But she pressed on.

“Please, help me. Won’t you?”

“Only you can help me right now.”

Watching this usually cold and aloof princess soften and practically melt before him, Shia felt a surge of satisfaction.

There was something thrilling about seeing the icy Silvermoon princess turn docile, even a little submissive.

Shia had only intended to tease her a little, but his silence seemed to give Violet the wrong impression.

Perhaps he had underestimated the depths of her determination.

For her homeland, Violet, while still somewhat naive, had an unshakable resolve to save her kingdom.

Seeing Shia remain unyielding, Violet bit her lip, an idea forming rapidly in her mind.

After only a moment’s hesitation, she made her decision.

It seemed her contingency plan would have to come into play.

“This afternoon, here in this classroom. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Leaning close, she whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

Her faint fragrance carried a hint of something ethereal, like the scent of moonlight itself.

Her voice grew even softer.

“At that time, I’ll show you my most sincere intentions.”

With that, she stepped back and left without looking at Shia again.

Even as she walked away, the tips of her petite, alabaster ears remained flushed with a delicate pink hue.

Shia couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

'What is she up to?'

---

That afternoon, the sun hung high in the sky, its warm rays casting dappled patterns through the leaves and onto the walls.

Shia arrived at the agreed location—a classroom—only to find it empty.

As he began to wonder what Violet was planning, the sound of the door closing caught his attention.

Turning around, he was greeted by an unexpected sight.

Violet stood there, dressed in a black-silk school uniform that was vastly different from her usual attire.

Her silver hair was tucked neatly behind her ears, and her shimmering silver eyes darted away nervously.

Her snow-white skin bore a faint blush, a healthy rosiness that added an unusual charm.

The black stockings clinging to her slender legs added a hint of sultriness, a far cry from her usual demeanor.

The perfectly tailored uniform hugged her tall and graceful figure, giving the once-innocent attire a subtle but undeniable allure.

Shia couldn’t help but let his gaze travel down her form, inch by inch.

And, well… she looked incredible.

Violet, sensing his gaze, grew increasingly flustered. Her heart pounded as if it might burst from her chest.

Unable to help herself, she tugged at the hem of her skirt.

It wasn’t that the skirt was too short; it was simply that her long, shapely legs made it 'feel' that way.

Shia’s eyes finally settled on her face, a bemused expression crossing his own.

'Huh, she’s really grown up.'

This outfit, paired with this setting—a sacred, scholarly classroom—was undeniably impactful.

Though it was the lunch break, the hallway outside was still bustling with activity.

Students carrying books, extroverts chatting loudly about their social lives, and playful groups laughing rambunctiously passed by.

The sounds would grow near, then fade away, sometimes separated by only the thin classroom door.

Violet’s nerves were stretched taut. Sweat gathered in her palms, heightening her unease.

The atmosphere was so intense it felt surreal.

'But what exactly is she planning with all this drama?'

Shia remained thoroughly baffled.

“What do you want me here for?” he asked, his confusion evident.

His genuine curiosity only made Violet’s cheeks flush deeper.

Her hands fidgeted behind her back as she struggled to meet his gaze.

Her eyes carried a mix of frustration, embarrassment, and… a hint of coyness.

“Ugh!”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

Her face burned as she looked down briefly, only to lift her gaze back toward him.

“You’ve already pushed me this far. Stop pretending to be some noble gentleman!”

Shia blinked, stunned.

'Huh? What did I do to push her?'

Violet let go of her fidgeting hands, instead clutching the edges of her skirt, which swayed precariously with every movement.

Turning her head to the side, she bit her lip, her silvery lashes fluttering slightly as she cast him a complicated glance.

Her expression and posture spoke volumes without her saying another word.

Shia finally caught on, though it only left him more bewildered.

'I get what she’s implying, but… I didn’t mean for it to go this far!'

Violet silently cursed Shia in her heart.

'He’s the one who started this, yet now he’s playing innocent?'

'Does he think I 'want' to be put in this position?'

While Shia might have been an innocent bystander in this escalating situation, there was no denying the appeal of the stunningly dressed, shyly coquettish Violet before him.

'Well… if she’s offering herself up on a silver platter…'

He sighed inwardly.

It would almost be rude to refuse.

---

The afternoon sun spilled golden light into the quiet classroom.

The beautiful silver-haired princess, her gaze unfocused, leaned weakly against the chair and Shia’s shoulder.

Her lips trembled as if holding back some unspoken emotion.

Shia, entirely focused, indulged in the special “black-silk appreciation session” presented by the Silvermoon Princess herself.

The short skirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing the supple curves of her stocking-clad legs pressed tightly together.

The black stockings, unlike their white counterparts, had a silkier texture with just the right amount of elasticity.

Her long legs were slim yet carried the perfect balance of softness and firmness—legs that could captivate anyone.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter and shouting came from outside.

A loud thump struck the door, sounding as if someone might barge in at any moment.

The tension shot through the roof.

Violet’s entire body stiffened. Her hand instinctively reached for Shia’s, gripping it tightly—not to stop him but out of pure panic, seeking something to anchor herself.

When the noise finally subsided, Violet heard a soft chuckle near her ear.

Turning her head, she saw Shia’s amused smile.

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