Chapter 24: The Overwhelming Presence of the Big Sister

The moment the voice was heard, it seemed to possess a magical quality, soothing the restless crowd.

The girls instinctively quieted down, even parting to create a path through the throng.

Those on the outer edges couldn’t see what was happening but caught a whiff of a faint, entrancing fragrance that left them bewitched and yearning for more.

Shia, too, caught the fragrance and heard the magnetic voice.

He saw the crowd surrounding him part as a figure made its way toward him.

However, unlike the others, his brow furrowed slightly when he saw who it was.

This wasn’t like the game at all.

How had he managed to draw out 'her'?

Long, sleek black hair framed a face of stunning beauty. With every step, her impossibly large chest quivered dramatically, barely contained by a neckline that seemed ready to burst.

The deep white skin revealed by the strained fabric was enough to drive anyone mad.

Her waist swayed seductively as she moved, exuding an intoxicating charm.

Something was definitely off. Why had 'she' shown up here?

As Shia pondered, an unexpected suffocating sensation enveloped him.

His face was buried in a soft, elastic expanse, entirely cutting off his air supply.

A slender, pale hand pressed against the back of his head, sinking his face even deeper into the plush softness.

In his ears, a low, magnetic whisper mingled with the fragrance surrounding him.

“You smell absolutely delicious~!”

The seductive tone was almost hypnotic, and Shia felt himself losing it.

Or rather, losing air.

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If she didn’t let go soon, he was genuinely going to suffocate!

Sensing the increasingly desperate struggles of the boy in her embrace, Diana finally released him, allowing Shia to gasp for breath.

His face flushed red—not from embarrassment, but from oxygen deprivation—and his hair was slightly disheveled.

As he looked up, his first impression could only be summed up in one word: awe-inspiring.

'They’re too big!'

The overwhelming size made it impossible for him to see her face at first glance.

Compared to Lady Ella, who was already imposing, Diana's presence was on a completely different level.

Realizing that the boy in her arms couldn’t even see her face, Diana bent slightly, pressing her hands against her chest to give him a better view.

Her delicate features were like a painting, her crimson eyes sparkling with allure.

Her small, oval face exuded a mature, seductive charm that was almost too much to bear.

Her hands, though not small, seemed tiny as they pressed against her chest, emphasizing the staggering size and softness of the curves beneath them.

Even though Shia stood at a respectable 180 cm, he felt diminutive next to Diana’s tall and elegant frame.

The sight triggered a single thought in the minds of those watching:

'A small horse pulling a large cart?'

Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.

The proctors nearby stood respectfully before Diana, making her identity unmistakable.

Black hair, crimson eyes, and the deferential attitudes of the staff—there was no mistaking it.

The big sisterly figure before them was none other than the academy’s principal.

Lilith’s eyes widened in shock as she alternated between looking at the principal and her fiancé. The sheer intimacy of their interaction left her utterly stunned.

The 'principal' was here?

“Good day, Principal,” Shia greeted politely.

His greeting caused a stir among the freshmen.

Diana smiled warmly, reaching out to ruffle Shia’s hair.

“Well, well, you’ve got good eyes, little one.”

Shia merely smiled in return, saying nothing more.

He hadn’t expected to attract her attention.

Diana slid her arm around Shia’s shoulder, pulling him back into her embrace.

“So, you’re this year’s top freshman?”

While still slightly smothering, the sensation was now within tolerable limits.

“Thank you for the compliment, Principal.”

“You’re quite impressive, little one. Come, let the principal personally entertain you.”

With that, Diana half-embraced Shia and began walking away.

The crowd’s gaze followed them, filled with envy.

To be personally invited by the principal—it was an honor beyond words.

Even among the freshmen, such recognition was nearly unheard of.

“Does getting first place really earn you a meeting with the principal?” someone asked, their voice tinged with jealousy.

“Are you kidding? Do you think being a mere top freshman warrants this kind of attention? Even the best graduates rarely receive this honor.”

“Then why…?”

“It must be because Shia broke the record,” someone knowledgeable about the academy replied, their tone still filled with awe.

Meanwhile, Violet stood apart from the crowd, surrounded by a few loyal followers.

Her gaze remained fixed on Shia’s retreating figure.

Next to the tall, imposing Diana, even Shia’s 180 cm stature seemed small, giving the impression of a delicate bird in her protective grasp.

Yet no one found the scene funny. The envy in their eyes said it all.

Violet reflected inwardly.

Without Shia, would she have received such an honor?

No, she wouldn’t have.

Though her achievement of four and a half minutes was impressive, it hadn’t surpassed any historical records.

It was good enough to earn the admiration of her mentors, but not to attract the principal’s personal attention.

Over the years, the principal had rarely made public appearances, let alone extended personal invitations.

Yet this time, she had come in person for Shia.

Understanding this only deepened Violet’s sense of defeat.

She had planned everything meticulously, yet things had still turned out this way.

Before enrolling, Violet had researched all the notable talents among this year’s freshmen.

Shia’s name had not come up even once.

And yet, he had achieved something far beyond her expectations—so far that she could only look up to him in awe.

Four and a half minutes versus 59 seconds—a gap of three and a half minutes.

What had taken her precise coordination to achieve, Shia could have done four times over with ease.

It was no wonder the principal had taken notice.

Even so, Violet couldn’t help but feel bitter.

'Who is he?'

Someone so remarkable couldn’t have been entirely unknown.

Yet until today, Shia had been nothing more than a vague impression in her mind—a boy who had stood out slightly during the entrance ceremony but nothing more.