Chapter 57: Shia’s Pinch: Breaking the Headmistress

Shia’s gaze turned back to Diana’s face, meeting her eyes.

In Diana’s expectant gaze, Shia...

"No."

A swift rejection!

Becoming a child? Definitely out of the question.

Before Diana could feel disappointment, Shia already had a new suggestion.

"Being your child is a no-go, but if you want me as your husband, I could probably accept that."

Shia flashed a confident smile. A true man’s charm never required trying too hard to impress.

"It's all about family, right? Don't you think so?"

Such casual audacity in front of the academy head was borderline outrageous.

Most people would either eagerly agree or nervously decline, but Shia? He not only refused but even managed to tease her back.

This unpredictable little rascal—what he might do next was always a mystery.

But it was precisely this elusiveness that Diana found so captivating.

Yes, captivating to the point of being utterly irresistible.

She adored him so much she couldn’t help herself.

Her fragrant arms wrapped around him, pulling Shia forcefully into her embrace.

"Come on, let mommy hold you~!"

Ignoring his reaction entirely, she pressed him firmly against her.

The overwhelming softness of her ample chest smothered him completely, distorting his face and leaving him unable to breathe.

Diana hugged Shia tightly, rubbing him affectionately against her abundant curves.

"Why don’t you just become my child, hmm? I’ll give you everything you want."

"I can give you all the love and care you could ever need~."

This seductive yet doting goddess-mommy exuded an intoxicating mix of dominance, tenderness, and charm, topped with an endearing pout.

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It seemed like the perfect offer—as if agreeing would immediately catapult him to the pinnacle of life.

But Shia knew all too well the suffocating depth of such "motherly love."

A goddess’s maternal care wasn’t as ordinary as it seemed.

It was an obsessive, almost pathological love, involving full control over every facet of life. From grand decisions about his future to trivial details like clothing and hairstyles, everything would be dictated by her whims.

The overwhelming attention could exhaust a person, leaving them breathless and drained.

Besides, he wasn’t into this kind of kink.

So there was no way he’d agree.

However, Diana wasn’t one to relent.

For the child she adored, she wouldn’t give up so easily.

Shia was on the brink of suffocation.

Dealing with such a voluptuous and clingy older woman was no easy feat.

"Pretty please, say yes~?"

Diana continued her soft and sweet persuasion, her tone dripping with seduction and persistence.

Shia, struggling to pull his head out of her cleavage, finally managed to take a deep breath.

Then, without hesitation, his hand landed on her impressive chest.

"Stop! Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

He wasn’t going to deal with this forever—this wasn’t sustainable.

Diana paused, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

She still cradled Shia’s head against her softness.

"Are you changing your mind? Will you be my child now?"

It was clear that if his answer wasn’t to her liking, she’d resume her relentless coaxing.

"Let’s make a bet. A wager to settle this."

Diana’s interest was piqued immediately.

A bet?

She’d lived far longer and experienced more than this little guy. She was confident she’d win.

"How do we bet?"

"Let’s see if you can truly treat me as your child."

Finally breathing in fresh air again, Shia steadied himself, his breaths evening out.

Diana waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t say anything else.

"Is it that simple?"

It seemed straightforward, but something felt fishy.

She needed to double-check.

"You want me to treat you as my mother? Then I should test you too, right?"

Shia confirmed her suspicion, and Diana agreed without hesitation.

She was so intrigued by the little rascal that she wanted to make him her child anyway—how hard could this be?

Smirking arrogantly, Diana underestimated the challenge ahead.

Shia’s lips curved into a mischievous grin.

This seductive headmistress, the epitome of beauty and desire, would soon regret her decision!

Did she realize how much he knew? As someone who’d replayed her route countless times, even she, the boss, had her weaknesses fully mapped out!

Shia’s gaze fell to Diana’s slightly plush lower abdomen.

Soft and inviting, it practically begged to be pinched.

Her character sprite even highlighted that feature!

This academy headmistress was one of the few whose affections, once maxed out, unlocked special "privileges."

Diana, seeing Shia’s contemplative expression, felt disdain.

She was confident she’d win the wager easily.

Without hesitation, Shia extended his wicked hand.

Shia’s gaze fixated on Diana’s slightly rounded lower belly, its softness an irresistible allure beneath the delicate fabric of her gown. Slowly, his hand reached out, his fingertips grazing the smooth surface as though testing the waters. The warmth of her skin beneath the thin material sent a shiver up his arm, and he allowed his fingers to trail teasingly along the gentle curve, savoring every fleeting moment.

Diana’s breath hitched, her body instinctively reacting to his bold touch. A faint, almost imperceptible tremble ran through her frame as her composure faltered. Her usually poised figure betrayed her, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths that made her delicate collarbone more pronounced. Yet, she remained silent, frozen in place, as though unsure how to process the unexpected sensation.

Shia’s fingers pressed deeper, sinking into the plush flesh of her abdomen. The soft give of her skin beneath his playful pinch made his smirk widen, the reaction eliciting an unspoken satisfaction. Diana’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from her body betraying her internal turmoil.

His hand began to slide upward, emboldened by her lack of resistance. The gentle curve of her waist invited him to explore further, his fingers drifting closer to the alluring swell of her chest. But just as his fingertips grazed the edge of her gown, Diana’s body jolted as if awakened from a trance.

The raven-haired beauty clutched her stomach, fleeing in defeat.

The villa’s door slammed open, and without a backward glance, she bolted.

Shia leaned back on the couch, crossed his legs, and smirked.

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Despite her seductive allure, Diana was surprisingly pure at heart—a woman of theories rather than practice.

No matter how vast her theoretical knowledge, reality often hit differently.

Panting heavily, Diana stopped at the courtyard gate, taking a moment to catch her breath.

She turned to glance back at the villa, biting her lip in silence.

Her legs trembled, barely able to support her weight, and she had to grab the gatepost to steady herself. Her voluptuous body leaned against it, soft curves pressed invitingly against the cold metal.

She hadn’t expected to lose—let alone to someone like Shia.

The lingering heat in her abdomen felt like a phantom touch, teasing her skin mercilessly.

It was both uncomfortable and oddly pleasurable.

How could she play the part of a proper mommy like this?

Defeated by a mere boy, her frustration knew no bounds.

But she couldn’t stay. If she lingered, she’d only embarrass herself further.