A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 11

[Vol. 3] Chapter 11: The Mischievous Ifia

Ifia’s movements were swift, almost in the blink of an eye, she was completely naked. The white and smooth expanse of her chest rose and fell with each breath, momentarily reminding Amelia of the vivid red strawberries from the dessert after lunch—a sweet and memorable flavor.

Observing this scene, Amelia took a deep breath, making an effort to maintain a composed demeanor. However, her eyes, now completely flushed, betrayed her excitement. She was exhilarated, suppressing the demonic features from surfacing for now.

At that moment, a breeze swept in through the skylight in the ceiling, causing the flames of the lamps on the table to flicker. The shadows cast on the walls by the candlelight shimmered briefly. Eventually, the lamps succumbed, leaving the room in total darkness.

Only a faint moonlight trickled down, barely illuminating the darkness, casting everything in a hazy veil. Amelia’s crimson eyes, however, remained unaffected, allowing her to clearly see every inch of Ifia’s body.

Bathing in the sanctified moonlight, she resembled a delectable milk pudding or a trembling offering on an altar—eyes closed, head held high, waiting to be sacrificed.

Delicious!

While Amelia continued to gaze at Ifia intently.

Ifia, having joyfully discarded the restrictive clothing, let out a satisfied cheer and then promptly sat down on the bed. Her slightly disheveled black hair cascaded behind her, creating a vivid contrast of black and white in Amelia’s eyes.

In this moment, Ifia was stunningly beautiful, causing Amelia’s heart to beat faster. As Amelia, with an assertive and predatory gaze akin to an eagle eyeing its prey, focused intensely on Ifia.

Ifia’s slightly intoxicated black eyes opened. She made a considerable effort to look at what lay before her but remained in the dark due to the absence of light.

In the end, she could only raise her hands and rest them on Amelia’s shoulders, muttering, “Where is my beautiful demon?” She seemed almost ready to take the initiative to embrace.

This lack of restraint prompted Amelia to extend her hands towards Ifia. With cool fingertips, she first touched Ifia’s cheek, and as Ifia chuckled and playfully evaded, Amelia’s touch continued downward. The smooth skin captivated Amelia, and the alluring prominence of Ifia’s collarbone only added to the temptation.

Especially when Ifia, due to the comforting touch, raised her chin like a contentedly pampered cat, her slender neck was presented without any guard before Amelia’s eyes. It seemed as if one could easily grasp it, press it down beneath.

Amelia’s eyes curved with imagination, and her elongated fingers continued to slide down as she pleased. Her movements were slow and unhurried, resembling that of a pet owner teasing their pet.

However, the pet being teased was not pleased. She bit her lip as if her body, touched by feathers, was tingling with an unexplained itch. She instinctively grabbed the mischievous hand.

Then, like a sweet candy, the entire person plunged into Amelia’s embrace. With a pair of dewy black eyes no longer clear due to intoxication, she extended a hand, gently hooking Amelia’s neck, and nuzzled her cheek against Amelia’s face like a coquettish cat.

“Mmm, itchy~” Ifia said, and her other hand, instead of the gentle caress earlier, pressed down heavily, seemingly because it felt comfortable. Ifia expressed satisfaction with soft murmurs and, not forgetting to reward the hardworking Amelia, planted a kiss on her cheek.

Approaching like an unsuspecting little animal, this made Amelia somewhat bemused. Due to Ifia’s cuteness, the desire in Amelia’s ruby eyes diminished a bit.

Ifia is not an object to be casually played with. Respect is needed. So, let’s stop the inappropriate demonic desires right here!

Amelia made an effort to restrain her own nature, smiled, and then affectionately kissed Ifia’s forehead, refraining from further teasing the intoxicated Ifia.

Instead, she lifted Ifia and headed towards the bathroom. After adjusting the water temperature, Amelia placed Ifia in the bathtub and gently helped her with the cleaning. Ifia behaved quite well in the water, but she still tried to play tricks.

When Amelia turned around with the shower gel, Ifia obediently sat in the bathtub. However, one little foot tentatively extended, and the snowy, round toes lightly tickled Amelia’s waist, seemingly with a teasing meaning. But Amelia was well aware that Ifia was currently in a drunken state, and her consciousness was not clear.

With a helpless sigh, Amelia reached out to grab the mischievous foot around her waist. Instead of releasing it immediately, she lifted it higher and, bowing her head, planted a sincere kiss on the lower leg. The sensation of the lips carried a tingling feeling, making Ifia burst into giggles.

In the struggle, water splashed everywhere, dampening Amelia’s dress.

The black dress clung tightly to Amelia’s body, revealing her exquisite curves. Amelia didn’t mind that her clothes were already wet. Instead, she raised her hand to tuck a strand of silver hair behind her ear. A look of helplessness adorned her beautiful face as she lowered her gaze to the mischievous Ifia, who was going through various antics.

Now, it was time to leave the bathroom and return to bed as soon as possible. Therefore, Amelia snapped her fingers, and the clothes that were soaked a moment ago instantly became dry.

At this moment, the troublemaker Ifia also left the bathtub. After a brief drying session with a towel, Amelia specially changed her into a loose and comfortable nightgown. She also used magic to dry Ifia’s long hair. Pampered and comfortable, Ifia squinted with delight.

When she nestled into Amelia’s arms, she playfully exclaimed, “Big Sister, I love you the most!”

Hearing this title, Amelia’s steps paused, and she looked down at Ifia.

What a charming little rascal.

Amelia was already contemplating whether to occasionally indulge in some wine in the future. Ifia in her drunken state was more candid and adorable, making her want to pinch and squeeze.

Finally, after smoothly tucking Ifia into bed, Amelia rolled to the side. Ifia, with blurry drunken eyes, looked at Amelia and patted the spot beside her.

“Darling, come here quickly. If you catch me, I’ll let you hehehe.”

“……”

Watching the particularly lively Ifia after getting drunk, Amelia didn’t know what to say at this moment. She could only take off her shoes and obediently get into bed as instructed. Now that everything was settled, it was time to settle the score.

Amelia lay down beside Ifia, lifting her hands to cup Ifia’s cheeks. Her eyes, now back to their purple color, stared directly at her. Finally, she voiced the question she had been holding back all night.

“Ifia, is there someone you like on this ship?”

“What’s liking someone? Can you eat it?”

Seeing that the little tipsy Ifia didn’t understand, Amelia phrased it differently, “Why did you choose ‘punishment’ in the Truth or Dare game?”

While speaking, she emphasized the words ‘Truth or Dare’ and ‘punishment’ to help Ifia recall. This method indeed worked, as Ifia’s expression changed from confusion to sudden realization. She then nodded left and right in Amelia’s hands, and a sweet smile, revealing two adorable dimples, appeared. When those cute apricot eyes widened, there was an innocent and naive feeling.

“Because I can’t let others know that I like Amelia~”

“……”

After hearing her own name from Ifia’s mouth, Amelia’s breath hitched, feeling a complex and bittersweet sensation in her heart. Could it be that what she was thinking…

“Amelia is my best friend. If someone misunderstands my intentions towards her and Amelia distances herself from me, what should I do?”

“So, to avoid such a situation, I had to drink!”

After getting drunk, Ifia spoke clearly. If it weren’t for the drunken look on her face, it would be hard to believe that she was actually drunk. When Amelia heard Ifia mumbling about ‘best friend,’ her vigorously pounding heart returned to calm.

Best friends? As long as she could keep this little pet by her side, she was fine with that for now. Amelia sighed softly, and after getting the answer, her anger dissipated with Ifia’s response. As long as Ifia didn’t have someone she liked.

However, when Amelia released her hand from supporting Ifia’s cheek, Ifia hummed and hawed, then snuggled up. She lifted her hand and wrapped it around Amelia’s arm, speaking with a hint of grievance, “Amelia can’t dislike me!”

Seemingly reminded of something saddening, tears suddenly welled up in Ifia’s eyes. It wasn’t silent weeping or loud wailing but rather a subdued, soft sobbing between the two. Transparent tears dropped onto her arm. They were cold, but to Amelia, they felt unbearably hot.

In Amelia’s memory, she had seen countless people cry, many more pitifully than Ifia. Yet, none of them had ever made her feel this heartbroken.

Amelia raised her hand to wipe away Ifia’s tears, then embraced her, patiently comforting her with a soft voice, “I will never dislike you.”

To emphasize her sincerity, she repeated, “Never.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Ifia, how could anyone dislike you when you’re so adorable!”

“It’s not like that. The male and female leads just don’t like me, hmph. I don’t like them either. I like the villainess the most.”

Ifia in her intoxicated state was easy to placate, but as she spoke, her words became increasingly incomprehensible. Amelia didn’t take it to heart and gently patted Ifia’s back.

“So Ifia who likes Amelia the most, do you want to sleep now?”

“No!”

“?”

“Because I haven’t met the beautiful demon in the room yet.”

“……”

Amelia couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the words of this little tipsy troublemaker. She hadn’t expected that a casually made-up remark would be remembered by Ifia.

“The beautiful demon and Amelia, you can only choose one.”

” T_T “

“Crying won’t help, so which one will you choose?”

“I choose Amelia.”

Satisfied with the answer she wanted, Amelia gently smiled and coaxed Ifia to sleep. Unlike her, if Ifia continued staying up late, she would feel even worse tomorrow.

While Amelia hummed a unique melody, it seemed that after all the antics, Ifia was also tired. She obediently nestled in Amelia’s arms, her eyelids gradually sinking into darkness.

……

In the early morning, at the moment Ifia opened her eyes, the aftermath of her hangover set in. Her head felt like it was about to explode, so she quickly shut her eyes, groaning as she raised her hand to massage her temples, trying to recall what had happened last night.

She remembered Jessica asking her to accompany her for drinks to boost her courage. Then there were scenes of “Conquering the World” at the railing of the deck, a “Sudden strip” on the bed in the room, “Splashing and Playing” in the bathroom, and finally crying on the bed…

Ifia’s face showed a complex expression as she thought about how alcohol could be such a mischievous thing. Moreover, she had to get out of bed at this time, making the situation very awkward.

“Ahh, I want to leave this world!”

“Are you awake?”

However, before Ifia could indulge in her thoughts of quickly escaping this planet, the voice of Amelia, the person involved, sounded nearby.