Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 132: Yveste, Fully Unleashed

No matter how one looked at it, Yveste could never compare to her future self.

This was a truth she hated to admit but one that objectively existed.

But did being a flawed version mean she was destined to lose to the perfected one?

Of course not.

Love is blind and irrational. It doesn’t follow rules or predetermined outcomes.

This was the lesson Yveste took away from Chronicles of Xino.

Since she and her future self now coexisted as two distinct women in Lynn’s eyes, Yveste believed it was better to cut all ties and distinguish herself completely.

If she succeeded in doing so, the entire dynamic of their relationship would shift.

Even if everything she did made her more like her future self, it wouldn’t matter—so long as Lynn fell in love with the person she was now.

And besides, Yveste didn’t believe she was entirely without an edge.

She understood herself well: no matter how much her future self might change, one thing would remain constant.

When Yveste wanted something, she took it. Once she claimed it, she would guard it fiercely for life.

Could her future self possibly tolerate the knowledge of her past self doing all sorts of intimate things with Lynn?

No matter how sugarcoated it was, the truth was undeniable:

Yveste had been the one to take many of Lynn’s firsts—his first time being naked with someone, his first kiss, his first embrace, even his first night spent sharing a bed.

And yet, the counterattack from her future self was so weak.

Didn’t this prove that her future self was trapped in some kind of predicament, unable to interfere with the present? Forced to helplessly watch as everything unfolded?

Moreover, Lynn had spent more time with her—the Yveste of now.

With such an overwhelming advantage, she felt confident that her adorable “puppy” would eventually come back to her, tail wagging, to beg for affection.

Thinking this, Yveste’s pink tongue twirled delicately, causing the boy in her arms to breathe even more rapidly.

A flicker of triumph lit up her crimson eyes.

To her future self, wasn’t this nothing short of a live broadcast?

This time, I win.

As that thought bloomed in her mind, Yveste felt a clarity and ease she hadn’t experienced in days. The mental burden she’d carried was finally gone.

And at that moment, a surge of unprecedented crimson light erupted from her body, enveloping both her and Lynn in its brilliance.

What…?

A glimmer of astonishment flashed in Yveste’s eyes.

The once dormant, desolate inner world within her—the extraordinary power and supernatural authorities she had once prided herself on—was reviving.

Not just her; even Lynn was stunned.

He had assumed that Yveste’s inability to regain her powers was due to the Force of Narrative Correction.

After all, he had altered her fate, sparing her from the tragic ending dictated by the Wishing Jar’s core attributes.

In Lynn’s calculations, to maintain narrative balance and prevent Yveste from growing too powerful too quickly, the story’s logic likely restricted her from regaining her extraordinary strength for an extended period.

But now it seemed…

It wasn’t the story’s constraints.

It was her own inner turmoil.

With her emotional knots untangled, her power had returned on its own?

Well, that’s… something.

Lynn exhaled deeply, relieved.

He had been worried that his plans to return to the capital would lack the necessary backing if Yveste remained powerless. But now, his confidence surged.

Thinking this, he decided that such a serious moment wasn’t the time for… this.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gently pushed her away.

“Your Highness, congratulations on—”

Before he could finish, Yveste looped her arm around the back of his head, pulling him close again.

Damn it!

He wasn’t even a proper subordinate—just an underling being seduced by his boss! What kind of workplace drama was this?!

Looking at the woman before him, enveloped in a crimson glow, her radiant beauty and sultry allure made his heartbeat involuntarily quicken.

Time seemed to blur.

Eventually, her soft lips parted from his. She opened her crimson eyes, their depths filled with a mysterious intensity.

Their faces were still inches apart, close enough to feel the rhythm of each other’s hearts.

“Have you fallen for me yet?” she whispered.

“Even just a little?”

Yveste’s breath tickled Lynn’s ear like a gentle breeze, her voice almost a whisper.

“…No,” Lynn gritted his teeth. “And by the way, I’m just your subordinate. You’d best remember that, Your Highness.”

That’s right.

This was nothing more than a fleeting sensation—like stardust in the cosmos.

Even if it had been Lady Milanie or Afia who had done this to him, his body would likely have reacted the same way.

Thinking this, the guilt in Lynn’s heart toward the Witch lessened slightly.

“I see…”

Yveste’s eyes dimmed as if she were genuinely disheartened, a hint of disappointment flickering in her gaze.

“…”

For some reason, seeing her like this made Lynn instinctively want to say something, to explain himself.

But then it struck him: with her newfound clarity and sharpened demeanor, would a woman like Yveste really show such a pitiful, girlish expression?

As expected, the faint glimmer of mischief and triumph in her crimson eyes gave her away in the next moment.

Women… it’s all an act.

Frustrated, Lynn withdrew the hand he had instinctively been about to extend. Breaking free from Yveste’s embrace, he stood up.

At that moment, he felt a sudden heat and prickling sensation on his tongue.

“Hiss!”

Lynn inhaled sharply, grabbing a small mirror from the nearby desk to check his reflection.

Initially, he thought the woman might have bitten him during their kiss.

But to his astonishment, a clearly visible crimson mark was slowly appearing on the tip of his tongue.

“What… What is this?!” Lynn asked in shock.

“That’s my mark.”

Now that her strength had returned, Yveste no longer needed the support of her wheelchair. Rising gracefully to her feet, she walked over to him. “The old one was removed by that other woman, so naturally, I had to replace it.”

Placing her hands on the desk, she leaned in slightly, her crimson eyes fixed on the dark-haired boy crouched before her.

This woman…

The pain on his tongue quickly subsided, but Lynn’s expression grew darker by the second.

Just when he thought he was starting to see her in a different light, she went and ruined it.

“What does this mark do? And why, of all places, did it have to be on my tongue?” he asked, his face like a thundercloud.

Yveste’s pink tongue slid teasingly across her lips, leaving them glistening. Whose saliva it was, Lynn didn’t want to know.

“What it does… You’ll find out when the time comes,” she replied with a sly grin, her tone almost playful as if relishing a private joke.

Damn it.

Lynn took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm his growing irritation.

If she didn’t want to tell him, pressing her would only be a waste of effort.

He knew well enough that threatening to ask the Witch would be a surefire move right now. However, something held him back—it felt like it would be too much.

Using that line sparingly could be effective, but overdoing it would only push Yveste to her limits. Sooner or later, it would lead to an explosion he wasn’t ready to handle.

With that in mind, he let out a soft sigh.

Now that Yveste seemed back to her usual self, her illness under control and her strength fully restored, it was finally time to talk business.

“Your Highness,” Lynn said, slipping a hand into his pocket and gently clutching the stack of letters Eleanor had sent him.

“Do you have plans to return to the Imperial Capital?”