Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 92: A True God of Restraint

Yveste wasn’t wearing stockings today, opting instead to go barefoot in her high heels.

As Lynn stared at her slender, shapely legs, the pressure on him intensified.

After all, he was a man with normal physiological impulses. Accidentally brushing against certain places and struggling to maintain control would be entirely understandable.

But it was painfully clear that the crazy woman in front of him didn’t see him as a man at all.

How else could she have so easily agreed to his invitation for a date today?

Lynn sighed inwardly and reminded himself that this was all part of the plan.

Under the curious and embarrassed gazes of the shop assistants, he crouched down and reached for Yveste’s ankle.

Her ankle was slender, the skin smooth and soft to the touch, exuding a delicateness that was almost surreal.

Yveste watched him expressionlessly, showing no signs of shyness from this degree of physical contact.

Or perhaps such emotions simply didn’t exist in her repertoire.

Lynn gently lifted her calf with his right hand, his fingers deftly tugging at the heel of her shoe.

With a soft “pop,” a dainty, pale foot was revealed before him.

Whether it was because Yveste’s extraordinary strength had transformed her very essence or because her metabolism differed from that of ordinary humans, Lynn wasn’t sure.

What he did notice, however, was the faint scent of roses wafting from her, leaving him astonished.

For those with a foot fetish, resisting the urge to lick would take godlike self-restraint.

Thankfully, Lynn wasn’t one of them.

Even as he swallowed several times, he dutifully slid the semi-transparent crystal high heel onto her foot.

Then, he repeated the process for the other shoe.

Once done, he let out a sigh of relief as he looked at Yveste in her new heels.

“Your Highness, it’s done.”

Yveste frowned at the crystal heels on her feet and commented flatly, “They’re hideous.”

Despite her words, she rose to her feet and walked out of the store without a backward glance.

Lynn hurriedly settled the bill and grabbed her discarded black heels before chasing after her.

Their second stop was a local specialty restaurant in Orne City.

The place wasn’t upscale, but it was bustling with people. At lunchtime, every seat was nearly taken.

In a cramped corner, Yveste sat at a slightly worn round wooden table. Her arms were crossed, legs elegantly crossed as well, as she stared across the table at Lynn.

Her expression had grown even darker.

Moments later, two plates of aromatic stew were delivered, accompanied by a side of slightly hard rye bread.

“I really want to strangle you right now,” Yveste said icily, her tone colder than ever.

It was evident she hadn’t expected this man to be audacious enough to bring someone of her noble status to such a commoner’s eatery—somewhere she wouldn’t even glance at under normal circumstances.

“Your Highness, at least give it a try,” Lynn said as he handed her a spoon. “This is a restaurant I frequented when I was first exiled to Orne City.”

Even by the standards of his past life, he thought the food here was pretty decent.

As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of the stew and took a bite.

“I’ve never shared utensils with anyone,” Yveste said coldly, fixing her icy gaze on him. “Besides, in my opinion, this stuff is no better than dog food.”

“Cough, cough!”

Lynn, who had barely chewed twice, choked on the stew and turned to the side, coughing furiously.

For some reason, seeing him in such a state seemed to trigger something in Yveste. Her eyes lit up slightly, and her previously aloof expression softened as a mischievous smile curled her lips.

When Lynn finally managed to catch his breath and looked back at his plate, he found that his spoon had disappeared.

“Open your mouth.”

He looked up to see Yveste propping her chin up with one hand while holding a spoonful of stew in the other, bringing it to his face.

Her gaze was full of amusement, her thoughts unclear.

Recalling her earlier “dog food” comment, Lynn instantly realized her intention.

His expression darkened.

Stay calm. This is still part of the plan.

Just treat her like a kind and affectionate girlfriend feeding him out of love.

He imagined a demure and gentle Yveste leaning against him, pitifully calling him “Brother Lynn” while clinging to his arm, pressing it into her—

Lynn snapped out of his wild daydream to find that, at some point, he had already leaned forward and eaten the food from her spoon.

“Good boy.”

Yveste narrowed her eyes, her tone teasing as she lightly patted his head.

After leaving the restaurant, the sky began to darken.

But they hadn’t walked far down the street before Yveste suddenly stopped in her tracks.

“I’m hungry. Get me something to eat.”

Are you kidding me?!

Lynn was stunned.

Though he silently cursed her in his mind, he obediently jogged over to a nearby bakery and bought a freshly baked, buttery croissant.

“Your Highness, here you go.”

Lynn handed the paper bag holding the croissant to Yveste.

But instead of taking it, she casually remarked, “Hold it higher.”

Resigned, Lynn raised the croissant to her mouth.

Yveste slightly lowered her head, brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen near her ear. Her expression remained as cool as ever as she parted her crimson lips and took a small bite right from the center.

For some reason, Lynn found the scene oddly... provocative.

“Tasteless.”

After swallowing the bite, Yveste’s gaze briefly swept over him as she delivered her cold, indifferent verdict.

Fine.

You’re the boss.

Lynn shrugged, then looked around for a place to dispose of the rest of the croissant.

After all, he was still stuffed from being force-fed two full plates of stew and two pieces of bread at the restaurant earlier.

Now that he thought about it, whether it was being fed by Yveste at the restaurant or feeding her now, these were the kinds of things couples typically did.

Yet, somehow, thanks to her otherworldly antics, the whole situation felt bizarrely off.

There was no hint of romance or sweetness, only a vaguely aggravating sensation.

This sort of thing... only she could pull it off.

Before Lynn could toss the croissant, Yveste’s voice rang out again.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh... throwing it away?” Lynn replied, holding up the paper bag.

The temperature around them seemed to plummet instantly.

Yveste remained rooted in place, her expression turning icy and menacing.

“Are you saying that food this Princess has eaten is garbage?”

...Wow. What a unique perspective, Your Highness.

Even Lynn couldn’t help but mentally applaud her for this creative leap.

Under her terrifying gaze, he reluctantly told himself that this was technically an indirect kiss as he forced himself to eat the entire croissant, despite how full he was.

Not that she seemed to care about his suffering.

“Where to next?” she asked nonchalantly.

“The... circus?”

“Childish.”

Ten minutes later.

Watching Yveste sit silently, her gaze fixed on the circus performance, Lynn couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

Finally, he felt like he had scored a point against her.

“How is it, Your Highness? The show’s pretty entertaining, right?”

Her cold gaze turned to him, and she said flatly, “Go up there, replace the lion, and show me how to jump through a flaming hoop.”

“...I was wrong.”

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