Chapter 78: The Tribulations of the Silver Moon Princess, Senpai is Right Outside, Please Stop! (2)
Her confidence soared as she imagined using the girl to threaten Shia, forcing him to submit to her whims and bow to her will—kneeling at her feet in her pristine, white stockings.
With her plan firmly in mind, Violet turned back to her desk, ready to attend class with renewed purpose. She was convinced she had discovered the key to controlling Shia and was determined to see her vision through.
Once class ended and the students dispersed, Rong, having been on edge the entire ti, quickly rushed out for a bathroom break.
anwhile, Violet approached Shia, slipping into the seat beside him and trapping him in place with a sly grin.
Considering Rong's social anxiety, Shia had chosen a more secluded seat, far from both the front and back doors.
At that mont, Violet elegantly sat down in that very spot, effectively blocking Shia's path.
“Shia, let’s negotiate properly, shall we?”
Shia had no interest.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Violet by the arm, lifted her out of the way, and continued walking.
Violet, clearly annoyed, quickly caught up and finally managed to corner Shia by the doorway.
She shut the door, leaning against it, her sharp gaze fixed on Shia.
Violet had thought this through. She didn’t plan to make things hard for the unremarkable girl. She might even offer her so protection among the other students.
In return, all she wanted was to reclaim her own honor and force Shia to concede before her.
But what ca out of her mouth sounded more like a threat.
“You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to your little friend, would you, Shia?”
Her tone was mocking as she swept her gaze over him, her silver hair gleaming under the light. A faint smirk curled her lips, exuding an air of dominance.
To Violet, intimidating a plain girl was a trivial matter. After all, she was the revered Princess of the Silver Moon. Could sothing so simple even pose a challenge?
The high-and-mighty princess now presented these terms to Shia with full confidence. Her arrogance was palpable, as though victory was already in her grasp.
Shia stared at the obstinate princess blocking his way, utterly speechless.
Negotiate? She called this negotiation?
Why was she always so insufferably arrogant?
Answer: She hadn’t been properly put in her place yet.
“Princess, it seems you’re not very skilled at social interactions,” Shia comnted dryly, his voice carrying a hint of danger.
His expression remained calm, betraying no hint of anger.
As a result, Violet failed to notice the impending storm.
“I am not!” Violet snapped defensively, not even pausing to think.
She was the Princess of the Silver Moon, excelling in every field. Social skills? Sothing so trivial? How could she possibly lack proficiency?
She raised her chin proudly, exuding self-assurance.
“Stop changing the subject. Just give your answer already,” she demanded, clearly expecting Shia to kneel and submit to her.
Hmph. She’d already figured out his weak point. What good would changing the subject do? If he cooperated quickly, she might even consider going easy on that unremarkable girl.
Her long, slender legs, clad in pristine white stockings, exuded an air of nobility and cold allure.
Shia, however, found her antics tireso. Despite her previous failures, she still hadn’t learned her lesson.
He had no interest in pursuing this prickly princess, nor did he want any unnecessary entanglents with her.
If he could, he’d prefer for them to stay out of each other’s way entirely. But she kept coming back, brimming with confidence and disrupting his life. It was a waste of ti.
If this continued, she’d keep pestering him indefinitely. This was already the fourth ti she’d sought him out.
Shia truly didn’t want to deal with her.
Especially since she’d dragged others into it this ti.
If the socially anxious Rong had to face soone like this…
It would interfere with his progress in building rapport with her.
And interfering with his rapport-building ant delaying the unlocking of his ring.
Delaying the unlocking of his ring ant setting back his cultivation journey.
With the impending chaos just a year away, ti was a luxury he couldn’t afford to waste.
Thus…
BANG!
The classroom door slamd shut with a loud thud.
Violet took a startled step back, montarily stunned.
Shia’s presence lood over her, his breath enveloping her entire world. Even through his shirt, she could feel his body heat—a touch warr than hers.
His overpowering aura left her slightly dizzy.
Having never been treated this way before, Violet was utterly unprepared. She hadn’t even processed what was happening.
“Weren’t you asking for my answer?”
His voice ca from above, snapping her back to the present.
What answer?
Oh, right. She had cornered him to negotiate.
But what was happening now?
As Violet instinctively looked up, Shia leaned in, delivering his response in the most unexpected way.
He stole her first kiss.
His lips pressed against hers, firm yet unyielding.
Violet’s eyes widened in shock, her entire body freezing in place.
What… What was going on?
How had things turned out like this?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!
She had cornered him, ard with his weakness. He was supposed to panic, get angry, and eventually relent to her demands, right?
But…
One hand braced against the door, the other pinning her shoulder, Shia left no room for resistance.
In that mont, his thoughts drifted to the ga’s storyline.
There were many ways to tackle the route involving this haughty princess, but they all led to the sa conclusion.
Whether it was dethroning her as the top student or proving his strength in later confrontations, all paths involved clashing with her.
For Violet, these conflicts represented a loss of attention—attention she didn’t necessarily crave but which bolstered her influence over the Silver Moon Kingdom.
In other words, conflict was inevitable.
Without sufficient leverage, there was no way to capture this princess’s interest. But any attempts at interaction only strained their relationship further.
Ultimately, all of it benefited Lilith, his fiancée—the true mastermind.
The more he antagonized Violet, the more room it gave Lilith to play the role of peacemaker and protector, solidifying her position as the heroine.
So no matter what he did, he’d only be pushing this difficult princess into Lilith’s arms.
Given their opposing goals, their thods might align, but their ultimate objectives clashed.
Since Violet loved seeking outside help to gain the upper hand, their disputes only escalated further.
Faced with this, Shia decided to stop holding back.
If he was going to be cast as the villain, he might as well embrace the role fully.
Violet finally snapped out of her daze, anger bubbling up inside her.
This was supposed to be her mont to intimidate him! How had it turned into this?
She struggled to fight back. Though her wrists were pinned, she had other ans at her disposal.
—The infamous low blow.
Without hesitation, she struck.
But the next mont, her ankle was caught in Shia’s hand.
Indeed, her white-stocking-clad legs were as elegant and flexible as ever.
Her leg was raised high above her head in a perfect split, her skirt fanning out to reveal tantalizing glimpses of the lush scenery beneath.
Shia casually removed her boots.
"Why wear long boots in this sumr heat?" he mused. Even though she’d tried to harm him, he still considered her comfort.
Such a selfless classmate like him—a true model of virtue—was rare to find.
Through the sheer white of her stockings, her delicate feet were soft and supple, proving the reputation of "pristine white snow cream" well-de served.
Now, it was ti for Lesson Two of Princess Violet’s Education.
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