A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 25

[Vol. 3] Chapter 25: Lightweight Drinker

The room was quiet, as if one could hear the slightest sound, even a dropped needle. This made Ifia even more anxious, her thoughts running wild and escalating rapidly. If Princess Sissi had taken Amelia away without anyone knowing…

At this moment, Ifia completely forgot about Amelia’s strength, only feeling worried about her. In the midst of her restless thoughts, Ifia took a few unsteady steps, frantically searching for Amelia’s figure with a nervous expression.

However, just as Ifia was about to stomp her foot in frustration, she suddenly noticed someone on the bed where the thin gauze canopy was laid. Could it be Amelia?

Ifia quickly approached, lifting the canopy with one hand, and there she saw Amelia lying on the bed. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face slightly flushed, lying in a neat posture with hands folded on her abdomen, like a sleeping beautiful princess.

Her long silver hair spread out, resembling a delectable offering on an altar. She was dressed in a cool black nightgown, and even though her sleeping position was modest, the hem of the gown was still curled up, exposing a pair of fair and slender legs.

Phew! Turns out she was just asleep.

She was truly on the verge of scaring her to death!

Upon seeing that everything was fine with Amelia, Ifia immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, looking at Amelia peacefully sleeping, she thought about how she had given up lying flat on the bed just to remind her. For a moment, she made a displeased hum and then her obsidian-like eyes turned.

Suddenly, a plan formed in her mind.

(//•/w/•//)

Instead of leaving immediately, Ifia picked something from the dressing table nearby. After grabbing some eyebrow-drawing tools, she took off her shoes and sneakily climbed onto the bed.

Although she didn’t have any malicious intent to wake up the sleeping person, it didn’t stop her from playing a little prank. Carefully, she approached Amelia.

Up close, she observed Amelia who was sleeping without her usual sharp and cold demeanor. Her eyebrows were relaxed, and it seemed like she was having a good dream, causing a slight smile to appear on her lips.

Her stunning appearance was even more radiant, like a beautiful poppy tempting someone to fall into an endless abyss. Truly, she was always stunning, no matter when!

Ifia leaned over next to Amelia, gazing at her incredibly beautiful face. The “fangirl” attribute surfaced, and suddenly she couldn’t bear to play the prank with the eyebrow pencil she had in her hand.

Originally, she had planned to draw tiger whiskers on Amelia’s face…

The plan was interrupted, and Ifia was a bit annoyed with herself, unwilling to leave easily. Maintaining her position leaning over, she lifted her hand, playing with Amelia’s silver hair. As she coiled a strand that seemed to gleam between her fingertips, the delicate touch made her feel a tingling sensation.

At this moment, there was no one around. She quietly gave her a peck, it should be fine, right? In everyday life, Amelia had kissed her many times, so returning the favor was just a matter of reciprocity.

Ifia looked at the sleeping Amelia, feeling a mischievous impulse. Just as she was about to act on it, unexpectedly, Amelia suddenly turned over, directly pressing her down.

It wasn’t a literal pressing down, but her hands were tightly bound, making it difficult to break free. It was a sudden and unexpected move.

Ifia was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized the situation. She tentatively tried to move her body. The next moment, Amelia’s hands tightened even more, as if holding a doll, making an effort to pull her closer.

She murmured, “Cutie, you’re mine.”

With Amelia’s movements, Ifia had no resistance at all and was directly pressed into her embrace. The cool black nightgown had a deep V-neck design, causing a tumultuous wave that couldn’t be restrained.

Ifia, whose head was forcefully pressed, felt like she was about to lose her breath! Desperate, and no longer concerned about anything else, she lightly bit down.

The snowy white waves felt like soft dough, and as she took a small bite, her tongue could sense a delicate texture. However, the teeth left a red mark on the chest, yet it didn’t awaken Amelia.

Fortunately, Amelia’s restraint loosened a bit, allowing Ifia to lift her head to breathe fresh air, preventing her from suffocating in the surging waves.

Thank goodness! If she were to die from suffocation due to a buried chest, that would be too embarrassing!

Because of the severe lack of oxygen just now, Ifia continued to pant heavily. It was unclear whether it was because the room was too quiet, but her panting sounded particularly clear, seemingly carrying a hint of a unique, flavorful atmosphere.

Apart from the rapid panting sounds, Ifia’s chest also moved significantly, constantly rubbing against Amelia. At first, Ifia was too focused on catching her breath to notice. When she had recovered a bit, she realized the awkward position.

Uh, this… this is quite intimate!

/(//•/w/•//)/

In an instant, Ifia’s face turned extremely red, as if steam was rising from the top of her head. The redness quickly spread to her ears and neck. She immediately began to struggle, eager to break free from the overly intimate position. However, Amelia’s strength was too great, and Ifia’s struggles were as futile as a mantis trying to shake a tree. It was utterly useless! Instead, she ended up exhausting herself!

Upon realizing that her feeble strength couldn’t push Amelia away, Ifia decided to give up. Frustrated, she lay under Amelia, almost overwhelmed by the sweet fragrance and the scent of alcohol emanating from Amelia… Wait a minute! Is this the smell of alcohol? No wonder Amelia, who is usually alert, is now so sluggish!

This time, the royal banquet of the Taric Kingdom included not only tea and fruit juice but also the indispensable alcoholic beverages. Unlike the many sweet fruit wines in the Sith Empire, Taric Kingdom’s alcoholic beverages had a high level of spiciness and were easier to get drunk on.

Ifia had never liked drinking in her past life, so after taking a tentative sip, she immediately made a bitter face and quickly pushed the wine glass away. Her cautious attitude caught Amelia’s attention, and it was because of this that Amelia drank the entire glass of wine that Ifia had tasted.

She didn’t even blink during the process, as if she were drinking water! Ifia couldn’t help but admire her.

As a result…

Ifia widened her eyes, looking at Amelia, who still had her eyes closed, and thought, drinking alcohol can really cause trouble!

Thought Amelia had a good tolerance for alcohol, but turns out, in reality, she’s a lightweight drinker!

“Amelia, I never thought you’d get drunk!”

After learning that Amelia was intoxicated, Ifia no longer had to worry about waking her up. Following Amelia’s usual habit, she raised her hand and pinched her cheek. It felt as if she had suddenly become a jubilant servant singing a song.

The delicate touch of Amelia’s fair and smooth skin was delightful, and Ifia found herself getting addicted to playing with it. Eventually, she decided to lift both hands and cup Amelia’s cheeks, gently pressing or kneading them.

She watched Amelia’s beautiful face make various cute expressions, and unable to resist, Ifia leaned in for a quick ‘peck’ directly on Amelia’s lips.

Afterward, as if a prince had awakened Sleeping Beauty with a kiss, Amelia slowly opened her eyes. Her purple eyes sparkled, as if they held the entire starry sky within them.

As Amelia focused her gaze on Ifia, it felt as if Ifia were the only person drifting in a purple ocean. She was Amelia’s only one.

Ifia, accidentally lured, fell into a bewildering and chaotic abyss. Fortunately, she managed to grab onto a nearby stone and struggled to climb back up.

Shaking her head, Ifia reminded herself to stay composed. Looking at Amelia’s hazy purple eyes, she tentatively asked, “Amelia, are you okay?”

Hearing Ifia’s words, Amelia tilted her head, then raised the corners of her mouth and closed her eyes again. At the same time, she mischievously reached out and grabbed Ifia’s slender waist. With a quick flip, they changed positions, with Ifia on top and Amelia underneath, Ifia sitting astride her.

The advantage of changing positions was that it prevented anyone from being pressed and unable to breathe. However, Amelia still controlled Ifia’s body, unwilling to let go easily.

Ifia looked down at Amelia’s face, knowing that she had not fully sobered up from the intoxication, yet she wasn’t truly asleep either. So, she decided to have a conversation with the drunk Amelia, hoping she might foolishly let go.

Thinking about this, Ifia lifted her hand and gently patted Amelia’s face, earnestly saying, “Amelia, you’re drunk, can you let go of me now?”

However, what Ifia hoped for and what happened in practice turned out to be quite challenging.

Having a conversation with a drunk person was like talking to a wall.

“Invite me to eat?”

“No, it’s about letting go of your hand!”

“I’m already full, don’t want to eat anymore.”

“Let go, let go, let go! It’s not about eating!”

After this futile attempt at communication, Ifia decided to give up. It was too difficult!

(???)

Trying to escape from Amelia’s restraint seemed like an impossible task. So, there was no point in struggling further. She could just sleep here. However, in this position… she couldn’t possibly sleep on top of Amelia!

As she contemplated how to sleep in this situation, her uncontrolled thoughts began to recall the softness of the waves on Amelia’s chest and the sensation…

Ah, stop this nonsense!

She forcefully brought her thoughts back to the practical issue at hand. While Ifia pondered how to manage sleeping in this predicament, Amelia, who had closed her eyes earlier, suddenly opened them. Her gaze was clear, devoid of the intoxicated and hazy look she had displayed moments ago.

This act of pretending to be drunk was impromptu, initially intended to amuse Ifia. However, thinking back to a month ago, after playing a game of truth or dare, the intoxicated Ifia had been quite provocative.

Now it was her turn.

At this moment, observing Ifia’s cute and perplexed face, Amelia raised an eyebrow and immediately guessed what was bothering her. They had spent over a month on the ship, and although Ifia had not suffered any discomfort in terms of food and lodging, she still needed proper rest.

Therefore, Amelia didn’t want to make things difficult for Ifia. However, before letting go, she wanted to gain some benefits.

“#&*….. want…..&*……”

“What?”

While Ifia was still pondering, she heard Amelia murmuring to herself. Because the voice was too soft to be heard clearly, Ifia lowered her body in confusion, preparing to lean towards Amelia’s shoulder to try to catch what she was saying.

Just as Ifia bent down, Amelia suddenly released her grip. Just when Ifia was surprised, Amelia’s hands, which were initially let go, lifted again. However, this time, they didn’t rest on Ifia’s waist. Instead, they accurately hooked around Ifia’s neck, pulling her closer. Finally, Ifia could hear clearly.

“Dessert after dinner…..Hmm, I want to…..”

“…(eat)…you…..”

As Amelia’s red lips approached, the word ‘eat’ in her mouth was swallowed down. Instead, her tongue skillfully moved like a nimble snake, leaving Ifia wide-eyed in shock.