Chapter 7: The Lamb Walks into the Tiger’s Den
A beautiful, playful girl was always an alluring creature. Every smile, every gesture, held an undeniable charm.
In terms of sheer presence, Phils was in a league of her own. Even Anna paled in comparison. Her beauty was legendary.
But unlike most girls, Phils was not only aware of her power, she knew how to wield it.
She was a calculating creature, driven by logic and a thirst for power.
One look at her seductive smile, and most men would crumble, unable to resist her charms. She was like a siren, luring them to their doom.
Even Kailun, in his past life, had almost fallen for her act. If she hadn’t taken matters into her own hands, throwing herself at him and then crying foul…
When the eldest princess and her entourage had arrived, they had been greeted with the sight of a flustered, disheveled Phils and a stone-faced Kailun. The perfect tableau of innocence defiled.
“Kailun,” Phils purred, pressing her body against his, “do you… think I’m a promiscuous woman?”
A normal man would have denied it vehemently.
But Kailun was not a normal man. He decided to have a little fun with her.
“Yes, actually, I do. Not that I mind, of course. In fact, I find it rather… exciting. If you were to be even more… unrestrained… I’m sure I’d be absolutely delighted. Does that excite you, you little minx?”
He extracted himself from her grasp and slid his arm around her waist, his fingers gently caressing her skin. Even through the fabric of her dress, he could feel her warmth, her softness.
Phils froze, her face hardening as she fought the urge to knee him in the groin.
She was not that kind of girl!
She had never been with anyone, and she certainly hadn’t planned on giving herself to this arrogant, talentless… nobody.
If it wasn’t for her plan, if it wasn’t for the promise of ultimate power…
In her eyes, Kailun was nothing more than a useless fool living off his family name. Once Princess Hilna’s plans came to fruition, the Kate family would fall. And Kailun… he would be nothing.
One day, she would make him lick her boots. That was the extent of her mercy.
For the sake of her grand ambitions, she forced a smile, her voice saccharine sweet. “It would be my honor to please you, Kailun.”
“Really? Good! Then let’s not waste any time.” He scooped her up into his arms and deposited her on top of the study desk.
These private study rooms were rarely used, offering a sense of privacy and seclusion.
“Wait!” Phils said quickly, placing a hand on his chest. “Not so fast. I… I’d like to get to know you better. Tell me, Kailun, what are you passionate about?”
It was too soon. Princess Hilna wouldn’t be here for another few minutes. The princess, being one of the youngest instructors at the academy, often had classes. Their plan hinged on Hilna’s arrival.
Kailun, however, wasn’t about to play by her rules.
He caged her in, his left hand braced on the desk beside her head, his right hand gently stroking her cheek. He pressed his knee between her legs, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her body.
“Mmm…” She gasped, a blush rising in her cheeks.
“You want to know what I’m passionate about?” His voice was a low murmur, his lips close to her ear. “I’m passionate about revenge. I like to return favors… with interest. I enjoy toying with beautiful, arrogant girls like you. Seeing them crumble. Hearing them beg for mercy.” His fingers tightened on her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “And right now, Phils… I’m feeling quite passionate.”
He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers moving with practiced ease.
“Stop!” Panic flared in her eyes. She wasn’t ready. Not yet!
This wasn’t part of the plan! She was willing to offer a taste, a tease, but not… not this!
“Please,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Just… give me a moment. I’m not… ready. A few minutes, that’s all I ask. Then… then you can do whatever you want. I won’t resist.”
She had to stall for time. A few more minutes, and Hilna would be here.
“Really?” He studied her, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Yes! I swear it!”
He sighed dramatically. “Fine. Three minutes. But after that, you’re mine.”
Relief washed over her. Three minutes was all she needed.
The moment they were up, she’d rip open her blouse, scream her lungs out, and then…
Hilna, her righteous fury ignited, would storm in, slap Kailun silly, and then…
She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart.
To sell her performance, she pressed her hands to her chest, her fingers clenching into fists. Her rapid breathing betrayed her anxiety.
Kailun took his time, admiring the view. He was in no hurry.
This was so much more satisfying than a quick tumble. He wanted to see the look on her face when she realized her plan had failed. He wanted to see her arrogance shattered, her carefully constructed facade crumble.
His mother had died because of Phils and her precious princess. He would make them both pay.
He wasn’t a good person. He had no desire to be. He had learned the hard way that being good only made you a target, a pawn to be used and discarded.
The minutes ticked by. True to his word, he didn’t touch her.
“Alright, Kailun, it’s time.” Phils, her heart pounding, decided she had pushed her luck far enough. She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she pulled it aside, exposing her breasts.
She made sure to guide his hand to her chest, her fingers digging into his wrist.
“There,” she purred, her voice trembling with false bravado. “Happy now? This is going to cost you, Kailun. You’re finished. They’ll throw you in prison. Your precious family will be ruined. All because of me.”
She flashed him a triumphant smile.
Then, she threw back her head and screamed. “Help! He’s trying to rape me!”
But… he wasn’t reacting the way she had expected. He wasn’t panicking. He wasn’t afraid.
He was… enjoying this.
A chill ran down her spine.
Time for revenge!