Chapter 120 Beautiful lady, I fell in love with you at first sight - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Huh? Why would I have such an idea? In an instant, a strange image suddenly flashed through Lynn's mind. Inside the carriage, there were wild thorns, a mask abruptly removed, and a woman's face full of both shock and embarrassment. The scene flickered away swiftly, causing Lynn to shake his head. Gazing at the warm, alluring female body in his arms, and faintly smelling the scent of roses at his nose, he suddenly felt his heartbeat quicken. Simultaneously, a peculiar feeling that combined anxiety and sweetness suddenly washed over him. Something's not right! Feeling the changes in his body, Lynn took a sharp intake of breath. If the cool and indifferent witch intrigued with an austere temptation, then the beauty before him, with her figure, looks, and aura, provided an unparalleled physical allure. To put it simply, Lynn was feeling a bit stirred. Do I... want to sleep with her? How can this be? The always straightforward Lynn quickly realized his current situation. Though it was the first time meeting this legendary Third Princess, her looks strangely familiar to him. Because it was the face of the witch. Yet, her current behavior was beyond Lynn's comprehension, something he would never associate with the witch. The cold, world-weary witch, who was now so passionately falling into his embrace, allowing herself to be held in a princess carry? This... this... Though he understood that it wasn't the same matter, Lynn couldn't help but feel it was too stimulating. A certain dark thought crept into his mind immediately. As Lynn battled with his desires, he suddenly felt a weight on his neck. Two icy, snake-like slender hands suddenly gripped his neck forcefully. The woman's fiery red eyes radiated an intense heat, as if wanting to merge him with her body. "Naughty little dog," she murmured with a slight tremble in her voice, "Trying to run away from home? Wanting to escape from your master?" "What... should I do to punish you?" Despite her words, the madness in her eyes and the excitement in her tone couldn't conceal a sense of regained joy. It felt like a dream. With her movements, their distance closed in instantly. Close enough that Lynn could almost feel her sweet, searing breath and her slightly rapid heartbeat. Something's not right! There's something wrong with this woman too! Meeting for the first time, why does it feel like they've been drugged?! Moreover, what is this 'naughty little dog' business? Run away from home? Escape from her master? Why don't I understand anything she's saying?! Feeling the hands increasing pressure around his neck and her unaware soft lick at her lips' corner, Lynn was full of confusion, but felt his reason being drowned in a wave of impulses. At that moment, the bouquet of roses he held dropped down, slipping into the gap of her chest. She seemed stunned by the red flowers. Taking advantage of the pause, Lynn, gazing at her exquisite, pale face, could no longer suppress the dark thought of dishonoring the witch. "Though it's our first meeting," he locked eyes with her flaming red orbs, deciding to no longer hide his true inclination, "this bouquet matches you perfectly." The woman in his arms held her breath, becoming even hotter. Lynn felt the hands on his neck squeeze tighter, mere constriction converting him into a state of bliss beneath the fervent ambiance. Even as an unconscious voice in his mind warned against speaking his next thoughts to the woman before him, predicting uncontainable consequences... In that moment, cradling the beauty, Lynn was swept by an overpowering urge. An urge to utter bold words. He couldn't help it. "Moreover, my beautiful lady... it seems I've fallen for you at first sight." Damn! He said it! And this is EvesterRoland Alexini, future distant and melancholy witch! Simultaneously the high-ranking Empire's Third Princess, EvesterRoland Alexini! In the Pantheon, Lynn would never dare to speak such provocatively teasing words. But in the current scenario, the white-haired woman's proactive passion inexplicably compelled him to voice the thought. It fulfilled an unparalleled dark desire. Simply exhilarating!!! In the Pantheon. The End Witch lay reclined on the cold ground, allowing her white hair to flow around like silk. She raised her slender, pale fingers, letting the light cast shadows against the walls. Time stretched in unknown silence since Lynn had left. Yet, for some reason, the Witch lost her usual tranquility and serenity spent silently reading. What was she pondering? Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into her consciousness. It was as if the paused era from ten thousand years ago had begun to flow again. As the realization of what had transpired dawned on her, the Witch's expression subtly shifted, becoming slightly uncertain. Clenching her teeth, she sat upright instinctively, tightly clenching her thin fingers. For some unknown reason, her chest, wrapped in a black gauzy dress, rose and fell noticeably. After an indeterminate time, she took a deep breath, slowly closing her eyes. Regaining her usual cold demeanor, a hint of inexplicable emotion flickered in her gaze. Meanwhile, a faint scoff escaped her lips. "This time... you win," as Evester saw the slightly withered rose fall into her lap, her previously chaotic thoughts momentarily stalled. A flower? Is this for me? At that moment, the memory of the last time she hypnotized him and made three demands resurfaced in her mind. The first demand: upon awakening, she must see him first. This requirement was fulfilled by him long ago in the Solon Mountains. The third demand: let the world recognize EvesterRoland Alexini's authority and showcase the excellence of her subordinates. He accomplished that, even flawlessly. Finally, the second demand was to make up for the missing bouquet of roses next time. Though she had said it spitefully, punishing him for not procuring the bouquet she wanted, he still remembered her wish. Not only that, but he spoke words like "love at first sight," making her nearly swoon. It felt like a little puppy whining and wagging its tail, begging for a pat. Evester's breathing became even more heated. Amidst her tumultuous emotions, she failed to note the peculiarity in Lynn's words or dwell on the notion of "first meeting." An unusual emotion surfaced in her heart. My little dog is just too adorable!!! In an instant, a strong sense of possession made her want to press Lynn firmly into her embrace, wanting to greedily kiss his forehead and savor the scent of her puppy. However, as the thought arose, a sudden wave of fatigue overwhelmed her mind. Her vision dimmed slightly as if all her strength was drained, and her head involuntarily leaned against Lynn's chest. Damn it. Why now, of all times? She tried to bite her tongue to rouse herself but to no avail. As sleepiness washed over her like a tide, Evester slowly closed her eyes, her crimson gaze dimming. Her hands that clung to Lynn's neck gently slid down his chest. Just before slipping into unconsciousness, she used her last ounce of strength to grab his collar, as if scared he might vanish once more. "Hold me and don't let go." Evester whispered the command softly. What on earth is going on? Looking at Evester, who fainted from a single bold remark, Lynn was at a loss. But recalling her final order before losing consciousness, he could only hold her securely, fearing that any movement would disturb her. Strengthened by the Heart of Scorching Dragon, Lynn's physical prowess had significantly improved. Besides, Evester's weight was light, making carrying her effortless. It was unclear how long she intended to sleep. Watching Evester's serene sleeping face, Lynn mused silently. Though she should be the dignified princess, she now resembled a quiet, gentle kitten nestled against him, tranquil and beautiful. It was a side distinct from both the royal princess and the witch. Damn it. Why was this woman unusually sweet? As Lynn pondered, a real cat pounced over from afar. "You rascal!!!" Afiya clung to Lynn's neck, tiptoeing to nuzzle his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I was... I thought you—" Feline bodies remain supple, even in human form. Seeing this, Lynn shushed her, gesturing toward the white-haired woman in his arms with his eyes. Afiya paused, then understood, gently releasing him to glance at the sleeping princess. "Her Highness hasn't slept at all for over a month," Afiya explained softly, wiping her tears in sympathy, "Perhaps finally letting go of her obsession eased her heart, causing the accumulated fatigue to surface all at once." I see. Lynn realized. He was curious. What obsession could have driven her so as not to sleep for over a month? Afiya, looking as if she wanted to snuggle next to Lynn, suddenly transformed back into a black cat, quickly leaping onto his shoulder. Purring, she nuzzled his cheek with her head, occasionally making soft "mew" sounds. Meanwhile, Greya and Morris finally rushed over. Seeing Lynn unharmed and smiling familiarly, they barely restrained themselves from shouting joyously and popping a hundred bottles of champagne right there. Yet, realizing the princess was asleep, their words caught in their throats. Their look was quite comical. Dude! How are you alive?! Unable to speak loudly, Greya resorted to signing, exaggerating his gestures to convey his disbelief. "We'll talk about this later." Lynn's gaze shifted to beyond Greya and Morris over their shoulders. Clearly, everyone was still basking in the joy of Lynn's revival, eager to hear about his adventures over the past month. However, some unwelcome guests hadn't left yet. "I'm curious too," Ferit stepped toward Lynn, speaking softly, "Both about before and everything you caused today." "Would you enlighten me a bit, Lynn Bartillion?"