What gives you the right to invite him to your house for private tutoring?

And you think you can send heart-shaped chocolates to my fiancé?

Infuriating!

You want to take my puppy away too?

Lilith was deeply irritated.

She might not treat Shia as a regular person, but her claim over him was non-negotiable.

Now that these upperclassmen had set their sights on Shia, it felt like a direct challenge to her.

Still, as the eldest daughter of the Guen family, she had to maintain her composure.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid that won’t work. We’ve been quite busy lately.”

Her exquisite face displayed a polite, apologetic smile as she gracefully turned everyone down.

The surrounding older girls looked disappointed, but they weren’t about to give up so easily.

The first wave of admirers dispersed, but there would surely be others forming new strategies. Some might even bypass Lilith altogether and use underhanded means to get to her puppy.

Watching the departing backs of the disheartened girls, Lilith silently resolved to take action.

This couldn’t go on. She had to come up with a plan!

As she suspected, the girls who surrounded her weren’t the only ones interested in Shia.

Elsewhere in the villa district, a figure reclined on a beach chair.

Her snow-white skin practically glowed, outshining the sunlight. A woven straw hat shaded her face, revealing only a delicate, pointed chin.

She was listening to a recording transmitted by a spiritual crane. The scene depicted the girls surrounding Lilith, trying to use her to approach Shia.

The chaotic audio dissipated into shimmering light once it finished playing.

Leaning on the chair with her slender arm, the straw hat slipped off, revealing a face as fair as porcelain.

Her eyes were like clear mountain streams, pure and serene.

Her rosy lips seemed to glimmer without any embellishment.

Bathed in sunlight, her figure exuded an aura of holiness and flawlessness.

She parted her lips, her voice ethereal and detached.

“It seems that my dear friend’s crush… is quite popular.”

A smile slowly spread across her lips.

Stretching her long, elegant legs, she slid off the chair.

Her supple waist bent gracefully as her chest pressed lightly against her thighs.

With a delicate hand, she picked up a white stocking and began pulling it up her soft, smooth foot.

As the elastic fabric hugged her legs, her already pristine beauty seemed to radiate an even holier aura.

Her waist straightened, and the curves of her chest became less pronounced, contained within her composed posture.

Even in the simple act of putting on stockings, her movements were so elegant that her entire being seemed to glow.

It was impossible to harbor any impure thoughts about her.

This was Sistine’s close friend—the very person Sistine had approached for help earlier.

As she finished donning one stocking, her curious and playful gaze sparkled.

What kind of boy could captivate her dear friend so completely?

She recalled how Sistine had come to her, shy and gentle, her face flushed with admiration and longing.

She knew her friend’s personality well. Sistine was typically distant from the opposite sex, her cold demeanor effectively warding off most suitors. Though she was a kind-hearted fool at her core, her aloof exterior made her seem untouchable.

For someone to move Sistine’s heart and prompt her to seek advice was no small feat.

Her curiosity deepened after overhearing such an amusing situation.

What if she snatched him away? Would that silly girl, Sistine, cry her eyes out?

The thought made her smile even more.

She bent down, gracefully slipping on the other stocking.

When she stood, her aura of purity and sanctity seemed more radiant than the sunlight itself.

Her mere presence inspired reverence, as if she were a divine being.

But the playful smirk on her lips betrayed her pristine facade, hinting at a darker, chilling mischief.

This contradictory aura blended seamlessly within her.

Meanwhile, what was Sistine—the Sword Saintess—doing?

She stood stiffly at the counter of a store, instinctively wanting to flee.

Across from her was a male clerk, smiling patiently as he asked for the third time, “Miss, is there something I can help you with?”

Despite her beauty, the golden-haired, blindfolded woman exuded an icy air of rejection that made the clerk hesitant to press further.

Sistine’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched slightly. After a dozen mental pep talks, she finally pointed at the shelf behind the clerk.

“How much is that?”

Her voice, clear and cold like a breeze from a snowy mountain, carried a natural chill.

The clerk followed her gesture and retrieved a jar of malt candy.

“This? It’s three gold coins. Will you pay by card or in cash?”

Sistine’s breathing quickened as she nodded, then added a quiet “Yes.”

She fumbled for three coins, placed them on the counter, grabbed the jar, and swiftly turned to leave.

Her movements were elegant, but her speed betrayed her anxiousness.

Only after exiting the store did her tense body begin to relax. A faint smile graced her face.

Crossing the road, she approached Shia, her heart brimming with pride.

For her, this simple act of shopping was a significant milestone.

Her aversion to men, once insurmountable, had begun to wane.

Clutching the jar of candy tightly, Sistine gazed at Shia’s waiting figure in the distance, her resolve unwavering as she walked toward him.

Once she placed her "spoils of war" into Shia's hands, the smile on Sistine's lips deepened.

“Here, I bought this for you!”

If she had a tail, it would surely be wagging like a propeller right now.

Shia looked at the jar of candy in his hands and gave a warm smile.

“Not bad, you did great!”

He opened the jar, picked out a piece of candy, and gently fed it to Sistine.

“I knew it—our Sistine is the best!”

Sistine’s smile grew even brighter, a silly, innocent grin spreading across her face.

So happy!

The more time Shia spent with this senior, the more his impression of her shifted from the aloof figure he knew in the game to someone full of life and warmth.

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