How could they forget the woman whose clothes had practically exploded off her during their first encounter?

During their last outing, Rong had already sensed something was up. So, Sistine showing up at their home wasn’t entirely unexpected, though it still made her wary.

Sistine took a deep breath, her delicate hands gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.

This was the first time she was meeting Shia’s “official girlfriends” since that incident.

Though she had mentally prepared herself for this moment, standing in front of them now made her nervous.

“This is Sistine-senpai. You already know her, so I don’t think she needs much introduction,” Shia said, his tone slightly hesitant, as if trying to brush past the awkwardness.

After he spoke, Sistine stepped forward with a polite smile, bowing deeply.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me!”

She bent her waist at a perfect ninety-degree angle, exuding sincerity.

Shia couldn’t help but internally groan at the sight.

The scene before him was like one of those dramatic soap operas, where the mistress came to the main wife, groveling after already taking liberties.

This wasn’t the Sistine he had in mind. Was she secretly this cunning?

'Sword Saintess vs. Elf Princess + Succubus Princess.'

A showdown of the century.

Shia’s heart was racing—not out of excitement, but out of fear.

Though he wasn’t officially tied to anyone, the private dynamics with these girls made them all, for better or worse, his girlfriends.

While the game lacked any tragic endings, reality was a completely different story.

However, the tension he expected didn’t materialize.

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Rong and Nia exchanged glances before turning to Sistine with warm smiles.

“Welcome. If there’s anything you’re not used to, just let us know.”

“We’re all easy to get along with!”

They each grabbed one of Sistine’s hands and led her inside, seating her comfortably on the sofa.

Rong poured her a cup of tea.

“This is Shia’s favorite tea. I hope you like it too.”

Sistine blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by their hospitality and friendliness.

Still, she politely accepted the tea with both hands, her lips parting slightly in thanks.

Nia, meanwhile, enthusiastically offered to help her settle in.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?”

“Do you prefer being closer to everyone or having more privacy?”

“The first floor is lively and convenient. The second floor has us three, so it’s great for hanging out. The third floor is spacious, but it’s a bit further away.”

Nia listed the options cheerfully, her demeanor innocent and welcoming.

The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious, devoid of rivalry or drama.

No hostile glares, no jealousy-fueled bickering.

In the end, Nia concluded with a bright smile.

“Other than the rooms we’re using, you can pick whichever one you like!”

Rong, seated on a smaller sofa, observed Sistine curiously.

“When do you plan to move in? Do you need help?”

The two girls, their faces brimming with innocence, stared at Sistine like a pair of curious kittens, their acceptance of her seamless.

They even bypassed Shia entirely, taking charge of the situation and planning everything for her.

Just like that, the true “master” of the villa—Shia—was relegated to the sidelines.

Shia finally sat down on the sofa, rubbing his temples.

“Well… I guess everything they said is right.”

Even Sistine was a bit stunned.

She closed her slightly parted lips, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

As the latecomer who had already "crossed the line," she expected hostility or cold attitudes.

She’d mentally prepared herself to face criticism, believing she deserved it.

But faced with their warmth and generosity, she felt utterly overwhelmed.

“There’s no need to trouble yourselves. I don’t want to impose,” she said softly, trying to maintain her composure.

“We’re all family now, so there’s no need to be shy~!”

Rong smiled warmly, her voice gentle yet authoritative.

She knew her role well: managing this household and keeping everything running smoothly for Shia’s sake.

Her relaxed attitude toward Sistine wasn’t just out of kindness. Her true concern lay elsewhere—the Headmistress.

In Rong’s eyes, compared to that seductive and scheming woman, anyone else was insignificant.

She was willing to unite every potential ally to fend off their real threat.

Nia, on the other hand, lacked any such strategic thoughts.

To her, the more people there were, the merrier it would be.

Having lived a solitary and cold life before, she cherished the newfound warmth of this makeshift family and wanted it to last as long as possible.

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With the storm settled, Shia’s communicator buzzed. It was a message from Lilith, asking to meet him.

Lilith had been planning this meeting for some time.

When she heard the knock at the door, she adjusted her posture, angling her head just enough to highlight her most flattering profile.

When Shia entered, he was greeted by an adorable yet annoyed blonde, her pout practically radiating displeasure.

Lilith cast him a cold glance before turning away, making no effort to hide her sulking.

Her expression might as well have read, I’m mad. Come and cheer me up.

Shia couldn’t help but smile.

Despite her fiery temper, Lilith’s charm was undeniable. Her childish jealousy only made her more endearing.

Approaching her slowly, Shia leaned in with a teasing smile.

“What’s the matter?”

Lilith huffed, her pout deepening.

“You know exactly why!”

Her voice was a mix of grievance and irritation.

“You’ve been out flirting with other girls, and now they’re all coming to me. How can I not be mad!?”

Her accusation was accompanied by a sharp, reproachful glare, painting her as the classic jealous fiancée.

Shia sighed.

“Now that’s unfair. I’ve never accepted any of their advances. Besides, they all know you’re my fiancée.”

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