A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 47
[Vol. 3] Chapter 47: So Smooth!
Ifia had planned well. However, when it came time to execute her plan, she realized she had overlooked something. Perhaps due to her excitement, she had forgotten that they were in a hot spring, not in a drunken state.
Amelia was very sober!
So, how could she remove the bathrobe without disturbing Amelia and successfully complete the task of honesty and openness?
Having approached Amelia quietly, Ifia suddenly found herself stumped by this question. She hesitated for a long time, unable to make a move, and frustratingly raised her hand to lightly pat her forehead. It was a clear expression of “Why am I so foolish?” with no attempt to conceal her frustration, almost causing Amelia to lose control of her expression.
Afterward, Amelia managed to suppress the smile that wanted to appear on her lips and, in a cooperative self-talk, said, “Hmm, the hot spring is very comfortable. Why hasn’t Ifia come yet? I didn’t sleep well last night, I’ll take a rest first!”
Having spoken, Amelia didn’t open her eyes but leaned backward. Inadvertently, her body turned slightly in Ifia’s direction, revealing the tied straps of the bathrobe. It seemed like a gentle tug would easily remove the bathrobe entirely. The ample curves gently swayed in the hot spring, and the slender waist beneath the bathrobe’s ties became faintly visible. A pair of highly noticeable, well-shaped legs were gracefully stretched in a comfortable pose.
It was evident that Amelia was now very relaxed, seemingly on the verge of falling asleep any moment. Seeing this scene, Ifia instinctively held her breath, and the defeated expression on her face quickly dissipated. In its place, excitement took over. Oh, she was so lucky! Why was everything going so smoothly?
She had initially thought that today’s task might not be accomplished again, but Amelia unexpectedly obediently fell asleep. Ifia, showing no signs of exposure, suppressed her excitement. She knew she had to seize the opportunity. After waiting for a few minutes and confirming that Amelia was indeed asleep, Ifia continued to approach.
Getting closer, she could see Amelia’s fair skin, now rosy from the hot spring, including her neck, which was as white as jade. It gave Ifia the impulse to lower her head and kiss. However, today’s goal was not about that. She would save it for next time!
With various thoughts in her mind, Ifia’s dark eyes showed a hint of distraction. She instinctively shook her head and silently recited ?form is emptiness?. Finally, with a trembling hand, she began untying the knots of the bathrobe.
Perhaps doing such a thing while Amelia was asleep felt too audacious for Ifia, whose mental composure wasn’t high. Consequently, she felt a bit flustered, manifesting in frequent mistakes in her movements.
Originally, the bathrobe strings that should have been easily untied became almost impossible to unravel after Ifia fiddled with them for a while.
The system, silently observing, didn’t know what to say. Should it praise the host for being bold? After all, she dared to make a move even when untying a bathrobe proved challenging. Or should it call the host timid?
She dared to mess with the Demon Lord, yet struggled with untying a bathrobe. It was fortunate that the villainess favored the host so much. Otherwise, if anyone else dared to undress the villainess, there might not be anything left afterward.
However, just untying a bathrobe for an honest meeting was proving difficult. The subsequent tasks were bound to be even more challenging!
“Phew!”
Finally managing to untie the bathrobe strings, Ifia let out a sigh of relief. It was her first attempt, and she lacked experience. She thought she’d become more adept with practice.
Next up was removing the bathrobe for a sincere encounter in the buff. Ifia, eager and enthusiastic, began the process, but she proceeded with extreme gentleness, worried about waking Amelia. Using her thumb and index finger, she delicately grasped the bathrobe strings and started pulling them downward.
Contrary to the anticipated swift descent of the bathrobe, what happened was that the bathrobe’s waistband was pulled off by Ifia. Holding the waistband in disbelief, she examined it, wondering why Amelia would wear such a thing while soaking in a hot spring. Amelia had an amazing figure, and this unnecessary waistband seemed superfluous. Moreover, the essence of hot spring bathing was comfort, and the variety of bathrobe options offered by the hot spring facility seemed overly ornate and impractical.
Initially, Ifia thought that Amelia’s bathrobe, with its open-back design, would be easy to remove. However, for some reason, Ifia had a bad feeling now. She shook her head to dispel the premonition and, taking advantage of Amelia still being asleep, continued her covert actions.
After the waistband fell off, a new bathrobe string was revealed, seemingly connected to the upper part of the bathrobe. Ifia felt that by pulling this string, she could declare victory. Amelia, in her closed-eyed nap, remained oblivious, resembling a sleeping princess awaiting a kiss. With the waistband gone, her waist was unexpectedly bare!
After removing the waistband, the bathrobe now turned into a two-piece outfit, and the short skirt didn’t cover much.
Even with the concealment of the pool water, hints of spring could be glimpsed through the refracted ripples. The reclining posture accentuated the waistline, and below that were peach-like curves. Just looking at it could make one feel heated.
Ifia’s breath began to quicken. She then chose to pause, lifting her hands to cover her eyes, feeling that this was not just about completing a task but challenging her own limits of restraint. Ah, she only wanted to complete a simple task of being honest, not undergo the numerous trials like the Monkey King on his Journey to the West!
Perhaps Ifia’s frustration was pitiable enough. After waiting for her to calm down, resuming the action became smoother and more successful. After tugging the strings, she successfully removed the upper part of the bathrobe, lifting her spirits a bit.
Then…
Ifia looked at the black lace underwear. Despite accentuating Amelia’s fair skin and complementing her alluring curves, making one almost want to have a nosebleed as a sign of respect, it also meant that the task was not yet complete. Ifia felt like she was playing a game of Russian dolls, with each layer revealing something new.
However, with only this black lace ensemble left on the upper body, Ifia refused to believe there was anything underneath! Defiantly, she raised her hand, gesturing a cheering motion in front of her chest, and then continued to try unfastening the buttons. Due to her posture, the enticing curves swayed incessantly before her eyes, distracting Ifia. Suppressing the frequent urges, she gritted her teeth and concentrated on her hand movements.
The black lace had only three buttons, and she had already undone two. Just one more to go! Success was within reach!
“Hate it, hate it, hate it! Austin, stay away from me. I don’t want to soak in the hot spring with you.”
“But I also have a hot spring VIP voucher. According to the rules, I have to come here for a soak.”
Just as Ifia, with water droplets on her nose, was about to undo the final button, a familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the hot spring. It made Ifia pause. Then, with a startled look, she opened her eyes wide and froze in place.
Damn it, this hot spring wasn’t exclusively for private use!