A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 64

[Vol. 4] Chapter 64: Better Not to Peek

Ifia turned around in surprise, and indeed, she recognized the person speaking.

It was Taroumati, whom she had a chance encounter with before at the villa. Taroumati had purposely visited, claiming to be a good friend of Amelia.

However, Amelia had long clarified, stating that they only had a business transaction and weren’t that close.

But Ifia’s memory of Taroumati wasn’t just because of that, it was also because Taroumati was exceptionally eye-catching with her alluring charm. Both Taroumati and Amelia were stunning women with tall figures and long legs.

However, while Amelia exuded a cold elegance, Taroumati was more like a seductive enchantress. With just a glance, her eyes could be bewitching, and every move emitted an enticing aura.

Her emerald green eyes resembled expensive green gems, and her long wavy hair, combined with a preference for revealing attire, caused waves of attention as her ample chest swayed provocatively. Unstoppable gazes were drawn to her.

Thinking about this, Ifia unconsciously looked at Taroumati’s attire today. Well, in the sacred church, Taroumati still insisted on being herself and hadn’t changed her dressing style.

Despite being a deep red long skirt, it was unusually frugal with fabric. The upper part didn’t cover much, and the lower part of the skirt had a slit, unsurprisingly revealing her long, bare, and well-toned legs.

A green ribbon was wrapped around her slightly plump thighs, leaving distinct marks after a few loops. Just a glance was enough to make people uncontrollably indulge in suggestive thoughts.

It was just too alluring!

Miss Taroumati was truly the embodiment of desire.

However, the green ribbon tied around her legs seemed a bit familiar.

Due to her inner curiosity, Ifia’s gaze involuntarily focused on Taroumati’s thighs. She didn’t notice that she had been looking for quite a while until her eyes were covered by a hand. Due to the familiar sweet fragrance, Ifia wasn’t alarmed.

She simply asked curiously in a soft voice, “Amelia, what’s wrong?”

While speaking, Ifia raised her hands to grab onto Amelia’s arm, attempting to restore her vision. Unfortunately, Amelia was like an unyielding giant tree, unmoved.

Soon, Amelia leaned in and whispered in Ifia’s ear, “Someone is being vulgar. It’s better not to look too much.”

As she spoke, Amelia looked towards Taroumati, her deep purple eyes as cold as ice. The powerful pressure instantly lifted, causing a pang in Taroumati’s heart. This left Taroumati speechless as she furrowed her brows.

She couldn’t believe how possessive Ahriman was. It’s not like she was trying to seduce Ifia, the other party had voluntarily looked her way.

Heh, was Ahriman worried about not being as charming?

Thinking about this, Taroumati couldn’t help but smirk. She never expected to see the day when the aloof Demon Lord could also be jealous!

How interesting.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t share this enjoyment with her old friends in this world. As a demon, Taroumati also had a strong sense of dark humor, causing her to playfully stick out her tongue, seemingly contemplating how to make mischief even more entertaining.

Her excited tongue couldn’t maintain her disguise, starting to fork. However, just as Taroumati was indulging in mischievous thoughts, her gaze suddenly caught Saint Tiffany standing at the door.

As always, the saint appeared holy, seemingly gentle, but in reality, she was indifferent and cold-hearted—a woman more ruthless than a demon!

In an instant, all of Taroumati’s various thoughts vanished, leaving only deep resentment.

Wasn’t it said that humans lacked a sense of security and needed a definite commitment?

Why did Tiffany outright refuse when it proposed establishing a relationship?

Did she not meet her standards???

Wait, would Tiffany be angry since Ifia stared at it for so long just now?

Even though Saint Tiffany’s eyes were covered with a ribbon, it didn’t mean she couldn’t see anything. She had another way of perceiving the surroundings. She pretended not to see for external reasons, just to avoid trouble.

As Taroumati’s thoughts rapidly shifted and she was about to explain her ‘innocence,’ Saint Tiffany seemed to sense something. Without waiting for Taroumati to speak, she greeted them and invited everyone in.

“Please come in.”

The saint seemed to ignore a certain snake’s ‘running away from home,’ leaving Taroumati with a frustrated droop at the corner of her mouth. She looked like a withered flower that had lost her moisture.

On the other hand, Amelia silently chuckled, thinking that Taroumati got what she deserved!

Although Amelia wanted to kick this shameless intruder out, Taroumati’s strength was not to be underestimated. Initiating a confrontation, especially with the use of demonic powers, would surely prompt the saint to intervene. After all, they were currently on church grounds, and two demons battling it out would be too audacious.

The purpose of this visit was to retrieve the Holy Lotus.

But if Taroumati continued to stay… just the thought of Ifia’s unwavering and focused gaze made Amelia feel a bit suffocated. After considering it, Amelia raised her other hand and gestured casually.

In the next moment, Taroumati was forced to change into a thoroughly conservative black gown. To conceal her voluptuous figure, she even draped a thick, long shawl. If the color of the dress were changed, it would resemble a traditional nun’s habit.

Taroumati, now speechless, rolled her eyes. At this moment, she had no mood to argue with this petty person. Instead, her gaze was fixed on Saint Tiffany, trying to secure a position for herself!

Tiffany, don’t think you can be a scum who turns her face after sleeping with a demon!

While Taroumati harbored resentment, Amelia released her hand. Ifia, who had regained her sight, took a moment to adjust. Before she could fully see her surroundings, Amelia led her through the gate.

Although Saint Tiffany’s residence was secluded, everything used there was top-notch. However, unlike the grandeur of the small chapel adorned with gold, her private residence had a simple and elegant decor, displaying refined taste.

The vibrant roses placed on the living room coffee table seemed a bit out of place. Ifia, curious, looked around, while Amelia remained indifferent to the surroundings.

The first thing Amelia said after entering was to cut to the chase, “Saint, I have brought the Holy Lotus. I hope you can take care of it properly.”

Despite the seeming foolproof plan to nurture the Holy Lotus successfully in two days, Amelia still voiced a warning.

Hope Saint Tiffany won’t foolishly resort to petty tricks and will proceed with the plan honestly.

“Of course, please stay for a few days. I need an assistant to handle the holy… Ifia, would you be willing to help me?”

“Huh?”

Thinking that this trip was just a casual one, Ifia was surprised to hear a request from the Saint!

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and her stunned expression was incredibly cute. Subconsciously, she looked towards Amelia, her black eyes showing a hint of panic, as if seeking assistance.

Seeing this, Amelia couldn’t resist a slight movement, as if wanting to pinch Ifia’s soft cheeks.

Unfortunately, the timing was not right.

Amelia nodded nonchalantly towards Ifia, indicating her approval.