Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 124: Her Condition Worsens

Chapter 124: Her Condition Worsens

At the same time, in the underground laboratory.

A group of people was gathered around Milanie's desk, their expressions varied.

In the center sat Yveste, calmly perched in her wheelchair, her face icy cold.

“Your Highness…” Milanie hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Based on my findings, it seems that Lynn… wasn’t lying.”

Yveste’s expression remained unchanged. “So, you’re telling me that he remembers all of you, even remembers Uncle Tyrius, yet he somehow forgot me—his master?”

Though she appeared composed, her nails had already dug deep into the armrests of her wheelchair. The surrounding air felt as if the temperature had physically dropped.

“...”

Milanie didn’t respond immediately. She bit her lip lightly, glanced at Yveste, and finally nodded slightly.

“Heh.” Yveste suddenly chuckled, but her crimson eyes held no trace of mirth. “How convenient. The world sure works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”

A warped, almost pathological impulse churned within her heart, pushing her dangerously close to losing control.

Milanie whispered, “From the memory scan, there’s no indication that anyone tampered with his mind. The memories, logically, are consistent...”

“Consistent?” Yveste’s tone suddenly rose. “If his memories are consistent, why did he jump from the train to save me?!”

Her chest heaved with agitation, her emotions barely contained.

Milanie hesitated briefly before replying, “He said… he came back to save his good brother, Greya.”

What the hell?!

This statement shocked Greya, who had been casually spectating the drama unfold.

When he felt Yveste’s murderous gaze upon him—as though she was about to rip him apart—he nearly fell to his knees in surrender.

Not me, Your Highness! What did I ever do to deserve this?!

If I’d known this would happen, I’d have gladly died in the Soren Mountains!

Feeling the bewildered stares of those around him, Greya wanted to cry but had no tears.

Fortunately, everyone knew Lynn’s personality well enough to dismiss it as a joke, sparing him from further scrutiny.

After retracting her gaze, Yveste still hadn’t recovered her composure. “Conduct another memory scan. This time, I will personally oversee it.”

“You can’t!”

Milanie instinctively objected.

“Oh?” Yveste narrowed her long, elegant eyes, her gaze as sharp as a blade. “You seem very concerned about him.”

Milanie instinctively staggered back, her face pale. “N-No… It’s just that… he’s still only a low-ranked Extraordinary. His mental willpower is weak and can’t endure repeated scans in such a short time. Otherwise, it could damage his soul!”

But Yveste had already gone beyond reason.

A suffocating sense of insecurity consumed her.

After all, wasn’t it those very memories that bound the twisted, distorted relationship between her and Lynn?

Now, though Lynn himself hadn’t fundamentally changed, every trace of her had been erased by some unseen, overwhelming force. This filled Yveste with an unprecedented fear.

She was truly terrified.

Terrified that Lynn might inexplicably vanish from her side again, just as he had before.

This was why she had decided to keep him under constant watch, locked by her side 24/7.

“Milanie, you are my subordinate.” Yveste’s tone turned icy. “Your job is to consider whether my orders can be executed, not whether you’re willing to carry them out.”

“Your Highness…”

Afia, standing behind her, tried to intervene but was silenced by a single glance from Yveste.

“Are you all going to defy me?!”

The laboratory plunged into an oppressive silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Milanie, who had been hanging her head, finally spoke in a soft voice. “If that’s your order, then… I will comply.”

“But before that… I hope you’ll look at this first.”

Her eyes reddened as she pulled a recording stone from her pocket and gently activated it.

As the image emerged, everyone was met with a familiar sight: Lynn’s figure lying on a chair designed to restrain sealed artifacts. His body convulsed, his face twisted in agony.

He seemed to be murmuring something, fragments like “Your Highness” and another indistinct term slipping through his lips.

“...”

Yveste’s chest tightened painfully. She instinctively raised her hand, as if she wanted to pull him into an embrace.

But then, she remembered—this was just a recording of the past.

Milanie quietly explained everything that had occurred that day, including the secret ability Lynn had begged her to conceal.

As Milanie slowly recounted the events, Yveste’s pale face grew even more ashen.

She hid her trembling wrists within her sleeves, unwilling to let anyone see the cracks in her composure.

Milanie’s words, however, were far from over.

“Your Highness, I’ve conducted some research in the field of memory,” Milanie said softly. “When someone experiences suffering beyond their capacity to endure, the brain initiates a self-defense mechanism.”

“It seals away memories that cause overwhelming pain and suppression, allowing the body and mind to recover.”

“This phenomenon is very common. You must have heard of it before.”

Hearing this, Yveste clenched her delicate, snow-white hands, blood dripping faintly from her palms.

“You’re saying…” Her teeth clenched tightly, her voice chilling and menacing. “That all memories of me in his mind… are ones that brought him pain and suffocation?”

Her crimson eyes bore into Milanie, as though uttering that truth would unleash something utterly catastrophic.

But for some reason...

Recalling the warmth of the young man’s embrace, Milanie felt an unprecedented surge of courage rise within her.

“In my opinion… that’s exactly the case,” Milanie murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “Whether it’s you hypnotizing him against his will or forcing him to wear a collar and treating him like a dog…”

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from Yveste, Milanie’s legs almost gave out beneath her.

“Very well… all of you… very well.”

In the end, Yveste did nothing to Milanie. She merely allowed Afia to push her wheelchair, leaving the underground laboratory without another word.

As the group slowly departed, Milanie collapsed onto the ground, trembling.

Experiment No. 126, I risked my life for you, hovering at the edge of death. You owe me a huge favor next time!

“Leave me at the door and go,” Yveste said softly upon reaching the entrance to her room.

“Your Highness…” Afia hesitated, wanting to say more.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

At that moment, Yveste lowered her head, her snow-white hair cascading over her slender shoulders, obscuring her expression.

Hearing her tone, Afia glanced worriedly toward the room before reluctantly walking away.

When she was finally alone, Yveste pushed open the door and slowly wheeled herself into the bedroom.

Her gaze fell on the young man, chained by iron shackles to the four corners of the bed, his bare form motionless. She stared at him in silence, as though lost in thought.

After a moment, she propped herself up with some difficulty, gripping the edge of the bed as she shakily climbed atop it, positioning herself over the young man’s waist.

“Mm!”

Sensing the shift, the young man wriggled slightly, trying to say something. However, the purple cloth stuffed in his mouth muffled his words, leaving only incoherent whimpers.

An inexplicable mix of agitation and unease surged within Yveste.

Certain parts of him appeared… spirited.

But forgetting one’s master—unforgivable.

And for disobedient pups, punishment was a must.

Yveste reached into her bosom, pulling out a riding crop and lightly slapping it against her palm. The rhythmic swishing sound filled the room.

Finally, she raised the crop high, her silver teeth clenched, prepared to bring it down on the young man’s chest, already marked with faint bite marks.

Just one strike. It would tear his skin and let him feel pain that pierced to his soul.

But then, for reasons unknown, Milanie’s words resurfaced in Yveste’s mind.

All memories of you bring him pain and suffocation.

Thud!

The crop slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the sheets.

Suppressing the sob building in her throat, Yveste bit her lip hard and lowered herself, pressing her face firmly against the young man’s warm chest.

At the same time, a single tear slid silently down her cheek.

Why...

Why must this always happen to me?

Did I… do something wrong?

For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.

But as her eyes lingered on his handsome face, the obsessive, possessive thoughts deep within her surged once more, overpowering her hesitation.

No.

I’m not wrong.

Her pup was simply sick.

With tender care and constant nurture, he would recover someday.

Yes.

That’s how it must be.

In the darkness, the woman’s breathing grew heavier.

She was getting worse.