Chapter 302: Mary Sue's "Dream-Come-True Moment" Whips Are a No-Go (2)
Lilith presented a beautifully wrapped pink gift box to Shia.
"Here, I accidentally bought an extra one. No need to waste it, you can have it."
As she spoke, she stole a glance at Shia before quickly looking away.
The exquisite gift box was a deliberate flaw, a clear sign to others that she was intentionally giving him a present.
And what else?
Creating accidental physical contact?
Showing happiness after a touch, only to feign seriousness afterward?
Lilith executed the entire sequence flawlessly.
She perfectly embodied the image of a girl secretly in love with her childhood friend.
Delicate and gentle, there was no trace of her former flirtatious demeanor.
Shia gave Lilith's learning and acting abilities high praise.
"If White sees this side of you, she definitely won't dislike you."
Being praised, Lilith beamed with joy.
Her radiant smile and the way she leaned into Shia's head pats made her look like an eager golden retriever pleasing its owner.
Tia silently watched from the side, saying nothing.
Then, Lilith continued asking Tia for guidance on how to make her act even more convincing.
This was truly sinful.
Tia silently repented in her heart.
Then continued her new round of lessons.
From dressing style to mannerisms, she molded Lilith into exactly what she wanted.
Seeing Lilith's happy and content expression, the darkness in Tia's gaze deepened.
Though it was sinful, it was truly irresistible.
Outside Shia's home, White stood expressionless.
Her gothic lolita attire accentuated her pale complexion, making her look even more bloodless.
The wind blew, evaporating the sweat in her palms, making her even more nervous.
Her previous attempt had failed; would this practice session work?
She had come today because she received a message from Shia saying that Lilith would be helping this time.
She didn't have a good impression of Lilith.
But she noticed that something seemed different about her today.
Lilith was dressed in an elegant, refined manner, sitting quietly, exuding the aura of a noble lady.
Before, whenever Lilith saw her, she would always pounce on her.
Either trying to hold her hand or hug her waist, constantly seeking unnecessary physical contact.
But this time, she simply gave a polite smile.
And most of her attention seemed to be on someone beside her?
Shia leaned slightly towards White, whispering.
"I've already spoken to her. If she makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I'll keep her in check."
His blood had an attraction buff for White, while Lilith's had a repelling effect—perfect for use.
Might as well recycle waste!
White glanced at Lilith a few more times, confirming that she really wasn't looking at her.
She truly looked like a refined noble lady now, completely devoid of her previous annoying tendencies.
She hesitated slightly but eventually nodded.
"She has improved a lot."
White was a bit confused. Lilith's change was simply too drastic.
She turned to look at Shia and saw him wink at her.
White felt touched.
Was Lilith's transformation all because of him?
To change so drastically, she must have worked hard in private just for her.
But someone like her didn't deserve this.
Such a great favor—how could she ever repay it?
White felt immense gratitude toward Shia.
She gave him a soft, gentle smile.
He had helped her adapt to her instincts and even changed Lilith for her.
How could there be such a wonderful person?
Lilith felt ecstatic under White's occasional glances, completely unaware that she had become a pawn.
The three of them sat together in front of the couch.
Lilith already knew why she was here before she even arrived.
She was prepared to sacrifice herself.
Looking at White, she steeled her resolve.
Even though her heart trembled, it was all for a brighter future and for the beautiful girls she adored.
She stretched out her delicate wrist, placing it in front of White.
Tilting her head slightly, she clutched at Shia's sleeve with her other hand.
"Go ahead."
Her voice carried a sense of reckless determination.
Though she was willing to sacrifice herself, White wasn't one to accept just anyone's blood.
White glanced at the offered wrist.
Her small clenched fist trembled slightly.
She pouted, turning her head away in disdain, completely uninterested.
Vampires were highly selective about their blood.
Lilith's presence did nothing to stir her appetite.
Instead, White stole glances at Shia, swallowing lightly.
Shia smelled so delicious.
His blood was the only one she craved.
Shia sighed, pulling Lilith's hand back.
"You don't need to do this."
Lilith blinked in confusion.
"Eh? But weren't we supposed to help White overcome her instincts?"
Shia pushed Lilith aside and sat directly in front of White.
White's gaze locked onto him, unable to move away.
The memory of the taste from last time resurfaced vividly.
She could even hear the flow of his blood within his body.
"This kind of thing should be handled by a guy."
Shia extended his hand toward White.
"Still struggling with your urges?"
White barely registered his voice, nodding with great difficulty.
She had to use immense willpower just to stop herself from pouncing on him.
Shia then pulled Lilith beside him.
His plan was to use Lilith to suppress White's urges.
"Look at her."
White obediently shifted her gaze to Lilith.
Instantly, her bloodthirst vanished.
Even though Lilith no longer carried that repelling presence, White was still uninterested in her blood.
"How do you feel now? Any better?"
White inhaled Shia's scent—it was overwhelmingly tempting.
But with Lilith present, she restrained herself.
She nodded.
Even though she still yearned for Shia's blood, looking at Lilith's face somehow made it bearable.
Shia observed closely and made a small cut on his fingertip.
A tiny drop of blood appeared, yet in White's world, it was overwhelming.
Her crimson eyes flickered wildly.
Her gaze remained fixed on Lilith.
Rationality and instinct waged a fierce battle.
Her instincts screamed for her to indulge; her rational mind reminded her she couldn't.
Not with an outsider present. She had to maintain her composure.
She clenched her fists tightly, feeling her fangs grow uncontrollably.
She bit her lip, using all her strength to resist.
Sweat formed on her skin.
Lilith, with wide eyes, stared silently at White.
In her mind, they were gazing at each other tenderly.
If not for her past experiences and Shia's teachings, she would have already grabbed White's hands to pour out her emotions.
Shia saw her struggle and felt relieved.
This method was indeed effective.
But repressing instincts too much would only backfire.
If pushed too far, the rebound would be worse.
White needed to channel her urges into something else.
Letting her feed freely wasn't an option.
But she could redirect this impulse into another form.
Shia handed a soft whip to White.
White looked at the whip, then at Shia, confused.
Shia guided her gaze to Lilith.
"Suppressing your instincts is no different from before."
"But you can try converting this impulse into something else."
"She'd be more than happy to help."
This... was he suggesting she whip Lilith?
White was stunned.
"Huh?"
Could she really do that?
Lilith stepped forward, her expression one of righteous sacrifice.
"Go ahead, White."
"I caused you trouble before—I'm willing to make up for it."
She closed her eyes.
"You don't need to hold back!"
White had initially felt hesitant.
She had disliked Lilith before, but she had already retaliated back then.
After all, Lilith was Shia's childhood friend. Hurting her seemed wrong.
But the moment Lilith spoke, that hesitation vanished.
She suddenly wanted to hit her.
"Smack!"
The whip cracked through the air, landing with a crisp snap.