Zaiyila stared at Elizabeth as if she were looking at a ghost. "Why... why are you asking such a question?" she countered.
Elizabeth blushed. "I was just asking casually, don't take seriously," she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Zaiyila sized her up until her gaze fell on Elizabeth's chest. "It's not that big, though," she mused, knitting her brows together. "Wait, if Eve doesn't prefer bigger breasts, does that an he can consider a smaller size? I need to hold my husband tightly; these won are dangerous," she thought, her eyes still locked onto Elizabeth's chest.
Elizabeth's face turned an even deeper shade of red when she noticed Zaiyila's gaze. "My breasts are quite small; do you think they would be to your brother's liking?" she inquired.
Zaiyila's jaw dropped, and she stared at her, a brief yet unnoticed flicker of killer intent flashing in her eyes before she looked away and focused on her books. "Forget about him. He's already married," she stated flatly.
"Ah, that's not cool," Elizabeth pouted imdiately. "How does his wife look? I want to imagine her." She wasn't willing to give up so easily. "Starting from her hair, what color is it?" She prepared her pencil and blank sheet.
"Black," Zaiyila answered casually.
"Mhm," Elizabeth humd, jotting it down. "The length? Long or short?"
"Long, waist-length."
"Okay. What about her complexion? Is she dark or fair?"
"Fair."
"Eyes colour?"
"Black "
"How deep is her collarbone?"
"Not deep."
"Her breast size?"
"Palm-sized, Mine is good example"
"Big tummy?"
"Flat, with a slim waist."
"Body shape?"
"Slim."
"Long legs?"
"Yeah."
"Nails and toes' color?"
"Baby pink."
"Natural or artificial?"
"Natural and long, smooth as well."
"Not bad. Big butt?"
"Nope."
"About what size?"
"Just normal."
"Okay, and lastly, her overall appearance?"
"Exceptionally beautiful."
"Mhm," Elizabeth muttered, staring at everything she had written down, her brows furrowing. "Just imagining her features like this, I think she seems kind of familiar," she murmured.
Zaiyila smiled in satisfaction, looking pleased. "No one told you that eyeing my man is a great taboo, huh?" she thought. Just as she was about to relax, Elizabeth's next question nearly choked her.
"Is she still a virgin?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Zaiyila almost choked and looked at Elizabeth in disbelief. "Why... why are you asking this?" she stamred.
"Well, it's just to confirm her importance to your brother, that's all," Elizabeth replied nonchalantly.
Zaiyila's eyes widened, and she beca imdiately intrigued. "What if she is still a virgin?"
"Simple. It ans your brother is just keeping her for so reason and not because he loves her," Elizabeth responded bluntly.
Zaiyila's heart pounded. "That can't be. She's very beautiful and soft; he wouldn't despise her," she murmured, furrowing her brows.
"Beauty isn't the issue here. The mont I saw your brother, I imdiately understood that he's not just so random lover boy. The fact that he has a beautiful woman beside him and hasn't touched her clearly ans he isn't interested in her or her body," Elizabeth remarked.
Zaiyila's heartbeat quickened, her mind spinning with thoughts of Everett. "What... what if he's just giving his wife pleasure? Like... with other ans?" she stamred.
Elizabeth's eyes widened, and she glanced around like a thief before leaning in closer. "We are science students so I'll be more frank, Aiyi baby, that's even more troubling. Pleasuring her without getting involved? He's clearly distancing himself, making it obvious for her to see. It's not easy for a complete man to please a woman without engaging himself. If that happens... mhm... maybe he finds the woman unworthy of him or... she's a bitch!" she whispered.
Zaiyila's heart raced, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Her chest felt heavy as she thought about Everett.
"So, Aiyi, please introduce to your brother. I'm very confident that he'll like since he isn't interested in his wife. They'll divorce soon anyway, so let be by his side already!" Elizabeth's eyes twinkled with excitent.
Zaiyila snapped back to reality and yanked her arm away from Elizabeth's grip, feeling a growing sense of unease and exhaustion. "Is that the logic?" she thought, glancing at Elizabeth, who was still staring at her expectantly.
"Stop dreaming, okay? He promised to never abandon his wife," she replied with newfound confidence.
Elizabeth sighed. "That doesn't change anything. If he doesn't divorce, then there will just be an additional woman in the house," she reasoned, her smile widening as she clung to Zaiyila's arm again. "How about making that additional woman ? I promise to always be obedient," she grinned beautifully.
Zaiyila took a deep breath. "The teacher is here," she announced, preparing her pen for class.
Elizabeth imdiately straightened up as a beautiful woman with a ponytail hairstyle and a dress similar to Miss Girlin's walked in.
"Everyone, settle down. We're resuming class now," she declared, her gaze settling on Zaiyila. "We have a new student," she observed, raising a brow in surprise and excitent.
"Hello, teacher. I'm Zaiyila, 19 years old, a fresher," she introduced herself.
The class gasped.
So she's already nineteen. No wonder Miss Girlin didn't reply when Sunny brought up age matter.
they all thought but dared not make a sound.
The woman smiled. "I'm Derica. Welco to the departnt. Please take your seat," she said warmly but was sweating coldly inside.
"Can soone explain to ! What's she doing here!" She exclaid inwardly.
"She's so nice," Zaiyila thought, while the rest of the class felt a chill run down their spines.
Who is this lady? First, Miss Girlin was the single demon protecting her, and now it's Miss Derica, the Exam Demontress? She may look warm, but behind that smile hides a great demon. And she seems to have taken a liking to her! Just what's going on? Who on earth is this Zaiyila?!
they wondered, but no one dared to speak, fearing Derica's wrath.
Derica's smile grew even warr. "If my—um, if Zaiyila needs anything in the future, you can co to . I will surely take care of you," she assured.
Zaiyila felt warmth spread through her chest, nodding eagerly. "Yes, teacher."
"Ehn?! Which teacher?! My Queen, please don't let the Serpent King take my head so soon!" she panicked internally but maintained her pleasant expression.
"Alright, let's begin," Derica announced, turning to the board.
"Aiyi baby, it seems like Miss Derica likes you too. Ah, even without revealing your full beauty, you're already too charming! I love my beautiful sister!" Elizabeth chuckled.
Zaiyila rolled her eyes. "You just cursed not long ago," she thought, choosing to ignore her.
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