Unlike the lively atmosphere of the villa, Ella's little courtyard was much quieter.

Her long purple hair cascaded down casually, and her simple and loose dress hugged her figure lightly. Her long, shapely legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, crossed elegantly as she sat on a yoga mat. One hand rested on the white marble table, while the other held a cup of tea, savoring it slowly.

But she hadn’t taken a sip for a long while, instead lost in deep thought.

Ella was reflecting on her recent experiences.

From the moment Shia approached her requesting admission to the academy, to his recent plea for her assistance in investigating assassins—a request that resulted in the headmistress blocking his access.

The crisp sound of porcelain meeting marble snapped her out of her reverie.

Ella’s expression turned serious as she realized something—she had been letting that brat lead her by the nose all along!

Thinking back to the headmistress, Ella felt no resentment now, only gratitude.

If not for her intervention, Ella might have taken a long time to wake up.

She made up her mind: it was time for a change.

She would showcase her mature womanly charm and reclaim control of the situation!

In terms of experience and knowledge, she should never have been so easily suppressed.

Especially considering their natural dynamic.

Shia was a student, and she was his teacher.

It was only right for a teacher to educate her student.

A plan quickly formed in her mind.

Within moments, Ella had everything figured out.

She stood up and walked to the mirror, adjusting her long hair and neckline.

In the mirror, a dignified and elegant woman stared back, her eyes gleaming with resolve.

"Do you think you can control me so easily now?"

The corners of her lips curved slightly upward, exuding confidence.

"This me is no longer the me you can toy with."

"Address me as the advancing madam!"

Ella raised her chin slightly, her gaze growing more disdainful.

She could already envision Shia being completely dominated by her.

Confidence—it was her main weapon now.

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That day, Shia was summoned to the office again.

Ella wore a white blouse, leaving two buttons undone to reveal a hint of her fair skin. Her voluptuous breasts stretched the fabric tightly, radiating an overwhelming allure. Her black A-line skirt perfectly accentuated her slender waist and the curves of her luscious hips. Coupled with black silk stockings and heels, her purple hair swept entirely behind her back, she embodied a seductive yet authoritative look.

Shia noticed the change immediately. Today’s Ella, with her provocative teacher roleplay, was something else entirely.

In the office, the faint scratching sound of pen on paper echoed.

Not far from Ella's desk, a teacher was busy grading papers.

Elsewhere, a few other teachers were resting, scattered about.

Ella had deliberately chosen this time to ensure other teachers were around, guaranteeing Shia wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

"Shia, although the academy’s management is lenient, it doesn’t mean you can waste your time. You’ve been skipping classes a bit too often lately, haven’t you?" Ella’s voice was cold, magnetic, and sharp, her reprimand cutting without mercy.

She exuded the dignity of a teacher, appearing proper and stern.

A teacher grading papers glanced up, her gaze briefly falling on Shia’s back and Ella’s stern figure.

Ella was usually warm and composed; it was rare to see her scolding a student so harshly.

Curious, the teacher looked for a moment longer but soon lowered her head again, returning to her work.

She didn’t see what was happening in the blind spot behind the books stacked on Ella's desk. Beneath her seemingly dignified facade, Ella’s subtle movements were mesmerizing.

Shia’s gaze trailed from Ella’s face downward.

From the proud peaks of her chest to her slim waist, and finally settling on her plump legs wrapped in sheer black silk.

Her foot rested against his ankle, her toe pressing lightly but firmly, impossible to ignore.

Then, slowly but deliberately, her foot slid upward along his leg.

The thin layer of silk didn’t mask the warmth and softness of her foot. Shia could distinctly feel every nuance of its delicate shape.

The silky stockings added a slippery smoothness, their tightness enhancing the elasticity of her movements.

His eyes returned to Ella’s face, meeting her disdainful gaze.

She was doing this on purpose.

Deliberately provoking him in front of other teachers.

A young boy like him should be overwhelmed by her mature, commanding aura, right?

This was her first step in reclaiming control.

"Although you’re the top freshman, you can’t neglect your classes. Why did you even come to the Seven Shields Academy if you’re going to slack off? Complacency leads to failure; there’s still much you need to learn," Ella continued her reprimand.

Her gaze, however, grew increasingly scornful.

Little boy, do you feel the weight of a teacher’s authority now?

From now on, learn to respect and fear your teacher!

After all, a teacher has so much to teach.

She’d transformed into a domineering queen, her foot boldly climbing past his knee, pressing further upward without hesitation.

Other teachers saw only her stern scolding of a student, unaware of the provocative actions hidden below.

Ella had orchestrated this scenario perfectly.

She could already imagine Shia blushing, lowering his head in shame—a thought that thrilled her further.

However, at this moment, Shia remained expressionless.

Watching Ella grow increasingly daring, Shia couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

This woman really knew how to play the role of a seductive madam.

But for her to talk to him like this?

It seemed she’d grown a bit bold.

Shia was surprised by her behavior.

It appeared they hadn’t spent enough time together lately.

Her "submission meter" seemed to have dropped.

That wasn’t a good sign.

Her provocations now? Clearly overdue for some discipline.

She needed to be put in her place.

Her foot reached midway up his thigh, entering dangerous territory.

Ella, determined to reestablish her dominance, showed no intention of stopping.

But in the next moment, her silk-clad foot was firmly grasped.

Shia’s hand wrapped around it, the softness and elasticity of her foot against the silky fabric delightful to touch.

He gave it a gentle squeeze. The sensation was incredible.

Ella froze in shock!

Her pupils contracted slightly, and the words she’d prepared were caught in her throat.

She almost let out a startled gasp but managed to stifle it.

Instead, her gaze grew sharper.

She hadn’t expected Shia to be so bold, doing this in front of so many people.

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