[Volume 4]: Chapter 68 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

The special fragrance was so strong in the air that even Amelia, holding her breath in time, was of no avail. Soon after, it felt as if a flame was burning within her, with an unstoppable momentum. The burning made a faint blush appear on Amelia's cheeks. Her eyes reddened, and her amethyst eyes sparkled with fragmentary light, full of a tempting and bewildering color. The heat made Amelia unable to bear it and she licked her lips, looking at Ifia in front of her, as if a delectable dessert was emitting waves of tempting fragrance, attracting the demon to devour it. Of course, compared to devouring in the physical sense, she preferred a non-bloody indulgence. She wanted to reach out and lift the delicate Ifia, suspending her in mid-air, depriving her of the sense of security. To do some naughty things. To make her fair skin take on a faint pink hue, to suppress the urge to lightly hum, and for her obsidian-like eyes to shimmer with moisture. As she blinked lightly, tears could not help but fall down her cheeks. Her delicate arms strained to push away, making a somewhat ridiculous resistance, causing her raven-black cascading hair to sway. Just thinking about it made her feel bitter! At that moment, Amelia couldn't control the strange thoughts that came to her mind, and her scorching gaze quickly made Ifia realize that something was amiss. Puzzled, Ifia turned her head to look, and when she met Amelia's gaze, she suddenly felt as if she were being stared at by a ferocious beast. Her profound amethyst eyes lost their tenderness and were now filled with desire. This made Ifia's body instantly stiffen, her expression tense, afraid to move, fearing that the slightest movement would signal her surrender. To be directly pounced upon. What's going on? Everything was fine just now! Like a vigilant little animal, Ifia dared not move. Her eyes were full of vigilance as she quickly spoke, trying to catch Amelia's attention. At the same time, she comforted herself, perhaps it was an incorrect premonition. "Fragrance? I didn't smell anything!" As Ifia mentioned the fragrance, Amelia came back to her senses, trying to maintain her composure. At this moment, no matter how slow she might be, she knew that this scent was abnormal and capable of igniting desire. She thought back to the time Taromati had just left from here... Obviously, it was a little gift left by it. At the thought of Taromati's aphrodisiac methods, Amelia couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead, feeling the need to have a good "chat" with it later! However, even she had fallen victim to it. Why was Ifia unaffected? In terms of human fragility, they were simply unable to resist such a fragrance. They would directly become slaves to desire. However, Ifia was fine now, and nothing had happened. Realizing this, Amelia looked up again at the still apprehensive Ifia, only to see the Holy Lotus mark on her neck emitting a faint white light at this moment. So it was because of it. Although the temporarily nurtured Holy Lotus within her would bring the temporary "Holy Mother" buff, it would also prevent evil entities from getting too close. Especially demonic plants. Just like now, by directly absorbing the scent, it prevented being ensnared. Seeing that Ifia was unharmed, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. Then, while her sanity was still intact, she used her magic to consume the remaining fragrance, preventing the symptoms from worsening. But when she tried to use her magic to remove the abnormality in her body, she found that it only had a marginal suppressive effect. How marvelous. Taromati's lecherous poison was actually unremovable! A tinge of fierceness flashed in Amelia's amethyst eyes. She forcibly suppressed it, focusing on the abnormality in her body. If she couldn't remove it immediately, the frenzy of desire might lead her to do unpredictable things. She didn't want to harm Ifia. Engaging in intimate activities with the person she liked, Amelia hoped to remain in a clear and conscious state, rather than being controlled by desire. She wanted to firmly remember every moment. After all, the pleasure of unity of body and mind was incomparable to mere physical pleasure! Without any hesitation, Amelia immediately made the decision that she must leave now. Afterward, she would lock herself away in a secluded place until the lecherous poison dissipated, and only then would she return to Ifia's side. "Sorry, Ifia, I have something to do, you go back first..." "No!" Although Ifia was afraid of the current Amelia, the moment she saw her feebly apologize with a smile, a dense pain surged in her heart, interrupting her. At the same time, Ifia took a few steps forward and reached out, gripping Amelia's arm. With a serious look in her dark eyes, she appeared fearless. However, as Ifia reached out and made contact, Amelia's body trembled slightly. While she had been able to suppress her desires before, now her composure was gradually crumbling, turning into a shattered mess unable to be quickly put back together. This abnormality didn't get unnoticed by Amelia. She looked up, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her mesmerizing amethyst eyes had turned bright red like blood. Her originally tender amethyst eyes could disguise themselves as amiable, but now they were filled with malicious intent. Her enchanting face also bore a sly smile, as she slowly licked her upper lip with her red tongue. With the gentle parting of her red lips, pointed teeth appeared faintly, very sharp. "Amelia?" Unaware that Amelia had started to transform, Ifia asked with some concern. The next moment, Amelia raised her other hand to cover Ifia's eyes. Then, she lowered her head, her red eyes full of excitement. The gaze with which she scrutinized Ifia seemed to be considering how to devour her. At this point, after being engulfed by desire, she now embraced desire as paramount. Why bother with so much unnecessary chatter? She would sleep now and deal with the rest later. If Ifia dared to escape, it would mean she wasn't trying hard enough. Amelia would make her lie on the bed and show her proper adoration, rendering Ifia unable to muster the strength to get up. As a demon, how could she disappoint her partner? These were the thoughts racing through Amelia's mind, and with a smile carrying a tinge of malice, she leaned in quickly. Her palm covering Ifia's eyes felt the long eyelashes frantically batting, like a trapped small animal quivering with fear. And her full, soft lips were tightly pressed together, her tense body revealing panic and confusion. But it was unable to escape control, just like a weak bird. "Ifia, I'm feeling unwell, can you help me?" "What's wrong with you?" Amelia looked silently at Ifia. Seeing this pitiful and cute little thing, who had been panicking and trying to escape, immediately stop moving at the mention of her discomfort, she showed concern on her face, trying to remove the hand covering Ifia's eyes. So adorable! It made the demon want to devour her quickly, filling her heart with desire. Thinking these thoughts, Amelia's demon tail couldn't be concealed any longer. At this moment, it emerged spiritedly, swaying in mid-air. This time, it wouldn't be stopped by her sanity, and the demon tail was ecstatic. It wound around Ifia's arm, round after round, its sharp tip brushing against the soft skin, resembling a lecher, causing Ifia's body to quiver slightly. She then asked with some confusion, "Amelia, what is this?"