Chapter 79: The Tribulations of the Silver Moon Princess, Senpai is Right Outside, Please Stop! (3)
The Tribulations of the Silver Moon Princess had officially begun!
Violet was beside herself, overwheld by tension and sha. Though there was no crowd of students this ti, they were still in a public space. What if soone walked in?
It was her first ti being touched by a man—and an annoying one at that.
She clenched her teeth, nerves fraying as she worried about the imminent return of students or teachers.
Shia noticed her reddening face and increasingly watery gaze. He smiled kindly, yet with a hint of mischief.
This was straight out of the playbook for dealing with stubborn characters in gas.
Having found her weak spot, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass without driving his point ho. How else would she learn?
Violet bit her lip, her eyes filled with a trace of bewildernt. Her body stiffened from the tension, making her unable to move.
To Shia, her stockings were impressively smooth and soft to the touch. The more she feared sothing, the more it seed to happen.
Just as Violet was teetering on the edge of breaking, soone unexpected arrived.
Through the window, Lilith spotted Violet, looking unusually flustered but still composed. Her face seed slightly flushed.
Lilith’s eyes lit up, and she quickly walked over.
“Ah, there you are, Violet! I’ve been looking for you,” she called cheerfully.
Violet turned her head slightly, a strand of her silver hair falling across her cheek. Unlike her usual dignified deanor, this made her appear softer, more alluring.
“Violet, I’ve given it so thought. It’s better to resolve conflicts than to escalate them.
“Why don’t you and Shia both take a step back? For my sake, perhaps?
“I promise to keep him in check, make sure he acts more gentlemanly toward you in the future.
“Don’t take his bluntness to heart. Let bygones be bygones. We’re all classmates and should strive to be good friends.”
Lilith’s tone carried a sense of authority and maturity as she earnestly tried to diate the tension between Shia and Violet.
As for the sweet, reassuring words she’d once whispered to Violet?
Those were ant to comfort her when emotions were high. Now that Violet was calr, it was ti for rational discussion and resolution.
Lilith felt the timing was perfect. With the classroom empty, it was an ideal setting for a heart-to-heart with Violet.
Of course, her intentions weren’t entirely selfless. She genuinely wanted both her fiancé and her cherished junior to coexist harmoniously.
“Is that so?” Violet’s voice was so soft that Lilith had to lean in closer to hear.
“Violet, why don’t you open the door so we can talk properly?”
Violet’s dazed expression lingered for a mont before she fully registered Lilith’s words. Shaking her head, her ticulously grood silver hair loosened slightly.
“It’s fine, Lilith,” she replied, her voice steady but distracted. Her deanor, however, seed slightly off.
Only her flushed face peeked out from behind the door, giving Lilith the impression that sothing wasn’t quite right.
“Are you okay, Violet?” Lilith tilted her head, concern evident in her expression.
Violet finally t her gaze, though her eyes appeared unfocused. Determined to preserve her dignity, she refused to let Lilith inside.
“I’m fine, Lilith. Please… ah!”
Lilith’s ears perked up, her curiosity growing.
She stepped a bit closer.
“What’s wrong, Violet?”
“Stay back!” Violet’s breathing quickened, her face growing even redder. Her sudden outburst made Lilith pause, though it only deepened her curiosity.
“Let’s discuss this later,” Violet finally managed, her voice trembling as she forced out a long sentence with multiple pauses. Yet her efforts couldn’t fully suppress the occasional gasps slipping through.
Lilith’s confusion only grew. What was happening on the other side of the door?
Had Violet encountered so sort of problem?
Still, the sound of her soft, breathy voice lingered in Lilith’s mind. It was surprisingly pleasant.
She couldn’t help but wonder—in a private setting, how much more enchanting would Violet’s voice beco?
Lost in her imagination, Lilith began envisioning scenarios involving herself and Violet, each more extravagant than the last. Her thoughts spiraled into fantasies far too indecent to articulate.
anwhile, beyond Lilith’s sight, her dear fiancé was diligently "helping" Violet with a therapeutic foot massage.
Leaning close to her ear, Shia’s warm breath tickled as he whispered softly.
“Violet, I think Lilith’s advice is spot on. Conflicts should be resolved, not prolonged. Look, I’m even being helpful here. Let bygones be bygones, alright?”
Violet’s heart sank. Why did these situations keep happening to her?
First, it was the freshman sparring match, where this infuriating guy had recorded and blackmailed her. Then, he cornered her during class. And now, this!
On prior occasions, the presence of onlookers had kept her resentnt bottled up. But this ti… why did Lilith have to pick this exact mont to talk?
She wanted Lilith to leave imdiately. Otherwise, if she let out any sound she couldn’t suppress, it would be utterly humiliating.
As a proud princess, she couldn’t let that happen.
But Lilith, persistent as ever, clung to her role like glue, refusing to budge. Her endless attempts to converse only heightened Violet’s tension.
The more anxious she grew, the more sensitive her body beca.
Every sensation from Shia’s ministrations on her delicate foot grew sharper.
Inwardly, Violet wailed. These two were truly a matched pair in tornting her!
In that mont, all of Violet’s suppressed frustration and anger surged toward Lilith.
Her goodwill toward the sunny upperclassman plumted to zero—matching the deep-seated dislike she felt for Shia.
Now, instead of Shia pushing Violet into Lilith’s arms, she loathed them both equally.
What could this be called?
A synchronized duet of chaos!
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