Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

Chapter 109: Kissing the princess.

Amelia's face, once a mask of confidence and poise, now wore an expression of stunned disbelief, her mouth forming a silent "O" of surprise as she struggled to process my revelation.

Her eyes, once bright with excitement, were now clouded with confusion, the shock of my declaration sending her into a state of paralysis as she grappled with the implications of my confession.

"You what?"

My hand, found its way to the back of my head, a nervous tic that was supposed to make the princess think I was shy as I tried to explain my feelings.

"I mean, you're so...so beautiful and charming and kind," I said. "It's no surprise that I find you irresistible. I mean, who wouldn't?

As the princess stared at me, her eyes wide and her expression stunned, I could see the disbelief and surprise writ large upon her features.

She was clearly unused to such open and honest declarations, her usual composure shaken by the unexpected admission.

"That's good for me," I thought, a slow smile spreading across my lips as I considered the possibilities. "If she's not used to such words, then it will make it easier to make her fall for me."

Amelia's voice, a soft murmur of confusion and uncertainty, rang out, a quiet plea for understanding in the silence of the room.

"I don't understand," she repeated, her words a wisp of sound as she struggled to process the implications of my declaration.

With a boldness that belied my station, I took a step closer to the princess, closing the distance between us until our bodies were mere inches apart.

My hand, a gesture of intimate courage, reached out and found hers, my fingers intertwining with hers as I looked into her eyes, my expression one of raw, intense passion.

My question, a direct and pointed inquiry, hung in the air, weighted with significance as I asked, "Do you like me, princess?"

Amelia's hesitation, a moment of doubt and uncertainty, melted away as she nodded slowly, her gaze locked with mine as she whispered, "Yes, you're charming and brave."

Her admission, a hesitant but sincere confirmation of her feelings, sent a ripple of excitement through my body, the thrill of her acceptance sending my heart racing with anticipation.

My triumph, a silent celebration of the victory that had been won, burned within me like a secret flame, its warmth spreading through my body as I regarded the princess with a calm, controlled expression.

"This is good," I said, my voice a low, smooth purr as I regarded Amelia with a knowing smile. "We like each other."

Amelia, her gaze full of longing, nodded in agreement, the height difference between us causing her to tilt her head upwards as she regarded me with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.

Her eyes, like twin pools of sapphire, reflected the intensity of her feelings, her confusion and her affection for me etched into every line of her face as she stood before me, her heart laid bare in the intimacy of that moment.

My question, a leading inquiry that hinted at the possibilities that lay before us, hung in the air between us as I asked, "Do you know what people who like each other do, Amelia?"

The question, a subtle yet suggestive prompt, sent a shiver of anticipation through Amelia's body, her eyes wide with curiosity and desire as she waited for my answer.

Amelia, her expression a mixture of naivety and surprise, shook her head quickly, her dark locks bouncing against her shoulders as she murmured, "No."

A slow, sensual smirk spread across my lips as I whispered the answer in Amelia's ear, my breath hot against her skin as I revealed the truth of my intentions.

"They kiss," I said, my words a tantalizing promise.

Amelia's eyes, twin pools of sapphire, widened with a mixture of emotions as she regarded me, her expression a kaleidoscope of shock, curiosity, and fear as she waited for my next move.

My question, a direct and challenging inquiry that left no room for ambiguity, hung in the air between us as I stared into Amelia's eyes, her expression a mixture of desire and hesitation.

"Do you want to kiss me?" I asked, my voice a low, insistent growl as I moved closer to her.

Amelia nodded, a hesitant but certain affirmation of her desire.

"Yes," she whispered.

Amelia's heartbeat, a rapid staccato rhythm that seemed to echo the excitement and uncertainty of our forbidden kiss, thundered in my ears as I leaned in closer to her, her body trembling with anticipation as our lips drew ever nearer.

My hand, strong and gentle, cupped Amelia's face as I held her steady, the tenderness of my touch a stark contrast to the intensity of our forbidden moment.

My lips, a whisper against her skin, pressed softly against hers in a gentle kiss.

The kiss was a light one, a mere whisper of skin against skin, a faint brush of our lips that was a gentle prelude to the passion that was to come.

[Kiss, +20 lust points]

As I pulled away from Amelia, her lips still parted in desire, I took a moment to observe her reaction, her cheeks flushed with a beautiful shade of pink that spoke to the depths of her desire.

Amelia, her expression a mixture of longing and expectation, gazed at me with wide, luminous eyes, her breath quickening as she waited for me to make my next move.

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The realization, a potent and undeniable truth, crashed into my mind with the force of a wave, the knowledge of Amelia's desire a heady rush that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

She wanted me, her desire for me a tangible presence that seemed to fill the air between us, the heat of her body a potent reminder of the forbidden passion that we shared.

I kissed her again, longer this time. Our lips pressed together as we kissed passionately.

As I pulled away from Amelia, her chest heaving with the exertion of our passionate encounter, she was left panting lightly, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and longing as she gazed up at me, her expression a mixture of awe and wonder.

Amelia's gaze became one of eagerness and expectation, she wanted me to kiss her again.

My smirk, a playful and suggestive expression that danced across my lips, matched the teasing tone of my voice as I reached out and tapped Amelia's chin, my touch a lingering caress that sent a shudder through her body.

"Are all princesses this greedy?" I asked, my voice teasing.

Amelia, her face aflame with embarrassment at my teasing words, averted her gaze, her eyes cast downward in a moment of bashful submission as she processed my words, her body burning with desire and shame.

Emboldened by her reaction, I reached out and took her hand, my touch firm and insistent as I guided her towards the bed.