Chapter 366: Uninvited Guest, Scumbag vs. Tease, Facing the Bull is the Real Fun (3)
She turned to Shia, her gaze sweet and affectionate.
"Shia, do you like it?"
Her voice was soft as water, full of intimate affection only shared between childhood sweethearts.
Only five simple words, yet they overflowed with the flavor of dog food.
Though Lilith spoke to Shia, her peripheral vision kept a close eye on Irene's expression.
Even though she couldn't detect disappointment in those serene eyes, it still felt satisfying.
Irene's gaze remained on Shia, clear and holy yet with an intoxicating innocence.
Being watched by two beauties, Shia—honestly—didn't mind at all.
This situation was getting interesting.
One was a scumbag girl determined to build a harem; the other a hypocritical saintess. Their clash was like an epic battle unfolding.
"With you here, how could I not like it?"
Shia responded to Lilith's gaze with a gentle smile.
Double the dog food!
Lilith beamed with happiness.
If she had a tail, she'd be wagging it like a helicopter.
Very satisfied with Shia's "loyalty."
Yet even after all that, the radiant Dawn Saintess showed no loss of interest in Shia.
In fact, her eagerness only grew.
"Does Master Shia enjoy tea?"
"I've studied the art of tea myself."
"Would you honor me by tasting my brew someday?"
Irene leaned forward slightly, appearing deeply sincere.
"With such a gracious offer, it would be my honor," Shia replied politely.
Irene, solemn and holy, looked every inch the saintess.
But her radiant eyes, her hands cupping her cheeks, and the pure aura surrounding her—
"Master Shia, would you be interested in becoming the Holy Son of my Order?"
She issued the invitation directly.
Ignoring Lilith's presence completely, her eyes locked only on Shia.
While speaking, she had moved very close to him.
Her ornaments chimed lightly.
Looking down, her delicate white foot subtly brushed Shia's ankle.
A light, teasing touch that lingered and moved higher.
It was the most effective kind of seduction—seemingly accidental yet utterly deliberate.
This wasn't offering an olive branch.
It was outright seduction!
Lilith's whole body bristled.
I'm right here, his fiancée!
He just pledged himself to me, and you're hitting on him to his face? Outrageous!
Lilith was fuming, fists clenched tight.
Fafna sat quietly to the side, her gaze inadvertently catching Lilith's clenched fists.
She calmly sipped her tea, the corner of her mouth lifting into a faintly mocking curve.
"High Priestess, you might not know," Lilith said with a frozen smile, smoothly pulling Shia closer by his arm.
"Shia dislikes being burdened with worldly affairs. Though you mean well, I'm afraid he must decline."
Hmph—you think my man is so easy to snatch?
He's a clean freak!
Dragging your dirty little foot around and trying to seduce him? Shameless!
Lilith gave Shia a meaningful glance.
Refuse her!
What are you waiting for?
If you even hesitate, you're dead!
Her gaze was full of vinegar and wounded grievance, so different from her usual self.
Faced with his possessive fiancée, Shia had to show loyalty.
He slid his arm around Lilith's slender waist.
Her waist was soft and supple, easily held in one hand.
Through the thin fabric, he could feel her smooth skin.
When he pulled her slightly closer, Lilith stumbled into his arms.
Her petite body fit snugly against him.
A deep pink bloomed across her cheeks.
The feel of his hand on her waist was so vivid.
She was a little flustered, every hair on her body tingling.
"Thank you for your offer, High Priestess," Shia said politely. "But I'm still focused on my studies. I fear I have no time to accept."
While speaking, his hand subtly roamed her waist, taking advantage with feathery caresses.
Lilith burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.
She could only maintain a calm facade, fighting two battles at once.
—With the woman trying to snatch her man right in front of her.
—And with the man sneakily taking liberties with her.
Still, she comforted herself: he's expressing loyalty to me!
Irene's gaze shifted to Lilith, full of regret and sorrow.
"Is it because of Miss Lilith that Master Shia refuses?"
"A man should aspire to great things."
"Though it may be presumptuous, I must say—"
"An eagle belongs in the sky. Master Shia has such potential—why tie him down?"
While speaking, Irene grasped Shia's hand and pressed it to her chest.
"Master Shia, I sincerely invite you. Please reconsider."
Lilith's heart ached fiercely.
She had to endure Shia's teasing, protect him from this predator, and still smile through it all!
She snatched Shia's hand away.
"It's an honor that the High Priestess values Shia, but perhaps there's some misunderstanding?"
"I do care for Shia and wish to spare him unnecessary burdens."
She turned to gaze deeply into Shia's eyes.
"But I will respect his choices."
"However, forcibly inviting him despite his refusal seems… a little inappropriate, doesn't it, High Priestess?"
Lilith nestled into Shia's arms, not gloating, but the pride in her gaze was unmistakable.
Irene looked at her briefly, then turned back to Shia, eyes filled with sorrow and gloom.
Just one glance was enough to make anyone's heart ache, to want to gather her into their arms and cherish her.
Same old manipulative tricks.
Lilith saw her and felt nothing but triumph.
Sure, her body felt weak;
Sure, they were a little too close;
Sure, he was taking advantage of her;
But at least—he chose me!
So what if you're the High Priestess of Radiant Light?
In front of this young lady's unstoppable charm, you can only bow down!