The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

"The Twin Love Potion, a magical potion that relaxes your body and soul, transforming all perceptions into positive, pleasurable feedback. If pleasurable feelings are already present, the emotions will spread through the interaction of perceptions." Hestia chuckled softly. "But since we're not moth cultivators, the effectiveness will be reduced... I'd like to pierce your ears. What do you think, puppy Aphra?"

"Shameless bitch, you can use me as a toy for your own amusement. This only makes me think you are hateful and pathetic, unworthy of true love." Aphra sneered, "Do you need me to teach you how to torture others?"

"No, of course not."

Hestia took out the leather hood, which was the outline of a dog's head. A metal bit hung on the protruding face, one end of which was connected to the reins. The ears had been modified, and the drooping shape just matched the structure of the dark elves.

The princess put the mask on the dark elf and gently covered the eyes. "Are you still getting used to it, little Aphra?"

"Childish, even the Celestial Dragons can play such childish tricks?" Aphra sneered.

"Oh, but I like it."

Hestia pulled the reins, forcing the dark elf's neck back, and after testing her strength, she folded her limbs and bent them upright.

"Will it hurt?" the princess asked gently.

"Hmph." Aphra snorted without saying anything.

"Very 'pleasant', right?" Hestia chuckled. "Don't treat this as an illusion. This won't cause you any real pain or harm. Have you heard of the 'Path of Adaptation'?"

"Moth Cultivator." A suppressed moan came from under the dog's head.

"Indeed, some moth cultivators who pursue nature have developed a path of adaptation, allowing them to evolve their bodies and souls when necessary, making them more adaptable to external influences. Therefore, your pleasure doesn't come from the illusion of pain being masked, but rather, to eliminate pain, your muscles and nerves have autonomously adjusted to conform to the postures that originally caused discomfort."

"How come you are so skilled at moth-cultivating things?" The dark elf gritted his teeth, trying to shake off his comfortable perception.

"It's just a trivial piece of knowledge. Aren't you a dark elf known for your wisdom and conspiracy? Guess what I will do next?"

"Humph."

"To dress up my puppy, of course—"

"You, you, you, you! What are you doing!" Feeling something strange and surprising, Aphra turned her head away in horror. However, under the cover of the hood, her vision was pitch black, and her perception became increasingly stronger.

That is……

Tail.

The tail is connected to the stem, like a line of fish.

The princess straddled her new mount and pulled the reins. "Now, let's go for a stroll in the back mountains."

"You, dream, dream."

Intense shame and disgust swirled in her heart. Not only would Aphra not admit defeat, her resistance became even stronger.

"You think...I will give in to desire?"

"Isn't it? How embarrassing is it to be a puppy for a noble dragon?"

"You're dreaming! Bitch! You're dreaming!" A hysterical cry suddenly erupted from under the hood. "You defiled me, and you thought I would give up my purity like a shameless bitch?!"

"Wouldn't you like a more pleasant posture?" asked Hestia.

"I'll kill you."

Aphra's reaction made Hestia feel a little regretful.

Desire fights and fails.

Volume 2: Bird in a Cage: 89. Blood Feud

The battle of desire failed.

Sure enough, no matter how much you tease someone you don’t like, you will never like them.

But the princess never thought of using gentle love to influence her. Desire was just an insignificant episode in her taming of the vicious dog.

Hestia also used the potion of love, but she did so not only to share the joy, but also to feel Aphra's hatred more deeply.

Torture and humiliation would make the dark elf feel painful and ashamed, but it would be difficult for her to be convinced.

Perhaps, taming the dark elves, especially the noble ones, is an impossible task.

Hestia had been thinking about this for more than half a month and had a clue about it - the hatred of the dark elves was the reason for her rebelliousness, but it could also be her biggest flaw.

"If you kill me, you will die too."

Hestia lay on the purple puppy's back, twirling her long tail, and the roaring wolfhound suddenly whimpered.

"Damn, hahahaha, ridiculous, hiss... not enough, come again, bitch nest! Bitch nest! Bitch nest!" Aphra cursed in self-abandonment, "Keep going, if you don't want to please me, then serve me quickly! Hiss, you're such a good dog, you just do whatever I tell you to... yeah!"

Hestia let go of the tail speechlessly. The spirit of the dark elves was extremely tough. If they were allowed to adapt and completely abandon all sense of shame, it would be difficult to end well.

The princess turned around and lazily lay on the leather saddle, her delicate hands aimlessly growing on the overhanging sky. "Aren't you curious about what I've discovered since I last came to see you?"

Aphra pursed her lips and said nothing.

Then the princess said to herself, "With the True Spirits changing positions and the Sky Night in power, there must have been a major shake-up within the Dark Elves. The High Priests who once followed the Hidden Spirit Branch must be having a hard time, right?"

Noticing Aphra's delicate body tremble slightly, Hestia knew she had guessed right.

This is actually not difficult.

Historically, the Dark Elves of the Dream Spirits followed the Path of Wisdom and Wisdom, with the Hidden Spirit Branch as their leader, walking in the shadows of wisdom and conspiracy. However, in the game version, the Dark Elves appear on the stage of conflict as the Path of Void Silence. The princess would never believe that there wasn't a bloody power struggle involved.

But the rise of one path doesn't necessarily mean the others must be annihilated. If Hestia were in his shoes, she'd likely resort to a "Little Ming Emperor Falling into the Water" scenario to eliminate any obstacles to unification.

Aphra must have a crucial position in the Dark Elf Kingdom, otherwise it would not be enough to explain why such a noble family with a distinguished heritage would be stranded outside.

"The Imperial Falcon is really good at telling stories. So what if it is true, and so what if it isn't?" Aphra said with a forced smile. She lifted her tail again and her beautiful neck immediately stood up.

Hestia played with the dog and whipped it hard, but it didn't bring severe pain, but a perverse sense of pleasure.

"Bitch!" Aphra gritted her teeth. Anyone who was caught off guard like this would feel ashamed.

"You should say thank you, Master, for your love. Of course, we can take things slowly," Hestia said. "How strange! I have no grudge against you, yet you'd rather spare those who expelled you than fight me to the death. What's your logic?" Then, she nuzzled into the purple-skinned puppy's drooping ears and let out a warm, delicate cry. "What's wrong with being the princess's puppy? You serve me today, and tomorrow I'll make you the queen of the dark elves."

"..."

"Are you tempted?" The princess once again aroused Aphra's desire, but all she could sense was hatred.

"Don't you think such words are ridiculous? How could a scoundrel like you say that!" The dark elf laughed absurdly, awestruck, and hysterically. "As far as I can remember, there hasn't been a single day without wandering. For a thousand days and nights, ten thousand days and nights, all we've done is migrate, migrate, migrate! We've fought demons in the icy wasteland, competed with barbarians, and gnawed at the flesh of the Ross raiders. But this isn't the most terrifying thing. Do you know what the most terrifying thing is?"

"Is it that the Imperial Expeditionary Force went on an outing in the North and captured two dark elves to barbecue?"

"..." Aphra was stunned for a moment, then roared, "Yes! You massacred the unarmed, you cruelly tortured the elderly and babies, you drove the dark elves like livestock! And I am just running away, I am always running away, I can only run away! It is you, you caused the dark elves to destroy their country and clan, it is you who broke up my family, my mother and father, my friends, if you are not false gods, you are only worthy of bowing your heads at the feet of the dark night -"

"Tsk..." Hestia couldn't help but say, "Sorry, I just couldn't help it, I'm sorry, hahahahahaha... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you guys are really miserable, hahaha..."

"...Go to hell." Aphra said.

"You deserve it," Hestia said lazily, wiping her eyes and playing with the delicate, bright purple body. "The empire is at best just imitating the history of the dark elves."

"Yes, we deserve it. You can kill me, but that's the fate of losers." Aphra tensed, as if trying to suppress her anger. "But sooner or later, you will meet the same fate as me, Hestia Lorraine Heberus. I curse you and your empire!"

"Wrong." Hestia shook her head and played with the dark elf's ears again. "What do the sins of the empire have to do with me? If you like, I can still be named Manluo. I know that dark elf females are very strong. If you show consideration, I will allow you to be strong once a week. What do you think?"

"Dream on! Wasn't what I said clear enough? You won, but you...don't even think about..."

With a "click", Aphra felt a slight itch at the base of her ear.

No, it wasn't supposed to be an itch, it was supposed to be a sting, her ears—

"Does it look good?"

Hestia removed the mask that blocked Aphra's vision, took out a small mirror, and reflected the tear-stained face of the dark elf.

Her once flawless, pointed, and delicate ear was now oozing with blood, and a strand of silver hair had been woven into a needle, piercing her cartilage.

In the culture of the dark elves, only those who have a spouse will pierce their ears as decorations.

Although dark elves do not have a monogamous culture like most elves, this does not prevent the oath from being sacred and inviolable.

Especially since Aphra Manro had such clean ears, she was not so distraught even when they were defiled by the princess.

But all the madness seemed extremely calm at this moment, and the dark elf seemed to have lost his soul and stood frozen in place.

"Afra puppy?"

Hestia asked with a smile.

no respond.

"Aphra?"

The princess changed her tone to a delicate one.

quietly.

"Even if you close your mind, I will pull you out and kill your brother and sister in front of you, okay?"

Finally, Aphra responded, her eyes refocusing: "Go to hell."

"Don't you care about your family?" Hestia asked with a smile.

She had no idea if the elf had any brothers or sisters.

Judging from her tone, this guy's mother and father were likely roasted by the Empire. Since she's the eldest sister, she's likely the eldest of the family. Otherwise, even if Little Ming Wang fell into the water, she wouldn't have fallen on her. Even if she had an older sister, she would definitely not escape the fate of being easily dissolved in water. She would still be the oldest.

This dark elf seems to be a sentimental person. If he still has any concerns, they can only be his younger family members.

As for couples?

Glancing at her newly stained ear, Hestia felt that Aphra was not yet ready for a relationship.

"If they die, that's their fate." Aphra closed her eyes, the twisted tear marks like a painful painting. "Are you satisfied, Celestial Dragon? What do you want next? Torture me, possess me? Come on, you've already done it, haven't you?"

There was no sincerity in the dark elf's voice. In that icy cold tone, there was only hatred that would destroy the family and the clan, and would last until death.

When she lets go of her personal integrity and self-respect, only the soul of revenge will remain in that body.

“But not completely.”

Hestia whispered.

"?"

"Hehe, can you order the Celestial Dragons around whenever you want?" Hestia patted the dark elf's face, rolled over, and said, "Let's go."

Leaving now?

Aphra was in a trance. She wanted to chase after it, but its curled-up posture with folded joints made it look as ugly as a lame dog.