Chapter 131: Torturing the Simp
“Tsk, tsk, shouldn’t I remind you that a woman your age should have lost her virginity long ago? Is it because no one wants you?”
Lena ruthlessly exposed Professor Witch’s secret.
She enjoyed seeing people get flustered; after all, exposing someone’s scars was a wicked act, perfectly in line with her villainous persona.
Lena was striving to be a villain, she had never forgotten that.
And she still remembered Professor Witch’s words from that day, they were etched in her memory.
“Such a nasty personality…”
Professor Witch stepped aside, yielding.
Lena entered the room, closing the door and drawing the curtains.
Darkness concealed everything, including the impure transaction between Lena and Professor Witch…
…
“Ahem! Before we start gossiping, I should remind you that Agnes isn’t someone to be trifled with, so don’t tell her I told you this,” Professor Witch said seriously.
“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”
Lena zipped her lips, miming locking them.
Professor Witch nodded, satisfied, then began her long-winded story:
“Agnes was once in a relationship… well, not exactly a relationship, more like, she was pursued. After all, a beautiful flower always attracts bees and butterflies, especially a kind, gentle, and considerate beauty like Professor Agnes.”
“It’s like having a naked Agnes sleeping beside you, would you pounce on her, or pretend to be a gentleman?”
Professor Witch paused, observing Lena’s reaction. Seeing Lena frown, she continued, “The one who pursued her was her childhood friend, also a specially appointed teacher at the academy. They used to go to school together, best friends who shared everything.”
“Wait!”
Lena’s head was starting to hurt from the long-winded story. “Can you get to the point? I don’t want to hear a touching love story.”
“But I’m explaining the context.”
Professor Witch chuckled, telling Lena to be patient.
In a way, she didn’t want Lena to get involved in this, it seemed like meddling.
“Fine, I’ll keep it short… Agnes’s simp is harassing her, and Agnes can’t seem to cut him off, because of their past friendship, she’s trapped by their shared history, do you understand?”
“Sounds like a terrible story.”
Lena tapped her chin thoughtfully.
“But in stories about goddesses and simps, the simp usually ends up miserable, which fits my stereotype of unrequited love.”
“Don’t do anything rash…”
“I won’t.”
Lena stood up, smiling faintly.
“If Professor hasn’t asked for help, I won’t interfere. I’ll wait until she can’t stand it anymore and comes to me for help, then I’ll be her hero.”
Professor Witch was speechless.
Only Lena could say such things so casually, wasn’t she tired of this act?
After a moment, Lena prepared to leave.
“Your target is Agnes, isn’t it?” Professor Witch looked at Lena’s back, her voice filled with concern. “Lena… be careful, playing with fire can burn you…”
“You’re wrong, I’m not afraid of playing with fire, and my goal is always clear.”
Who didn’t love a beautiful girl?
Especially a gentle older sister like Agnes…
Initially, Lena hadn’t noticed Agnes.
In her past life, Agnes had been an insignificant figure, why would she provoke the hero’s mentor?
But after her rebirth, Agnes’s kindness and willingness to help her, her concern and support during the banquet incident, had touched the most vulnerable part of Lena’s heart.
No one could resist a gentle older sister, even Lena had fantasized about being pampered by one.
Her harem was lacking such a talent! (for real)
“Then I can only wish you success…”
Seeing that there was no turning back, Professor Witch also stood up, her voice filled with worry. “If you can solve Agnes’s problem, it would be a great help… but I’m warning you, don’t use violence, Agnes hates violence, your brutality will only disgust her.”
“Thanks for the advice.”
Lena left with a smile.
“And thank you for protecting them that day, thank you…”
“You’re…?” Professor Witch was surprised, then smiled. “I’m your teacher, it’s my duty, no need for thanks.”
She seemed to have let go of something.
Lena saw the light radiating from Professor Witch, the weight of her responsibility.
“You’re a good teacher, I’m lucky to have met you, I mean it.”
“Haha, I wouldn’t wish a troublesome student like you on anyone, always having to worry about being targeted.”
Many truths were spoken in jest, but Professor Witch was sure Lena wouldn’t mind.
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in old maids.”
“Damn it!”
“But if Professor is willing to lower herself, I wouldn’t mind reserving a spot for you in my bed.”
“I give up…”
Professor Witch shook her head, sighing.
Lena had already left.
…
“Torturing a simp, heh, that’s my specialty.”
Lena was confident.
But she had to make Agnes ask for help first, otherwise, it would seem like she had ulterior motives.
First, she would comfort the heartbroken professor~
With that in mind, Lena knocked on Agnes’s door.
Only half an hour had passed, and Agnes, seemingly still lost in her sorrow, opened the door slowly.
Seeing her haggard expression, Lena didn’t waste any words, simply cupping Agnes’s face in her hands and bumping their foreheads together.
“Ow!”
“Hiss—”
Two cries of pain, Agnes’s clearly louder. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Does it hurt?”
Lena giggled, her unusual behavior surprising Agnes, who covered her mouth, touching Lena’s forehead. “You… you’ve bumped your head.”
“Just answer the question, does it hurt?”
Lena repeated herself like a broken record.
“Of course it hurts, you hit me so hard, I’m not made of steel.” Agnes clutched her forehead, her expression almost cute.
“Mm, good that it hurts, how do you feel now?”
“I…”
Agnes rubbed her forehead, her expression less distraught, but her voice still shaky. “Is this your way of comforting someone, Lena? How crude and vulgar…”
“Well, I don’t want to see Professor so depressed, and I can’t stand it when beautiful girls cry.”
Lena tried to cheer Agnes up, her words incredibly cheesy.
“Nonsense, I’m not a beautiful girl, I’m an old woman,” Agnes blushed.
“Is Professor old?”
“I’m twenty-eight!”
“But you look eighteen to me.” Lena touched Agnes’s smooth thigh, sniffing her fingers.
“Confirmed, you’re the one. Professor, don’t be sad, everything will be alright, Lena will always be your strongest supporter!”
“Who needs your support…”
Agnes muttered, her beauty even more captivating in this moment of vulnerability.
She was blushing…
Anyone would blush, especially after being hurt, a simple act of kindness amplified, increasing Agnes’s affection for Lena.
“I won’t be sad over someone like him, he’s not worth it, nothing even happened between us, it was all his wishful thinking.”
“Then, Professor, what type of boys do you like?”
“Why not girls?”
“This…”
Lena was stumped.
She hadn’t expected Agnes to be so direct, leaving her speechless.
“Pfft.”
Agnes giggled, her eyes softening. “I know you’re concerned about me, but don’t do such silly things, okay?”
Lena: Okay, she saw through me.
