Chapter 303: Mary Sue's "Dream-Come-True Moment" Whips Are a No-Go (3)
Pain instantly surged through Lilith's body.
She bit her lip, but rather than just pain, there was also delight.
Her expression betrayed hints of joy.
Being punished by the ice-cold goddess—so thrilling!
But she still remembered Shia's instructions.
"Pain and grievance are normal reactions."
"You need to manage your expressions so she doesn't think you're a pervert."
Remembering this, she quickly adjusted her expression to one of grievance, her eyes welling with unshed tears.
The noble and elegant lady looking so pitiful made White hesitate.
But after the first strike, the next ones came easily.
She couldn't stop.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The sound of the whip echoed through the room.
Lilith bit her lip, struggling to maintain her expression.
Inside, however, she was ecstatic.
Oh~ Goddess, please punish me more!
With each snap of the whip, with each strike draining White's strength, she could feel her craving for Shia's blood diminishing.
Even with his scent so close, the desire was truly subsiding.
If it had taken all of her strength before to stop herself from latching onto Shia's finger, now, while she still craved blood, the desire had weakened significantly.
As the one experiencing this, White felt the difference most clearly.
Once she finally stopped, panting heavily as she collapsed onto the sofa, her thirst for blood had diminished to a faint whisper.
Shia sat down beside her.
"Do you still want to drink blood?"
White turned to look at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She lowered her gaze slightly, concentrating on her feelings.
The hunger was still there—but barely.
She didn't respond, only offering Shia a faint smile.
But the surprise in her eyes was obvious.
Meanwhile, Lilith sat slumped on the floor, her clothes torn in places from the whipping.
Her golden hair was disheveled, and her moist eyes still carried a pitiful glimmer.
Seeing her in this state, White flinched slightly.
Had she really gone that far?
It looked... brutal.
A pang of guilt surfaced in her heart.
"Was I too harsh?"
White looked at Shia with wide, uncertain eyes, like a child afraid of being reprimanded.
"It's okay. If it helps White, I can endure a little pain."
Lilith intercepted the conversation, expressing her generosity.
Yet White's gaze remained on Shia.
Shia shook his head with a gentle smile.
"It's fine. As long as it works."
White still felt embarrassed, even though Lilith herself had agreed.
And she had another request.
She turned to Lilith.
"Lilith, since this works, can I ask for your help again?"
Redirecting instincts into alternative actions worked well, but someone had to bear the suffering.
Since Lilith had already agreed once, she might be willing to continue.
Besides, if it were someone else, drawing blood might actually provoke White's instincts instead.
But with Lilith, there was no such problem.
She simply had no interest in Lilith's blood.
Facing White's hopeful gaze, could Lilith refuse?
Of course not!
"Of course! Anytime you need me, just ask."
Lilith accepted without hesitation.
Her mind was already calculating furiously.
Although it seemed like she was constantly being bullied, the outcome was beneficial.
Lilith didn't see being tormented by her beloved ice-cold goddess as suffering.
It hurt—but it was a pleasurable pain.
The more pain she felt, the more proof there was that the goddess had left her mark on her body.
And now, White no longer rejected her!
In the past, whenever she approached White, she would get beaten and sent away.
And even after being hit, White's opinion of her never changed.
But now, everything was different.
White no longer pushed her away.
This was a crucial step in her conquest of the ice queen!
Next, all she had to do was have Shia lure White into bed and then discreetly send Shia away.
Then… she would simply go with the flow.
Once everything had already happened, and White no longer resisted her, wouldn't that mean she had won?
As for whether Shia would follow her plan?
Of course he would!
He was her most reliable childhood friend!
By now, Lilith had complete trust in Shia.
Absolute faith.
"Congratulations, my lady. You're about to get what you desire."
Tia's voice was gentle, slow, and deliberate.
Lost in her beautiful vision of the future, Lilith couldn't help but sigh.
"He really is my best helper!"
Without Shia's careful planning and cooperation in this grand performance, how could she have turned White's heart so easily?
Just recalling the way White had looked at her earlier filled Lilith's heart with a honeyed sweetness.
Tia, watching Lilith's blissful expression, remained utterly impassive.
She slowly peeled back Lilith's torn dress.
Her pale, round shoulders were immediately exposed to the cool air.
But Lilith barely noticed.
Not until the fabric brushed against her wounds did she inhale sharply.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Her delicate face scrunched up in pain.
Tia's voice was soft, almost coaxing.
"Just endure it a little longer, my lady."
She picked up a warm towel and carefully cleaned Lilith's wounds.
The faint red marks on her pale skin stood out vividly.
Each lash mark clearly indicated the suffering she had endured.
Tia's eyes were filled with heartache.
"My lady, this must have hurt."
"It's alright."
Lilith inhaled sharply, her face briefly contorting before returning to normal.
Of course, it hurt.
But the thought that this pain had been given by her beloved ice queen only made her happy.
For the sake of winning over the goddess, she could endure any hardship.
Lying face down on the bed, Lilith quietly enjoyed the warmth seeping into her wounds.
The pain gradually faded away.
"It hurts, but it's bearable."
Her voice was small, and Tia's gaze lingered on her exposed back, unable to look away.
Seeing Lilith injured made Tia's emotions churn—half anguish, half envy.
Why could others lay hands on her?
If someone was to strike her, it should be Tia herself.
She loved her mistress the most—how could she let anyone else do this?
It had to be her own hands, and no one else's.
Meanwhile, Shia remained unaware of what happened after Lilith left.
Instead, he sensed an unusual disturbance from his charm ring.
His consciousness drifted into the void, observing the divine energy that had doubled since last time.
A deep gleam flickered in his eyes.
It was enough!
Without hesitation, Shia vanished from where he sat, appearing within the space that stored divine energy.
The soft golden glow of divine power surrounded him—radiant yet gentle.
Brimming with divinity.
The energy wrapped around the young man's body, seeping into him through every pore.