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A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Warning: 1. MC is a mad hound. 2. The story is R-17.99 as the title suggests. —————— Ansel of Hydral, the Empire's most notorious villain, devours a peculiar being known as a "Traveller". In doing so, he glimpses a future of despair, a foreordained future featuring a war-god who can shatter armies, a saint bearing great sins, a mage discerning the truth, and a heroine of unassailable morality... These formidable "she" would destroy his family, his empire, everything he holds dear. Upon truly recognizing the cruelty and weight of fate, Ansel has an epiphany. "If the Empire requires reform, then there is no need for a so-called protagonist. Armed with this knowledge, I can effect change far more efficiently." "And as for you, the world's chosen ones..." "If destiny dictates that you cannot be obliterated, then I have no option but to make you fall... fall with me to the very end of the abyss." In essence, this is a tale of a villain rebelling against fate, taming the chosen daughters of heaven, all while orchestrating a transformative revolution in the world. ————— Harem No yuri

POWER_ · Fantasy
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767 Chs

In Ravenna's Eyes

Though Ansel had placed her on par with Seraphina, the magnanimous Miss Ravenna didn't mind too much. Given her character, she would consider it beneath her to compete with Seraphina. 

Ansel's words held truth as well: "To defeat fate, everything can be sacrificed." The demonic barrier that had plunged Ansel into extreme evil and the abyss had been broken by her. His heart had grown more complete, making it far more difficult for future challengers to sway him or evoke feelings of "love".

Lacking Seraphina's rare single-mindedness and the deep bond she shared with Ansel, huh, how could anyone hope to tame him? 

The thought that she might have inadvertently locked the door while taming Ansel made even the seldom-arrogant Miss Ravenna feel a surge of pride.

To say she didn't mind women constantly flocking to Ansel would be a lie. Though Ravenna wasn't overly concerned with such matters, love without a hint of possessiveness cannot truly be called love.