Chapter 52: Enduring Humiliation for the Royal Dignity

As the words fell, Violet let out a muffled groan.

It hurt—a bit more than she'd expected.

Shia raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t ease up in the slightest.

The sensation in his hand was undeniably pleasant, soft yet firm, the silk stockings providing just the right amount of tension. Clearly, the material was of high quality. Yet the princess’s delicate thighs didn’t seem to have undergone much physical training to withstand such treatment.

Violet bit her lip, enduring the sting as best as she could, her teeth sinking into her tender flesh. Finally, she turned her head and shot Shia a murderous glare, her royal dignity intact even in such an awkward situation.

But glares, being nothing more than a visual threat, had no effect on Shia.

If anything, it seemed to excite him further.

Unrestrained and unapologetic, his actions grew bolder.

"You—!" Violet’s voice trembled with suppressed rage, but the words she wanted to scream wouldn’t come out. Couldn’t he see the risk of being caught?

Yet even though she voiced the possibility aloud, a flicker of fear betrayed her in her eyes—a hint that spoke volumes.

Shia didn’t care at all. "Caught? So what? Not like it matters to me," he said, his tone nonchalant.

“Are you afraid of being discovered?” Shia leaned in closer, his body just brushing against Violet’s. Though his eyes remained on the blackboard, his words were directed at her.

“Don’t you fear I’ll scream harassment?!” Violet spat, her voice squeezed out through gritted teeth.

“To be honest, not really,” Shia replied with a chuckle. “But you, Princess, if anyone were to find out... What would happen to you?”

His tone was light, almost gentle, but an unmistakable hint of malice seeped through.

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The implication sent a shiver down Violet’s spine. Her mind raced through the scenarios, each one more mortifying than the last. No. Absolutely not. Being discovered was unthinkable. The way her classmates would look at her afterward... she couldn’t bear it.

So even as Shia’s hands grew bolder, unapologetically exploring, she could only grit her teeth and endure. Her defeat was inevitable.

Finally, she seemed to have learned her lesson.

Satisfied, Shia decided it was time to move on to the next phase. His voice lowered, the question clear yet mocking: "Have you realized your mistake now?"

He spoke as his fingers pinched her thigh through the silk stockings, kneading the soft flesh. The texture was exquisite—supple and elastic under his touch.

“What mistake?!” Violet snapped, her teeth clenched. She was the princess, after all. How could she bow to a commoner like him? And to confess to tattling? That was unthinkable.

“Still don’t get it, huh?” Shia sighed, as though disappointed. Yet his actions betrayed no hint of regret. If anything, he doubled down.

Violet could hear the snap of the stockings against her skin, the sharp sting making her body jolt involuntarily. Her face turned pale as she fought the urge to cry out, biting her lip so hard it almost drew blood.

Her mind worked furiously, trying to suppress the pain, and when the wave finally subsided, she hissed through her teeth, "You’re declaring war on the entire Silvermoon Kingdom!"

She was, after all, the princess of the Silvermoon Kingdom.

By treating her like this, wasn’t he insulting her nation? Declaring war on her people? If he had any sense, he’d stop immediately.

“Oh? What a dramatic escalation,” Shia commented lazily. The meaning of her words didn’t seem to faze him.

Violet glared at him with eyes full of venom. Fine. If he wanted to act unbothered, she would too. Her gaze conveyed a warning: 'Keep this up, and my entire kingdom will hunt you down.'

Shia clicked his tongue twice, seemingly amused. This was supposed to be the heroine of a romance novel? She was certainly bold. Despite the threat to her purity, she focused instead on making herself more memorable to her enemy. It was impressive in its own way.

Teasingly, he remarked, “Come on, let’s hear you talk a bit more.”

From start to finish, his hand didn’t falter.

Violet endured his provocations, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. How could someone be so shameless? The very words she intended as threats were being twisted into playful taunts. She couldn’t even formulate a proper rebuttal. Frustrated, she bit her lip harder, unable to do anything but endure.

In the front of the room, the lecturer continued with the lesson as if nothing was amiss. The other students listened attentively, engrossed in the lecture, their world bright and hopeful. The contrast only deepened Violet’s sense of despair. Here she was, in the same classroom, surrounded by the same peers, yet her reality was worlds apart.

In this sacred, pure environment, she was being humiliated, powerless to resist.

Biting her lip so hard it turned pale, her cold, crystalline eyes welled with unshed tears. They shimmered like raindrops against a glass pane—clear yet tinged with unspoken sorrow. She felt defiled, both in spirit and body.

The one small consolation was that the class was relatively short. When the lecturer finally announced the end of the session, the other students began to chatter and pack up their things.

Shia left the room, satisfied as he glanced at the "obedience value" on his interface, now sitting at a solid 10. Kids were easy to handle.

Meanwhile, Violet remained at her desk, isolated in her own bubble of shame. Her long silver hair spilled across the desk like a cascading waterfall, her forehead resting on her folded arms. She buried her face, her nose pressed against the cool surface of the desk, trying to recover her composure.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her body trembling slightly in the aftermath of her ordeal. No one else seemed to notice, but Violet’s glassy eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. She was overwhelmed, humiliated in a way she had never experienced before.

Tears threatened to fall as she bit her lip, trembling with indignation. This humiliation... she would never forgive it. She swore to herself that she’d exact revenge.

But as she plotted, the reality of her situation struck her. How could she possibly retaliate? She couldn’t outfight him, and even in scheming, she was no match.

Her mind returned to the bitter defeats she had suffered—whether in combat or in subtle, indirect confrontations. Each attempt to reclaim her dignity had only worsened her plight.

She was at a loss. The once-naïve princess, untested in the harsh realities of life, was now utterly cornered by a cunning foe.