What’s it like when a beautiful girl invites you to share her bed?

Yifia huddled in one corner of the lavish bed. The mattress was soft as a cloud—truly astonishing—but her focus wasn’t on the bedding. It was fixed entirely on Amelia lying beside her.

Compared to Yifia’s sweet innocence, Amelia’s beauty carried a sharp, almost aggressive allure. Leaning casually against the pillow, her voluptuous figure stretched like a goddess from a painting. A faint smile touched her lips as she lifted her gaze. Her mysterious violet eyes shimmered with flecks of light under the soft lamp glow.

Catching Yifia’s fleeting glance, Amelia arched a brow. “Yifia, can’t sleep? How about a chat?”

Yifia fidgeted shyly. It wasn’t fear of loss—it was the worry she might tarnish Amelia’s purity. A girl like Amelia deserved the world’s finest things… Even with no improper thoughts, Yifia still felt she’d done something wrong. Besides, she’d never shared a bed with another girl before. Still unwilling to refuse Amelia’s kindness, she slowly inched closer—like a clumsy turtle—until she reached the spot. Yet, clinging to her last resolve, she kept a careful distance. *Such closeness needs consent first!*

Amelia didn’t seem to mind, her lips still curved in a faint smile. Then she dropped a heavy topic: “Yifia, don’t you think the empire’s class system is too discriminatory? The gap between nobles and commoners has sparked serious dissent across the Westis Empire.”

“…”

Yifia blinked in silence. *Was this really something I can say?* Especially to a duke’s daughter! Though she considered Amelia a friend, raised in noble circles, she knew self-preservation well. She chose her words carefully: “The class system has stood for centuries. Change is unlikely. Complaining won’t fix it.”

Unlike commoner students at Pris Academy, Yifia wasn’t naive enough to think graduation would shield her from bias. Overturning a deeply rooted system was near impossible—history’s reforms always came with bloodshed. Some chased grand ideals, but Yifia? Just an ordinary girl who preferred to take it easy. Only if survival was at stake—like that time when skipping black bread meant death—would she act.

“But isn’t clinging to the status quo boring?” Amelia countered, unrestrained. “Wouldn’t an earth-shattering change in the empire be thrilling? No—imagine *all* nations transforming! That’d be far more interesting.”

Such treasonous words felt utterly unlike the composed Amelia Yifia knew—elegant in every gesture, voice calm, attire flawless, jewelry meticulously chosen. The most noble-looking noble she’d ever met.

*The Villainess Heiress has finally shown her hand!!!* the hidden system screamed internally. *Host, wake up! She’s a demon aiming to destroy the world!* But fearing Yifia would lose motivation—or get caught—it shamefully stayed silent.

“I think this peaceful life is good,” Yifia replied gently. “Everyone has their role. I study hard at the academy, drop by here for meals and chats… and now with the custom wok, I can cook even more dishes for you.”

Compared to Amelia’s bold words, Yifia sounded effortlessly content. *After all, simplicity is true happiness.* Her current life lacked past luxury, but she’d learned gratitude. Die again? Who knew if she’d wake up next time. *If only the world wouldn’t end so soon… I could take it easy a few more years.*

Before Amelia could respond, Yifia added craftily, “And… if you, Amelia, could be my friend? That would be perfect.”

Amelia’s expression didn’t shift at “peaceful life,” but at “more dishes,” her lips curled into a pleased smile. *Then I’ll wait.* With this intriguing new toy around, boredom was gone. She simply patted the space beside her—silent, yet her amused expression said everything.

*No escaping it after all…*

…

The next morning, Amelia was already gone when Yifia opened her eyes. She sat up, stretching stiff arms. *Playing life-sized doll all night? Exhausting!* Sharing a bed with a close friend wasn’t scandalous—just chatting under covers, nothing improper. Amelia slept peacefully, soft and sweet-scented… yet being tightly embraced felt like a serpent coiling around her, suffocating, leaving her haunted by nightmares.

Yifia felt utterly drained. Dark circles shadowed her eyes.

But good news: accepting Amelia’s invitation had completed her first system task!

“Good morning, Yifia~ I slept wonderfully last night,” Amelia greeted cheerfully from the head of the dining table, coffee in hand. A maid had just led Yifia in; breakfast was lavish.

Yifia, still weary from lack of sleep, nodded weakly and murmured “Good morning,” then nibbled a bite before gulping down a full cup of coffee.

Just as she planned to suggest *some restraint* moving forward—

“Lady Barron, I beg you! Save my beloved Danelin! She’s been missing three days! I’ll give you everything—*anything*—just bring her back!”

A disheveled nobleman burst in, hair and beard wild, clothes rumpled yet unmistakably aristocratic.

*Missing case?* Yifia’s heart skipped. *Just like what Eileen and the others discussed in the dorm…*

Could there be another victim?