Though the scene looked slightly absurd, Diana’s behavior was unmistakably coquettish.

Her soft, magnetic voice elongated at the end, tinged with a hint of a whine.

Anyone else would have been utterly captivated, nodding along in a daze.

But Shia’s response was anything but ordinary—he raised his hand and gave her a firm slap.

“Smack!”

The crisp sound echoed sharply in the silent forest.

“Principal, kindly maintain some decorum.”

A tingling sensation spread through Diana’s chest as she froze momentarily, her expression a mix of disbelief and astonishment.

She glanced down, watching as ripples spread across her ample figure.

Who slaps 'there' of all places?!

The atmosphere grew eerily quiet, laden with an awkward tension.

Diana lifted her gaze, her expression indescribable.

'You call this maintaining decorum? Who in their right mind slaps someone there for that reason?'

Shia’s audacity was beyond words.

Yet, instead of getting angry, Diana found herself more intrigued.

As the principal, she was accustomed to unquestioned authority. Students and teachers alike treated her with the utmost reverence.

This was the first time someone had dared to treat her so brazenly.

How bold!

Naturally, she decided to forgive him.

Diana’s reaction was exactly what Shia had anticipated.

For someone as unique and unpredictable as her, the conventional approach wouldn’t work.

“You’re honest, and honesty is a virtue. It deserves a reward,” Diana said with a serious expression that quickly turned sultry.

Her magnetic voice took on a lazy, teasing quality as she adjusted her posture, accentuating her already exaggerated curves.

Her hips swayed like a serpent’s as she unabashedly flaunted her charms.

“Tell me, what do you want? I can grant any wish,” she said, her gaze seductive, the fragrance around her intoxicating.

Her allure was so potent that it could easily ensnare anyone’s mind.

But for Shia, this was hardly a concern.

After enduring countless mental games from people like Lilith in his past lives, this level of seduction was child’s play.

And besides, his enchanted ring provided immunity to such effects.

Feigning a dazed expression, Shia played along.

His breathing grew heavier, and his gaze fixed on Diana with apparent longing.

Seeing his reaction, Diana’s smile grew more enticing.

“What do you desire? Hmm?”

She stepped closer, the distance between them narrowing further.

Her ample chest nearly smothered Shia as the scent of milk and flowers overwhelmed him.

With a playful flick of her tone, Diana leaned in and exhaled softly against Shia’s face.

The intoxicating scent seemed to dissolve all rationality.

“If... if someone as stunning as you could kneel before me…” Shia murmured, his voice barely audible, as if lost in his fantasies.

His face bore a faint smile, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.

Diana took an instinctive step back, genuinely surprised.

'Young people these days... such bold tastes!'

Still, she found it amusing.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, raising an elegant brow.

Shia lowered his head shyly, his smile tinged with bashfulness.

Diana, smirking, slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Her scarlet eyes remained fixed on Shia’s face, her expression a mix of coy innocence and playful mischief.

The elegant yet seductive movements accentuated her curves as she transitioned from towering over him to looking up at him.

Her ample chest brushed against him as she descended, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders.

Her alluring gaze held a trace of vulnerability, her posture seemingly inviting yet laden with deeper meaning.

Shia, looking down at her, revealed a subtle but dangerous glint in his eyes—a depth that seemed to hide dark secrets.

Diana, pleased with her perceived dominance, maintained her graceful demeanor.

Her soft hands lightly traced Shia’s waist, as if genuinely preparing to "reward" him.

However, a sudden "click-click-click" of a camera shutter broke the moment.

Blinding flashes filled the air, causing Diana to instinctively shut her eyes.

“What—?”

By the time her vision returned, she saw Shia standing a short distance away, holding up a camera.

“Principal, how about I take some ‘artistic photos’ for you?”

His voice was cheerful, laced with a teasing warmth.

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Later, Shia flipped through the photos on his camera, a satisfied smile on his face.

He generously shared his "artwork" with Diana, showing her the results.

Diana took a single glance at the images before locking her gaze onto Shia’s face.

The boy’s smirk suggested he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Aren’t you worried that such photos might tarnish the academy’s reputation if they got out?”

“Oh, Principal, I was just trying to capture your beauty as a reward for myself. Why so dramatic?”

Diana’s tone was light, as if to suggest that Shia had overreacted by taking the photos as leverage.

But Shia wasn’t bluffing.

Gently removing her hand from his shoulder, he said firmly, “Principal, if you don’t want these pictures to spread, please maintain your dignity in front of me.”

His expression was so serious and sincere that Diana froze, utterly speechless.

'Wait, what?!'

She replayed his words in her mind.

This boy wasn’t using the photos to blackmail her into something indecent—he wanted her to act more properly?

This was beyond comprehension.

'The principal’s ultimate humiliation—immortalized in photos.'

Shia nodded earnestly, reinforcing his intentions.

Indeed, he wasn’t trying to seduce the principal. He simply wanted her to behave with decorum.

Laughable.

In his past life, he had tried pursuing Diana with more daring tactics, including secluded forest rendezvous.

The results were predictably disastrous.

This game wasn’t designed to favor male protagonists.

While Diana exuded seduction and maturity, her core was pure and untouched.

Harboring inappropriate thoughts about a powerful, high-status figure like her was tantamount to suicide.

The so-called "reward for honesty" was nothing more than bait in this twisted game world, hiding malice beneath its surface.

Shia knew this better than anyone—his wisdom was paid for in blood and tears.

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