What should you do if you accidentally get a little too intimate with a Villainess Heiress?

Thanks for asking. I'm currently buried in boobs, and I've already died of social embarrassment.

Yifia tossed away the snapped branch in her hand. She braced both hands above Amelia's arms, trying to push herself up and get some air into her lungs.

Amelia was soft and fragrant, sure, but those curves were way too overwhelming. Yifia couldn't take it!

But just as Yifia was actively trying to save herself, Amelia's hand, which had been resting politely on her shoulder, slid lower. She easily wrapped it around Yifia's slim waist and pulled her forward.

All of Yifia's efforts instantly went to waste. She toppled right back in.

"My cute little bird, we meet again."

Normally, a rude move like Yifia's would displease a noble. But from the looks of it, Amelia didn't mind at all.

Her fingers lightly stroked Yifia's slender waist. She lowered her gaze and looked at the petite girl trapped in her arms. Those cute little ears were quietly turning red, like a strawberry placed atop an exquisite cake.

If she took a bite, would it be sweet?

As the thought lingered, her violet eyes gradually deepened. The slight lift of her lips carried a hint of delight.

"Meow!!!"

A shrill cat cry cut off Amelia's thoughts. She looked over at Asmodeus, who was smugly swishing his tail. That cat face wore an almost human lewdness, and in a flash, his orange-yellow beast eyes turned as glaring as fresh blood.

Stupid thing.

Amelia's smile slowly vanished. A dark red glint flashed through her violet eyes.

The next second, Asmodeus looked like he'd been viciously kicked. His cry this time was especially miserable. His ears flattened back, his tail tucked in, and he instantly dissolved into a puff of black smoke.

"Amelia, let go of me first! I can't breathe anymore!"

The cat's cry was harsh, but for Yifia, her own situation was even worse.

In her panic, she forgot all the etiquette for speaking to a noble and directly shouted Amelia's name. That only made Amelia let out a few soft laughs. She stopped teasing Yifia and released her at once.

At the same time, she didn't forget to steady her.

Freed at last, Yifia stood there and took several deep breaths. She finally felt alive again. She glanced at Amelia with lingering fear. It was her first time realizing a girl's chest could be this lethal.

Still... it really was soft. Like a marshmallow.

"You know my name? That's not fair. Cute little bird, what's your name?"

Amelia reached out and tucked Yifia's loose black bangs behind her ear. Her voice was gentle as she asked, making Yifia freeze for a moment. Then she thought about it carefully and realized they really hadn't exchanged names yet.

She only knew Amelia's name because of the system's reminder.

That was awkward.

No wonder Amelia kept calling her little bird.

That wouldn't do. If she wanted to become Amelia's best friend in the future, she needed a good start.

Thinking that, Yifia put on a serious little face. Her dark eyes were full of sincerity as she said, "Yifia. My name is Yifia. I'm sixteen, a first-year student who just enrolled at Pris Academy."

"Baron Amalia. Seventeen, a third-year student at Pris Academy."

Seeing how serious Yifia was, Amelia didn't brush her off. She lifted both sides of her skirt and bent in a formal curtsy. Her fair neck arched slightly upward, and the noble etiquette was graceful and beautiful.

After they exchanged names, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

There was no need to bring up the embarrassing near-suffocation incident again, and Amelia showed no intention of pursuing it.

Earlier, Yifia hadn't been able to show herself because she couldn't expose herself. But now that things had already turned out like this, there was no need to worry. This was the perfect chance to pry out some important information and make plans to get close to the Villainess Heiress and become her friend!

She couldn't rely on that useless system. She had to work for it herself.

"Amelia, do you know which clubs at Pris Academy are better? When I registered today, my instructor said I have to join one to enrich my extracurricular life. But there are just too many choices."

Amelia led Yifia away from the shrubs. After only a few steps, they reached a white bench by the roadside.

Yifia deliberately tossed out the topic, hoping to find out what club Amelia was in.

If they couldn't be in the same class, then being in the same club would do.

That way, they'd have loads of time together and could build their bond!

She really was a genius!

After hearing Yifia's question, Amelia thought for a moment and quickly answered, "Yifia, since you just arrived at Pris Academy, you probably don't know this. The clubs here have pretty strict requirements. You can't just sign up for whichever one you want."

As she spoke, Amelia pulled Yifia down to sit beside her and patiently explained.

"For example, the choir requires a beautiful singing voice, familiarity with melody, and various instruments. The fencing club requires over five years of training experience. The translation club requires members to master at least three languages..."

The more Yifia listened, the worse she felt.

Were the clubs at Pris Academy really this insane?

She was just a useless little freeloader who knew how to eat, drink, and wait for death. She couldn't do any of that.

Maybe because she saw the disbelief and frustration on Yifia's face, Amelia gently comforted her. "Participating in club activities gives extra credits. Some students with poor grades use that to gather the credits they need to graduate smoothly. Pris Academy only started requiring students to join clubs this year, to raise the total credit requirement."

After hearing Amelia's explanation, Yifia felt even more miserable.

Why was she this unlucky?!

She'd barely arrived, and there was already a new rule.

Joining a club was mandatory. When she met her instructor today, he'd even specifically reminded her... if she didn't join a club within a month, she'd be expelled from Pris Academy.

So what was she supposed to do now???

At this moment, Yifia had completely forgotten about the mission. She only wanted to join a club and avoid getting expelled.

Her focus shifted at once. Yifia widened her eyes and looked at Amelia. The hopeful expression on her face made her look like she was staring at an angel sent to save her from disaster.

"Amelia, is there any club with low requirements?"

Yifia knew exactly what she was capable of. There was no way she'd get into those clubs that needed professional skills and experience.

But if she didn't have the ability to get in on merit, she could still use connections!

And wasn't Amelia, this amazing golden thigh to cling to, right in front of her?

"A club with low requirements..."

Amelia looked at the eagerly expectant Yifia sitting beside her. That fair, soft little face was adorable. During the pause, she couldn't resist reaching out and pinching those squishy cheeks.

With a layer of white silk gloves between them, the sensation wasn't very clear. Even so, she could still tell the touch felt nice.

Only when Yifia pouted unhappily did Amelia stop keeping her in suspense.

"The Art Club I joined is currently recruiting more members. The president once mentioned that there would be some special admission rules this year."

A high-end hunter often appears in the form of prey.

Amelia looked at Yifia, whose eyes curved into smiling crescents at the news, and her own mood brightened as well. Of course she had to keep her chosen new toy close by.