Chapter 37: Madam, Don’t You Want to Revive Your Late Husband Quickly Too?

In the distant room.

Clink!

The crisp sound of porcelain shattering echoed as a delicate teacup hit the ground, splitting into two halves. The liquid inside spilled across the floor.

Ella’s expression froze in shock, disbelief etched across her face.

As she slowly regained her composure, the elegant lady, dressed in a form-fitting dress that clung to her curves, crouched down gracefully to clean up the mess she had made. Her mind, however, remained in turmoil.

Her slender fingers picked up the broken pieces, yet her eyes stayed vacant, unfocused.

'Shia, the top student of the academy!'

Wasn’t he just an arrogant little brat who blackmailed widows like her? How could he also be a genius?

Her thoughts wandered as she held the shattered porcelain pieces, staring blankly into space.

Just then, a knock at the door jolted her back to reality.

Ella quickly tidied the mess, smoothing her dress to regain her composure, before heading to the door. But when she opened it, the sight of the youthful, refined young man standing there with a warm, polite smile caught her completely off guard.

It was as if her thoughts had conjured him into existence. She instinctively took a step back.

Shia stepped into the room naturally, his presence bypassing Ella’s stunned form as he casually walked further inside.

“Aunt Ella, I’m here for tutoring,” he said with a bright smile, his youthful energy radiating from him.

By the time Ella came back to her senses, Shia had already made himself at home.

“Tutoring?” she asked, her tone tinged with doubt.

“Yes, I need to keep up with the academy’s pace,” he replied cheerfully, already settling onto the sofa as if he owned the place. Pulling out pen and paper from his bag, he looked up at her with a serious expression and an eager glint in his eyes.

This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

He looked every bit the diligent student, yet Ella couldn’t shake her unease. His intentions felt far from pure, but with her vulnerability in his hands, what choice did she have but to comply?

Her form-fitting dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, every curve outlined in soft, inviting arcs. She clasped one arm around herself, her posture hesitant and demure, radiating the vibe of a timid yet alluring housewife.

Her voice was gentle but tinged with uncertainty as she began to explain concepts to him. Shia, for his part, dutifully jotted down notes, his handsome face aglow with earnestness. Sitting beside him, Ella couldn’t help but notice how the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her silky violet hair and flawless complexion, making her look ethereal. The gentle sway of her full hips and the soft swell of her chest, barely restrained by the tight dress, added an air of sensual grace.

It was the kind of scene that would make anyone envious—an eager young man being tutored by such a captivating beauty.

Shia’s pen didn’t pause, capturing every detail she explained. Meanwhile, Ella stole glances at his focused profile, feeling inexplicably awkward.

'He hasn’t made any inappropriate demands?' she thought, perplexed.

Usually, in scenarios like this, a brat like him would be taking advantage of the situation, asking for things beyond mere tutoring under the pretext of enhancing his motivation. Perhaps he’d demand something ridiculous, like…

Ella’s mind betrayed her, conjuring vivid fantasies.

She imagined Shia using the pretense of studying to get his way, coercing her into submissive positions under the desk while his dark, mischievous smile loomed above her. In her vision, his boyish charm twisted into something devilish, and she found herself helpless, her only view his growing dominance.

The forbidden images spiraled further—she could even picture his audacity in flaunting their indiscretion in front of her late husband’s portrait. The thought sent a mix of shame and thrill coursing through her. Her gaze shifted to the black-and-white photograph nearby, the gentle smile of her late husband now haunting her with guilt.

But when she blinked, the vision dissolved.

Shia was still seated at the coffee table, diligently taking notes, his lean figure bent slightly forward due to the low height of the table. His side profile was clean-cut, his youthful energy palpable. It was all her imagination—nothing more than a fleeting, shameful daydream.

Ella’s cheeks flushed with heat as the reality of her thoughts set in, her toes curling against the floor in embarrassment.

'What the hell was I just thinking?!'

If Shia knew what had been running through her head, he’d probably smirk and tease her with something like, “No wonder older women are so fun—they have such vivid imaginations.”

Meanwhile, Shia was entirely focused on the task at hand. He was using Ella’s explanations to verify if the world he now inhabited aligned with the settings of the game he was familiar with. The sudden appearance of the academy headmaster and Lilith’s schemes had left him feeling an underlying sense of urgency.

If the world deviated from the game, some of his plans might need revision. But as Ella’s soft voice guided him through her teachings, his notes grew more and more reassuring—this world largely matched the one he knew. The deviations in the storyline might simply be a result of his own actions.

Ella’s voice eventually trailed off, her attention drifting to Shia’s focused expression. His high-bridged nose, calm yet resolute eyes, and slightly pursed lips made for a striking picture. Without realizing it, she found herself appreciating his appearance.

'Focused boys are more attractive… Quiet moments like this make them even more mesmerizing.'

The thought flitted through her mind so quickly she barely noticed it. She only knew that Shia’s intentions remained as inscrutable as ever. Was he truly here just for tutoring?

Her thoughts scattered when Shia suddenly spoke.

“Our goals are aligned,” he said, his words interrupting her reverie.

The statement took a moment to register. Ella blinked, processing it.

“What do you mean?” she asked, flustered, worried that her earlier thoughts had somehow been exposed.

“I mean, we’re both working toward the same end—getting a foothold at the academy,” Shia replied, his calm eyes meeting hers with a smile.

“And to help me achieve that, I need your assistance in excelling further.”

Ella wanted to scoff but refrained, her good upbringing holding her back. His request seemed straightforward, but it wasn’t her goal—it was his.

Yet, as if reading her innermost thoughts, Shia leaned in slightly, his voice dropping.

“After all, don’t you also want to revive your late husband as soon as possible?”

Ella’s head snapped up, her eyes wide in shock.