Lilith’s mind conjured up the image of White.

Proud, cold, as though the entire world was beneath her notice.

Her imagination shifted.

That cool, noble ice queen, nestled in her arms, soft and submissive.

Maybe even smiling just for her.

Such a scene—utterly perfect!

Lilith’s inner balance tipped instantly.

Finally, she raised her head, her gaze firm as she looked at Shia.

She tightened her grip on Shia’s hand.

“Alright.”

All of this, for the sake of conquering that ice-cold beauty!

Having made up her mind, she quickly steeled herself.

At worst, it’s just like being licked by a dog—nothing to fuss about.

With this small victory of reasoning, Lilith felt her burden lighten significantly.

When she saw the sudden smile on Shia’s face, her heart skipped a beat.

But there were still things that needed to be made clear.

She covered Shia’s lips with her other hand, her expression serious.

“But I have one condition.”

“A girl’s first kiss should be saved for something special, so…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but her meaning was crystal clear.

No kissing.

Her lips were off-limits.

Her serious demeanor carried such weight that it was impossible to ignore.

This was Lilith’s final shred of dignity, the bottom line she refused to cross.

She could compromise and make sacrifices to get what she wanted.

But she also had her principles.

As long as her boundaries weren’t overstepped, she could endure the rest.

Shia gazed into Lilith’s eyes.

There was a warmth in his gaze that could make anyone drunk.

He reached out, gently holding the hand covering his lips, and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

“Of course, I’ll respect your wishes.”

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Lilith felt the coolness of her hand being scorched by the heat of his lips.

His overwhelming presence washed over her.

Her heart skipped another beat.

Then, its pace quickened.

Lilith looked into Shia’s eyes but failed to see the flicker of darkness within.

All she saw was herself reflected in his gaze, his eyes filled only with her.

She bit her lip, the confusion in her gaze slowly giving way to clarity.

The golden-haired heiress, like a butterfly, threw herself into Shia’s arms.

Shia wrapped an arm around her slender waist, his smile deepening.

But in the depths of his eyes, a hidden storm brewed.

[Mary Sue Sacrificial Achievement: Accomplished +1.]

Lilith closed her eyes, feeling as though she was plummeting endlessly. The sensation was suffocating, as though her heart was gripped by a giant hand.

She could hear her own heartbeat, pounding fiercely.

This time, she was truly sacrificing herself.

A peculiar feeling began to sprout in her heart, spreading steadily.

Did she hate it?

It didn’t seem so unbearable.

Did she like it?

No, absolutely not!

From the beginning, her heart had always belonged to women.

It was all too complicated.

She couldn’t figure it out, nor did she want to.

Perhaps her subconscious resistance to the truth made her want to escape.

Shia leaned close, his face brushing against her pale cheek.

Even his breathing softened, as if he dared not profane a goddess.

His voice, low and magnetic, landed in her ear, stirring ripples in her heart.

“…Just think of it as me giving you a massage.”

Perhaps it was Shia’s words, or perhaps it was the strange emotions in her heart, but Lilith gradually relaxed.

Yet, she couldn’t help but wiggle her toes uneasily.

Why did this massage feel so different from before!?

In the past, massages only brought relaxation from head to toe.

But now?

The sensations coursing through her body left Mary Sue with an indescribable tension and unease.

She couldn’t relax at all, not even a little.

Her toes curled involuntarily, the blush on her cheeks deepening and spreading across her body.

Despite the pout on her face, the unintentional allure in her expression was intoxicating.

Her watery eyes brimmed with unease and nervousness, as if completely caught off guard by the situation.

Her gaze, shy and gentle, made her look irresistibly easy to tease.

“Hurry up, already.”

The feeling was too much to bear, and Lilith couldn’t help but urge him.

Shia lifted his head, his gaze taking in Lilith’s flustered expression, soaking in her alluring charm.

He had to admit—she was stunning.

The contradiction between her reactions and her words only heightened his sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

“You don’t actually dislike men, do you?”

Shia’s playful smile deepened.

His teasing words made Lilith’s blush spread even further.

Though her body betrayed her feelings, she stubbornly refused to admit it.

“Of course not!”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

“It’s not like that at all.”

Sometimes, the more you deny something, the clearer the truth becomes.

Shia chuckled softly, not bothering to argue with her.

Lilith tilted her head back, staring at the swaying ceiling, a strong sense of helplessness filling her heart.

Why won’t you deny it?

Say something!

Her frustration felt like punching a pillow—completely ineffectual.

Shia wasn’t backing down; instead, his silence was an honest answer to her protests.

It was as though he was saying, “Look at yourself. You’re clearly affected, yet you’re still in denial.”

At first, Lilith didn’t realize this, waiting for Shia to refute her.

But he said nothing, leaving her to grapple with her own thoughts.

Even though Lilith couldn’t see her own reflection, she knew her current state wasn’t ideal.

She tried to convince herself to endure a little longer.

But she also knew her flustered state lacked conviction, making her feel even more self-conscious.

Facing reality was the last thing she wanted.

But closing her eyes only heightened her senses, making it worse.

She turned her head, trying to think of something else to distract herself.

Her golden curls spilled around her, a stray strand brushing against her lips, trembling with her unsteady breaths.

The rosy blush on her cheeks radiated a youthful allure.

At this moment, she shed her usual sharp-edged demeanor, revealing a rare cuteness.

Her charm was different from Violet’s—a youthful, sunny energy that was uniquely hers.

“Heh…”

Shia couldn’t help but chuckle.

His familiar voice slipped into Lilith’s ears.

Yet somehow, it felt strangely unfamiliar.

Lilith’s lashes began to quiver gently.

Her delicate arms unconsciously draped over Shia’s shoulders.

Shia glanced at the hands on his shoulders, his amusement growing stronger.

"That statement of yours has no credibility at all."

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