Chapter 117: The principal's Open-Toe Heels Ambush; The Arrogant Maid Only Likes the Young Mistress (1)
"Before eating, have some soup first—it'll warm your stomach and nourish your body."
After speaking, Nia sat directly between the two of them.
After displaying her care, Nia shot Diana a sidelong glance.
Hmph, you think I'll let you get close to him?!
It was as if she feared Shia would be sullied by Diana’s touch.
The provocative glare couldn’t have been more obvious.
Shia: …
Being squeezed wasn’t exactly painful, but calling it uncomfortable might be dramatic.
This was a sweet burden!
But it wasn’t just a battle between these two women.
During the silver-haired princess’s “guarding her master” showdown, Rong was making her own move.
Did you think she was merely capitalizing on Nia’s absence to secure a seat next to Shia?
Not even close.
Perhaps influenced by the tense atmosphere between Nia and Diana, Rong, normally shy and reserved, uncharacteristically let go of her inhibitions and boldly perched herself on Shia's lap.
Being a maid, wasn't it her duty to serve her master closely?
Her logic short-circuited, leading to this explosive move.
Rong was visibly nervous, her body tense as she made a conscious effort to soften her demeanor.
Nestled into Shia’s embrace, she gently picked up food with her chopsticks, bringing it to his lips.
"Master, let me serve you your meal~."
To act this boldly in front of everyone? Even Shia couldn’t help but doubt if this was still the socially anxious succubus maid he knew.
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Rong was under duress too!
Even as an introvert, she had to fight for her friendship (or so she convinced herself)!
Meanwhile, Nia positioned herself squarely between Shia and Diana, effectively pushing Diana away.
Rong had already claimed the prime spot, even resting her flawless legs wrapped in white stockings on a nearby chair, making it clear Diana wasn’t allowed near.
The two besties exchanged smug glances.
'Hmph, you want to steal our man in our territory?'
Even the alluring principal seemed momentarily outmatched.
With a resigned shrug, she took a seat opposite Shia. Her exquisite face held a faint trace of loneliness, as if she’d given up.
This left more than enough space for her massive assets to rest comfortably.
A crushing defeat!
Think the awkward girls had won?
Wrong. That was just an illusion.
Under the table, a black-silk-covered foot silently launched a stealth attack.
Public displays of affection? Child’s play.
As an experienced, mature woman, Diana knew exactly how to exploit the situation.
Leaning on the table with one hand propping up her delicate face, she held chopsticks in the other, appearing disinterested in the feast before her.
Her bust, however, pressed provocatively against her arm, their perfect roundness distorted just enough to add an irresistible allure.
Nia & Rong: So indecent! She’s using 'that' to seduce Master!
Under the table, her black-silk-clad legs crossed elegantly, exuding an intoxicating sweetness of a woman in her prime.
Her languid charm radiated knowingly, and Shia got an unexpected demonstration of the allure of an older woman as her open-toe high heel made deliberate contact.
Shia’s body tensed unnaturally.
This was too much.
Faced with the seduction of a goddess-like presence, he was powerless to resist.
The two inexperienced girls, completely oblivious to the under-the-table battle, continued basking in their supposed victory.
Diana’s brow arched slightly, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Her lips moved subtly, saying words only Shia could decipher.
"Promise to be my darling boy, and I’ll spare you~."
Shia gritted his teeth, suddenly empathizing with Nia’s plight when she’d been similarly cornered.
Except this method of coercion was leagues apart.
Knowing the cost of becoming a goddess’s chosen one, Shia wasn’t about to agree.
But the situation was pushing him to his limits.
Just as he was on the verge of breaking, an uninvited guest burst onto the scene.
The blonde young lady arrived with the intent of courting the elven princess, but as soon as Lilith approached the courtyard, the mingling fragrances of multiple women filled her nose.
Lilith paused, her delicate nose twitching as her eyes lit up.
She’d known moving here would bring her closer to beautiful women!
Now that she was here, how could she pass up the opportunity?
Lilith, abandoning any pretense of restraint, began banging on the door.
"Shia, open up! It’s me~."
Her voice dripped with sweetness, practically oozing honey.
To Diana, though, it sounded cloying and insincere.
Instantly losing interest, Diana appeared somewhat displeased.
The principal, a master of spaNial magic, had no interest in dealing with a bothersome pest. With a wave of her hand, a portal appeared, and she disappeared into thin air.
Before leaving, however, she leaned in close to Shia and planted a kiss on his lips, ensuring the two young girls witnessed it clearly.
The light touch was brief but struck like lightning, leaving the two girls in stunned silence.
Turning away, Diana chuckled to herself.
"Poor little fools. They didn’t even notice they’d lost the war."
Rong and Nia exchanged wide-eyed, defeated looks, staring at the now-closed portal with a sense of helplessness.
"She… she… she doesn’t play fair!"
Especially after realizing Diana had stolen a kiss right under their noses, they could only gaze at Shia with pity, as if mourning the loss of his purity.
Rong felt tears welling up. "I couldn’t protect Master…"
Nia’s gaze held more sympathy.
Poor thing!
Shia: …
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
No one responded, only maintaining their looks of pity.
"It was just a kiss! Come on, it’s not that serious!"
But their expressions made him question whether something more had happened without his knowledge.
Wait… even if something more had happened, wasn’t he the one at a disadvantage?!
Lost in thought, Shia scratched his head, unable to shake the odd sensation.
In their shared distress, everyone seemed to forget about the persistent knocking at the door.
Meanwhile, Lilith, still locked out, grew increasingly anxious.
Inside were not one but multiple beautiful women!
Like a thief staring at a treasure trove yet unable to enter, she decided to force her way in.
"Bang!"
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