Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 55: Such a Wonderful Woman… Too Bad She’s Alive

Did I really spare his life for such a shallow reason?  

The notion gnawed at Yveste as she stared at the discarded ring in the corner.  

Just because he was the first to call me beautiful? How ridiculous.  

Her icy demeanor hardened as she dismissed the unreliable ancient artifact. Its thousands of years of history rendered it prone to malfunctions.  

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying her frustration. Without hesitation, she grabbed the wine glass from the windowsill and drained it in one go.  

The faint flush of intoxication added a rare charm to her pale, delicate features, softening her typically stern expression.  

She stared at Lynn’s unconscious body, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.  

Finally, she sighed, forcing herself to calm down.  

“I don’t know why you pulled such a stunt tonight…” Yveste muttered coldly. “But you’re right about one thing.”  

She crossed her arms, gazing down at the boy sprawled on the floor.  

“Tonight is something I’ll never forget.”  

Despite dismissing his so-called “bet,” Yveste couldn’t deny the strangeness of her own behavior.  

She had acted in ways she never thought possible—saving him, reacting to his provocations.  

No one had dared shout at her, let alone threaten her with their own life.  

And yet, here he was, defying her authority, testing the limits of her patience.  

“If you ever dare try to run or pull something like this again…” she murmured, a cruel smile forming on her lips, “I’ll break your legs myself.”  

“But for now, I expect you to perform exactly as you boasted during the Succession Ceremony. If you fail…”  

She left the sentence unfinished, the chilling undertone saying all it needed to. 

 System Prompt:  

S-Rank character “Yveste Roland Alexini” plot deviation has increased to 1.53%.  

Lynn regained consciousness to the sound of the system notification.  

The paralysis and numbness had faded—his Lie Eater state must have been deactivated.  

As he groggily opened his eyes, he realized he was sprawled on the floor in an odd position, as if caught mid-pushup.  

Before he could move, he felt a weight press down on his back, pinning him in place.  

“Stay down,” came Yveste’s familiar, frosty voice from above.  

“Y-you…” Lynn started, attempting to lift himself, only to be forced back down by her foot.  

Reality sank in quickly.  

Seated elegantly on her crimson velvet chair, Yveste sipped from her wine glass while gazing at the moonlit window.  

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, and her alabaster skin glowed ethereally in the silver light.  

But Lynn wasn’t in the mood to admire her beauty.  

The reason for his strange position became all too clear.  

Yveste had propped her smooth, slender legs—and her bare feet—on his back as though he were a mere footstool.  

The sensation of her warm, soft skin pressing through the thin fabric of his shirt was impossible to ignore.  

Unbelievable!  

Rage bubbled up in Lynn’s chest. He wasn’t one to endure such humiliation lightly.  

But when he tilted his head in defiance, the angle offered an unintended view—up her skirt.  

The moonlight spilling through the window revealed a tantalizing silhouette, faint but unmistakable.  

For a brief, maddening moment, his frustration melted away.  

Interesting… so the mighty princess isn’t just barren of allies, but also a minimalist in certain respects.  

Lynn inhaled sharply, his fury dissipating like smoke in the wind.  

Thank you for the meal.  

He lowered his head, resuming his position as steadfastly as a soldier standing at attention.  

Above him, Yveste’s voice carried a mocking lilt.  

“How dare you try to end your life without my permission?” she chided.  

“And not only that… as my pet, you had the audacity to mock your master with such tricks.”  

Her tone grew colder. “Tell me, how should I punish you?”  

Lynn said nothing, choosing instead to remain still, focused entirely on “memorizing” the scenery before him.  

Yveste frowned at his silence, mistaking his compliance for despair.  

Perhaps I pushed him too far this time?  

After a moment’s thought, she decided to ease her punishment—just a little.  

“Very well,” she said casually, “stay down there and repeat after me: ‘I’m sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong.’ Say it until I’m satisfied.”  

Unbelievable, Lynn thought bitterly.  

His actions tonight weren’t borne of true recklessness. The anger and madness he displayed were partly feigned, calculated to push Yveste into drastic actions and increase her plot deviation.  

If not for his need to influence the future Witch of the End, he would’ve continued biding his time.  

Still, his gamble had paid off.  

Yveste’s plot deviation was now at 1.53%, earning him 100 system points. His total balance reached 183, enough to draw a new skill.  

Not bad.  

Now, he could only hope these changes carried over to the distant future.  

With a resigned sigh, Lynn muttered, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong.”  

Louder:  

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!”  

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!”  

A heavy silence filled the room, punctuated only by his repeated apologies.  

Yveste gazed at the moon, her thoughts inscrutable.  

After a while, she broke the stillness with an unexpected comment.  

“Don’t throw your life away so easily,” she murmured. “Once you’re dead… that’s it. There’s nothing left.” 

Lynn froze, startled by her sudden words.  

“…Yes, Your Highness,” he replied softly.  

Her foot pressed into his back harder.  

“Did I tell you to stop?”  

“…I’m sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!”  

Time passed. Exhausted, Lynn eventually faltered in his apologies, glancing up to gauge her reaction.  

But Yveste didn’t respond.  

She had fallen asleep in her chair, her posture serene.  

The moonlight highlighted her elegant figure and delicate features. Despite her regal poise, faint shadows under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion.  

What a shame, Lynn mused, such a wonderful woman… too bad she’s alive.  

Carefully, he slipped out from under her legs, gently lowering her feet to the carpet.  

Retrieving a soft silk blanket from her bed, he draped it lightly over her shoulders.  

“Goodnight, villainous princess,” he whispered.  

“I’ve got a date with the Witch of the End.”  

As Lynn quietly exited the room, Yveste’s eyes fluttered open.  

She glanced at the blanket, her fingers brushing over the fabric.  

“…At least he has a shred of decency left.”  

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