A Righteous Demon Girl and the Angel She’ll Never Meet-Chapter 25 : Chapter 25

Chapter 25 : It really makes one want to eat you up in one bite～
"Uh, stop messing around..."
Iphilia's expression stiffened instantly, and she turned her face aside, slightly blushing.
Aimiya's intimate behavior made Iphilia, as a pure-hearted little girl, inexplicably feel her heartbeat quicken, and even her cheeks began to grow faintly hot.
"Dear Iphilia, my classmate , I Aimiya, has always been one to settle scores fairly.
Although we got along quite pleasantly this noon and afternoon, I hope you haven't forgotten what you did to this poor, innocent little girl last night..."
"And also..."
"What was the last thing I said before you left"
Aimiya's smiling face became increasingly radiant, while Iphilia's small face gradually paled.
This angel, she wouldn't be planning to take advantage of her, would she?
"That's right, I
am
planning to take advantage of you!"
"???"
Iphilia never would have imagined that, having finally escaped that perverted, corpse-obsessed stalker, the black-robed man, she had turned around and walked straight into another tiger's den—one far more dangerous and terrifying than the black-robed man!
At least with the black-robed man, she could beat him up without any psychological burden.
But facing Aimiya, she genuinely felt guilty!
Who made her spank Aimiya last night?
"Ahem, Aimiya, my classmate, you see, I helped you out at noon today, so we're even, right?"
Iphilia coughed dryly twice, trying to buy herself time with words while running her clever little brain at full capacity to think of a feasible way to break out of this situation.
"I said, one thing at a time and I just saved you, which repays the favor of that shot you took for me at noon. So, adding and subtracting, last night's debt still remains"
Aimiya squatted down, lifted Iphilia's lovely, delectable face, and gazed at her with delight, like a big bad wolf that had just caught a lamb, contemplating how to deal with this little cutie who could only be at her mercy.
"Ugh... Aimiya, my classmate, you're too close..."
Iphilia's voice trembled, and her body instinctively moved backward.
At this moment, her face was only a finger's width away from Aimiya's equally beautiful, flower-like face—any closer, and they would practically be kissing.
For Iphilia, who had lived two lifetimes and, aside from holding her own sister's hand, had never touched another girl, how could she bear this?
"What an adorable reaction, Iphilia, my classmate"
Seeing Iphilia's cute, lamb-like response, Aimiya's playful (and slightly sapphic) heart surged, and she couldn't help but want to tease this little demon, who had fallen into her hands and was at her mercy, even more excessively.
"You know, Iphilia, my classmate? With the way you look right now, if some passing boy saw you, it’d be very easy to make him go
wild
~"
"Even I, right now, really want to gobble you up"
Aimiya's actions grew bolder.
She leaned gently toward Iphilia's ear, whispering softly word by word.
Then, without waiting for Iphilia to react, she stuck out her soft, moist little tongue and quietly licked Iphilia's earlobe.
"W-Waaah!!!"
Feeling the faint, electric-shock-like sensation from her ear, our Miss Iphilia instantly transformed into a steaming demon girl.
Her face flushed as red as a ripe apple, practically dripping with color.
A soft, sweet, and unintentionally enticing squeal escaped her mouth.
"Y-Y-Y-You—Why did you lick my ear!?"
Iphilia's face was flushed with both shame and anger as she questioned Aimiya.
Aimiya, seemingly delighted by her reaction, merely winked playfully and continued teasing.
"Didn't I say? Iphilia, my classmate, you’re just too cute like this~ It really makes me want to bully you thoroughly~"
"You—How can you say something like that without shame!?"
Facing Iphilia, whose anger meter was maxed out, Aimiya tried to pat her head as if to comfort her.
But before her hand could touch Iphilia's antenna-like hair, it was swatted away by Iphilia.
"Get lost!"
"Hehe, is Iphilia, my classmate, angry? Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore~ So, how are your injuries? Can you still stand?"
Unexpectedly, Aimiya dropped her earlier flirtatious demeanor and began to show concern for Iphilia's injuries.
But when she truly saw the deep, ghastly wound on Iphilia's calf, her brows instinctively furrowed.
"Hmph, isn't that obvious?"
"Well then—can Iphilia, my classmate, not walk right now? Does your dear deskmate need to take you home?"
"No need! I still have my wings!"
Iphilia curtly rejected Aimiya's offer.
If this girl found out where she lived, that would be a disaster! She and her new roommate probably wouldn't have a single day of peace.
"But... Iphilia's wings seem injured too."
"Hmph, what's a little injury? It's completely trivial... Ouch!"
Iphilia nonchalantly spread the demon wings at her waist, flapping them with a "whoosh" to take off.
But before she could fully lift off, she felt a sharp, needle-like pain in her wings. Caught off guard, she fell from midair with a "thud."
Fortunately, she hadn’t flown high—her toes were less than a meter off the ground—so she avoided further injury.
Still, she landed in a pitiful heap, her cute little face covered in dirt and full of grievance.
"Pfft! Hahaha! My dear Iphilia, my classmate, are all demons as cute as you?
If so, the demon race is truly hopeless—I’m genuinely worried about whether they can even take care of themselves.
Of course, that means our angel race is done for too. If we can’t even handle demons like this, what are we good for?"
Aimiya laughed while mocking both the demon race and her own angel race, making Iphilia start to doubt whether this girl was even an angel.
Who mocks their own race like that!?
"Alright, Iphilia, my classmate, stop being stubborn. If you’re not careful and get your wounds infected, it won’t be fun anymore. Come on, I’ll take you home."
With that, Aimiya extended her right hand to Iphilia, who was still on the ground.
Iphilia glanced at her in surprise, noticing that her expression was now serious, devoid of the earlier teasing.
"Fine."
Iphilia pouted, a bit tsundere-like, and slowly reached out to grasp Aimiya’s offered hand.
"This sly angel’s hand is surprisingly warm, huh?"
That night, the ever-tsundere Miss Demon thought as much.