaving the Augusta Estate, staring absentmindedly out the window. His thoughts lingered on Tyrius Duke’s earlier explanation, leaving him silent for a long time.

Felit was utterly shocked by Lynn’s methods—unorthodox and bold, unlike the stale, rule-bound antics of those corrupt nobles. Lynn’s creativity stood in stark contrast to theirs.

Though their goals might align in principle, the results were worlds apart.

For the starving refugees, grain was already priced beyond their reach. At that point, price became nothing more than a meaningless number.

The deliberate price hikes were a signal—an invitation to the outside world.

Orne City, it declared, was a goldmine for disaster profiteering. The Tyrius Family was raking in massive wealth!

Backed by the duke’s reputation and the promise of unprecedented profits, this appeal stoked the greed of merchants and nobles alike.

Even though the city’s disaster had crippled local trade routes, making it difficult to bring in supplies, this obstacle meant little to greedy merchants.

As the saying goes, with tenfold profits on the line, they’d even sell the rope to hang themselves.

To them, transportation troubles were trivial.

Upon hearing the news, Orne City’s nobles scrambled to broker deals with merchants and aristocrats in other cities, vying to be their intermediaries and share the wealth.

Within days, carts full of grain and essential supplies began pouring into Orne City, crossing treacherous mountain paths to get there.

These opportunists thought they could profit like the Tyrius Family.

But in the end, this was nothing more than a clever scheme—Lynn’s masterful game of getting something for nothing.

With 200,000 refugees in the city, what would happen if their simmering anger were unleashed?

Felit’s lips curled into a faint smile as he recalled the state of the once-grand noble estates—now charred ruins and crumbled walls.

“You have to die,” he muttered to himself, abandoning his earlier civility.

It was a harsh but practical truth.

To Felit, if Lynn couldn’t be recruited and would only pose a threat in the future, then he had to be eliminated while he was still weak.

“But not yet.” After some thought, Felit shook his head. “Not before you’ve tangled with Shirina and the others first.”

“So, Lynn Bartleon, head to the Imperial Capital quickly. That’s where your true stage awaits.”

Meanwhile, the much-anticipated Lynn Bartleon found himself in a far less dignified position.

He was cradled in Yveste’s arms like a helpless baby, a sight that utterly belied the expectations others had for him.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, signaling the start of a new day—an entire night had passed since yesterday’s madness.

Sighing softly, Lynn shifted slightly in Yveste’s warm, fragrant embrace.

His body still throbbed faintly from the bite marks covering him. Some were light impressions, while others had drawn blood.

The culprit behind all this, Yveste, was currently fast asleep.

After being inexplicably hypnotized last night, Lynn had let her do as she pleased.

It was like she’d gone mad, determined to leave her mark on every inch of his body. Her actions left him utterly at a loss.

Even now, he had no idea what had transpired between them before he lost his memory.

However, he did have a theory about the hypnosis.

Before losing his memory, he must have used his Lie Eater ability to retain his consciousness during hypnosis.

Apparently, Yveste didn’t know about this quirk.

After a moment of silence, Lynn glanced at Yveste’s peaceful sleeping face.

It was only during moments like this that she exuded a rare sense of tranquility.

Last night, as they slept in each other’s arms, he noticed how insecure she seemed. Several times, she woke from her sleep, instinctively clinging to him as though afraid he would vanish again.

Lynn sighed softly, almost imperceptibly.

Yveste’s emotions were too twisted, too heavy. It left him feeling uneasy.

The Witch’s past self is really… disillusioning, he thought, shaking his head.

Below the belt, his train of thought turned pragmatic: Well, last night doesn’t count if I just… pretend it didn’t happen.

Just then, a sudden urge hit him.

Needing to relieve himself, Lynn instinctively tried to stand and head to the bathroom. But the clink of the chain around his neck gave him pause.

Oh no!

The sound woke Yveste. Her crimson eyes opened slowly, blinking in confusion before she lazily sat up, stretching.

Her delicate shoulder straps slid down her snow-white shoulders, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her exquisite figure.

Yveste gazed at Lynn with a meaningful smile as he prepared to get out of bed. She gently tugged on the chain attached to her wrist. “Not being obedient, are we?”

Holding in his urgent need, Lynn tried to explain, “Your Highness, I’m just heading to the bathroom to take care of something personal.”

Unexpectedly, Yveste’s cheeks flushed a captivating shade of pink upon hearing his words.

Her bare, delicate foot nudged the entirely naked Lynn. “If you want to go, then go ahead.”

To be fair, while he looked lean in clothes, his physique was surprisingly well-built when bare.

Yveste’s breathing quickened slightly.

Lynn’s face darkened. “Could you kindly remove this first?” he asked, shaking the heavy shackle in protest.

Yveste’s crimson eyes flickered with a subtle excitement as she watched him.

Even after an entire night, the joy of having regained what she had lost hadn’t faded. She had finally accepted that this wasn’t a dream.

She cherished this reality so much that even trivial moments like this felt like part of a playful game between them.

“Figure it out yourself,” Yveste said casually.

Confined to the bed by her periodic muscular weakness, Yveste couldn’t move her lower body normally.

Meanwhile, Lynn was reaching his breaking point.

Enough!

With gritted teeth, he steeled his resolve. Ignoring the triumphant glint in Yveste’s eyes, he scooped her up in a princess carry.

“Trying to bully your master? You’re such a naughty little dog!” Yveste scolded, her tone laced with faux anger.

But the trace of twisted joy in her gaze, along with the way she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, betrayed her true feelings.