Chapter 254: The Invincible Academy Head Falls, and the Succubus Queen in the Grove... (4)
The oppressive closeness was overwhelming. Eden glanced down at their pressing forms with lazy amusement, her voice carrying a teasing, languid edge.
"How many times have you done this, hmm?"
"And tell me, which number am I?"
Her relaxed demeanor suggested she was the one truly in control.
But Shia's eyes reflected something deeper, darker, like the unfathomable depths of the sea.
He offered no reply to her teasing remarks, instead leaning in closer until his gaze filled her vision entirely.
For the first time, a flicker of surprise crossed Eden's eyes, which widened as realization struck.
This was still the grove, but it was also the academy grounds.
While the area was secluded, it wasn't completely deserted.
In fact, she could faintly hear the laughter of girls playing on the sports field nearby.
And yet, he dared?
Eden was momentarily stunned.
Was she... being kissed?
She hadn't anticipated Shia would act so boldly.
This was a case of playing with fire and getting burned.
The boy was displaying an unprecedented level of assertiveness.
Even with her experience—albeit theoretical—Queen Eden found herself a bit flustered.
Shia took hold of the hand she'd wrapped around his neck and pressed it firmly against the wall, seizing full control of the situation.
Her sharp gaze began to blur, her eyelids slowly lowering until her eyes were completely closed.
The grove returned to its usual silence, seemingly unchanged.
Except for the faint, delicate sounds that now filled the air.
Soft whimpers, like a small animal, mingled with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.
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"Knock, knock, knock."
The sound of knocking echoed in the quiet hallway.
A small, lithe figure darted to the door in a blur, moving so quickly that she left an afterimage.
Rong's soft, innocent smile bloomed across her face as she prepared to welcome her master home in the warmest way possible.
She spoke as she opened the door.
"You're back—"
Her cheerful voice froze mid-sentence as her gaze landed on the figure outside.
Rong blinked, convinced she must be seeing things.
But no matter how many times she blinked, that familiar, annoyingly smug face refused to disappear.
Her expression shifted instantly, her face turning red with anger. Without hesitation, she moved to slam the door shut.
She never expected to see this detested face at her doorstep.
But before she could fully close it, a pale hand shot out, stopping the door just in time.
A perfectly manicured hand pressed against the door's edge.
And then—
"Bang!"
The door slammed with a force that echoed through the hall.
Queen Eden's expression froze momentarily, a flicker of awkwardness crossing her face.
Who would've thought her obedient daughter could slam a door with such force?
'It's definitely not because of certain events earlier that left me too weak to stop her,' she mentally justified.
Still, the moment of awkwardness passed quickly. With her signature charm and adaptability, Eden's demeanor returned to its usual self-assurance.
She resumed knocking persistently on the door.
"Darling daughter, how could you slam the door on your own mother? That's just cruel!"
Her voice carried a hint of hurt, as though she were genuinely offended.
But Rong wasn't so easily swayed by such a simple ploy.
She leaned her back against the door, her feet braced firmly against the floor, as if bracing for Eden to force her way in.
The hallway went quiet for a moment.
Then Eden's voice, laced with exaggerated sorrow, called out again.
"If you don't open the door, I'll cry! Do you believe me?"
Her voice was soft and pitiful, carrying an air of coquettish vulnerability.
Rong clenched her teeth, her patience wearing thin.
The worst part was that she knew Eden would absolutely do it—crying and wailing in public without a shred of shame.
Unlike Eden, Rong still cared about maintaining her dignity. She couldn't let that happen.
Reluctantly, she reopened the door.
But this time, she stood firmly in the doorway, her hands braced against the frame, her body blocking Eden's path. Her eyes were sharp and wary.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing much—just thought I'd stop by for a visit… or rather, to see you~."
Eden casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes gleaming mischievously. Her cheeks carried a faint blush, and her entire being radiated an irresistible allure.
She leaned in, arms outstretched for an affectionate hug.
Rong raised her hand and firmly pressed it against Eden's chest, stopping her advance.
"Stop right there!"
Eden visiting could never mean anything good.
It was only now that Rong noticed Eden's outfit.
The short, tight JK uniform looked like it was on the verge of bursting.
The open neckline revealed a shocking amount of cleavage, making Rong's heart skip a beat.
The supposedly loose hem of the uniform was stretched taut by Eden's curves, accentuating her slender waist.
Her ultra-short pleated skirt fared no better, strained to its limits by her full hips, barely covering her long, black-stocking-clad legs.
Rong's face flushed as she stared in disbelief.
What 'was' this woman wearing!?
This wasn't a school uniform—it was the kind of thing people wore for roleplay!
Had she really walked all the way here dressed like that? In broad daylight?
Rong's grip on the doorknob tightened, her knuckles turning white with barely contained frustration.
Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"What on earth are you wearing!?"
Eden glanced down at her outfit, then looked back up with a radiant smile.
"This? It's a JK uniform! The standard attire of your academy. Don't you recognize it? Doesn't it look great on me?"
Eden had undergone a near-instant transformation, swapping her pristine white business suit from earlier for the provocative schoolgirl ensemble.
Back in the grove, though initially caught off guard by Shia's boldness, she'd quickly regained her composure.
She'd wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
And then… well, she'd ended up here, standing in front of Rong, fully dressed for mischief.