Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 32: You Must Properly Repay Her Highness

Under Lynn’s piercing gaze, Rhine was utterly defeated.

There was nothing he could do. Killing Lynn wasn’t an option, and his own life was firmly in Lynn’s hands.

The hatred Rhine had harbored toward Lynn turned into confusion, then terror and regret.

If only I hadn’t provoked him that night. If only I had just led him to pick out his weapons quietly. If only...

But in life, “if only” is nothing more than a fantasy.

Pale-faced and trembling, Rhine gritted his teeth. “...Just do it!”

Lynn frowned in confusion. “Do what? I’m not gay.”

I’M NOT GAY EITHER! Rhine stumbled, nearly fainting.

Lynn studied him for a moment before speaking. “Fine. Even though we’ve both wanted to kill each other, I’ll give you a chance out of respect for Her Highness.”

“Leave the cellar right now, return to the manor, and tell everyone you see: ‘I’m not gay. I was forced by Lynn.’”

Rhine’s body stiffened, and he looked up in disbelief. Could this be... a truce?

Just as a glimmer of hope appeared, Lynn grinned wickedly and continued:

“...But actually, I’m into bestiality.”

“Oh, and as always—make sure you’re completely naked.”

Rhine’s faint hope crumbled into despair.

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“About that matter, I’ll question you properly next time,” Lynn said to the sycophantic puppet as he left the containment room.

Not long after, he ran into Milanie in the corridor.

Leaning nonchalantly against the wall, Milanie greeted him with a knowing smile.

“Morning, beautiful lady,” Lynn quipped with a whistle.

Milanie shook her head. “You really have a twisted sense of humor.”

Recalling the broken and zombie-like state Rhine had been in, she couldn’t help but sigh.

Lynn wasn’t cruel by nature, but his antics were certainly... unconventional.

“I’ve got an experiment to conduct soon, so I won’t keep you. But you’d better drop by my lab later to check for any side effects from the last trial,” she said offhandedly.

“Of course,” Lynn replied with a nod, though internally he groaned.

The last thing I want is for Milanie or Yveste to figure out I’ve been faking it. Why would I risk walking into their lairs?

Leaving the cellar, Lynn soon spotted Afia pacing nearby, visibly annoyed.

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After leaving Yveste’s study, Afia had stealthily made her way to the cellar.

Her natural curiosity compelled her to see how Lynn would handle the predicament.

Despite her lingering annoyance with him, she couldn’t resist getting involved.

Sneaking down the stairs, she froze when a naked blond man stumbled toward her.

Who?!

Afia’s body tensed, and she instinctively shifted into her sword-backed dragon form.

Under the dim light, she recognized Rhine.

Her dislike for him was well-founded, but her allegiance to Yveste and the Augusta family had kept her from acting on it.

Now that she knew he was a streaking homosexual, her disdain grew.

As a believer in Fertility, Afia’s faith revolved around the duality of male and female, with strict adherence to heterosexual norms. In her sect, homosexuality was a grave taboo, punishable by death.

Still, Afia wasn’t interested in judging Rhine’s preferences—so long as he didn’t involve her.

Just as she was about to flee the awkward encounter, Rhine’s hoarse voice rang out:

“I’m not gay. I was forced by Lynn...”

Hmm?

Afia’s ears perked up in alarm. What’s he trying to do?

Before she could react further, Rhine continued:

“...Actually, I’m into bestiality.”

...WHAT?!

Afia’s fur bristled as fury consumed her. With a swipe of her paw, she sent Rhine flying out of the cellar.

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“Oh, look who it is—little Blackie! How’ve you been—ow, ow, ow!”

Before Lynn could finish teasing the small black cat perched by the path, Afia pounced.

She latched onto the back of his head with all four paws and bit down hard.

This jerk!

First that stunt at the tavern, and now this! He just loves tormenting me!

Afia was convinced Rhine’s behavior had been Lynn’s doing—and she wasn’t wrong.

The petite cat clung stubbornly to Lynn’s head as if glued there. Every attempt he made to pull her off only resulted in agonizing hair-pulling, forcing him to give up.

Resigned, Lynn trudged toward the manor with Afia still latched onto his head like a bizarre accessory.

The sunlight filtering through the trees made him squint, but his stroll was interrupted by a voice.

“What’s with the... situation?” Greya asked, stepping out from the shadows with a bewildered expression.

Lynn shook his head, the movement making Afia’s tail sway like a ribbon. “Walk and talk.”

“Walk and talk?!” Greya looked horrified. “You have no idea! My brother just went completely insane! Naked, he ran up to me saying he was into bestiality. Ugh... The implications are horrifying!”

Hearing “bestiality,” Afia bit down even harder.

“Impressive, huh? That was my doing,” Lynn said smugly.

“Y-you did that?!” Greya gawked, raising a thumb in admiration. “Lynn—no, Brother Lynn! From today onward, you’re my sworn brother! Teach me your ways!”

“Happy to oblige,” Lynn replied cheerfully.

Their conversation was interrupted by Morris, who emerged from the shadows near the manor wall. The bright sunlight had severely weakened him, making his presence seem more spectral than usual.

“Why are you lurking over there?” Lynn asked, puzzled.

“N-nothing.” Morris broke into a cold sweat at the sight of Lynn, his nerves fraying. “Her Highness asked me to remind you that she’s letting today slide. But in return, you must fulfill the task she assigned you.”

“That’s it? Got it,” Lynn said, nodding.

He was about to probe further, but Morris vanished in a blur, as though fleeing from a plague.

“That guy...” Lynn muttered, shaking his head.

Morris’s reminder jogged his memory. Yveste had indeed assigned him a task.

Turning to Greya, Lynn said, “Let’s talk about the Creationist Sect and those 300 lost lambs.”

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