The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

Chapter 160: Don’t Speak, Just Kiss Me!

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Before Viktor could react, Henie's hands were already at her chest.

It seemed she was about to unbutton her clothes in the next moment.

But before she could start undressing, Viktor had already raised his hand.

A white light emanated from his hand, and Henie suddenly felt her body controlled by some energy, forcing her to float in mid-air.

"Eh, eh eh!"

Floating in the air, Henie couldn't control her body and could only bend over, her hands and feet flailing anxiously.

Viktor stood up and slowly walked to Henie's side, examining her.

Feeling Viktor's gaze, she stopped flailing and closed her eyes shyly.

As if expecting something.

But life often goes against our wishes.

What she expected didn't happen. Instead, only Viktor's calm voice rang beside her ear.

"It seems something must have happened without my knowledge that made you curious about your body."

Henie couldn't help but open her eyes and look up at Viktor.

Viktor was looking down at her, his gaze direct and unwavering.

As their eyes met, Henie grew even more shy.

"Professor, I..."

"Well, since you're so eager to understand..."

A blue light flashed in Viktor's eyes, and the buttons of Henie's robe automatically unfastened, the garment sliding down.

The curvaceous body beneath the robe was completely exposed before Viktor.

Feeling as if she had been stripped bare, sensing waves of coolness, Henie quickly lowered her head and bit her lip.

Her face turned so red it seemed water could drip from it, like a perfectly ripe apple tempting one to take a bite.

"After reaching Second Tier, is that unique quality of your body becoming harder to control?"

Viktor said while glancing at his attribute panel.

On the status bar, a negative buff named 'Charm' was clearly displayed below his health bar.

[Damage dealt to this unit reduced by 50%.]

This was just reflected in the attributes.

But his physical body in reality clearly felt some irrational stirrings.

However, this charm could be dispelled.

But there was no need.

Viktor placed his hand on Henie's back, touching her fair and delicate skin.

Level 25

A level 25 succubus already possessed excellent charm abilities.

Most succubi were at this level.

They had decent experience but hadn't lost their youthful innocence.

However, the succubus before him was still completely inexperienced.

A pure and innocent succubus at such a high level.

It was definitely surprising.

At this moment, when Viktor touched her, Henie felt an electric sensation surge through her brain.

Feeling a wave of pleasant excitement, she couldn't help but look at Viktor with misty eyes full of expectation.

"Professor, I..."

"That's enough."

Viktor withdrew his hand.

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The loose robe that had fallen was lifted back onto Henie's body with psychic force.

"As I said before, keep your clothes on."

As the words fell, Henie's misty eyes suddenly cleared up considerably.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes, recalling what had just happened.

What just happened?

Did she go into heat like Vanilla?

The moment this thought arose in Henie's mind, it made her feel incredibly guilty.

She was the one who asked the professor to check her physical condition, yet at such a time, her mind couldn't help but wander to lewd thoughts.

Thinking of this, she grew nervous involuntarily.

Would the professor think she was an improper person?

Viktor casually snapped his fingers, letting Henie's body descend from the air.

The moment she landed, Henie quickly tightened the black robe around her body.

She lowered her head in shame, timidly stealing glances at Viktor.

But Viktor had already turned his back to her, walking towards the bookshelf.

"Have you ever learned about your background?"

Viktor asked as he walked.

Henie paused slightly and shook her head.

She had never seen her parents since she was little.

Even the name Henie was given to her by the orphanage director.

Viktor walked to the bookshelf, his finger sliding across the thick spines of numerous books, as if searching for something.

Finally, he stopped at a moderately thick book with a yellow cover and pulled it out.

"This one will do."

Viktor took the book and returned to Henie's side, handing it to her.

"Read this book. It might answer your questions."

Viktor's voice was calm.

Henie took it with some confusion, pausing as she looked at the unfamiliar text on the cover.

"Elvish?"

Elvish was the exclusive language of the elven race.

To translate such Elvish text, one would need to cross-reference with elven characters.

Fortunately, there was an elf readily available at home.

Henie took the book and held it to her chest.

If this book could answer her questions...

She felt an urge to open it right away.

"Thank you, Professor!"

Henie bowed deeply to Viktor and turned to leave.

But Viktor suddenly called out to her.

"Wait."

"Since you're here, I hope you haven't forgotten something."

Henie turned around and looked up at Viktor in confusion.

Suddenly, her body froze in place.

As if completely bound by some extremely powerful magic, she couldn't move an inch.

She could only watch helplessly as Viktor before her slowly reached out with one hand, gently lifting her chin.

The man before her leaned down.

The next second, her eyes widened.

A warm softness pressed against her lips, touching them lightly.

Like someone savoring an exquisite dessert.

In this moment, her body filled with a burning sensation.

Warm magical energy concentrated in her heart, spreading to her limbs.

Her mind went completely blank.

Though not much time had passed, this moment's sensation felt incredibly long.

Until Viktor straightened up again, his finger gently wiping away the slight moisture at the corner of her lips.

His eyes carried a hint of pleasure.

"Remember, stealing kisses from others isn't polite behavior. Consider this a lesson."

"Thanks for the treat."

Bang!

It was as if a bomb exploded in Henie's brain, making her completely lose consciousness.

Even after she walked out of the study, her mind remained in a daze.

She didn't even know what had supported her in leaving the study.

Standing at the doorway, Henie finally came to her senses, quickly using her large hood to cover her face.

Her heart was pounding.

Her brain had lost the ability to think clearly.

She raised her fingers to her lips, touching them lightly.

It seemed the soft sensation still lingered there.

"Thanks... for the treat?"

The crow stood on the desk, watching Viktor who had returned to his chair.

It raised its head, lifting its beak proudly.

"Viktor, kiss me."

"Get lost."

Viktor leaned back in his chair expressionlessly, raising one hand to cover his head.

Under that strange charm state, he still hadn't managed to calm down.

It was as if something had unconsciously altered Viktor's thoughts, making him unable to resist kissing Henie.

His first kiss was gone.

He felt somewhat troubled, even his current state felt unnatural.

As a professional game carrier, how could he slip up in front of a succubus?

He had underestimated the charm ability of succubi.

Vega flapped its wings in dissatisfaction, its sharp, hoarse voice ringing loudly by Viktor's ear:

"Why!"

"You can kiss a succubus, but why not me? Just because I'm a crow?"

"This is species discrimination!"

Viktor glanced down at it and sneered.

"Heh."

"So you do realize you're a crow?"

Ignoring the crow that had been provoked to breaking point, he leaned forward, clasping his hands on the desk, and began to review what happened.

If he had dispelled the charm earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

But was it possible...

That his failure to use magic to dispel the charm was also due to being under the charm's effect?

Viktor realized his own irrationality and slumped back in his chair.

"Succubi."

"Truly dangerous."

Vega flapped its wings unhappily, flying towards the bookshelf.

It kept looking, trying to find a satisfactory novel to pass the time.

As it flew to the front of the bookcase, Vega's gaze fell on an empty spot on the shelf.

"Viktor?"

Vega's puzzled voice gradually rose from in front of the bookcase.

"Did you give away that yellow book I often read?"

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Meanwhile, in the lush garden, Henie had found Cocotte again.

This time, there were no outsiders around.

Henie and Cocotte's eyes met.

Lying on her cloud, Cocotte lazily let out a long yawn, with slight sleepy tears at the corners of her eyes.

"I heard you came looking for me at noon, but I was taking my afternoon nap then."

"Now, what's happened?"

Henie seemed somewhat nervous, fidgeting as she handed the yellow book to Cocotte.

"The professor said this book could help me resolve my doubts."

"But it's written in Elvish, which I don't understand."

Doubts?

What doubts?

Even as an elf, she was curious about others' little secrets.

Cocotte blinked, no longer feeling sleepy, and directly took the yellow-covered book from Henie's hands.

She sat cross-legged on the cloud, looking at the title.

She opened a page with interest, where the author's name was written in Elvish.

"Bell Kegmo?"

She casually flipped through it some more, her expression growing peculiar.

"Um, I should tell you first, this work wasn't written by an elf."

"Elven surnames are all determined by the Yade Divine Tree, and Kegmo isn't among them."

"Also, this is an autobiographical novel written from a male perspective."

Cocotte shrugged.

The elven race had no males, because elves didn't need males.

"It seems someone deliberately wrote this in Elvish to hide something."

Henie listened in bewilderment, as Cocotte asked with an odd expression:

"Are you sure you want me to translate this for you?"

"Yes! I'm sure!"

Henie nodded quickly.

Since the professor said this work might resolve her doubts.

Then she needed to read and understand it.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Cocotte sighed somewhat helplessly and opened the first page of the book.

In human language, with an extremely gentle tone, she recited a passage from the book.

"Helpless, I was confined to the bed."

"By her, taken without restraint..."