chapter 58: Mary Sue, Husband Pursuit Funeral Scene, Becoming a Simp Step One

After a while, the burning sensation subsided, strength returning to her limbs.

Looking back at the villa, her determination reignited.

This only made him more worth conquering!

Diana looked down briefly.

"Maybe... just maybe..."

She quickly shook her head, clearing the thought.

Her eyes fixed back on the paperwork in front of her, though her mind was preoccupied with the little rascal she’d just encountered.

Shia... he seemed so inno cent at first.

An orphan taken in by the Guen family, he seemed harmless enough.

But was it really that simple?

Diana tapped her temple, deep in thought.

"Could it be... her?"

Her voice trailed off, laden with meaning, a knowing look crossing her face.

After Diana left, Shia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Though he acted like he had everything under control, dealing with this unpredictable academy headmistress was far from easy.

Shia stood up, only to step on something.

Looking down, he saw a small, purple lace item, symmetrical and delicate.

Shia frowned.

"What’s this?"

He picked it up, inspecting it closely.

It felt nice in his hand—smooth, with a comforting texture.

"Is this... a post-defeat gift?"

He wasn’t sure.

Sighing, he thought about how lucky he was that Rong wasn’t home. Otherwise, he’d have some explaining to do.

As he continued pondering, he heard a door creak open.

Shia froze.

"Who’s there?"

A soft voice responded from the hallway.

"I’m home."

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Rong, the succubus princess, entered the villa, halting in her tracks as she immediately picked up on the unfamiliar scent in the air.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did you bring someone home?"

Would Shia admit it?

Naturally not.

Confess and they’ll go easy on you—but you’ll still rot in prison; resist and they’ll come down hard—but you might make it home for the New Year.

"How is this possible?"

"But I can smell it."

"What are you, part bloodhound?"

Shia teased as he tossed the item behind his back onto the sofa. He stepped forward casually, extending a hand to pinch Rong’s cute little upturned nose.

His plan was well thought out—use playful physical contact to intimidate the socially awkward princess, then use the distraction to hide the incriminating evidence!

Unfortunately for him, Rong wasn’t just sharp-nosed—she had sharp eyes too.

"Wait, what’s that?"

Rong intercepted Shia’s outstretched hand, sidestepping around him with surprising agility. Her suspicious gaze locked onto the object on the sofa as she reached for it.

'Major crisis!'

How had she caught him red-handed?

Was his carefully plotted path to victory already about to crumble into failure?

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Rong’s eyes widened as she picked up the delicate object.

She examined it carefully, then looked at Shia with disbelief.

Her gaze fell briefly to herself.

'The flat-chested princess took a direct hit.'

"Is this even wearable?"

What kind of 'field' would need a net this size?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Rong struggled to reconcile the truth, her mind reeling as she clutched the small item tightly.

Meanwhile, Shia misinterpreted her reaction entirely.

He awkwardly scratched his nose, attempting to come up with an excuse.

"Ahem, I haven’t been sleeping well lately, so I bought... uh, a sleep mask."

The lie was painfully weak.

As a girl, Rong clearly recognized what the item actually was.

But the size... She couldn’t accept reality. Denial overtook her reasoning, and she chose to believe Shia’s flimsy excuse without hesitation.

She looked at the item in her hand, then back at Shia.

"Your sleep mask is... really big. Did you get scammed?"

Rather than accept the obvious, she clung to his excuse as if her life depended on it.

Shia, stunned, realized that his half-baked lie had actually worked.

'Wow, that’s... unexpectedly pitiful,' he thought.

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Meanwhile...

After Shia left with Diana, Lilith was in absolute turmoil.

Just imagining Shia living in a luxurious villa, basking in the affection of a gorgeous older woman...

Her jealousy burned bright.

She wanted nothing more than to take his place!

Her expression hardened with resolve.

Tia, observing her mistress’s sudden intensity, felt a wave of panic.

Had her secret habit of collecting Lilith’s... unwashed belongings been discovered?!

"I’ve decided. As his fiancée, I must fulfill my duties!"

Tia blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Lilith had already made up her mind.

She couldn’t keep using the heavy-handed approach. She needed to show Shia her kindness, her gentleness, and her considerate side.

Tia, thoroughly baffled, wondered why her mistress’s attitude toward that "loser" had shifted so drastically.

Of course, it was because Shia had become valuable.

Previously, she’d forced him to bow and apologize to curry favor with her juniors. Now, with him living in a grand villa and backed by the academy headmistress, she couldn’t afford not to change tactics.

Swallowing her pride wasn’t shameful—it was a strategy.

Switching faces was child’s play for her.

Thus began Mary Sue’s dramatic pursuit of her "husband"!

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'Location:' The villa gate at Arlingue Mountain.

'Cast:' Lilith and Shia.

As Shia stepped out of the villa, a figure rushed toward him, catching him off guard.

Lilith’s eyes were slightly red, her big, watery gaze brimming with unshed tears.

She wore a red dress with a plunging V-neckline and delicate straps, exposing her soft, alluring shoulders.

The dress gave her a gentle, girl-next-door charm, her whole demeanor radiating warmth and vulnerability.

But the sadness and hesitation on her face tugged at the heartstrings, stirring an irresistible urge to comfort her.

"Darling, what will it take for you to forgive me?"

Shia’s response? A cold, indifferent stare.

'Shia’s thoughts:'

'Forgive her? I barely have time to pity myself.'

This manipulative woman had tormented him for so long. Now, finally, he could face her on his own terms instead of being force-fed nonsense by the game developers.

"Senior, please behave yourself."

"Shia, won’t you even call me ‘darling’ anymore?"

"Senior, if anyone else sees this, it could tarnish your reputation."

"Won’t you forgive me?"

Shia gave her a cold, steady gaze, saying nothing.

Lilith lowered her eyes, her expression a mix of sorrow and hesitation.

She bit her lip, wrestling with her emotions before finally making up her mind.

"Shia, tell me what I need to do to make it up to you."

"Whatever you ask for, I’ll do it!"

Shia, initially planning to walk away, froze mid-step at her words.

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He turned around and gave his fiancée a long, deliberate look.

Her outfit was deceptively simple—a short dress with a wide hemline that barely covered her mid-thighs.

Her long, slender legs were pressed close together, forming an elegant, tempting curve.

Her narrow waist and perfectly proportioned figure seemed almost unreal.

Golden hair cascaded down her back, framing her breathtakingly beautiful face, which was lightly flushed.

Every now and then, she glanced up at him with a shy yet determined gaze, her demeanor exuding both vulnerability and courage.

Lilith bit her lip and took a small step forward, subtly revealing more of her shapely legs wrapped in sheer black stockings.

The stockings seemed especially thin today, the glossy material clinging to her skin and hinting at the smoothness beneath. They were so tantalizingly fragile that they practically begged to be torn apart.

Then, slowly, she lowered herself to the ground.

Looking up at Shia, her movements caused the fabric at her knees to stretch and turn almost transparent.

Her golden curls framed her delicate face as she knelt, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes.

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Shia’s expression shifted to one of amusement as he looked at her.

'The first step in taming this golden retriever?'

'Initiated.'