Chapter 213: Your Highness, I Have Recovered My Memory - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

No. Why is this woman here?! At this precise moment, Lynn's face was buried deep in a crevasse, enveloped by a familiar rose fragrance, leaving him slightly dizzy. Compared to the delicate feet of a girl in white stockings, our mature older sister with black stockings and an impressive bust is undoubtedly something else. Wait, what am I even thinking? Realizing the situation, Lynn instinctively raised a hand to press against Iviste's shoulder, attempting to push her away. However, this gesture seemed somewhat futile. Unbothered by anything, she held him tightly in her embrace, refusing to let go at any cost. Becoming aware of the potential implications of her actions, Lynn’s expression stiffened involuntarily. Simultaneously, a myriad of doubts surfaced in his mind. Although he knew that Iviste and the others had been searching for him, he had not intended to reveal himself until Tia's situation was resolved. He hadn’t expected Her Highness to lie in wait, finding him before he anticipated. This completely disrupted his initial plans. The reason he decided to break out with Tia at this particular moment was precisely because of Iviste's existence. Given her personality, if he had indeed resolved to bring Tia into his fold earlier, the two would likely have been at each other's throats the very next day—assuming, of course, that Tia could even stand up to her. More likely, the possessive Her Highness would attempt to eliminate her. And not to forget the presence of the future witch. The rivalry between these two ancestors was already enough to give him headaches, let alone adding another woman to the mix. Thus, from the very beginning, Lynn had no improper intentions, never harbored thoughts of establishing a harem in another world or anything of the sort. Sure, he may have fantasized about it briefly, but with a yandere older sister like Iviste around—especially one he couldn’t defeat—all he could do was imagine. In essence, even the little favor to Tia was built under the premise of the curse Iviste placed on him. If not for this reason, looking back at Lynn’s actions during this time, it could be said that he had never stepped out of line. He could've taken advantage of the supposed hypnosis to make more outrageous demands of Tia. The key point being, her likelihood of refusal didn’t seem as high as imagined. Yet, Lynn never took advantage of others' vulnerability. Knowing just that was sufficient. However, these matters could never be voiced to Iviste, as he was entirely unprepared to face her. Eloping with a stranger, especially when this stranger was her destined mortal enemy, and later engaging in intimate acts like sharing a bed, kissing, and fondling. Just based on these "crimes," Lynn felt his future was destined to be spent in a prison—Iviste’s specially crafted prison for him, with her as the sole warden, simultaneously serving as sister, wife, mother, food provider, and dog trainer. Haha, it’s a yandere vibe, isn’t it—what a joke! Thinking about this possibility sent shivers down his spine. At its core, Iviste appearing at his teleportation point as if foreseeing everything was quite extraordinary. Even if there existed a sealing artifact that could predict the future, it would absolutely have no effect on him. As the witch had said, he was someone only existing in the current time node, with no concept of "future." With these thoughts, a sudden pain coursed through him as Lynn felt his bones almost audibly sigh under Iviste's forceful embrace. Her passion was like a blazing sun; even just a little proximity was enough to burn someone. After a few days’ absence, Iviste's previously suppressed condition seemed to have intensified, as if she wanted to crush and fuse him into her body—crazy and fervent. Yet, to Lynn, such emotion felt immensely burdensome. Supporting Iviste's shoulders, he tried with all his might to push away her passionate and mesmerizing body, inadvertently touching something in the process. Iviste's face blushed as she cradled Lynn’s cheeks. "Are you hungry?" Her breath, fragrant like blue orchids and musk, brushed against his face. While Lynn's mind was swaying, last night's already spent energy reignited, determined to wage battle yet again. Sensing the boy's change, Iviste's smile widened, her expression both charming and bewitching. In the next moment, her kisses fell repeatedly on Lynn's forehead and eyes. "During the days you were missing, I was so afraid I’d never see you again." "No matter what…I won’t let you run away. Little disobedient dogs need to be locked up in a cage 24/7 to constantly receive their owner’s love." Iviste murmured these chilling words between kisses. Luckily, he at last managed to lift his face from Her Highness's generous bosom, gasping for the fresh air amidst her fiery passion. "Help—" Lynn opened his mouth to shout for help, hoping to draw the attention of any nearby official extraordinaries. But before he could finish the word, he felt soft, jelly-like lips press firmly against his own. A nimble, small, snake-like warmth slipped into his mouth, teasingly exploring every corner, grazing over his palate and gums, as if imprinting her essence into his very being. Lynn was truly on the verge of suffocation; his complexion shifting from blue to purple. He didn’t know how much time had passed before, just as he was about to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen, Iviste finally lifted her head. A thin, glistening crystal strand slowly descended. "What were you trying to say just now?" Looking down at the boy nestled in her arms, Iviste, slightly breathless, raised her eyebrows as if indicating something unspoken. "I—" Lynn tried to explain. But before he could articulate, his lips were silenced by her finger. Feeling her cold yet delicate touch, he then heard Her Highness’s whispered reminder. "It seems you possess some extraordinary ability to easily gain others' trust, given to you by that wretched woman, perhaps?" At this point, some of the desire and fervor in Iviste's eyes subsided, giving way to a slight clarity. Simultaneously, her slender thumb gently brushed over Lynn’s lips, as if sensing their warmth and contours or contemplating something perilous. Could she be referring to the Swallowing Liar? Indeed, his little tricks wouldn’t easily deceive her. Lynn's expression grew more serious. The Swallowing Liar was, after all, less effective on abnormalities above a fifth tier, especially against someone already forewarned. "You only have one sentence's worth of opportunity." Iviste seemed particularly enamored with Lynn’s lips; after brushing them for a while, her face flushed once more, her gaze slightly dazed as she leaned forward with a soft “Mwah.” "To prevent you from harboring inappropriate thoughts again, after saying this sentence, Her Highness will temporarily revoke your speaking rights—though your tongue is an exception." With this, Lynn’s eyes widened. But the harsh words didn’t cease. "As for the duration, let’s tentatively set it at three months. What happens after will depend on your behavior." "Additionally, Her Highness will also confiscate your limbs." Iviste’s voice was exceedingly gentle, interlocking her fingers with his, "Don’t worry, I’ll use dimensional slicing; the whole process will be painless, and you can have them reattached after it's all over without affecting daily activities." "Don’t accuse me of being ruthless, okay?" "This is to prevent this disobedient little dog from running around unrestrained. It's a measure of last resort… Ultimately, whether having you fall for your owner or any of those things I did for you, I’ve given you countless chances before, yet you’ve never truly cherished them." "After this incident, I must reshape you so that you cannot do without your owner." They appeared to be the most loving couple, yet her words were chilling to the bone. It wasn’t entirely unfounded for Iviste to develop such ideas. From her perspective, her beloved had narrowly survived Oran City, only to soon face similar circumstances again. She was genuinely frightened. Afraid that one day, Lynn would leave her side forever. If that happened, she might truly go mad with loneliness, even to the extent of wanting to destroy everything. The yandere thoughts she had suppressed earlier resurfaced once more. She was determined to protect the treasure of her life, ensuring no other could ever covet him, including that wretched woman from the future. Even if it meant resorting to methods he would dislike. Iviste cherished few people, and her way of expressing emotion always appeared twisted and mad. Aside from Lynn, perhaps no one else could tolerate her behavior. Unfortunately, at this moment, Lynn was oblivious to Her Highness's underlying thoughts. Dimensional slashing indeed wouldn't cause him pain or even any sensation, being a manipulation of spatial distortion rather than acting on physical flesh. Yet, it also implied he would be rendered helpless, at Iviste's mercy. Although he trusted that Her Highness wouldn't harm his health or life, losing all freedom, confined to a dim underground prison, subjected to his sister's daily invasions, was simply too miserable. Ignoring a faint, eager thought stirring within, Lynn drew a deep breath. Being given one sentence to speak, however, was more of a jest than anything influencing her subsequent actions. After all, Iviste had always been that obsessively stubborn woman from the original work! If he were truly captured, not only would Tia be assimilated into the Moon Goddess as per the original plot, but Iviste’s painstakingly altered course could spiral anew. Engrossed in reckless indulgence daily, one day, he would surely be surpassed by the doggedly persistent Sia! Ah, so it is. A moment of clarity struck his heart. If breaking away from Sia and the others was too effortless before, then perhaps this calamity was the true judgment decreed by the world’s will. No. He had to find a way to escape. Lynn subtly wriggled, realizing that, in front of a sixth-tier demigod, he was as weak as an infant. "Don’t waste your energy, darling.” Iviste’s tone shifted, tender as the voice of a kind older sister cradling a newborn, radiating maternal warmth, “Think carefully, is there something you wish to say to your master?” “If you please your master, perhaps the punishment might be lighter?” Like hell it would! Lynn's mind raced even as he rolled his eyes internally. Yet, she wasn't entirely wrong about one thing. Saying something like “Let me go, I need to save another woman” would indeed lead to a tragic, foolhardy demise. It wouldn't just spell disaster for himself but also unnecessarily involve Tia in calamity. Ultimately, given Iviste’s pathological possessiveness, whatever he said had to revolve around her. Yet, mere praise was pointless. He'd flattered her too many times before; she must have developed immunity to it. All in all, escaping from a sixth-tier demigod was no small feat. Especially when she was already on high alert. Using the Shade of Time could likely bypass her defenses since it pertained to time and fate, domains Iviste had yet to delve into at her current level. The problem was having an opportunity to unleash it. First, he needed to "break the embrace," "retreat to a safe distance," and "activate the ability before Iviste takes action." Even the first step seemed hopeless. Who could resist the loving embrace of a sixth-tier demigod? It’s incredibly unlikely. Unless her mind experienced an unprecedented lapse, a distraction so overwhelming it captured her entire attention. Only then might he seize the fleeting flaw for escape. Presently, he was virtually cornered. Time ticked swiftly by as Iviste’s fiery gaze roamed over Lynn's face, seemingly wanting to strip him bare and kiss him from top to bottom. No, not quite hopeless! Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lynn's mind! This fleeting change didn't escape Iviste’s notice. "Your heartbeat suddenly quickened." She grinned seductively, “Are you plotting to deceive your master? That's not acceptable, you know. It would make me very upset—" In the next moment, Iviste’s elegant brows arched sharply, her crimson eyes widening as unspoken words were swallowed back. A moment later, unprecedented delight mixed with barely perceptible confusion surfaced in her gaze. Unbeknownst to her, the boy had wrapped his arms around her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. "Mmmph…" Being treated with such intimacy by the boy in her arms, untouched by the influence of the desire imprint, was a first. Eventually, they parted. Iviste slowly lifted her head, a faint blush gracing her fair face, unsure if it was from lack of breath or inner shyness. Watching Her Highness’s dreamy look, Lynn licked his lips. “There’s something I must tell you.” Iviste panted slightly, her cool, slender finger pressed gently against his lips once more: “That counts as your sentence.” As she spoke, a faint blood-red glow began emanating from her, ripples of divine factor resonating outward. However, Lynn did not act as she had anticipated, grasping instead Iviste’s finger first. Following this, he delivered the finishing blow. “Your Highness…I’ve regained my memories.”