“What do you want to do?”

Ella bit her lip. Though her face remained calm, her heart was sinking continuously.

Her vulnerability was now in his grasp. What could she do?

She could only feign composure and attempt to negotiate.

Shia appeared innocent.

“I just want to attend school.”

As he spoke, Shia leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them.

Ella's heart skipped a beat. The sensation on her leg made her instinctively want to retreat.

He was so bold, daring to... overstep!

Shia’s face was full of sincere pleading as his hand pressed lightly on her sheer black stockings.

“Aunt Ella, you won’t refuse to help me, will you?”

The stockings felt smooth, thin, and carried the warmth and fullness of her flesh beneath.

The texture was exquisite.

Now that her greatest secret was exposed to him, Ella could only endure the humiliation. The widow bit her lip in silent resilience, an appearance all the more captivating.

Through the stockings, Ella could even feel a cool, hard object, seemingly a ring.

A dim light flickered across the charm ring, subtle enough to go unnoticed unless carefully observed.

The passive effect was triggered—intelligence suppression activated.

What could a threatened lady do?

Naturally, she had no choice but to comply.

Suggest killing Shia on the spot?

That would be an overreaction, wouldn’t it?

The foreign sensation left Ella in torment.

In the academy, she was always highly revered.

As a first-class lecturer, not only did her students respect her, but even her fellow lecturers treated her with admiration.

Yet now, she was being humiliated by a mere boy.

The overwhelming sense of shame consumed her. Feeling humiliated, she opened her mouth to reprimand him.

“I’m your fiancée’s mentor!”

How could you treat your fiancée’s mentor this way? Are you even showing respect for your fiancée? Or honoring me as her mentor?

But at this moment, Ella's voice trembled, soft and delicate, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Instead of sounding like a stern warning, it came across as coquettish.

She would have been better off not saying anything. The moment she did, Shia felt even more emboldened.

Lilith’s mentor?

Wasn’t that even more thrilling?

“Mm~.”

Ella bit her lip, and a muffled hum echoed in her throat.

She intended to awaken Shia’s conscience and stop his overstepping, but it seemed she had trapped herself instead.

Under Shia's aggressive advance, the powerless lady could only turn her head away, unwilling to face this shameful and mortifying scene.

For some reason, in front of Shia, she could never muster the will to resist.

A stark contrast to her composed and elegant image as an academy lecturer.

She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.

Her graceful and proper hairstyle had loosened due to the commotion, strands of violet hair cascading down.

The purple hair, paired with her helpless expression, carried an intoxicating charm.

It was a unique kind of beauty.

Completely different from her usual dignified and elegant demeanor.

Ella even took a moment to process that the alluring woman in the reflection was, in fact, herself.

This realization made her feel even more mortified.

She could only close her eyes, as if pretending not to see would make it disappear.

But even without seeing, she could still feel it.

Thus, the humiliation and grief in her heart multiplied, even conjuring up images of her late husband’s face.

Disaster!

The guilt became even more overwhelming.

At that moment, a sudden ringtone broke the tense atmosphere.

Ella froze.

Her ruby-red lips were alluring, yet her face was blank.

Shia leisurely enjoyed Ella’s expression, reaching for the ringing phone on the nearby table.

Looking at the caller ID, he flashed a meaningful smile and turned the screen toward Ella.

“Your dear student is calling.”

[Lilith]

The name clearly displayed on the screen.

Ella's breath hitched. She reached for the phone, her gaze warning Shia to behave.

Her fingertip swiped across the screen, her eyes sending a sharp warning to Shia.

“Hello.”

“Teacher, it’s me.”

“Mm, is something wrong?”

“Well, it’s about my fiancé, Shia. He wants to apply to Seven Shields Academy this year. Since you oversee new admissions, I thought...”

Even through the phone, her sweet voice carried a tone of concern.

“Mm, I understand. I’ll pay attention to it.”

Ella bit her lip, wanting to hang up as quickly as possible.

Besides, Shia was right beside her, threatening her for admission. Lilith didn’t need to speak up for him.

Do you think Lilith called to ensure her mentor accepted Shia?

You’d be gravely mistaken.

How could that wretched woman be so kind?

“Since you said so, Teacher, I’m relieved. But no matter how well he does, don’t let him get in too easily, okay~!”

Ella couldn't help but falter, her attention shifting to Lilith’s voice on the other end of the call.

“You want me to block Shia’s admission?”

Ella frowned, almost doubting her ears.

“Heh~.”

Lilith chuckled softly.

At that moment, she was bending over, her golden hair falling past her ears, slender fingers caressing the edge of her stockings. As her fingers slid across, the stockings peeled off, revealing her smooth, fair legs.

Next to her, the phone was on speaker, the call with Ella still active.

“Teacher, I’m doing this for his own good.”

“My fiancé has always had things go too smoothly. He needs some setbacks to truly grow.”

Lilith's lips curved into a smirk.

The stockings had slid to her ankles, revealing her slightly pinkish feet.

She casually placed the stockings aside and stood up.

Opening her wardrobe, a dazzling array of stockings hung in neat rows.

Lilith reached out, her hand brushing across the different materials.

Finally, she stopped at a pair of sheer black pantyhose. The material was silky and cool to the touch—perfect.

If Shia’s admission didn’t go smoothly, when he felt lost and hopeless, she could step in and plead on his behalf...

Lilith’s smile deepened as she picked up the black pantyhose.

These stockings were even lighter than the previous thigh-highs. Through the thin material, her fair skin was faintly visible.

The faint transparency made her legs appear all the more alluring.

As the stockings stretched over her legs, they perfectly outlined her graceful curves while enhancing their shape.

Lilith’s movements were unhurried, her mind still strategizing.

As his fiancée, it was only natural for her to alleviate his burdens.

Coincidentally, her mentor was in charge of admissions.

She would wait until he came to her for help.

Then, she would console him.

For his sake, she would humble herself and ask her mentor to be lenient, using her connections to get him into the academy.

At that point, would he not be even more grateful?

Gratitude would make him even more willing to risk his life for her.

Wasn’t that easily achieved?

With her plan falling into place, Lilith felt her mood improve.

However, as she was halfway through putting on the stockings, her movements suddenly froze.

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