Chapter 32: What the Hell?! Even This Bastard Dares to Make Demands!?

At this moment, just as in the story's plot, Lilith was persuading Shia to get closer to the princess, Violet.

"She's a princess—her status and connections are far beyond what you can imagine. Building a good relationship with her is only beneficial to you."

Lilith spared no effort in her persuasion, as if she were entirely thinking about Shia's best interests.

But Shia flatly refused.

"I don't want to."

"You…"

However, Shia interrupted Lilith's impending rebuttal with a change of tone.

"A princess? She's just from a marginal, insignificant kingdom."

"I'm your fiancé. If she offends me, it's equivalent to offending you. That means she disrespects our family."

"If she's daring enough to do that, then she must face punishment and be thoroughly trampled underfoot!"

This left Lilith flustered.

"How could you even think of doing something so harsh to such a beautiful girl…?" 'Are you even human!?'

But she swallowed the second half of her sentence.

Soft tactics were necessary; otherwise, upsetting this prime tool of hers would do her no good.

She had to coax him and stroke his ego.

"And then?"

Shia crossed his arms, long legs propped on the coffee table, and leaned back leisurely as he watched Lilith.

Lilith forced a smile.

"I'm only thinking about your future. She's still a princess, incredibly talented. Even in the academy, many admire her."

"Building a good rapport with her will help your academic career later on. As for me, enduring a bit of disdain or being looked down on—it’s nothing, right?"

Shia wasn’t buying it.

"Really? You want me to approach her that badly?"

Lilith was about to argue when Shia turned the tables and began to manipulate her instead.

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"Actually, I might consider agreeing to your request."

Lilith forgot what she was about to say and looked at Shia with sparkling eyes.

Shia stood up, leaning closer.

"But what kind of support can you offer me?"

At this moment, while Shia’s legs were still resting on the coffee table, his upper body leaned forward toward the blonde lady seated next to him.

Lilith was dumbfounded.

'What the hell, even this damn bastard dares to make demands now?!'

'You weren't like this before!'

Shia smiled confidently, showing no intention of taking back his words.

"I walked for so long today—participating in the freshman qualification tournament, then meeting with the headmaster. My legs are so sore."

Lilith clenched her little fists, biting her lip.

She looked at Shia’s expectant expression, clearly implying he wanted someone to massage his legs.

She…

'For the sake of the girl, I can endure this!'

Lilith’s face broke into a radiant smile.

"I’ll help you."

Her delicate body slowly slid down from the couch, kneeling gracefully in front of Shia.

Her black stockings stretched thin over her knees as she crouched, becoming almost transparent and revealing a hint of fair skin underneath.

Her knees parted slightly, and the stockings darkened further toward her thighs, exuding an air of mysterious allure.

Her hips rested lightly against her heels, and even in this position, her long, slender legs remained strikingly beautiful.

Lilith placed her smooth hands on Shia’s legs, forming tiny fists as she lightly massaged.

For Lilith, a noble young lady, this was the first time she had ever done something so servile.

Yet Shia still had the nerve to complain.

"Are you weak or what? That’s all the strength you’ve got? Even an ant scratches better than this."

Lilith: "..."

'For the girl, I must endure!'

Her smile stiffened slightly.

Her small fists began to pound harder on Shia’s legs.

"Not so hard! What are you trying to do, make my legs even sorer?"

Lilith gritted her teeth but lightened her efforts.

"Too light. Just a little bit harder—there, that’s the right pressure."

"Ah, much better. My legs feel so much more relaxed now, and my mood’s improved too."

Lilith ground her teeth. 'This bastard is impossible to please!'

"Although the pressure is good now, are you only going to focus on one spot?"

Shia’s face was full of dissatisfaction.

"Try hitting another area."

"Yeah, that’s it—spend a little more time there."

"Can’t you feel how tense my muscles are? Put a bit more effort here."

"Don’t press so hard in this spot…"

What should have been a simple massage turned into an endless stream of demands as Shia went for maximum interaction.

Several times, Lilith was tempted to quit.

'What kind of person is this, so hard to please?!'

She was a proud young lady of the Guen family. When had she ever served anyone like this?

And yet here he was, picking on her work with constant criticism and countless demands.

'So infuriating!'

But then she thought of Violet’s silky white thighs and held her temper.

'Fine, I’ve come this far—if I give up now, all my earlier sacrifices would be wasted!'

'For the girl, I’ll endure once more!'

Shia gazed down at Lilith’s reluctantly obedient expression. Though her face was filled with resentment, her body cooperated perfectly, acting meek and gentle.

He felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

'If only I could unlock the next level—milk-drinking!'

Shia mused to himself.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Tia had come looking for Lilith and naturally opened the ajar door.

The white-haired maid stood in the doorway, her gaze immediately locking onto Lilith’s back.

Her infatuation with Lilith was so intense that she could recognize the young lady from just a glimpse—even her socks.

But what was her goddess-like young lady, her revered and noble mistress, doing kneeling in front of this loser?

What was going on!?

Tia froze, as if struck by lightning, her purpose for seeking Lilith entirely forgotten.

Her tall, white-haired figure wavered slightly, her mind blank except for the image of Lilith kneeling before Shia.

"Excuse me," Tia muttered, her voice so faint it was barely audible.

Her eyes lost all their light.

Her beloved young lady… how could this be?

It was as if her divine idol had shattered; her faith had crumbled. Tia felt as though the entire world had betrayed her in that instant.

Her heart broke.

Lilith, hearing the sound, turned her head toward the door.

Their eyes met, and Lilith’s face appeared completely normal—no bruises, no swelling. Aside from a slight blush that hinted at frustration, everything looked fine.

Tia’s gaze drifted downward to Lilith’s hands.

Her slender, delicate hands were half-formed into fists, resting lightly on Shia’s legs.

Due to the turning motion, Lilith’s generous chest brushed against Shia’s leg, adding an air of intimacy.

Tia finally realized the truth.

'Oh, it’s just a massage?'

Though the close proximity still upset her, it was far better than her earlier assumption.

'At least she’s not drinking milk.'

If her earlier guess had been correct…

Tia couldn’t even imagine what she would do if her cherished young lady had stooped to such a level.

That was her goddess, her idol. How could she be serving such a pathetic, talentless loser?

'It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad.'

Tia let out a small sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing.