Chapter 348: Sister Showdown? Sophia Refuses to Lose – A Family United in Chaos (1)
There were two of her family members right here—how could Shia possibly refuse?
Of course he agreed.
And very quickly, too.
Fafner thought her plan had worked. Her eyes swept toward Lilith. Even though Lilith was watching her closely, she didn't catch the deeper meaning behind her actions.
The upcoming lessons were going to be very exciting.
Since she said she'd teach personally, the three of them changed locations.
Fafner held a hair tie between her lips, gathered her long hair, and within moments, tied it into a crisp high ponytail.
Tall, cold, commanding—with that sleek ponytail, her presence became even more overpowering.
Her icy beauty was emphasized in full.
Her long legs were hugged by tight-fitting pants, showing off every graceful line.
Shia had to tilt his head slightly to look up… straight at her massive boobs.
The pressure? Immense.
But Fafner remained gentle with Shia.
"Body training requires external tempering, but also awakening your bloodline and strengthening your internal energy."
Her cool breath fell by his ear. Her voice was cold and detached, but the words themselves were gentle.
Shia felt her long, slender fingers glide across his body.
From his neck, along his Adam's apple, down his chest.
Her fingertips pressed in lightly—drawing his full attention.
Behind him, her soft yet cool body pressed against his back. It was warm… and very intense.
A nearly maddening sensation.
"Yes, just like that."
Fafner lowered her eyes, satisfied.
She liked Shia's reactions—and his cooperation.
The two of them were practically pressed together as she used her body and hands to adjust his every move.
Once she was certain he had the right posture, she touched his wrist.
"Sink your breath, follow your meridians, and channel the energy into your hands."
With two fingers, she traced from his wrist upward, all the way to his lower abdomen—then tapped lightly.
"Here."
Shia almost lost it.
But he endured and followed her instructions.
One cold, one warm. One teaching, one practicing.
They looked perfect together.
Fafner didn't bother to check Lilith's expression.
All she cared about was giving Shia this up-close and personal lesson—in front of his fiancée, no less.
Just enough. No more.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
This wasn't her first time playing this game.
She was serious about teaching. For someone who couldn't cultivate, barbarian body-forging techniques were a rare alternative.
So yes, it looked like she was being nice to Shia.
But in reality?
It was just another way to drive a wedge between childhood sweethearts.
'Sister, watching your fiancé get this close to me—aren't you just a little jealous?'
Fafner grinned inwardly.
"Yes, that's perfect. Very smart."
Her voice was cold, but the praise never stopped.
This was the kind of scene Lilith would never dare to dream of.
Fafner acted like she and Shia were the real couple.
She didn't care if Shia and Lilith argued.
In fact, she wanted them to.
If they weren't fighting, she'd just manufacture a reason.
This physical teaching session? Just another tool to create friction.
What girl could stand seeing her fiancé get this close to another woman?
And that woman just happened to be her beloved sister.
A simple move, but devastatingly effective.
In the past, Lilith would've exploded with jealousy.
Though her target of frustration was usually Shia—not Fafner.
Which, to Fafner, was still a win.
As long as their relationship took a hit, she was satisfied.
Her evil little pleasures weren't for normal minds to grasp.
But things were different now.
Lilith still talked big, still liked to think she was in charge.
But in truth, she was already half-domesticated.
She'd even started helping Shia win over other girls—just so she could seduce them later herself.
Same plan, new girl.
This time it was Fafner.
Lilith fully supported Shia winning her over—then she'd add Fafner to her collection.
The usual strategy. She was already a pro.
Without realizing how far she'd fallen, Lilith handled it all with ease.
So when it came to Fafner's expectations—anger, jealousy, outrage?
Lilith had none of it.
Well, maybe a little.
She had gotten used to obeying Shia.
Used to being around him like this.
Used to suppressing her emotions.
No jealousy at all? That'd be fake.
But what could she do?
Just hold it in.
Shia, facing Fafner's open invitation, didn't hesitate.
In fact, he was eager—hungry to learn, full of curiosity.
Physical contact during instruction? Absolutely necessary.
Close-up lessons? He accepted it all.
Was he worried about Lilith's reaction? Not at all.
If it backfired, they could hurt each other together.
'Oh, you wanted to break me and your sister up? Go ahead. I'm still the only one benefitting.'
Meanwhile...
The three of them went to the training hall, leaving one person behind.
The entire dining room was empty.
Sophia still sat elegantly, a soft, regal presence.
She didn't need to do anything. Just sitting there made her a masterpiece.
She admired the view outside the wide window. The sunrise had faded from red to soft gold, sunlight bathing the courtyard.
It was beautiful.
Once the sounds of voices disappeared, she finally turned to glance at the seat Shia had occupied.
Her irritation simmered.
They had just taken him away—without even acknowledging her.
She conveniently forgot Fafner had invited her along.
All she felt now was: 'My pet was taken by other women.'
And she didn't like it.
A possessive, dominant woman—she didn't share what was hers.
Especially not people.
He was her pet. He belonged to her.
Even if her daughters were the ones who took him—it didn't matter.
She was still interested in him.
Even if they wanted him, they'd have to wait until she was done playing.
Sophia had no sense of being "too late."
Even if Lilith had known him forever, even if they were engaged.
So what?
He liked her first.
He was her pet.
How dare those brats try to steal him?
She wasn't done with him yet.
If he were just a toy, she'd get bored quickly.
But Shia was different.
His value intrigued her.
The joy of stealing him from Lilith was secondary.
His usefulness was primary.
The first batch of Godseer sold out instantly.
And she hadn't expected the fame of "Master Shia's new brew" to explode like this.
Godseer now sold for over 100 gold on the black market.
And word had spread that the Guen family held the recipe.
Even before the second batch finished brewing, merchants were begging to partner up.
Their offers? Outrageously generous.
Some even proposed an 80-20 profit split—with 80% going to the Guen family!
Sophia recalled one wine merchant's words:
"This is Master Shia's exclusive work. A monopoly. We can name any price we want."
Her eyes narrowed. Her interest in Shia grew.
He really was a treasure.
In the wine world, Shia was a gold mine.
And that gold mine adored her.
Just thinking about it filled her with delight.
It wasn't just about power or money.
It was about her charm.
And now she wanted to use that charm to make him hers—body and soul.
She made the decision easily.
But for the Guen family? It would cost them dearly.