Chapter 44: Do Decent People Really Get Off to Photos?
Shia’s voice carried a hint of mischief, but his words were laden with a devilish undertone.
Violet bit her lip, replaying Lilith’s earlier words in her mind: "If Shia ever steps out of line, you’re free to discipline him however you see fit. Don’t worry about saving face for me."
Recalling the disdain Lilith had shown toward Shia, Violet couldn’t help but smirk. A plan began forming in her mind.
'Fate has its way of intertwining heroines'
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“Lilith, someone’s here to see you,” a voice called.
The golden-haired elder sister looked up from her canvas, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a gentle glow over Violet, who stood at the entrance of the studio. The afternoon light highlighted her flawless figure and the way her white stockings hugged her long legs. Her delicate features seemed to shimmer, like a goddess descending to earth.
For a brief moment, Lilith’s eyes flickered with admiration.
Violet rarely asked others for help, and now her smile carried a rare bashfulness, tinged with hesitation.
“Lilith, I… I need your help with something.”
Her gaze darted away, as though embarrassed.
The two stood under the shade of a massive tree, its towering branches casting a cool shadow over the ground. Lilith reached out, gently taking Violet’s hand, her lips curling into a warm smile.
“What is it, Violet? Whatever it is, you can count on me.”
A faint blush crept across Violet’s ears. This wasn’t easy for her.
“Well… Shia has been… bullying me. Could you help me teach him a lesson?”
“Of course! Leave it to me!”
Though Violet’s explanation was vague, Lilith didn’t hesitate to agree.
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'Disciplining my little puppy? That’s child’s play!' she thought gleefully.
To her, this was the perfect opportunity to earn some goodwill. Lilith’s bright eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she lightly patted Violet’s soft hand.
“If you’ve come to me, then your problem is my problem. I promise, I’ll take care of it.”
Violet’s face lit up with gratitude, her smile growing more genuine.
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Meanwhile, Shia’s phone buzzed. The caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number, with no server location.
“Guess who it is, little one?” purred a sultry voice on the other end.
“Headmistress,” Shia replied flatly, his tone devoid of surprise.
Diana, the headmistress, pouted on the other end. “How did you guess so quickly? No sense of fun.”
Her disappointment was evident. She had hoped for at least a little suspense.
“Your new residence has been arranged. Go check it out,” she said in a playful tone.
Shia’s lips curled slightly at the mention of the accommodation he’d been promised.
“Understood. I’ll take a look.”
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Diana had gone all out, arranging a luxurious villa perched atop a mountain with a breathtaking view of the academy. The classic round-roof design, paired with its modern white finish, perfectly blended contemporary and medieval aesthetics.
This wasn’t just a villa—it was a sanctuary. The area boasted an array of magical enhancements: increased elemental density, climate control, and privacy protections.
Even the most privileged nobles had never experienced such opulence.
This place, known as the “Goddess’s Secret Garden,” housed only the academy’s most dazzling female figures. Until now, that is—Shia’s presence as the sole male occupant might just tarnish the garden’s pristine reputation.
Crossing the shimmering barrier into the villa grounds, Shia felt as though he had stepped into another world. The serene landscape, surrounded by mountains and water, resembled a scene straight out of a dream.
As he explored the villa, he couldn’t help but admire its lavish yet understated design. When he reached his bedroom, however, something unexpected caught his eye.
Scattered across the bed were photos.
Curious, Shia stepped closer. The photos were of a black-haired beauty, her seductive poses and allure captured in stunning detail.
Her sultry eyes stared back at him, framed by long lashes and paired with a faintly smug tilt of her chin. Her luscious red lips parted slightly, exuding a tantalizing heat.
Her shapely legs, encased in sheer black stockings, bent gracefully, revealing just enough of her full thighs to spark desire. The faint sheen of her stockings made it seem as though her skin glowed beneath them.
The most striking photo featured her propped-up legs, her thighs teasingly pressed together, framing her voluptuous chest. The contrast of her delicate figure and bold poses was a masterclass in sensuality.
Her crimson eyes seemed to speak directly to him: “Go ahead, do whatever you want~.”
It was the pinnacle of seductive purity—an invitation cloaked in innocence.
Just as Shia picked up one of the photos, his phone rang again.
“Did you like my little gift?” Diana’s playful, honeyed voice purred through the receiver.
Shia flipped through the photos casually, his tone indifferent. “It’s… okay.”
After all, they were just pictures. Without the real thing in front of him, they lacked a certain impact.
Diana’s pout was practically audible through the phone. “Just okay? Shouldn’t you at least compliment me? I went out of my way to take those for you!”
Her disappointment was evident—she had expected him to be more enthusiastic. This little brat was entirely too indifferent for her liking.
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At the same time, Lilith had already prepared herself for confrontation.
When Shia opened the door to his new home, he was met with the sight of his "fiancée" standing with her arms crossed, looking every bit like an interrogator.
“You’re back,” Lilith said coldly.
Shia raised a brow at her frosty demeanor. It wasn’t like her. Usually, she would sweet-talk him to keep him under her thumb.
“Yeah,” he replied just as coolly, brushing past her to head to his room.
Before he could take another step, the sound of shattering glass rang out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Speak! What exactly did you do to Violet!?” Lilith demanded, her eyes sharp as daggers.
Her tone left no room for argument—it was as if she were interrogating a criminal. All that was missing was a sign behind her reading: "Confess and you’ll be spared; resist and you’ll be punished."
Shia sighed, already understanding the situation. Violet, unable to deal with him directly, had clearly run to Lilith for help.
'Really? Can’t handle me, so you run to the "fiancée" for backup? Talk about underhanded.'