Volume 2

Chapter 83 : The Wolf and the Daughter, Part Two

This was a provocation.

Although Miss Helen had no intention of provoking whatsoever, in Hitana’s eyes, this was nothing short of pure provocation.

You shorty with just a bit more flesh on your rear, all you can think of is using such crooked tactics!

To… to actually use such a shameless address to call Anselm!

She stared fiercely at Helen, who sat obediently, and said word by word: “Get up!”

Miss Helen paid her no mind, instead turning to look at her “father.”

Anselm smiled and gently patted her slender waist.

The “daughter,” who was five years older than Anselm, quietly got off his lap.

“Hit.” Anselm leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand.

“You seem to really dislike Helen.

Can you tell me why?”

Hitana said nothing.

She strode forward in two steps, first casting an arrogant glance at Helen beside her, using her gaze to highlight the height difference between them.

Then, with a light hum, she plopped directly onto Anselm’s lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and smugly wiggled her perky, soft rear.

But Helen showed no sign of displeasure.

She simply gazed quietly at Anselm’s profile, her dull purple eyes unable to contain anything else.

This disregard only made Hitana feel a surge of frustration, completely failing to vent the anger she felt moments ago.

The wolf miss fell silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned her face close to Anselm’s.

Her pink tongue touched his lips, then boldly and nimbly slipped in like a snake.

While savoring the warm, wet entanglement that made her body go soft, she glanced at Helen standing nearby with her peripheral vision.

You little wildcat, just watch from the sidelines—

“Waaahhh!”

Hitana abruptly pushed Anselm away, letting out a loud cry.

This was all because, the moment she glanced at Helen…

She saw Helen’s face practically pressed against their lips.

“You… what are you doing!”

Blushing furiously, her cheeks burning, Hitana looked at Helen, who was so close, and shouted: “Why are you so close!”

“Miss Hitana.” Helen’s eerie, dull purple eyes slowly shifted, landing on Hitana’s face.

“You must be trying to assert your claim over Father to me.

Why did you stop?”

“I… you… you’re staring like a ghost, how am I supposed to continue!”

“But if I’m not mistaken,” Helen said slowly, “you wanted me to watch.”

On her undeniably cute yet distinctly mature and charming face, an expression of utmost seriousness appeared:

“Please, do continue.

Let me observe closely, study…”

“How exactly to please Father.”

Miss Hitana, who had never encountered such a situation, was utterly stunned.

This… this isn’t right!

Aren’t you supposed to see me and Anselm being all lovey-dovey, realize you’ve been sidelined, and come to terms with reality?

What’s this about studying!

“You… you…”

Hitana’s mouth hung open, unable to form words for a long time.

She stared at that pretty little face for a while, then said viciously: “No way, in your dreams!”

She stood up abruptly, determined not to let Helen have her way so easily.

But with a yelp, the wolf miss found herself back on Anselm’s lap.

The young Hydra, gripping Hitana’s wrist, squinted and chuckled: “Sitting when you want, leaving when you want…”

He lightly nibbled her tender earlobe, his warm breath making Hitana’s body go utterly limp.

“Hit, since when have I been so easy to deal with?”

“An… Anselm.”

The tall wolf girl, so fierce in front of Helen, now let out a soft whimper like a puppy: “I… I was wrong, okay?

At least not… not now, later tonight… umm!”

Anselm’s hand kneaded the soft yet firm and elastic muscles of Hitana’s abdomen.

His fingertips gently prodded, the subtle force seeming to penetrate her skin, massaging some organ within.

“If you’re not willing,” Anselm, enjoying the soft fragrance in his arms, chuckled, “I could go find Marina now.

Hmm… or rather, she’d probably be a more suitable teacher to teach Helen a lot.”

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How… how did it turn into me being the one left out!

No way, I absolutely cannot be the one left watching helplessly!

A flush of red spread from Hitana’s neck to her face.

She panted softly, replying in the tiniest, weakest voice: “I… I’ll teach, I’ll teach, okay.”

“Good girl.” The wicked snake kissed the back of her neck in satisfaction.

“Then let’s start with…”

His fingertips brushed over Hitana’s lips: “Here.”

The girl froze for a moment, then her body, nearly melting into Anselm’s arms, trembled slightly.

After about three or four seconds, she covered her face with her hands, not letting Helen see her expression.

She reluctantly slid off Anselm’s lap and knelt before him…

“…” The young Hydra raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Actually, I meant starting with a kiss.”

Hitana, who had already parted Anselm’s knees and was holding them, trembled all over.

She looked up, her expression shifting from disbelief to humiliated rage.

She was about to stand when Anselm pressed her head down.

Leaning slightly forward, the Hydra propped his cheek on one hand, tilted his head, and said with a sly smile: “But starting here isn’t bad either.”

And so, Helen’s dull eyes reflected something entirely new to her.

“…”

The petite scholar, newly given life, stared intently.

After observing closely for a while, she lowered her head, measuring the distance from her abdomen to her groin, then furrowed her brow slightly.

Amid low, heavy breathing, Miss Helen leaned closer, then closer still.

At that moment, Hitana was covering the side of her face, not letting Helen see her expression.

But Helen wasn’t looking at her face—she was closely studying Hitana’s throat, which was bulging and moving.

After a few seconds, she looked up at Anselm: “Father, may I touch it?”

Hitana, still covering her face, widened her eyes, while Anselm chuckled and nodded: “Of course.”

And so, Helen’s hand rested on Hitana’s throat.

“…So hot,” she murmured softly.

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