Chapter 351: The Valkyrie with Zero Experience, Mary Sue's Sister is Just Too... (2)
Fafner hadn't always been this cold.
Though not born of the bloodline, though naturally a bit aloof, she was still the daughter of the Guen family head, a noble identity.
She never thought she lacked anything.
Her father was strict, but her mother was loving, and the maids treated her with respect and affection.
She thought she would live like that forever, working hard to become excellent, repaying her adoptive parents, and supporting the Guen family.
But everything changed when that baby was born.
At first, she had been happy to hear she'd have a new sibling.
While Sophia was pregnant, she'd vowed to be a good elder sister.
Though the household atmosphere grew subtly different, she didn't notice.
Until the moment Lilith was born, and everything completely changed.
For the first time, she saw her stern father smile brilliantly.
Everyone bustled about, pouring all their care onto the newborn.
The warmth she once knew vanished.
She had prepared a gift for her sister, but was ignored.
Even the maid who used to take care of her hurriedly told her to sleep early and ran off to tend to the baby.
It was then Fafner truly understood the meaning of blood ties, of preference.
Lilith was the "blood," and she—she was the outsider.
Even though Lilith could only cry and sleep, she was more loved.
Mother pointed to the swaddled girl and said,
"This is your sister, Lilith. You must protect her."
"She's still little, so you have to let her have her way, understand?"
She didn't understand.
All Fafner knew was that ever since Lilith's arrival, Mother spent less and less time with her.
She was unhappy, but everyone told her to understand.
She even overheard the maids whispering:
"Miss Lilith is the real daughter of the family head and madam. Of course she will inherit the Guen family."
"Miss Lilith is so cute, so beautiful, and has such a good temperament."
And her?
Forgotten.
Watching her beloved sister grow up under everyone's adoration, Fafner unknowingly grew jealous.
Darkness gradually shrouded the cold little girl, unnoticed by anyone.
Even she herself didn't want to admit it.
Or maybe she knew but chose to ignore it.
She remained the Guen family's outstanding eldest daughter, a genius.
As a teenager, she was already a brilliant commander on the battlefield.
Enemies feared her, soldiers worshipped her.
Even at home, people looked at her with awe.
Someone as excellent as she was—how could she be jealous?
Suddenly, alarms rang in Fafner's mind.
Her beautiful eyes regained clarity, cold as ever.
But the death scythe in her hand shifted slightly, now pointed at Shia's throat.
Her killing intent was completely unrestrained.
Returning to her cold, emotionless posture.
"Who gave you the right to spout nonsense before me?"
Her voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air.
Shia felt the deadly threat looming but didn't flinch.
He even smiled brilliantly.
He looked her straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear.
Strong emotions meant his words had struck home.
Denial or not, there was a reaction.
Though he had no mana, Fafner felt an odd sinking in her chest under his gaze.
The killing intent swelled.
She didn't know if his words were guesses or if he knew something.
Either way, her slip-up had likely been seen.
She burned with humiliation and rage, ready to kill.
But Shia took a step forward.
The scythe brushed his neck and cut only air.
Despite the mortal danger, Shia acted as if nothing happened.
Fafner's mind was shaken, and she instinctively retreated.
Until her back hit the wall.
The death scythe dissolved into mist and vanished.
Trying to hide her panic, she snapped coldly,
"Shia, what do you think you're doing!?"
But with her inexperience in dealing with men, that outburst completely handed over control.
Including herself.
"Thud!"
Shia placed a hand against the wall, trapping her within his arms.
Their bodies were almost touching, her luscious curves nearly brushing against him.
Facing the sudden dominance of the boy, Fafner froze.
Looking at his handsome face so close, her heart raced.
The crimson queen of the battlefield was now pinned against a wall by her sister's childhood sweetheart.
Even her mouth felt dry.
The power dynamic had completely flipped.
Fafner didn't know why she was so suppressed.
He was a useless trash who couldn't even cultivate!
Yet she couldn't move.
Barely even dared to breathe.
But Shia wasn't about to stop.
He never knew the meaning of restraint.
Fafner's pupils shrank as his face zoomed closer.
Was he really going to—
The moment his lips pressed against hers—soft but forceful—she had her answer.
He—he kissed her!?
How dare he!
How could he!?
Yet it happened.
Shia kept his eyes open as he kissed her, crazy and daring.
Lilith's fiancé, kissing her proud, untouchable sister?
A dream crashing into reality.
His breath was hot, slightly damp.
Fafner's beautiful eyes widened.
Then fury and shame flooded her chest.
She gathered mana in her palm, ready to retaliate.
A single hit would cripple him.
But Shia pulled back slightly.
His voice was low and hoarse, brushing against her lips.
"I have a way to help you realize your dream."
Fafner's dream?
Different circumstances would bring different answers.
But right now, there was only one.
His words struck her deepest desire.
She thought of all the cold neglect, all the bitterness.
Though her eyes remained open, she no longer saw the scene before her.
For a moment, she forgot to resist.
Shia was very satisfied with her reaction.
He chuckled silently and leaned in again.
There are many ways to bare one's soul.
Facing one's true heart, boldly stripping away defenses, or this—
The tall, icy beauty pinned against the wall, smothered by the boy's overpowering presence.
Her big breasts flattened against him, making breathing difficult.
Her eyes glazed over, as if staring into another world.
Shia savored her sweet taste, a striking contrast to her frosty beauty.
Fafner felt herself drowning, the world blurring into chaos.
Only his words kept echoing in her mind.
"I have a way to help you realize your dream."
Dreams...
The night deepened.
The light in Shia's room was still on, but no one was visible through the window.
Behind the little balcony where the light couldn't reach, the temperature kept rising.
The heat seemed ready to melt even an iceberg.
Meanwhile, in another room, Lilith remained blissfully unaware.
She soaked in the bath, humming happily as Tia attended her.
The warm water relaxed her body, every pore stretching open.
Black stockings lay carelessly on the bathroom floor, still bearing traces of dirt.
Tia glanced at them, her eyes showing a flicker of disdain—or maybe excitement.
Lilith believed she had Shia fully in her grasp, dreaming of a bright future.
She envisioned growing closer to her sister, with Shia's help.
One day, when the time was right...
Thinking of it made Lilith laugh out loud.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled.
"Miss, you seem very happy," Tia said coolly with a hint of amusement.
"Of course! I'm about to get everything I want," Lilith replied lazily.
She blew a handful of bubbles into the air, watching them scatter.
But she had no idea.
The two people she longed for were currently—
Elsewhere.
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In the master bedroom, a voluptuous, mature beauty lounged on a chaise.
Her glistening black stockings stretched tight over her plump thighs, radiating a mature scent.
Her heavy breasts rested against the couch, pushed together in deep cleavage.
Her slender, jade-like fingers—polished with blood-red tips—were relaxed.
Kneeling before her was a middle-aged man in brocade robes, face full of submission.
He carefully polished her open-toed heels, savoring the scent of leather and Sophia's perfume.
Normally, Horace would have enjoyed such a reward.
Today, he felt uneasy.
Sneaking glances at Sophia's content face, he finally couldn't help but protest quietly.
"Madam, aren't you being too nice to that Shia boy lately?"
"He's Lilith's fiancé. They're already grown up."
"Showing care is good, but if you go too far, people might misunderstand."
"I think—"
But!