I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 57: Evelyn Is Trying To Seduce Her?! (2)

Chapter 57: Evelyn Is Trying To Seduce Her?! (2)

What was she supposed to do?

What was she supposed to say?

At this point, it felt like she was the one trapped in a game except Evelyn was the player, clicking through all her available choices, fully committed to seducing her.

The bite mark on her neck throbbed, a stark reminder of Evelyn’s unexpected boldness.

It almost felt like a branding mark, like she belonged to Evelyn and no one else.

The thought made her dizzy. Or maybe it wasn’t just the thought.

Something in the air was making her feel lightheaded, her body warmer than it should be.

A sweet, intoxicating scent clung to her senses, making everything hazy.

Then, the system helpfully confirmed her suspicions.

[System Notification]

[Evelyn Is Using An Aphrodisiac Scent On You.]

Excuse me?!

Heat prickled at her skin. It was not the pleasant kind.

It was an "I-need-to-shut-this-down-right-now" kind of warmth because she, herself, gets out of control.

She scanned the room, but there was no source in sight.

That meant the scent had to be coming from something on Evelyn.

And given how Evelyn herself looked flushed and unsteady, she was probably being affected, too.

"Evelyn," Verena started, voice tight, trying to keep herself calm.

The girl wasn’t listening.

Instead, Evelyn leaned in even closer, her breath hot against Verena’s skin.

Then, with terrifying boldness, she flicked her tongue over the darkening bite mark she’d left on Verena’s neck.

Verena jerked. "Mmph—!"

A sharp, involuntary shiver ran through her.

Pain mixed with a strange, teasing warmth, and her body definitely didn’t know how to react to both at once.

This girl!

Verena had enough.

Before Evelyn could pull any more stunts, Verena moved.

In a swift, forceful motion, she grabbed Evelyn and flipped their positions.

Now, she was on top.

The doormat had gotten too bold.

"Where is it, Evelyn?"

"W-What are you talking about?" Evelyn stammered, eyes wide, face flushed.

Verena didn’t answer.

Instead, she moved. Her hands slid down Evelyn’s sides, gliding over the curve of her waist, her fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of her dress as she searched.

She traced along the dip of her torso, her palms smoothing over her ribs, feeling for any hidden bump or any foreign object that could be the source of that damn scent.

Evelyn shivered beneath her touch, her breath hitching, but Verena barely registered it.

Because right now, she had a problem.

She felt undeniably, unbearably horny.

And that was bad.

She was never horny. Ever.

If anything, she had the sex drive of a mildly interested rock.

Now, her mind was spinning, her body was on fire, and every repressed, neglected, depressed desire she’d ever ignored suddenly felt like it was crawling out of its grave.

If she didn’t fix this fast, she might actually jump this doormat to stomp all over her and do all kinds of terrible, unspeakable things.

She needed to find the source before she lost what little self-control she had left.

"You know exactly what I mean, Evelyn," Verena warned, her voice dropping into something dangerously low.

Evelyn, already flushed and squirming, shook her head rapidly. "N-No, I don’t—!"

Oh, she definitely did. But fine. If she wanted to play dumb, Verena would just have to take matters into her own hands.

She raked her eyes over Evelyn’s body, mind racing.

It wasn’t on her torso. She would have felt it by now. That meant there was only one other place it could be.

A wicked idea crept into her mind.

"Can I open your legs?"

"W-What?" Evelyn’s breath hitched, eyes wide.

She looked too dazed from the aphrodisiac to process the full weight of that question, which was probably why, against all reason, she nodded.

Verena didn’t waste a second. She grabbed Evelyn’s knees and spread them apart, revealing—

Panties. Soft, lacy, pink panties.

Fuck this novel! What’s with all these horny-ass scenarios?!

She had been forcibly dropped into this smut novel, sure, but did it really have to shove her into these ridiculous situations every time?

To be fair, at least her instincts had been right.

Wrapped snugly around Evelyn’s thighs was the culprit.

A delicate band of enchanted flora, woven together like a garter.

A soft, glowing flower was nestled against her inner thigh, its petals shimmering faintly with infused magic.

The scent was still thick in the air, its potency enhanced by alchemical reagents meant to amplify its effects.

So that’s how it was wrapped. A literal aphrodisiac garter belt.

Verena exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers against her temple.

Of course it’s there. Because why wouldn’t it be?

Now the only question was, how the hell was she supposed to take it off without making this even more ridiculous?

Suddenly, Evelyn wrapped her arms around Verena’s neck, pulling her in close, her breath warm against her skin.

"Are you going to touch me down there?" she murmured, eyes hazy.

"W-What?!"

Panic surged through her as she instinctively tried to pull away, but Evelyn clung to her like a lifeline, her grip surprisingly strong for someone who usually folded like wet paper.

Steeling herself, Verena reached for the garter, fingers fumbling against the smooth fabric. But in the process, completely by accident, her fingers grazed something else.

Evelyn gasped.

It was wet.

Nope. Nope. She was not going to acknowledge that. Not now. Not ever.

After a few desperate tugs, she finally yanked the aphrodisiac-laced garter free and practically launched herself out of Evelyn’s hold.

Without wasting another second, she bolted to the sink, aggressively scrubbing the cursed thing between her hands like it carried the plague.

The scent clung stubbornly to her skin, but she kept rubbing, harder and faster, until at last, finally, it was gone.

She exhaled, slumping over the sink.

"This," she muttered, "is exactly why I hate this novel."

As Verena turned around, she caught sight of Evelyn struggling to stand, her legs wobbling, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

She still looked completely dazed, clearly feeling the lingering effects of that damned aphrodisiac.

’Affection Event, my ass! That was a full-blown Sex Event!’

Just as Evelyn’s balance gave out, Verena lunged forward, catching her before she could hit the floor.

The girl practically melted into her arms, weak and helpless.

Verena sighed, exasperated. "Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless."

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