Chapter 62: The First Lesson in a Dog’s Life, Completely Exhausted (1)

Lilith froze.

“How can this even be possible?”

Shia responded calmly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

“Of course, it’s possible.”

Lilith raised her head, her golden hair swaying slightly as she looked at Shia. His expression was composed, a faint eyebrow raised, adding to his air of confidence.

Lilith's expression turned blank.

Such an outrageous demand… and it could escalate even further?

What exactly does he want…

She noticed Shia’s hand still poised over his phone screen, typing leisurely.

Her heart tightened, her eyes widened, and her red lips parted slightly in disbelief.

“Huh?”

The phone buzzed.

She glanced down at the screen and then looked back up, her face blank. Her lips parted even wider in shock.

“What??”

Her mind churned like a stormy sea, waves crashing uncontrollably.

Before claiming his victory, Shia needed to help Ella leave.

In Shia’s words:

“Aunt Ella has worked so hard running around for our relationship. It’s only right to see her off.”

In Ella’s words:

“I’m getting old. Sitting for so long makes my body stiff.”

Indeed, Ella could barely move her legs. Her entire body leaned against Shia for support as he guided her out.

Now that their issues were resolved, the rest was no longer her concern.

And she deeply felt she couldn’t stay any longer.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

Otherwise, she might actually lose her standing as Lilith’s mentor right in front of her.

Clearly, this brat was still Lilith’s fiancé, yet he showed no restraint, daring to act so boldly under her very nose...

Ella thought bitterly, casting a reproachful glance at Shia.

Her current state, where she couldn’t even walk properly, was all his fault!

Yet, he carried on as if nothing had happened.

Lilith didn’t think much of it.

It wasn’t because she trusted her mentor and Shia implicitly, but because she was preoccupied with Shia’s excessive demands.

Shock lingered in her heart, leaving her dazed for a long time.

The original request had already been outrageous, and now it was escalating further.

Was he really asking her to do that?

On one hand, she wanted to secure the affection of her "dog"; on the other, she sought the journey of self-discovery Shia could provide.

But… it was such a difficult choice!

She bit her lip, caught in a whirlpool of indecision and weighing the pros and cons.

Could she really make such a huge sacrifice?

Meanwhile, the graceful silhouette of Ella leaned against Shia’s tall frame, her delicate curves accentuated by the contrast.

The two walked out of the restaurant and turned the corner, the evening breeze brushing against their faces.

The cold wind helped Ella regain some clarity.

Wait, why was she letting this brat manipulate and bully her again?

She turned her head, ready to warn Shia.

“If you dare act recklessly again, I’m really going to— mmph!”

Before she could finish, Shia cut her off with another forceful kiss.

It was a deep and deliberate exchange, silencing all of her unfinished protests.

Only his most sincere gratitude remained, while her earlier anger softened under his dominance.

The delicate body in his arms gradually grew weaker, her strength drained away.

By the time Ella was left breathless, her fair and gentle face had turned bright red. Her heaving chest rose and fell erratically, the soft mounds of her ample bosom trembling with each shallow gasp. Only then did Shia release her.

Ella couldn’t even muster the strength to stand, let alone continue scolding him.

Looking at the mature woman now limp in his arms, Shia felt a surge of satisfaction from deep within.

He leaned closer to Ella’s ear, his warm breath brushing against her flushed earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

“I prefer working with people who are a bit more cooperative.”

Ella understood the implication behind his words, and her face flushed even deeper.

“Aunt Ella, you look stunning tonight.”

Her simple white dress paired with glossy black stockings radiated an irresistible allure, embodying the perfect blend of elegance and sensuality. It was impossible not to feel like teasing her a little.

Shia’s sense of accomplishment soared.

Being complimented so boldly by someone younger, Ella couldn’t help but feel her heartbeat quicken.

A slight blush crept across her face, though it was difficult to tell if it was lingering embarrassment from the kiss or genuine shyness.

For a moment, she even forgot her identity.

Like a young girl experiencing her first love, her heart raced solely for him.

As Shia’s charm continued to rise, the influence of the magical ring on Ella grew stronger.

With his heartfelt praise, Ella’s delicate heart was already in turmoil.

Having lost her husband shortly after marriage, she had never truly experienced love.

Now, for the first time, she understood what it felt like to be moved.

The sensation… was indescribable.

She felt so shy she wanted to hide, yet her heart felt sweet and warm.

But no amount of sweetness could overshadow how excessive Shia’s behavior had been.

She pursed her lips, feeling a faint sting.

Her delicate fingers instinctively brushed against her lips, immediately noticing the difference.

Her lips were swollen.

This brat!

Ella shot him a resentful glare.

“How am I supposed to go out and face people now?”

Her dignity as an older woman had once again been trampled.

Perhaps the earlier romantic excitement had stirred memories of her late husband.

Now, realizing how intimate her actions with Shia had been, she felt a pang of guilt toward her deceased spouse.

But a small voice lingered in her heart.

It wasn’t her first kiss anymore—whether it was one kiss or two, did it really make much difference?

After all, it wasn’t like she’d initiated it. That brat had forced it on her!

Ella consoled herself with these thoughts.

“You look even prettier like this. Why would anyone mind?”

Shia smirked, pinching her cheek lightly.

The audacious gesture earned him a sharp glare from Ella.

But deep down, she wasn’t truly angry—just embarrassed and flustered.

After sending Ella off, Shia returned to his room.

Inside, Lilith was still wrestling with her own thoughts.

Even though she had agreed, she couldn’t help but cling to the faint hope of avoiding the punishment.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, she was startled.

“Are we going to your room or the one I stayed in before?”

Lilith bit her lip but eventually relented.

“Your room.”

At least it felt more private that way.

'If it happened in the living room... it would be way too embarrassing and humiliating.'

This was because Shia’s condition was simple yet outrageous—to be his obedient "dog" for an hour. A dog that listened, obeyed, and even sought to please its owner!