Chapter 307: Stepping on Mary Sue? That's a Bit Too... (4)
After leaving Ella's office, Shia didn't head straight home.
Leaving without saying proper goodbyes felt inappropriate. Looking back, he realized there were still a few people he needed to see.
Like the white-stockinged beauty who had just stepped out of the library.
Silver hair, a sleek vest, pristine white stockings.
Violet tilted her chin slightly, exuding a proud aura.
"What do you want to say to me?"
She had been studying diligently in the library when someone tapped on her desk, summoning her outside.
Seeing Shia standing before her, Violet felt a little smug.
So, you came to find me first, huh?
Not the other way around~!
You're the one who wants to talk to me~!
Now you finally realize how amazing I am, right?
"Can't I just come to see you without a reason?"
Shia smiled leisurely, teasing her.
"If you have nothing to say, I'm not interested in listening."
Violet turned her head slightly.
Did he think she cared?
No way!
She only stepped outside so she wouldn't disturb the other students in the library—reluctantly listening to him.
It wasn't like she cared at all!
But her eyes betrayed her, sneaking glances at Shia.
Her entire body screamed, "Hurry up and coax me~."
Seeing her like this, Shia couldn't help but chuckle.
She was quite adorable.
"What if I don't?"
Violet froze.
How did he know what she was thinking?
Wait, no!
That's not the point right now.
"If you don't, then… then… I won't give in!"
Violet stomped her foot in frustration.
Her white-stockinged boots struck the ground in rapid succession, like a drumbeat.
Then she suddenly stopped.
Her wide eyes stared ahead in shock.
A warm sensation spread from her lips.
She… was being kissed?
Shia pulled back slightly, his voice low and husky against her lips.
"It's fine if you don't give in."
Then he leaned in again.
Violet's ears turned red, her face flushed.
She was overheating at record speed.
Her delicate body, overwhelmed by the kiss, softened completely in Shia's arms.
She fumed inwardly and bit his lip lightly in protest.
This guy was too unfair—always cheating!
After bidding Violet farewell, Shia still couldn't head home just yet.
He had one more person to see—his senior and girlfriend.
Compared to the proud princess's antics, Sistine embodied the grace of a sword saintess—calm and composed.
She merely smiled gently, her posture still elegant.
"Go ahead, I'll wait for your return."
"A temporary farewell is just that. When you come back, we'll reunite."
"Even as lovers, we need our own space and responsibilities."
"I understand that."
Her magnanimous demeanor seemed almost too composed.
One couldn't help but marvel—truly worthy of being a senior. Compared to the clinginess and reluctance of the younger girls, she displayed a more mature and composed demeanor.
Shia nodded, not overthinking it.
"I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself while I'm away."
He turned to leave.
If someone had been standing in front of Shia, they would have seen that the moment he turned, the composed Sistine bit her lip, revealing a tangled and reluctant expression.
Her boyfriend was leaving—moreover, with another girl.
What woman wouldn't mind that?
All that composure and generosity? Just an act from the ever-accommodating Sword Saintess, who was never good at refusing others.
Even now, when facing the departure of her beloved, she had to pretend not to care to put him at ease.
Only after Shia turned his back did she reveal her true emotions.
The next second, just as he was about to leave, Shia suddenly turned around and caught the longing and reluctance in Sistine's eyes.
She froze, unable to hide her emotions in time.
Shia walked back to her, his gaze soft as he gently tucked the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear.
"Senior, your composure is a bit inconsistent."
His tone carried a faint teasing.
A blush spread across Sistine's ears.
She hadn't expected him to pull a sudden reversal.
Now she had been caught red-handed!
Of course, Sistine didn't want to part with him.
Previously, when they weren't living together, even a single day apart felt like an eternity.
And now, he would be gone for days.
That meant truly not seeing each other.
Since she had already been exposed, she decided not to keep up the pretense.
She gave in to impulse.
The once cold and sacred flower stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Shia, nestling into his embrace.
Her soft warmth filled his arms.
Her ample curves pressed against him, molding to his shape, yet it still didn't feel close enough.
She wanted to hold him tighter, just a little tighter.
The mere thought of their imminent separation made her reluctant to let go.
There were so many things she wanted to tell him.
"Stay safe."
"Mm."
"Come back soon."
"Mm."
"I… will miss you."
A rosy hue dusted Sistine's cheeks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't worry. It's just a few days."
Shia held onto the clinging Sistine, feeling utterly content.
It was as if he were being bathed in gentle spring waters, tranquil and comforting.
Shia had thought he would leave immediately after saying his goodbyes.
But when he met up with Lilith, he realized she wasn't alone.
The living room was packed with girls of varying styles, filling every available seat.
Each had a very legitimate reason.
Their beloved (or master) was about to leave, so naturally, they had to see him off.
Sistine stepped forward, adjusting Shia's collar.
The once cold and sacred senior now bore a hint of restrained reluctance on her face.
But she kept it under control.
"Go and return soon. Take care."
Rong also stepped forward.
"Master, are you sure I can't go with you?"
Shia patted her head.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Sistine turned her gaze toward Rong, then looked back at Shia expectantly.
Shia paused slightly, then reached out and ruffled Sistine's hair as well.
Violet, watching from the side, grew envious.
But she still huffed in pride, refusing to step forward.
Hmph, she was the Silver Moon Princess!
Who needed such childish head pats?
Standing beside her, Aph looked between her princess and Shia, sighing softly in her heart.
Lilith, meanwhile, was practically drooling.
Her enamored gaze swept across the gathered girls.
From big sisters to little ones, each had their own charm.
She turned to Shia, her voice carrying a tinge of jealousy.
"You sure have a lot of friends~!"
Yet her eyes remained glued to the girls, unable to look away.
Her determination solidified once more.
Once I secure him, all of you will be mine!
Her mind was already filled with images of being surrounded by beautiful girls, engaging in all sorts of intimate activities.
Once her plan succeeded, the future would be within her grasp!
Just thinking about it made Lilith giddy with excitement.
"Hehehe…"
*Slap!*
A crisp slap rang through the room, shattering the atmosphere.
All eyes turned toward the source.
A golden-haired elf was nestled in Shia's arms, her naturally dazed expression filled with innocence.
And her hand? Still outstretched from smacking Lilith.
Nia blinked innocently.
It wasn't me—it was Lia!
I couldn't control myself~.
It was Lia who reacted to her thoughts, not me!
Shia sighed helplessly at the scene.
Lilith, on the other hand, just grinned.
"Hahaha, it's fine."
"I know senior sometimes loses control. I can handle it—it didn't hurt much."
Yet her black-stockinged legs subtly shifted away.
Not hurt? Yeah, right.
But she had gotten used to being smacked over time.
The other girls exchanged odd glances.
They had heard rumors that Shia's fiancée wasn't quite normal.
Turns out, the rumors were true.
Shia reached out, stroking Nia's hair with a fond chuckle.
"Alright."
Nia purred happily, retracting her hand.
There was no trace of the one who had delivered the slap just moments ago.
Shia stood beside Lilith, looking at the gathered girls who had come to see him off.
"This is far enough."
"I'm not disappearing forever."
The girls watched longingly as Shia and Lilith's figures slowly faded into the distance…
—
The Guen family's territory was off-limits to outsiders, just as Shia had mentioned. Only family members or those with invitations could enter.
In Bourne City, there was a dedicated teleportation gate leading to the Guen family's lands.
This was one of the required paths.
But Bourne City was quite far from Seven Shields Academy, necessitating a carriage ride.
Tia drove in the front, while Lilith and Shia sat in the back.
Lilith turned slightly, eyeing her fiancé's side profile with a mischievous glint.
This time, it was just her and Shia.
She would take full advantage of this opportunity to further tame him.
By the end of this trip, he would no longer be the same Shia.
Did they think she wouldn't prepare any tricks?
As an action-oriented woman, for the sake of her future happiness—and for all those lovely girls—securing him was a must!
The climax approached—the villainess was about to fall completely.