A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 31
[Vol. 4] Chapter 31: Colorful World
Excellent hunters often appear in the form of prey.
“Of course!”
As Ifia nodded earnestly, she was unaware that she had fallen into a trap.
Instead, she felt secretly pleased. The plan was halfway through, and she would soon complete the system task!
“Since you like it, Ifia, let’s start this game!”
In the end, Amelia no longer hesitated and agreed to participate in the role-playing game.
……
Having secretly planned everything in advance, Ifia could naturally bring out a suitable script and start the performance at any time.
However, because the roles they played were already fixed, it didn’t need to be too complicated. A few sentences to outline the main storyline, and then it was up to the actors’ improvisation.
The theme of this game script was ‘forced love’!
It told the story of a fragile angel falling to the mortal world, captured by a vampire, and becoming her private captive.
At the beginning of the story, Ifia sat lazily in a chair, her actions carefree. She raised her hand to support her chin, looking forward with a bored expression as if she were already tired of this uninteresting world.
Why hasn’t this boring world been destroyed yet?
A few strands of slightly curled black hair hung down in front of her chest. Ifia used her slender fingers to roll them up, and her black eyes, filled with world-weariness, bit her soft red lips with dissatisfaction, revealing sharp teeth.
For vampires who had lived for a long time, they could no longer feel the passage of time.
Only fresh and interesting things could arouse their interest.
To make them feel alive.
That’s right!
A few days ago, she caught a beautiful angel.
Thinking about the captured beautiful angel, the vampire Ifia, who was once lazy, suddenly sat up straight. The inherent desire within vampires for beauty made her subconsciously extend her crimson tongue to lick her lips.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, eager to indulge in the delicious creation from the camp of the benevolent gods.
Ifia snapped her fingers, and immediately, one of her subordinates brought the angel over.
Among special creatures, angels ranked high in terms of beauty. Ifia looked at the angel that appeared before her, leisurely admiring her from head to toe.
A gorgeous face, a sexy figure.
The voluptuous curves were overwhelming, just looking at them stirred impulses in Ifia.
Unable to contain her excitement, desire surfaced, and Ifia chuckled, reaching out to grab the wrist of the angel Amelia. She pulled the unfortunate angel closer.
The spacious chair was big enough to accommodate both of them.
However, Ifia’s actions towards the angel were not gentle. With a forceful pull, the delicate angel knelt on one knee on the chair, conveniently positioned in front of Ifia.
It should have been a humiliating posture, but due to Amelia’s tall stature and long legs, as she hurriedly fell, her hands pressed on the back of the chair, effectively trapping the vampire Ifia between her arms.
The two were so close that their breaths could be heard. Ifia raised her eyes and saw Amelia posing with the most aggressive posture while maintaining the appearance of vulnerability.
She almost couldn’t hold back her laughter but promptly remembered the rule that the characters must not break, so she forcefully restrained herself.
Now it was a test of the actors’ improvisation. Ifia decided to directly lift her hands and hook them around Amelia’s neck, pulling her even closer. It became possible to clearly see Amelia’s long eyelashes trembling, as if they had turned into feathers tickling a heart.
A wave of itching sensation arose.
“Angel, now that you’ve fallen into my hands, there’s no escaping!”
The vampire Ifia laughed arrogantly, deliberately getting closer. Her cheek pressed against Amelia’s, and she nuzzled softly, unlike a vampire forcing an angel but more like a coquettish cat.
Ironically, she believed her slightly upturned mouth corner exuded a devilish charm. Ifia blinked, playfully kissed Amelia’s lips, and with eyes shimmering, she seemed to murmur to herself, but in reality, she intentionally conveyed, “So, how should I handle this?”
“Detestable vampire, no matter what you do, you cannot defile the purity of an angel.”
Being cuddled by Ifia in a playful manner, Amelia didn’t point out the signs of her character breaking down. Instead, she cooperated well, playing the role of a steadfast and unyielding angel with a cold expression on her face.
This resistant attitude only fueled Ifia’s desire for conquest. That’s just how Ifia is. It seemed like she was getting more and more into the role!
As if she had truly transformed into a naughty vampire coercing an angel, free to do whatever she pleased. Therefore, instead of continuing to hold onto Amelia’s neck, Ifia directly released her hand.
Then, with a gentle push, she stood up, creating distance between them. The black cloak swayed as she rose, and her slightly curled black hair fell loosely behind her.
A smile appeared on her lips, accompanied by the emergence of small pointed fangs. Ifia reached out and grabbed the angel with a cold expression, effortlessly turning her around and pressing her onto the chair. This resolved the height disparity issue, allowing Ifia to look down on Amelia.
However, the proud angel refused to yield and continued to resist. Her delicately beautiful face displayed an expression of indifference, and her pretty purple eyes held a look of disdain. It seemed like a silent shout of defiance and provocation – just a mere vampire, what could she possibly do!
The proud angel, unaware of the need for compromise as a prisoner, was destined to suffer some special punishment ??, a lesson to be learned!
Ifia squinted her eyes and happily made a decision.
On the other side, the system silently observing was left stunned, completely unprepared for the host to deviate from the usual path. Not content with having the villainess play the role of an angel, she now staged a role-playing game.
Upon closer observation, the ‘steadfast and unyielding’ villainess’s purple eyes shimmered, emitting an ominous aura, like a clever fox waiting for a foolish rabbit to come to it.
Yet, its host remained blissfully unaware, deeply engrossed in the role-playing game, unable to extricate herself.
The system felt a momentary glitch in its running programs. It sighed inexplicably, no longer understanding the extravagant world of young people.
Anyway, the fundamental reason for issuing system tasks was to guide the host in capturing the villainess. Given the current unexpected turn of events, results should come quickly.
Sensing potentially inappropriate scenes to come, the system chose not to continue observing but instead directly severed its connection with the host. It would reconnect after the anticipated developments had concluded.
While Ifia, deemed by the system as someone quickly giving in, continued to play the vampire role with utmost dedication.
She took a few steps forward, using just one hand to press down Amelia’s hands, quickly closing the distance between them.
“Oh, pure angel, you will pay the price for your arrogance.”
Saying this, Ifia extended her crimson tongue to lick Amelia’s lips. Without pausing, she turned her face to kiss her neck, leaving behind suggestive red marks.
The other hand impatiently tore at the clothing, untying the rope at the neckline, causing the white holy dress to instantly slide down.
Exposing delicate collarbones and the tumultuous waves on her chest.