A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 33
[Vol. 4] Chapter 33: Hmph Hmph
The sweet kisses were truly addictive!!!
Especially when kissing Amelia, it wasn’t just the physical intimacy but also the satisfaction rising in the heart that brought joy.
However, Ifia was a dedicated person and didn’t allow herself to sink completely. She promptly remembered her goal – completing the system task.
Leaving marks on Amelia’s chest, one on each side…. After kissing the neck earlier, she should have continued downwards, but Ifia realized she might embarrass herself with a nosebleed and quickly stopped to walk the plot.
Now that she had mostly recovered, it was time to continue!
Thinking of this, Ifia reluctantly withdrew, breathing somewhat rapidly. She looked down at her lips, swollen and reddened from her own actions, feeling an irresistible itch in her heart. Unable to resist, Ifia lowered her head and quickly pecked her lips.
Afterward, not forgetting to give the poor angel an early warning, allowing her to be mentally prepared.
“Angel, just now was just collecting interest, now it’s the real beginning.”
“Now, let me see your sincerity.”
After saying that, Ifia smiled, maintaining her sitting posture, and then leaned over.
Affectionately kissing the neck, the vampire Ifia began to explore further down, the skin on the chest becoming even more tender and the sensation more pronounced.
Soft, tender, and delicious, making it difficult to be too forceful, but the mission required it. Ifia could only take a deep, heavy breath.
Such frivolous behavior elicited a restrained groan from Amelia. Her slightly hoarse voice, accompanied by shallow breaths, resonated with a subtle trembling in her chest due to the sudden pain.
The hands that gripped Ifia’s slender waist exerted force as if trying to crush her, pulling her into an embrace.
It seemed as if Amelia wanted to merge Ifia into herself and make her one.
There was no escape.
Meanwhile, in order to conceal the lustful expression that appeared in her purple eyes, Amelia lowered her gaze. Her long eyelashes served as a perfect curtain, hiding everything.
However, the sensation in her waist, where Amelia’s hands were holding, caught Ifia’s attention. After she stopped her actions, Ifia first looked at the red mark on Amelia’s left chest, satisfyingly clear and obvious.
Now, it definitely met the criteria for the task. However, the task required marks on both sides, and the right side hadn’t been kissed yet.
Hmph!
Just a small task, not as difficult as imagined.
Easily achievable with a little effort.
At this moment, Ifia was no longer the sighing and lamenting person from before. She had a triumphant look, and if she had a tail, it would undoubtedly be proudly raised, joyfully swaying like a propeller.
After admiring her own masterpiece, Ifia finally lowered her head to look at her waist. Amelia’s hands were beautiful—fair, slender fingers, resembling the most perfect piece of art. However, it would be even better if these hands weren’t firmly squeezing her waist.
This forceful action, symbolizing restraint, seemed dangerous no matter how you looked at it!
Ifia had been too preoccupied with kissing Amelia and had her mind filled with completing the task. She hadn’t noticed that the dynamics of their positions had changed. It was supposed to be the vampire forcibly taking from the angel.
Why did it feel like the opposite now?
Ifia quickly raised her head to look at Amelia, but could only see a face as beautiful as peaches and plums. The slightly narrowed eyes revealed nothing, maintaining the appearance of being bullied, as if she were being played with.
This made Ifia unable to articulate that Amelia’s role seemed to be crumbling. Perhaps she was just reacting to being treated roughly moments ago, considering Ifia had taken a harsh bite, causing pain.
Was it just a subconscious reaction, or was Ifia overthinking it?
While trying to console herself, Ifia felt a sense of panic. She belatedly realized a chilling tremor, as if she were prey being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Her own little animalistic alert radar, unique to Ifia, started beeping at this moment. As a result, the self-satisfaction she felt, thinking she could easily complete the task, quickly dissipated.
Even though the system task was only halfway through, she no longer wanted to continue. Let’s save it for next time!
If she continued kissing the right side, there was a very ominous premonition. It felt like dancing on the scythe of the Grim Reaper…
Although, in this context, the Grim Reaper could transform into the god of lust, and getting caught meant facing some intense consequences.
No, this kind of thing should be avoided!
However, the role-playing game continued, and even though Ifia was anxious, she couldn’t break the rules. Trying to suppress the panic in her heart, Ifia quickly regained her composure.
“Look at the poor angel, bullied so miserably. How amusing!”
It was supposed to be a triumphant tone, but after Ifia uttered those words, there was a feigned timidity, as if she were starting to genuinely play the role of a timid Ifia.
In the midst of speaking, Ifia attempted to break free from Amelia’s hands, but the feeble attempt was futile against Amelia’s strength.
In the end, she had to give up. Thinking about the roles she and Amelia were playing, with rules that prohibited the roles from collapsing, there wasn’t much to worry about. She just needed to avoid scaring herself.
After all, Amelia was an angel who had been captured! How much of a storm could she really stir up?
While Ifia was comforting herself, Amelia raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. From the tone and struggling movements, it was clear that the clueless little creature had realized something, but it was just a guess. So, for now, Amelia was still probing.
The feeling of prey struggling in the net was truly appetizing for the demon. Amelia, with her demonic sense of humor, didn’t immediately reveal the answer. Instead, she continued the act, saying, “Wretched vampire, have you not humiliated me enough? Are you not satisfied now?”
After saying this, Amelia angrily lifted her gaze, catching Ifia off guard. As Ifia observed, Amelia was still fully immersed in playing her role, showing no signs of her character collapsing. Could it be that she was just being overly cautious and vigilant? Was it a misunderstanding?
The dumbfounded Ifia looked as adorable as a clueless fawn. This made Amelia suppress a smile, thoroughly enjoying the situation.
However, the “little mark” in her chest reminded her that Ifia was learning bad habits.
While Amelia did enjoy the mischievous side of Ifia, she felt the need to conduct a strict inquiry to figure out who exactly had influenced Ifia’s behavior to this extent.
Given Ifia’s timid nature, it seemed impossible for her to go to such lengths on her own.
Upon closer examination, previous unusual behaviors also hinted at something abnormal.
Amelia had initially thought Ifia’s actions were merely a result of her stubbornness, coupled with a hidden fondness that she couldn’t suppress. However, now it seemed there was more to the story.
She will find the answer soon.
Finding it intriguing, Amelia couldn’t help but feel amused. The corners of her eyes and lips carried a sense of pleasure.
This sudden surge of amusement made the momentarily paused system, now disconnected, have an ominous premonition that the game was about to conclude.
“The taste of an angel is indescribable. How can one time be enough? However, delicious food needs to be savored slowly, so we have plenty of time ahead,” Ifia said with a playful tone.
Unaware that she was on the verge of being exposed, Ifia continued to play her part, navigating through the storyline with determination.
Frantically turning her mind, Ifia finally found the appropriate words that could help her break free, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, she could disengage…
“Oh? Plenty of time ahead? But, I don’t want to wait that long!”
Unexpectedly, right as Ifia had just let her guard down, the angel Amelia revealed her true colors.
Her glamorous face no longer displayed a hint of fragility. Her purple eyes glinted with a sinister light, and her smile became mysteriously unpredictable.
The neckline that hadn’t been pulled up yet allowed the turbulent waves on her chest, adorned with conspicuous deep red kiss marks, to remain exposed, adding a seductive allure.
Amelia paid no mind to the unintentional display of her allure, focusing instead on Ifia with a gaze full of playful mischief.
“To not notice for such a long time, how dull! Cute little vampire, I’m a fallen angel, you know~”