I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 113: Alone And Wet In An Inn Together?!

Chapter 113: Alone And Wet In An Inn Together?!

These damn sex events!

At this point, Verena had no choice but to admit it, she was basically a playgirl now.

Not by intention, but by sheer statistical probability. The amount of cliché, absurdly-timed, anime-grade situations she kept falling into was starting to feel like karmic punishment.

Once they were inside the room, they were soaked, freezing, and looking like they’d just swum through a storm.

The rain outside hadn’t let up, hammering against the windows. Their uniforms clung to them, damp and chilly.

"Nice my ass! Why did it suddenly rain?!" Sera snapped, shivering as she kicked off her boots like they’d betrayed her.

"I wonder too..." Verena muttered, genuinely bewildered.

"AND DON’T LOOK AT ME!"

Verena flinched, eyes snapping wide as the shout struck her like a slap to the eardrums.

"I-I won’t, I swear..."

"Just because I’m warming up to you doesn’t mean you get to perv around!"

Well, at least she wasn’t like Evelyn, who got clingy the second you showed her basic decency. Sera had bite. She had pride. She had... a very soaked uniform that clung a little too tightly to—

Verena abruptly turned away, cheeks dusted a faint pink. "Yeah, yeah, I’m not looking..."

It wasn’t about desire, honestly. It was just... Sera was cute.

Slender, short, with those big indignant eyes and that endlessly whiny tone—like an angry cat someone had tried to bathe.

She was barely holding herself back from embracing the girl.

Cool things were her weakness. Cute things were her downfall.

"HEY! I saw that look!"

"What look? I just thought... you looked kinda cute..."

"I’m this close to kicking your knees again..." Sera muttered, exasperated.

Verena braced herself for the incoming blow, but none came.

Instead, Sera turned on her heel, yanked open the outer door, and revealed a modest bath behind it. She stood there for a moment, her expression oddly pensive.

For someone who operated on exactly one brain cell, that much introspection was almost alarming.

There at the front was a rickety bucket, and when they turned on the faucet, a trickle of warm water sputtered out—barely enough to soak a person, let alone two people.

"What kind of bargain-bin inn did you drag us into?!"

"Hey, excuse you—I was going by pure survival instinct! Would you rather be airborne right now?!"

"Tch... whatever."

Verena eyed the sad excuse for a wash station, then turned slowly to Sera. "So... does this mean we have to bathe together?"

It was all starting to make sense now. Volume Two had clearly gone all-in on the "taming the bratty sub" arc—with a generous side of enemies-to-lovers chaos.

There was even that one classic trope: stranded together, and of course, surprise surprise, only one bed. Sera, as expected, had whined about murdering him in his sleep... which, naturally, led to a spiraling descent into heated hate sex where both tried (and failed) to dominate the other.

"W-W-W-What?!" Sera stammered, completely flustered and clearly short-circuiting.

"What? Never bathed with another girl before?" Verena teased, pausing with a mock-innocent tilt of her head. "Ah, right. You barely had any friends."

"Y-YOU—! I’LL SHOW YOU!"

Well, that was easier than expected.

"I’m actually joking..." Verena said with a sly grin.

"NO!" Sera snapped, arms crossed and face burning. "It’s happening now."

"...What?"

And somehow, it did.

The two of them stood stiffly in the tiny, cramped bathroom with just their towels on—barely enough space for their egos, let alone their bodies.

The tiles were old but clean, the mirror fogged up from the heat of the water already running, and the single, rickety stool in the corner looked like it had survived a war.

"You can go ahead first," Verena offered, feigning politeness.

Sera squinted at her. "So you can peek?"

"I wouldn’t waste my eyes like that."

"YOU—!"

Sera stormed past her and sat down on the stool, fumbling with the soap like it had personally offended her. She lathered up aggressively, muttering under her breath about scheming women and the betrayal of bathwater.

Verena turned away, suppressing a smile.

The sounds of water sloshing and Sera trying to pretend she wasn’t embarrassed filled the space between them.

Then came the voice: soft, begrudging.

"You... better not catch a cold."

"What was that?"

"Shut up and get over here before the water gets cold!"

Verena stepped closer, the humid atmosphere clinging to her skin as the steam curled gently around them, cloaking everything in a soft haze.

Sera had turned her back, pretending to focus on rinsing the suds from her hair, but her ears were flushed pink, betraying her.

Neither spoke for a moment.

Then, Verena knelt behind her.

She reached out, slowly, like she was approaching a skittish animal. Her fingers barely grazed Sera’s shoulders before pausing, giving space for refusal. None came.

So she began to wash.

Soft, circular motions. Careful not to startle. The soap slid between her fingers, and the heat from Sera’s skin seeped into her palms. Beneath all that bravado, Sera was tense, shoulders high, fists clenched, but she didn’t move away. Not once.

"Don’t touch anywhere weird," Sera muttered. But it wasn’t angry. It was quiet. Breathless.

"I know," Verena replied, her voice just as low, just as fragile. "Your skin feels nice. You maintain it well, hm?.."

Sera was all too aware of how naked she was and it felt deeply unnatural.

Unlike most girls, she had never been able to change or shower in front of others, not even during school trips or training. Modesty clung to her like second skin.

In truth, the last person to see her without clothes was probably her mother, back when she was no older than four.

Now, with Verena’s gaze trailing over her, Sera could feel every inch of her skin flush with heat. Her face burned, and her hands twitched with the urge to cover herself, but she refused to admit defeat.

"You’re sensitive... I barely even touched you, and you’re already trembling like a cornered mouse."

"S-Stop..." Sera’s voice was fragile, nearly a whisper.

Verena sighed softly.

To her, this wasn’t meant to be a big deal, but she understood that for someone like Sera, someone who clung tightly to pride and personal space, this was a rare moment of unguarded vulnerability.

"You’re doing well," Verena murmured at her ear, her voice low and reassuring.

Her hands began to move—slow, deliberate—trailing down the delicate line of Sera’s spine.

The girl shivered, biting back a sound as Verena’s touch felt like fire licking across her skin. Anyone else might have lost control in a moment like this.

But not Verena.

Her palm glided across Sera’s stomach, brushing the edge of her ribs, and then upwards, pausing just shy of danger.

Sera’s arms were raised, trusting, exposed. Verena continued cleansing her skin with practiced care, avoiding the forbidden places with almost infuriating precision.

They were just supposed to be two girls bathing together. But even Verena had to admit, this didn’t feel innocent at all.

Was it because they were older now? Because they were more aware? She wasn’t sure.

"OKAY! OKAY! STOP! IT’S MY TURN NOW!"

"O-Oh?"

"Turn around!"

But when it was Verena’s turn, Sera was immediately struck by the height difference. She actually had to stand on her toes just to reach Verena’s back—it was humiliating.

"Your towel..."

"Ah, right."

The moment Verena let it drop, Sera’s breath hitched. It was like getting flashbanged.

Her eyes snapped shut from how overwhelming it was.

The woman’s body was impossibly sculpted. Sleek, hourglass curves with a narrow waist that flared into full hips, her skin gleaming softly in the bath’s misty light.

It was the kind of beauty that didn’t feel real.

And now, Sera was about to feel that sensual beauty of Verena.

"H-Here goes..." Sera stammered, gripping the soap as she began to lather Verena’s back. Her heart plummeted the moment her fingers brushed against Verena’s skin.

Sera’s figure was youthful and slender in comparison, almost boyish, while Verena’s was fuller, soft curves beneath the suds.

The contrast made her pulse thunder in her ears, her breaths coming in quick, uneven bursts that she knew Verena could hear.

"If you’re going to wash me like that, it’s not going to work..." Verena teased, her voice low.

"Fuck you!"

She was determined to scrub harder, to rinse away every trace of tension, just as she’d seen Verena do for her.

But her hands slipped, drifting against the swell—

of Verena’s breast.

And then... she heard it. A soft moan, rich and unexpected.

Verena’s hand shot up to cover her lips. "H-Hey! You’re the one who messed up this time!"

"I-I-I-I-..."

Sera’s cheeks flamed as she stared at her trembling hands.

She could still feel the warmth of Verena’s skin, an imprint that no amount of soap back in her dorm would ever wash away.

[System Notification: Affection Update!]

[Target: Sera Anverre]

[+10 Affection Points Earned!]

[SYSTEM NOTICE: The mission was successful!]

[Affection Points: 19]

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