Chapter 43: In the End, It Was All Your Choice

Shia’s voice carried a hint of amusement, but his words were devilishly malicious.

How could something like this be seen by others!?

Violet was utterly distraught, her royal dignity hanging by a thread.

If that video got out, her reputation would be in tatters.

She struggled, desperately trying to free herself from the control using sheer willpower.

But the more she resisted, the tighter the rule’s grip became.

Unless… she acknowledged Shia as her daddy.

But for a proud princess, one who held her royal status so highly, how could she ever accept such a thing?

This level of humiliation was beyond the pale.

Did he think this artifact was just a joke?

As each second ticked by, Violet felt the oppressive force on her growing stronger, with no signs of abating.

She could almost hear the whispers of those watching beyond the soundproof barrier.

Now, real panic set in for Violet.

She couldn’t possibly stay in this humiliating position forever, nor keep calling him by such a sacred title.

Finally, the proud and self-assured princess showed a rare glimmer of vulnerability in her eyes.

"What do you want from me, Daddy?"

"I concede, okay? Daddy..."

Conceding should be enough, right?

But Shia only smiled enigmatically, wagging his finger.

"Conceding would’ve been fine. I gave you that chance earlier."

"Now? Too late."

Violet’s heart filled with frustration and bitterness, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Shia smiled again, this time with a tinge of mock kindness.

"There’s a price now."

"What... do you want me to do, you despicable—Daddy!"

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Violet's voice trembled with anger and despair, yet she had no choice but to endure.

"Well then, Princess, be a good girl and make me happy~," Shia said, squatting down in front of her with a seemingly earnest expression.

To an outsider, it might have even looked like 'he' was the one being coerced.

Violet’s mind was in shambles.

But now, completely under Shia’s control, she had no options left but to comply.

With no other choice, she finally gave in.

"I realize my mistake... Daddy."

"Hmm?"

"I apologize for my earlier disrespect. Please forgive me, Daddy."

Her soft, pitiful tone seemed on the verge of tears.

Her silver armor, which tightly outlined her shapely figure, trembled slightly as she bent forward again.

This time, though, it wasn’t the rule forcing her—it was her own submission.

The shame and humiliation swirled inside her, almost unbearable.

As a princess, she had never suffered such indignity.

"Will you behave properly next time?" Shia asked, his tone casual.

"There won’t be a next time... Daddy," Violet replied, her ears burning red with embarrassment.

Her silver hair framed her flushed face, the redness intensifying against her pale complexion.

But despite herself, every word she uttered still ended with "Daddy."

She didn’t want this.

But she had no choice.

It was completely out of her control.

And it only made things worse.

Shia looked at her obedient demeanor, her eyes slightly teary as she trembled like a kitten. She truly seemed like someone who’d been bullied relentlessly but still tried to stay composed.

At last, Shia nodded.

"Fine. Since it’s your first offense, I’ll reluctantly forgive your disrespect this time."

Violet, who had always used her lofty principles as a shield, now found herself trapped in her own contradictions.

The initial calls of "Daddy" and the bowing had been forced by the rules.

Wasn’t it fitting?

Shia thought of himself as a saint, going to such lengths to teach her a valuable lesson.

With Shia’s forgiveness granted, Violet collapsed to the ground, her limbs weak and unresponsive.

The suppression she had felt moments ago had finally lifted, freeing her from that waking nightmare.

The result of the battle was clear without the need for further explanation.

Although the fight was over, everyone watching was still in a daze.

Was it really over?

Did Princess Violet just… lose like that?

The students, witnessing this kind of "battle" for the first time, were baffled.

Their gazes toward Shia, however, unconsciously filled with reverence.

To them, strong individuals were to be admired, even worshipped.

Shia had already earned respect for his position in the freshman rankings, but seeing him defeat Violet without even lifting a finger only solidified his mystique.

When the protective shield and sound barrier disappeared, the crowd finally saw Shia standing over Violet, saying something.

"The rule’s effect only lasted a minute. Everything after that... was entirely your choice."

Shia smiled as he kindly revealed the truth to Violet.

Violet looked up in shock, her gaze filled with disbelief.

Impossible!

The cries of "Daddy," the apologies, and even her obedient gestures…

Were they really her own doing?

At that point, the rules had already ceased to function.

If she had simply moved her fingers, she could have easily defeated him and reclaimed her rightful position as the top freshman!

No!

That couldn’t be true!

Shia’s smile deepened.

"How could I let the esteemed princess remain in the dark? Naturally, I had to tell you the truth. Don’t you agree, Violet?"

Her eyes went blank as she sat there, completely defeated, her mind overwhelmed.

Her royal dignity, her pride, and even her sense of self… all shattered.

She had actually been tricked into willingly pleasing him!

Regret flooded her heart.

Only a minute.

If she had just held on a little longer.

Even a few more seconds.

She would’ve had the chance to counterattack.

Instead, she had chosen to submit to her opponent, apologizing and flattering him!

Shia, in a cheerful mood, laughed lightly before turning to leave.

The crowd, still full of questions, could only watch him go.

They had seen the movements but heard nothing of what was said.

What had happened between the two of them?

Judging by the princess’s state, it must’ve been something incredible.

But Shia had no intention of explaining anything to them.

He walked away with a swagger, his figure exuding an air of villainous arrogance.

For Violet, every thought of Shia’s final words was like a dagger to her chest.

If only she had held on.

If only she hadn’t made that choice.

She wanted to tear him apart.

Her humiliation and defeat had been sealed, made worse by the cunning and shameless methods he used.

For someone as proud as Violet, this was the ultimate disgrace.

After all, she had grown up sheltered, unscarred by the world’s cruelty.

And so, she had no way to process this humiliation.

It was only natural.

But no matter how much anger she felt, Violet couldn’t act on it—not now.

Her top priority was dealing with the recording in Shia’s possession.

That video must never be allowed to spread.

It was a ticking time bomb, an ever-present threat to her dignity.

But how could she get it back?

That shameless bastard certainly wouldn’t hand it over willingly.

He had already resorted to such underhanded tactics—why would he give up his leverage?

Biting her lip, Violet’s mind turned to a certain figure.

She thought of someone—someone she could trust.

A tall, golden-haired older sister.