Chapter 350: The Valkyrie with Zero Experience, Mary Sue's Sister is Just Too... (1)
Lilith's other beautiful leg stepped directly onto Shia's body.
Hearing his sharp intake of breath, the arrogance and disdain in Lilith's eyes deepened.
The black stockings massage felt pretty damn good, even if it was starting to cross into NSFW territory.
Seeing the pleasure on his face, her mood brightened.
As expected, her charm was still as overwhelming as ever.
Her soft, silky foot slowly slid upward, pressing onto Shia's thigh.
The feeling was warm and heavy, but just right, making it irresistibly comfortable.
Even though his body was honest, her words remained sharp.
"You enjoy your master's pampering this much, huh?"
Shia's face flushed a little, as if he was holding something back, even breaking into a sweat.
While Lilith was talking, a shadow flickered past the window.
But busy proving her charm, Lilith didn't notice.
Nor did she notice that the Shia she thought was submitting to her charm had a subtle, knowing smile on his lips.
When Lilith finally left, her legs were so weak she could barely stand.
A bright blush lit up her cheeks, her breathing still slightly ragged.
She'd worked hard to "teach" Shia a lesson.
In the end, it was Tia who had to support her as she walked away.
Even though she could barely stand, she still kept up her look of disdain.
"Did you remember the lesson I just taught you?"
Shia nodded, looking all "obedient."
Only then did Lilith seem satisfied, letting Tia help her leave.
After watching them disappear, Shia closed the door.
Just then, a chilly gust brushed past his back.
It was bone-deep cold, and a knowing smile flashed in Shia's eyes.
When he turned around, he was back to normal.
"Did I forget to close the balcony window?"
He mumbled, everything seeming perfectly normal.
Crossing the room, he closed the window.
But as he turned back, a tall figure stood by the wall, the backlight casting only a shadow.
Shia flinched, stepping back instinctively.
But he quickly adjusted to the light and saw the figure clearly.
Flaming red hair still blazed even in the dark night, and though she wore simple white loungewear, an intense chill radiated from her.
The ice-cold beauty leaned against the wall, idly playing with her nails.
Only when she sensed Shia's gaze did she lift her head and lock eyes with him.
Her beautiful eyes were icy, chilling to the bone.
Shia's expression slowly relaxed, though a hint of surprise lingered.
"Big Sis, what are you doing here?"
Fafner found no cracks on Shia's face. Even with her casual posture, she exuded danger.
Her tall figure and battlefield-forged aura made anyone facing her feel like they were being stared at by death itself.
Fafner studied the boy in front of her but couldn't sense any fear.
His surprise was fleeting, and he kept his composure.
Shia really hadn't expected to meet Fafner so soon.
Even though she was one of the key holders to unlock the ring, he hadn't planned to approach her yet.
He came back mainly to work on Lilith, with Sophia just being a bonus.
Yet now, Fafner had come knocking herself—an unexpected gain.
He'd sensed something off even during the black stockings massage.
Sure enough, once Lilith left, Fafner's "fox tail" was exposed.
Or maybe... she'd deliberately lured him.
But what did this Valkyrie want?
Fafner clearly wasn't here for romance. More like a threat.
As she stared at Shia, she seemed to weigh her options.
Fafner straightened up and stepped toward him, never looking away.
The pressure she gave off was overwhelming.
She came because the boy had crossed the line with her sister!
"I'm warning you. Stay away from my sister."
Her voice was crisp, but the words "my sister" were heavily stressed.
Her seductive face was frozen cold, and her gaze was merciless.
She was treating Shia as if he were beneath her notice.
Nothing like the respect and praise she'd shown earlier.
There was even a flicker of disgust in her eyes.
This was the real Fafner!
All that earlier politeness was just for Lilith's sake.
In her eyes, Shia wasn't even human. Just a tool to push her sister forward.
"Oh? Why?"
"She's not someone you can even dream of touching."
"But I'm her fiancé."
In an instant, Fafner's gaze turned lethal.
If looks could kill, Shia would've been skewered a hundred times over.
But they couldn't.
Fafner's killing intent intensified.
"Shia, remember your place!"
"You're just a pathetic stray they picked up."
"A worthless waste who can't even cultivate!"
"You think you deserve Lilith with that status?"
Her voice grew colder and harsher.
The air itself seemed to freeze, suffocating and heavy.
Here stood the true war goddess—Fafner in full.
Her eyes were bottomless seas of unfathomable emotion.
Anyone else would've collapsed under her pressure.
But Shia remained unfazed, utterly calm.
Not only was he unafraid, he even smirked.
He lowered his gaze, grinding his foot lightly against the floor.
"And?"
"No matter my background, I'm still Lilith's fiancé, aren't I?"
He looked up, eyes bright and sharp, clearly ready to clash.
Fafner's voice sharpened.
"You're defying orders?"
"Big Sis, I'm not one of your soldiers. 'Defying orders' isn't the right word."
The temperature around Fafner plunged.
She was pissed, and the consequences were serious.
Killing intent flooded out, thick enough to suffocate.
Had she been away from home too long, letting pests think they could challenge her?
Big mistake.
Fafner's gaze shifted to Shia's right arm.
In her mind, someone disrespecting her deserved death.
But this one still had some value.
Killing him now would mess up her plans.
So, she'd just break an arm.
Her red hair floated up, and a giant scythe's shadow began forming in the air.
Her icy face was full of murderous intent.
The death scythe grew solid, blood-red to the point of blackness, reeking of death.
Who knew how many souls were trapped within it.
Fafner said nothing. Her emotionless face only leaked out pure killing intent.
Her slender fingers gripped the scythe.
She was ready to strike.
Fast!
In an instant, the scythe's blade swooped toward Shia's shoulder.
Just an inch more and his arm would be ruined!
But at the critical moment, she froze.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her cold face showing rare emotion—shock.
And all because of Shia's calm words:
"Are you that jealous of her?"
His voice was gentle, neither loud nor soft.
Just a quiet question.
Fafner's hand on the scythe trembled, veins bulging.
She glanced away instinctively before forcing her gaze back onto him.
Shia smiled slightly, elegant and calm.
But to Fafner, it looked like mockery.
"You're jealous of Lilith, aren't you?"
"As her sister, you're jealous of her."
Fafner stared at Shia, disbelief in her eyes.
This nobody had pierced her deepest, ugliest secret.
She instinctively denied it.
"No, I'm not!"
After speaking, her gaze turned even frostier.
But reason returned, and she forced herself to calm down.
"She's my sister. Why would I be jealous?"
"I'm protecting her."
"You're the one corrupting her."
"Do you really think a few words can shake me?"
Shia lowered his gaze thoughtfully, then nodded.
"You're right."
Hearing that, Fafner's guard eased slightly.
But then Shia continued:
"You're not just jealous of Lilith."
"You're resentful."
"You resent everything."
He lifted his head, meeting her eyes.
"Am I right, Big Sis?"
In that instant, Fafner's eyes turned pitch black.
Her gaze was icy, bone-piercing.
She stared at Shia, the death scythe in her hand perfectly still.
She tried to drive his voice out of her mind.
But the deliberate emphasis on "Big Sis" was her deepest nightmare, dragging her into the abyss.