A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 68

[Vol. 4] Chapter 68: Can’t Hide Anymore

A distinct fragrance permeated the air, so potent that even if Amelia held her breath in time, it proved futile. Soon, it ignited within her like a raging flame, spreading with an unstoppable force.

The heat caused a subtle blush to appear on Amelia’s cheeks. Her eyes took on a reddish hue, and her purple irises flickered with fragmented light, exuding a tempting and alluring allure.

The scorching sensation made it difficult for Amelia to resist, and she licked her lips, casting her gaze towards Ifia standing before her. It was as if the delectable sweet treat was emitting an irresistible aroma, enticing the demon to devour her.

Of course, rather than a literal consumption, Amelia desired a bloodless act of licking and savoring. She contemplated reaching out to lift the tender and delicate Ifia, leaving her suspended in mid-air, creating a sense of insecurity.

She yearned to engage in some naughty activities, causing the fair skin to take on a faint pinkish hue, and the rosy lips to suppress soft moans.

As she entertained these thoughts, Amelia couldn’t control the bizarre and intriguing ideas flooding her mind. The fiery gaze quickly caught Ifia’s attention, and she soon sensed that something was amiss.

Ifia turned her head in confusion, meeting Amelia’s gaze.

In that moment, she felt as if she were being stared at by a fierce predator. The once gentle and deep purple eyes now carried a blatant lustful desire.

Ifia’s body instantly stiffened, her expression tense and nervous, fearing any slight movement might signal an imminent pounce.

What had happened?

Everything was fine just a moment ago!

As if sensing the alertness of a small animal, Ifia dared not move, her gaze filled with caution. She quickly spoke up to attract Amelia’s attention, reassuring herself that it might be a mistaken premonition.

“A fragrance? I didn’t smell anything!”

When Ifia mentioned the scent, Amelia snapped back to reality, barely maintaining her composure.

At this moment, even someone slow-witted could sense that this scent was abnormal and had the power to ignite desire.

Considering Taroumati had just left this place, it was evident that this was a “little gift” she left behind.

Thinking about Taroumati’s aphrodisiac tactics, Amelia didn’t find it surprising, raising her hand to massage her temples. She felt the need to have a proper “talk” with her later.

However, if even she fell victim to it, why was Ifia unaffected?

In terms of human vulnerability, it was virtually impossible to resist the fragrance, succumbing directly to the slavery of desire. However, Ifia was perfectly fine now, and nothing had happened.

Thinking of this, Amelia lifted her gaze once again to the still timid Ifia. She noticed the Holy Lotus mark appearing on her neck, emitting a faint white light.

So, it was the Holy Lotus.

While nurturing the Holy Lotus in the body could provide a temporary buff of the Holy Power, it also served to keep evil entities at bay, especially magical plants. In this case, directly absorbing the fragrance helped Ifia avoid falling victim to its effects.

Relieved to see Ifia unharmed, Amelia sighed.

Seizing the opportunity while her rationality remained intact, she used her magical powers to consume the lingering fragrance, preventing the symptoms from worsening.

However, when attempting to use magic to eliminate the abnormality in her body, she discovered it could only provide a temporary suppression.

Very well. Taroumati’s insidious poison couldn’t be dispelled!

Amelia’s purple eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness. Suppressing the desire, she focused her attention on the abnormality in her body. If it couldn’t be resolved immediately, the uncontrollable lust might lead to unpredictable actions.

She didn’t want to harm Ifia.

When engaging in intimate activities with someone she cared about, Amelia wanted to be in a state of clear consciousness, free from the control of desire.

She hoped to firmly remember every second, as the pleasure of body and mind in harmony surpassed mere physical sensations.

Without hesitation, Amelia immediately made a decision: she had to leave now. She would go to a secluded place, lock herself away until the intoxication subsided, and then return to Ifia.

“Sorry, Ifia, I have something to attend to. You go back…”

“No!”

Even though Ifia was afraid of Amelia in her current state, the moment she saw Amelia forcing a smile and apologizing, a dense pain immediately surged in her heart, cutting off Amelia’s words.

Simultaneously, Ifia took a few steps forward, reaching out to grab Amelia’s arm. Her black eyes looked at Amelia seriously, a fearless expression on her cute face.

However, at the moment Ifia touched her, Amelia’s body trembled slightly. While she had been able to suppress the desire before, now her rationality was gradually crumbling, turning into shattered pieces that couldn’t be quickly pieced back together.

Sensing the abnormality, Amelia looked upward, closed her eyes, and took deep breaths. When she opened her eyes again, those enchanting purple eyes had turned as red as blood.

Originally, the purple eyes could still feign gentleness, but now they carried a malicious intent. The alluring face also wore a sly smile as a crimson tongue slowly licked the upper lip. With the slight parting of the red lips, sharp teeth became visible, giving off a menacing aura.

“Amelia?”

Unaware that Amelia had already started to transform, Ifia voiced her concern, calling out her name. The next moment, Amelia lifted another hand, covering Ifia’s eyes. She then lowered her head again, her red eyes full of excitement.

Her gaze, now consumed by desire, seemed to be contemplating how to consume Ifia. In this moment, having been engulfed by lust, she now embraced desire as the supreme authority.

If Ifia dared to escape, it would simply mean she wasn’t diligent enough. Amelia planned to pin her down and shower her with affection, leaving Ifia with no strength to resist. As a demon, Amelia couldn’t afford to disappoint her partner.

With this in mind, Amelia’s smile carried a hint of malice as she bent down swiftly. The palms covering Ifia’s eyes felt the long eyelashes fluttering nervously, resembling a small creature trembling in a trap. The plump and soft lips were tightly bitten, the tense body revealing a sense of panic.

Yet, like a helpless bird unable to escape control, Ifia seemed captive to the situation.

“Ifia, I feel really uncomfortable. Can you help me?” Amelia asked with a malicious smile.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ifia responded, puzzled.

Amelia quietly watched Ifia, observing the pitiful yet adorable little creature. Initially anxious to escape, Ifia immediately halted upon hearing Amelia express discomfort. Worry appeared on her face as she attempted to remove the hand covering her eyes.

How cute!

It made the demon eager to devour her, fulfilling the desires that surged within. With these thoughts in mind, Amelia’s demonic tail couldn’t contain itself any longer. It spiritedly emerged, swinging in mid-air.

This time, rationality wouldn’t intervene, allowing the demon tail to revel in excitement.

It directly entwined around Ifia’s arm, coiling around repeatedly. The sharp tip of the tail brushed against the smooth skin, teasing and arousing Ifia’s body like a pervert.

Ifia, feeling a slight tremor in her body, couldn’t help but voice her confusion, “Amelia, what is this?”