[Volume 4]: Chapter 83 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Amelia knew that the side effects of the Disaster Vine would definitely show up. Due to the strength of one's will, the onset of these side effects varies. However, it was unexpected for someone like Ifia, who had just come into contact with the Disaster Vine, to experience side effects, reflecting her surprisingly weak willpower. (-) Somehow, Amelia felt an urge to laugh. She suppressed her amusement and silently reminded herself about the real business at hand: dealing with the side effects manifesting in Ifia. Compared to the sacred attributes of the Holy Lotus, the side effects of the Disaster Vine were more troublesome. "It's so terrible here, Amelia, I feel so cold~" After waiting for Ifia to adapt to the side effects of the Disaster Vine, her body quickly returned to its usual suppleness. However, when she spoke again, her words seemed to carry a hint of provocation. Her almond-shaped eyes blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered. Her displeasure was evident in her actions as she lightly bit her bottom lip with her teeth. Her watery black eyes exuded a slight hint of frustration as she looked up at Amelia, and her gestures exuded a touch of coquetry. Her petite body leaned in, and her hands began to move without reservation. She leisurely traced Amelia's waist and abdomen, occasionally teasing with her fingertips, lightly brushing against the fullness underneath. Finding no resistance, Ifia, emboldened by strong desire, transitioned to gently kneading. The intense desire made Ifia couldn't help but lick her lips. Her eyes shone brightly, as if containing a galaxy of stars that glittered and sparkled. While Amelia witnessed this, she couldn't help but sigh softly, wishing Ifia were always this assertive instead of being timid and shy, only daring to be teasing before retreating. Ifia's acquisition of the side effects of the Disaster Vine was not for anything else, but to amplify her own desires, meaning those thoughts once hidden in her heart were now laid bare. She no longer felt the need to shy away or speak in ambiguity. Instead, she unreservedly expressed her inner desires with full confidence. In light of this transformed Ifia, Amelia didn't find it unpleasant; rather, she quite enjoyed it. After all, a proactive little one made the demon eager with anticipation. What sort of tricks would she play? Yet, the precondition was that the side effects of the Disaster Vine would not harm Ifia. Though the side effects merely magnified Ifia's own desires, upon their successful release and satisfaction, they would pose a serious threat to her well-being, developing an addictive nature. Therefore, despite Amelia's fondness for the proactive Ifia, she couldn't act recklessly now. For the next seven days, she had to resist Ifia's temptation. Thinking of this, Amelia wanted to sigh again; she felt that rather than torturing Ifia, it was torturing herself. "Amelia, why aren't you speaking? Do you think I'm too forward?" While indulging in the touching, Ifia, who had zealously taken initiative, seemed to insist on voicing out, even when her audacious moves could be deemed provocative. At this moment, accompanied by her own ambiguous murmurs, Ifia's black eyes gradually grew hazy. She was very tempted to just throw herself at Amelia here and now. Then do this and that to her. Make bolder moves~ However, a girl who was too forward would be considered frivolous – a label Ifia definitely wouldn't accept! So, before Amelia could respond, Ifia added, "I'm not being too forward, it's just too cold here, and it would be more convenient to keep each other warm." Friction indeed generates heat. With a satisfied grin, while speaking, Ifia couldn't help but rub her cheek against the fullness, enjoying the delight of a cleansing foam. This sensation was truly exhilarating, making Ifia yearn for more. Consequently, she thought of using her mouth. She truly wanted to leave her mark on Amelia. Just as Ifia daydreamed and was about to act, Amelia didn't "yield" but instead extended her finger to tap Ifia's forehead, using a bit of force to push her back a few steps. When Ifia reacted, she immediately pouted with anger. Gazing at Amelia with accusing eyes, she seemed to question why her 'affection' was rejected? Amelia just smiled and said, "Ifia, we're currently in an underground ice cave, so it's normal to feel cold. Let's head back now." This was the voice of reason. But intoxicated with desire, Ifia was not ready to give up. Even though it was a bit cold here, doing something more intense●, creating friction to generate heat, would also be great. Hmm! Even if Amelia wanted to escape, she couldn't now. In this underground ice cave, even if she shouted until her voice went hoarse, nobody would come. Therefore, she was free to act as she pleased. To pin down Amelia~ Thinking this way, Ifia's eyes started to grow dangerous, and she quietly took two steps forward. Ready to "overpower" Amelia. However, just as Ifia was gearing up, it seemed as if Amelia saw through her intentions and deliberately pointed out, "Ifia, you are wearing very thick clothes now, and you look so cute in them." Amelia's words made Ifia quickly remember her own attire and extinguished the blazing flames within her. Looking at herself and then at Amelia, she immediately saw the stark contrast between spring and winter. (This is so embarrassing!) Why did she look like a ball? How could she seduce Amelia like this?! She had just felt so confident that she could overwhelm Amelia with her charms, but now, wrapped up tightly and round as she was, she seemed to be displaying her allure to a blind person. For a moment, Ifia felt thoroughly depressed, which also made her behave obediently. Her puffed-up cheeks never seemed to diminish. With a hint of despondency and a slightly drooping gaze, her pitiful appearance was truly heart-wrenching. Seeing Ifia in this state, Amelia couldn't bear it and didn't say anything. Instead, she just led Ifia out of the underground ice cave back to the surface. Their original purpose for coming here had been achieved. Upon immediately boarding the carriage and returning to the residence in the small town, Amelia instructed Ifia to take a bath to dispel the cold and prevent her from falling ill due to the cold. Once Ifia had undressed and stepped into the tub, immersing herself in the hot water, her eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, her hands lightly resting on the edge of the tub, the black bracelet producing a muted sound as it collided against the rim. Feeling satiated, full of lustful thoughts. Now at home, free from the constraints of clothing, she could do so much more. "Amelia, just wait to be devoured by me!" Seemingly having an epiphany, Ifia squinted her eyes with a smile that hinted at an impending victory.