Chapter 77: The Tribulations of the Silver Moon Princess, Senpai is Right Outside, Please Stop! (1)

The next morning.

Rong watched Shia enjoying her breakfast with such elegance and grace. She bit her lip and clutched her skirt tightly.

After much internal struggle, she mustered the courage to speak up.

“Master, I sincerely request your help with something.”

Shia, slightly surprised, looked at Rong, who had bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

“I… I want to overcome…”

Though she stammered, Rong managed to voice her thoughts more coherently than before. She had finally begun to move beyond her habit of freezing up entirely.

Rong felt frustrated with herself for being so socially anxious and wanted to change. Considering Shia as her closest friend, she knew he was the only one she could turn to for help.

“Sure.”

Shia took another spoonful of salad, agreeing without hesitation.

His easygoing response caught Rong off guard.

She had assumed that asking Shia for help would come with some kind of cost. Yet, before she even had the chance to present any terms or promises, Shia agreed—just like that?

No strings attached?

Are humans really this… straightforward?

Her expression grew blank with disbelief.

“Actually, I do have one small request,” Shia added, sincerity evident in his tone as he observed Rong’s visible confusion.

“This ring…”

“No way!”

Rong rejected him outright, her response quick and decisive.

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If it were any other condition, no matter how challenging, she’d have done her best to fulfill it. But anything involving her tail was an absolute no-go.

The succubus’s tail was sacred, meant only for the touch of her chosen man. Let alone placing a ring on it—even thinking about such an act carried immense, holy significance that a human like Shia could never comprehend.

How could she agree to something so utterly shameless?

Even among succubi, this kind of behavior was considered beyond indecent.

But her social anxiety had been building for years, leaving her tongue-tied and unable to explain. Her frustration only grew as her attempts to articulate herself ended in incoherent stammers.

Resigned, she chose to stay silent.

“Alright, alright, let’s not talk about it anymore,” Shia quickly reassured her, sensing her growing embarrassment.

Otherwise, he was sure this socially anxious princess might genuinely combust from mortification.

While she didn’t quite “burn up,” she did let out a small sigh of relief. Her inner turmoil, however, only deepened.

She realized that things couldn’t go on like this. She had to work hard and train herself out of this state!

'Lesson One of Overcoming Social Anxiety: Leaving the House'

Staying cooped up indoors every day was no way to conquer her fears. The first step to breaking free from her current state was interacting with people.

The more exposure she had, the more accustomed she’d become, eventually shedding her fear altogether.

“You can’t keep hiding at home like this every day. You should start attending classes,” Shia remarked bluntly.

C-Classes?

Rong’s eyes widened slightly.

Just imagining being crammed into a small space with so many people sent waves of panic coursing through her. The thought alone made her want to retreat.

“B-But classes… they’re useless for me,” she argued weakly.

After all, she couldn’t cultivate magic or skills, rendering the coursework meaningless. That was why she avoided classes altogether.

Shia crossed his arms and stared her down as she struggled to come up with excuses to skip.

Under his unwavering gaze, Rong shrank further into herself, wishing she could disappear entirely.

“They really… don’t help me…” Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of grievance.

Without another word, Shia grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out the door.

Rong resisted with all her might, but it was no use. Shia’s strength easily overpowered her, and she soon found herself forcibly escorted to the classroom.

The school bell hadn’t rung yet, but the classroom was already lively.

Some students were playfully teasing each other, while others were engrossed in their phones, watching videos, listening to music, or playing games.

The noise level wasn’t particularly high, but to a socially anxious girl like Rong, it felt like torture.

The buzz of human voices overwhelmed her.

Overcome by fear, she even began to feel physically unwell.

Rong covered her mouth with her hand, her face turning pale.

She felt like throwing up…

Seeing her pitiful state, Shia couldn’t help but shake his head discreetly. Still, he moved closer to her side, shielding her from most of the prying eyes and noise.

“Hang in there. You’ll get used to this eventually. Most people aren’t paying attention to you; they’re busy with their own lives. Just focus on being yourself.”

Rong forced a weak smile, her face still pale and her expression nervous, like a frightened bunny. Thanks to Shia’s presence, she managed to maintain some semblance of composure.

But not everyone in the room ignored them.

After all, that was Shia—the mysterious and powerful Shia—actually attending class!

And who was that girl next to him?

While most students cast curious glances their way, one individual’s interest was far more serious.

The silver-haired princess, Violet, was observing the two closely.

She scrutinized the petite, flat-chested girl who seemed utterly unremarkable. Yet Shia appeared to be paying her special attention?

The way they leaned in to speak quietly to each other didn’t escape Violet’s notice.

The girl’s discomfort was evident, and Shia’s soft-spoken reassurances seemed oddly tender. When the plain girl gave a faint, weak smile, it was like a trembling flower braving a storm.

A flash of realization struck Violet.

She had figured it out!

Her imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenes straight out of the romance stories she’d read. The villain always had an inexplicable fixation on the most ordinary of girls.

So this girl had caught Shia’s eye?

Violet’s uniquely creative mind began scripting a drama that spanned 180 episodes in her head, with Shia and Rong at the center.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, her eyes practically sparkling.

Though she couldn’t understand why villains favored such plain girls, Violet saw this as an opportunity. If she couldn’t control Shia directly, she could exploit this ordinary girl as his weakness.