A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 32
[Vol. 4] Chapter 32: Defeated Angel
For this moment, Ifia had carefully planned ahead, giving instructions to the clothing store owner well in advance. According to her meticulously designed blueprint, the white dress not only had to look elegant but also needed to be convenient for removal.
Although it wouldn’t all come off in one breath after untying the rope at the neckline, the loosened neckline had to fall at least to the chest, making it easier to fulfill the system task.
However, now that the prey was in her grasp, Ifia wasn’t in a hurry. It wouldn’t be enjoyable to devour eagerly, one couldn’t savor the delightful taste that way. Opportunities like this one were not always present, and they should be cherished.
Usually, she was overwhelmed by the dominant Amelia, but this time, Ifia seized absolute initiative. The feeling was undeniably exciting!
(>_<)
So, of course, she wanted to slowly savor each bite.
Amelia’s entire body was flawless, and her slender neck was a beautiful swan’s neck. The tight and smooth contours were incredibly sexy, utterly delightful!
Consequently, Ifia, like a bird, continuously pecked kisses, leaving behind red marks as if drawing heavy ink on expensive paper.
It was as if she was claiming territory in the pure white snow, imprinting it with Ifia’s exclusive mark.
The slightly curled black hair also joined in the commotion, swaying left and right with Ifia’s movements. Inadvertently, a few strands fell into Amelia’s snowy and tumultuous waves.
The strong contrast between black and white was striking. Just then, after Ifia had her fill of kissing, she straightened up. Lowering her gaze, she saw Amelia with a dazed look, her eyes enchanted, and her previously steady breathing now disrupted.
The slightly hurried breaths, entering Ifia’s ears, felt incredibly seductive. Ifia’s own breathing involuntarily accelerated, and her heart pounded wildly, as if her head had become dizzy along with it.
In this moment, Ifia forgot about tasks and everything else, her eyes and heart were only focused on Amelia.
The ravished angel, Amelia, sat on the chair. Numerous red marks adorned the side of her snowy neck, resembling cute little strawberries. All Ifia’s ‘masterpieces’!
The initially ‘steadfast and unyielding’ angel, after this encounter, had her innocent thoughts thoroughly shattered.
Perhaps due to the overwhelming impact, after Ifia stopped kissing and stood up, the angel quickly lowered her head. A few strands of silver hair, scattered from the intense movements, partially obscured her face, making it hard to discern her current expression.
Accompanied by the rapid breaths, the tumultuous waves on Amelia’s chest also surged, as if a snow-capped mountain was gradually collapsing. Despite knowing the need to escape the avalanche, it seemed impossible to get away.
The defeated and humiliated look of the angel was truly arousing!
As the victorious party, Ifia only wanted to continue tormenting the vulnerable angel, satisfying the insatiable desires within her heart. Completely tainting the angel, preventing any return to the initial state…
The combination of the current scene and imagined scenarios left Ifia feeling parched, and her nose immediately started itching. Due to a previous experience of nosebleeds from being engrossed in beauty, the initially muddled Ifia suddenly became alert!
One embarrassing incident was enough. She didn’t want a second round of nosebleeds! Rejecting the embarrassment of a second nosebleed, Ifia decided to take it slow, allowing her wildly beating heart to return to normal before proceeding to the next step.
As for what to do now?
Sure, let’s proceed with the forced love plot.
Ifia quickly made a decision and immediately put it into action. She didn’t release her grip on Amelia’s hands, maintaining a restraining posture. Another hand extended, using the index finger to lift Amelia’s face, finally revealing the expression of the steadfast angel at this moment.
The initial cold and indifferent look disappeared, replaced by a slight blush on her cheeks. Her beautiful purple eyes seemed to shimmer with a watery glow, the previous determination shattered. The helpless gaze resembled fragile glass, making a crisp sound with the slightest touch.
However, in Ifia’s eyes, it seemed more like sweet candy. Just by smelling it, one could detect a sweet fragrance, tempting curiosity about the taste when licked. Is it as delicious as anticipated?
“Poor angel, now you should know your situation. If you continue to resist, you’ll only suffer!”
Vampire Ifia chuckled lightly. The action of lifting Amelia’s chin remained unchanged, but her thumb approached, gently caressing the smooth and tender skin with a touch of suggestive intention, playfully teasing the pure angel.
However, the angel had already been so thoroughly shaken that she didn’t react much to this.
With moist eyes reflecting a sense of brokenness, the angel Amelia learned to compromise. However, when she spoke again, it was still accompanied by anger, “Debauched vampire, you’ve won. Now you can do whatever you want with me.”
She no longer resisted, displaying a defeated demeanor. Instead of extinguishing Ifia’s desire, this surrender seemed to fuel the flames even more.
After all, dealing with a fiercely resistant angel might satisfy the conquering desire, but an obedient and docile angel was more likable. If she could cooperate in various positions in bed, that would be even better.
However, breaking the pride of the angel just now required some time to settle, so a gradual and gentle approach was preferable to avoid any unexpected outcomes. Ifia smiled with satisfaction, seeing the angel no longer resisting. She released her hands, opting for a more soothing approach to please the angel.
Once fully engaged, such joyful activities were indeed quite interesting. Therefore, Ifia didn’t continue to treat Amelia condescendingly, creating a sense of oppression.
Instead, she skillfully straddled the angel’s slender legs. Her perky and soft buttocks, like marshmallows with a bit of elasticity, unceremoniously settled down, intimately touching the bare thighs with a clear sensation.
The blatant provocation made Amelia momentarily stunned, almost forgetting to continue the role-play.
Ifia, the mischievous imp! It seemed like she was afraid her ‘death’ wasn’t coming fast enough, so she had to add more fuel to the fire.
Unaware of the risks she was taking, Ifia, feeling triumphant, treated the angel as she pleased, exciting herself. Sitting on Amelia’s lap was just the first step. The second step involved reaching out and hooking her neck.
In the next moment, Ifia swiftly approached and kissed her soft lips, as if savoring delicious jelly.
She made a considerable effort to ignite the angel’s desires.
Ifia was deeply involved in the act, and thus, didn’t notice that the angel she was playing with had, at some point, wrapped her hands around her slender waist, trapping her in her grasp.
The lips that Ifia was passionately kissing suddenly curled upward, carrying a hint of mischief.