Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 125: Your Highness, I Saw Your Future

When Lynn groggily woke up, he caught the faint scent of roses lingering near his nose.

There was also a cold, damp sensation on his chest, as though someone had been leaning over him, doing who knows what.

He sighed inwardly.

Who would have thought that even I, the fabled trouble magnet, would end up utterly defeated when faced with this lunatic, Yveste?

Although the collar around his neck had been removed, his situation had grown even worse.

Bound hand and foot, with his eyes and mouth gagged by fabric carrying a familiar scent, Lynn stopped trying to make sense of things.

It was clear that after learning he had lost his memories, this woman’s condition had only deteriorated further.

She now treated him entirely like a dog, keeping him by her side as if he were her pet.

Oh? A chance!

“Your Highness, I think, you know, memories aren’t all that important,” he blurted out, his words tumbling out in haste for fear she might gag him again. “There’s no need to dwell on the past. Focus on the present! There’s still so much beauty in the future waiting for you to experience!”

The woman, however, ignored his words, merely stroking his face gently.

“Good doggy, time to eat.”

The clinking sound of dishes followed, and the faint aroma of food wafted through the air.

Moments later, her soft lips pressed against his, and chewed food was passed into his mouth.

What the hell.

She’s truly insane.

Feeling the utterly emotionless and mechanical intimacy, Lynn couldn’t help but mock himself in his mind.

Unwilling to give up, he swallowed the food and began speaking again, his words muffled. “By the way, Your Highness, don’t you care about the Succession Ceremony anymore? The Autumn Hunt is fast approaching. If you don’t return to the capital soon, I’m afraid…”

Before he could finish, her lips—still tinged with a hint of sweetness—once again sealed his words.

Gulp.

He swallowed the soup she fed him.

Damn it.

She’s bribing me with gourmet food.

Does she think I, the great Lynn… gulp.

In the bizarre silence that followed, mixed with a strange undercurrent, the woman patiently fed him every bite of the meal.

What a maniac.

As his stomach swelled uncomfortably full, Lynn thought critically.

If any other woman had tried this, his clean-freak tendencies would’ve made him vomit immediately.

But this was Yveste.

The young form of the Witch of the End.

... Damn it.

On second thought, compared to the Witch of the End, Yveste—whether in age, strength, or any other aspect—was like a little girl who hadn’t even grown up yet.

...Wait, no! Focus! Don’t get sidetracked!

“Your Highness, this is a critical phase of the Succession Ceremony,” Lynn said, switching tactics. If reasoning wouldn’t work, perhaps appealing to her deepest obsession would. “Although you’ve escaped the negative rankings for now, you’re still at risk!”

“But with my help, if we return to the capital, two—no, one month, just one month! I swear on my life that I’ll help you rise above last place in the rankings!”

“You’re no longer who you used to be!”

He heard a faint rustling sound nearby but continued his impassioned persuasion.

“With the Duke’s support and the gains we’ve made here in Orne City, His Majesty is bound to reward you once we return!”

The rustling persisted, joined by the soft sound of bare feet stepping across the floor.

“The Nightstalkers! I predict there’s an 80% chance His Majesty will entrust you with the Nightstalker organization!”

“That’s the Empire’s largest shadow force! With their backing, you’ll no longer be the powerless Third Princess, but one of the strongest contenders in the Succession Ceremony!”

Drawing upon his foreknowledge of the storyline, Lynn delivered his final bombshell. He refused to be trapped here forever!

Sure, the current arrangement wasn’t all bad—lying around all day, having a beautiful woman care for his every need, enjoying imported delicacies—but that wasn’t the life he wanted!

Panting, Lynn braced himself for her reaction.

“Are you finished?”

The rustling stopped, and her voice, soft and unhurried, reached his ears.

“I… I’m finished,” Lynn said through gritted teeth.

Based on the original storyline and Yveste’s character, his speech should have been enough to light a fire in her. She should be brimming with ambition by now.

Yet her calm tone filled him with unease.

“Have you remembered anything about your master today?”

Her voice was gentle.

“No,” he admitted.

“In that case, go to sleep.”

She leaned close, pressing a piece of warm fabric into his mouth. “This is fresh from today. It’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Damn it.

This woman is impossible to deal with!

Hearing the sound of her wheelchair slowly rolling away, Lynn felt an uncontainable surge of frustration.

As Lynn inhaled the faint rose fragrance lingering in the fabric gagging his mouth, his initial anger gradually subsided.

At the same time, he tried to distract himself.

You have to hand it to a Sixth-Rank Demigod. With a life essence far beyond that of ordinary humans, they don’t even have normal bodily functions. Even their scent is fragrant.

It’s not that I’m a pervert; this is just how my mind works.

What’s the saying?

Life is like that thing—if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.

In the days that followed, Lynn remained confined to the bed, treated entirely like a pet under Yveste’s care.

He had tried resisting and even resorted to cursing her out.

On one occasion, while being fed imported delicacies, he deliberately bit her tongue in an attempt to provoke her.

But to his confusion, she simply patted his head, said nothing, and left after cleaning up.

Lynn found himself increasingly puzzled.

Frankly, he had no idea what Yveste had gone through over the past few days.

Yet her overly gentle and unusually calm behavior suggested some shift in her mindset.

It was hard to tell whether this change was for better or worse.

What was her ultimate goal? Did she truly just want him to recall their past?

But memory wasn’t like math—if you didn’t know it, no amount of effort or determination would help.

Lynn didn’t have a better solution.

For now, all he could do was leave things to time.

He was anxious about missing key events if they couldn’t return to the capital before the Autumn Hunt. Skipping such a pivotal chapter of the story would lead to countless complications for everyone involved.

Still, he understood that Yveste’s issue was the most pressing concern.

If her instability wasn’t resolved, everything would inevitably spiral into chaos sooner or later.

Time continued to pass.

How many days had it been? Four? Five? More?

Lynn had no idea. Confined to the bed and unable to move, he’d lost all sense of time.

A normal person might have already broken down.

But Lynn, ever adaptable, distracted himself with elaborate fantasies to endure the boredom.

Even so, he felt like a taut string on the verge of snapping, nearing some unknown breaking point.

He thought the dull monotony would drag on indefinitely.

But that afternoon, a sudden change occurred.

“B-Bad guy?”

Hearing a familiar voice by his ear, Lynn felt something soft and furry nudge against him.

What? How is she here?

Surprised, he stirred slightly.

After the black cat, Afia, pulled the gag from his mouth, Lynn took a deep breath before speaking. “Why are you here?”

His current state was humiliating, and he didn’t want anyone to see him like this.

But Afia didn’t seem to care. Instead, she licked his cheek lightly with her tongue.

“I’m here to set you free.”

With a string of cold keys in her mouth, the little black cat padded to the shackle binding his right wrist and fiddled with it until it clicked open.

Feeling the sudden freedom in his arm, Lynn almost let out a cheer.

After days spent in the same position, his shoulder and wrist were stiff, and he winced as he stretched his joints.

As Afia moved to unlock the remaining restraints, Lynn gently patted her head.

“I appreciate the thought,” he said hoarsely, “but if you let me go now, Her Highness will punish you harshly.”

Knowing Yveste, Lynn was certain that even Afia wouldn’t escape severe consequences.

Afia’s eyes flashed with frustration. “B-But if you stay here any longer, Her Highness will drive you insane!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile,” Lynn replied calmly. “But there is something… I need you to do.”

“Re-lock this shackle,” he instructed, raising his freed wrist. “But leave it unlatched so I can release myself when needed.”

“And one more thing…”

As he whispered his plan, Afia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Will this really work?” she asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know,” Lynn said, rotating his stiff shoulder. “But it’s the only option I have left.”

Truthfully, that wasn’t entirely accurate.

If this plan failed, there was one last, desperate measure he could take.

But even Lynn didn’t know how that would unfold—or what consequences it might bring.

Hopefully, it won’t come to that, he thought grimly.

“Time to eat.”

In the evening, Yveste’s gentle voice accompanied the sound of the door opening.

But as she stepped inside and took in the scene before her, she froze.

Lynn, who should have been shackled hand and foot to the bed, had somehow freed his right arm. His calm gaze met hers.

“Your Highness,” he said, his tone measured. “Shall we talk?”

Lynn spoke slowly.

“...”

Without a word, Yveste set the tray of food down on the floor.

“The chain is loose,” she remarked softly as she began wheeling herself toward him, ignoring his protest. “Don’t be afraid, let your master hold you.”

She gently opened her arms, as though she wanted to comfort him with an embrace.

Seeing this, Lynn sighed lightly.

It was clear that in her current state, normal conversation was no longer an option.

Feeling her tender gaze upon him, he didn’t lean into her arms. Instead, he slowly raised his freed right hand, revealing what he had been holding in his palm.

“Your Highness, don’t come any closer,” Lynn said, his tone suddenly more serious. “As you can see, this is a vial of Water Ghost Toxin Extract. A single drop is enough to cause cardiac arrest and death within a minute for a normal person.”

“If you continue to ignore my words, I won’t hesitate to drink every last drop.”

As he spoke, he uncorked the vial and brought it closer to his lips.

“...”

Yveste stopped.

But for some reason, an odd glint flickered in her crimson eyes.

“You... want to die again?” she asked, her tone strangely peculiar, as though she had witnessed this scene before.

Lynn, however, had no memory of it.

Hearing her words, a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

But at this point, there was no turning back.

“That’s right,” Lynn said softly. “If the alternative is to be treated like an animal, stripped of even the basic right to control my own life, then I’d rather die.”

Yveste was silent for a moment before speaking again.

“This vial… Afia must have smuggled it to you, didn’t she?”

“...”

Lynn didn’t answer, but his furrowed brows betrayed him.

“She’s my subordinate,” Yveste said, her crimson eyes glinting coldly. “Biting the hand that feeds her... such disobedience must be punished.”

“And why do you think I didn’t notice what she was doing?”

For the first time, a hint of astonishment appeared in Lynn’s eyes. He glanced at the vial in his hand, as though realizing something.

“The vial in your hand is an antidote,” Yveste said calmly, pulling out another vial from her sleeve. “The real Water Ghost Toxin Extract is here with me.”

She uncorked the vial slowly.

“You—”

Lynn’s eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, he tried to stop her, but with only one hand free and the distance between them too great, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as she tipped the contents of the vial into her mouth.

“Cough... cough...”

Within moments, her complexion turned pale.

“You may want to die, but I don’t want to let you die,” she said with a soft laugh. “If that’s the case, then there’s only one solution.”

“The one causing you pain... is me. If I die, you might finally be free, right?”

She remained seated in her wheelchair at a distance, her white hair and bloodless face lending her an air of fragility.

Yet, despite her weakened appearance, she smiled faintly, quietly watching him.

“You’re f***ing crazy!” Lynn growled, trying to break free from his shackles. But all he managed was to deepen the cuts on his wrists, drawing fresh blood.

Logically, a Sixth-Rank Demigod’s body shouldn’t succumb to something like Water Ghost Toxin.

But given the sheer volume she had consumed, combined with her current condition, Lynn couldn’t be sure how far her recovery had progressed.

Just as he was about to scream for help, Yveste raised a pale finger to her lips, gesturing for silence.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, a sly smile gracing her pallid features. “It seems like you don’t actually want me to die, hmm?”

“If that’s the case, I’ll let you make the choice.”

With that, she lightly tossed a key onto the bed.

“Two options.”

“First, unlock your chains and leave the estate without looking back. Although your departure will make your master very sad, it can’t be helped.”

“Second...” Her crimson eyes gleamed strangely. “Use the antidote in your hand to save me.”

“But there’s a condition.”

She tapped a slender finger against her lips, her voice soft and almost playful.

“You have to feed it to me… with your mouth.”

“...”

Lynn stared silently at the key lying on the bed, his thoughts unreadable.

Lynn paused briefly before slowly picking up the key. He unlocked the shackles on his wrists and ankles one by one.

Under Yveste’s expectant gaze, he jumped off the bed and began walking toward her while pouring the liquid from the vial into his mouth.

Seeing this, she happily opened her arms, ready to welcome her little pup into her embrace.

A bit of affection between a master and her pet, she had read in books, could strengthen their bond.

However, what greeted Yveste was not the gentle reunion she imagined.

Instead, Lynn firmly gripped her slender shoulders, pushing her back against the wheelchair. Like a conqueror asserting his dominance, he cupped her chin with force.

What followed was a fervent entanglement.

Moments later, Lynn lifted his head, a thin silver strand trailing between them.

Yveste’s chest heaved as she gasped for air, her crimson eyes wide with astonishment. She hadn’t expected such a bold reaction. Unconsciously, her pale, delicate fingers tightened into fists.

“You don’t need to test me with such methods,” Lynn said softly, his gaze steady as he looked at her stunned expression. “No matter what, I won’t leave your side. Your safety will always be my top priority.”

At this moment, the string that had been tightly wound within Lynn over the past few days finally snapped. He had reached his breaking point, unable to endure the madness surrounding Yveste any longer.

“Make no mistake—this is the truth.”

Crouching before her wheelchair, Lynn tilted his head up to meet her gaze.

For some reason, an unfamiliar unease began to rise in Yveste’s heart.

Lynn’s expression was unnervingly calm, like the eerie stillness before a storm.

What… was he planning to do?

Sensing Yveste’s instinctive urge to avert her gaze, Lynn smiled faintly. “It’s uncanny.”

“You’re so similar.”

“Not just in appearance but in other ways as well.”

“Although you’ve never asked where I went during that time, as your subordinate, I think I owe you an explanation.”

“You…”

Yveste’s heart raced in her chest.

But instead of joy, what filled her was a suffocating sense of dread.

“Your Highness.” Lynn’s voice was low as he looked into her vivid red eyes. “During that month I disappeared, I was with you the entire time.”

“Except… it was the future version of you.”

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