Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 131: This Princess Will Make You Fall in Love with Me

Lynn wasn’t quite sure what mindset he had while reading through the stack of letters.

By the time he came back to his senses, the last sheet of paper in his hand was crumpled from his tight grip.

"Brother, I miss you so much…"

That heart-wrenching sentence, along with the dried tear stains at the edge of the letter, filled Lynn’s chest with an oppressive mix of sorrow and rage.

What kind of unbearable burden must have fallen upon that little girl, who used to trail behind him in tears, for her to write to him in such a voice?

Her sadness seeped through every word.

With the family in ruins, their former life completely shattered, she was now the only one holding up the fragile remains of the Bartleon family.

And him, as her elder brother? He had truly failed her.

Recalling the letters’ contents—from the earliest to the most recent—the tone began as expressions of stress and sorrow. But as time went on, the writing became cold and detached.

Lynn didn’t believe for a second that Eleanor resented him. He understood perfectly well that she was likely under surveillance by the Mosgra family, with even the letters’ contents being forcibly controlled.

In fact, it was highly probable that the later letters hadn’t been written by her at all.

Taking a deep breath, Lynn shifted his gaze to another letter.

This one contained only a single sentence:

"Don’t come back."

The handwriting was familiar—it belonged to his sister-in-law, the eccentric woman who had never gotten along with him.

Her marriage to his elder brother had been purely political, and their relationship was filled with constant quarrels. She was a strange and unorthodox woman, to say the least.

He hadn’t expected her to send him such a letter, let alone include a sum of money, as the attached remittance slip suggested.

According to Yveste’s intelligence, she had seemingly vanished from the capital, possibly for reasons tied to the unborn child she carried. Many forces were currently searching for her whereabouts.

"How could I not go back?"

Looking at the letter, Lynn clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

He had originally planned to wait for Yveste’s reply before making his move.

But after reading these letters, he felt he could wait no longer.

He wanted to return to the capital immediately—

And rip off the heads of those bastards to kick them around like soccer balls.

Just then, the hurried footsteps of a maid approached from behind.

“Master Lynn, Her Highness requests your presence in her study!”

When Lynn finally pushed open the door to Yveste’s room, a familiar rose fragrance wafted over him.

The white-haired woman sat by the window in her wheelchair.

Unlike the intense and almost eerie fervor that had unnerved him before, her expression now was calm and composed, bordering on cold.

What’s going on?

Uncertain whether this change was a good or bad sign, Lynn carefully closed the door behind him.

He stayed alert, wary that she might suddenly pounce on him again, trapping him with kisses and bites.

Not that he couldn’t handle such an approach in theory—

But he had more important things to do right now. There was no time to waste.

If Yveste persisted in her obsession, he had already resolved to leave the Witch’s Trial for another time and return to the capital alone to enact his revenge.

“Your Highness, you called for me?” Lynn asked cautiously.

Hearing his voice, Yveste slowly turned her head, her crimson eyes scanning him from top to bottom.

After a long silence, she broke into a faint smile.

“Why are you standing so far away? Come closer, so I can get a good look at you.”

Lynn took a deep breath before stepping forward, eventually kneeling on one knee before her.

As the delicate fragrance enveloped him, he suddenly felt a cool and silky sensation on his chin.

Yveste had lifted her hand, gently tilting his face upward to meet her gaze.

At this moment, the distance between them was almost nonexistent.

Lynn could feel her sweet, honeyed breath invading his senses, making his heart beat just a little faster.

Logically, Yveste’s allure was on par with that of a succubus—if not greater than the Witch’s.

But it was just her body.

"I am forever loyal to the Witch!"

Lynn chanted this mantra repeatedly in his mind, as though trying to hypnotize himself.

Unaware of his inner turmoil, Yveste’s crimson eyes meticulously studied every inch of his face, as though she were rediscovering the man before her.

“You’re quite good-looking,” she said softly, brushing aside a strand of hair from Lynn’s forehead. “Even if I weren’t looking at you as a pet, you’d still be exceptional as an independent individual.”

“In this world, I’m sure many women would want you as their lifelong partner.”

As she spoke, she pinched his cheek teasingly, almost playfully.

For some reason, her words and gaze caused Lynn’s heart to skip a beat.

Compared to the more invasive interactions from when he was imprisoned, this was practically innocent. Yet it inexplicably felt more thrilling.

Lynn couldn’t understand why.

“Your Highness, if you have something to say, please get to the point.”

He took a deep breath and averted his gaze, breaking the spell.

“I do have something to say to you,” Yveste said softly, gently brushing her fingers along Lynn’s nose. “But before that, I’d like you to answer a few questions honestly.”

“That woman… is she really that important to you?”

“Your Highness, there’s no need to separate yourself from her. In my eyes—”

“Spare me those words. They’re fine for fooling little girls,” Yveste interrupted, pressing a cool finger against his lips to silence him. “Besides, I know perfectly well what kind of person I am.”

“With her personality, I’m sure she’s already insisted that you treat the two of us as completely separate entities.”

Lynn had expected Yveste to grow angry, but to his surprise, she remained remarkably calm.

Holy hell!

She’s… composed?

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Yveste didn’t say anything right away. After a moment of silence, she posed her next question.

“How big is the gap between her and me in your heart?”

A death trap of a question.

Lynn briefly considered showering her with flattery to save his skin. But under her unwavering, serious gaze, he found himself unable to speak empty words.

If he had to be honest, they were equally matched.

After all, at their core, they were the same person.

But the Witch had done far more to help him. She had saved his life in critical moments, and her personality added to her appeal. For the amnesiac Lynn, her importance outweighed Yveste’s.

Sensing his evasive eyes, Yveste seemed to understand something.

“I see…” she said quietly.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, her expression remained calm. She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Noticing Lynn’s puzzled look, she smiled faintly, her expression unreadable.

“Are you curious why I’m not angry?”

She reached out and patted his head.

Yes, he was curious.

What did she do these past few days? Meditate on life? Attain enlightenment?

Lynn was utterly confused.

“These past few days, spending time alone in my room, I’ve enjoyed a rare bit of quiet,” Yveste said softly. “I’ve thought about many things… and understood a lot.”

“But first, there’s something I need to tell you.”

As Yveste’s crimson eyes locked onto his, Lynn’s heart inexplicably quickened.

“Your Highness, you—”

“To be honest, your earlier response may seem calm on the surface,” Yveste interrupted, her voice growing firm, “but deep down, it infuriated me to no end.”

Before he could react, she reached out and pinched his cheeks hard.

Her piercing crimson gaze bore into his, as if she were trying to convey something profound from the depths of her soul.

“Because what you’ve essentially done is outright deny me—not just as your master but also as a woman. You’ve admitted that, in your heart, another woman holds a higher position than I do.”

“It’s like saying, ‘Yveste, you’re just a pathetic failure.’”

“Your Highness, I didn’t mean—”

Lynn tried to explain, but Yveste didn’t give him the chance.

“But so what?” she said, a sudden smile forming on her lips. “Long before you appeared at my side, I’d already grown accustomed to failure. I’ve long since accepted my role as the failure in everyone’s eyes.”

“Do you think that a mere setback like this could shatter my dignity and pride as a Princess?”

“Lynn Bartleon, don’t underestimate me.”

In that moment, the familiar arrogance and boldness of the villainous Princess seemed to awaken within her, as if the old Yveste had returned.

To Lynn’s astonishment, she suddenly grabbed his collar, pulling him closer until the tips of their noses were nearly touching.

His heart raced as the sudden proximity caught him off guard.

Is she… about to kiss me?

He assumed Yveste’s yandere tendencies were flaring up again and instinctively prepared himself for her fiery advances.

But instead, her soft lips brushed lightly against his cheek before stopping at his ear.

“From now on, I’ll try to see you as an independent individual,” she whispered, her warm, sweet breath tickling his ear.

“I’ll see you as a human, a man, an incredibly capable man with fully developed… biological traits.”

“A man who can sire children with a woman.”

What does she mean by this?!

The warmth of her breath, combined with the weight of her words, made a foreboding realization creep into Lynn’s heart.

And then, like a blade slicing straight through him, her next words hit him hard.

“Lynn, I’ll make you fall in love with me.”

“As a man, you’ll fall in love with me as a woman.”

Lynn stared blankly at the wall behind Yveste, his thoughts an incoherent jumble.

But she didn’t give him the chance to sort them out.

“By the way… were you just thinking that I was about to kiss you?”

“I wasn’t…”

“Congratulations, you guessed right.”

“Mm—!”

In an instant, a warm, soft sensation engulfed him, pulling Lynn into what felt like a sweet, inescapable trap.

His mind overheated and completely shut down, leaving him incapable of any coherent thought.

At the same time, one thing became crystal clear.

Lynn finally realized just how much Yveste had changed compared to when she had imprisoned him.

Back then, even when she had fed him mouth-to-mouth, the experience was devoid of any real emotion—just a mechanical exchange of contact. But today, something entirely new emanated from her.

It was… desire.

… Lynn, you’re pressing against Her Highness!