It hurts…
Wang Yue tried to shift Lilith’s head, but it wouldn’t budge.
Lilith’s leverage didn’t just come from her teeth and neck; her limbs were wrapped around Wang Yue, clamped onto her like a pint-sized vice.
Mmm…
Wang Yue looped her arms around Lilith’s back, feeling the tension in the girl’s muscles and the slenderness of her waist.
Held close like this, Lilith’s body felt cool to the touch—the kind of refreshing chill one craved in the height of summer, a coldness so inviting you wanted to soak your entire soul in it.
A strange thought crossed Wang Yue’s mind. Despite being so petite, the girl was trying to crush Wang Yue into her embrace. It was an adorable overestimation of her own strength.
Even more peculiar was the realization that no matter how much Lilith acted like a feral little wolf, she would immediately let go and turn back into a “good girl” the moment Wang Yue let out a soft moan.
It was as if Wang Yue held a remote control to her temperament.
However, if Lilith returned to her “good girl” state, their Faith connection would be severed.
Wang Yue reached into Lilith’s hair, kneading the back of her neck. “Stop biting. You’ve already left a set of pretty teeth marks.”
Lilith let go and licked her lips, inspecting her work. A ring of delicate indentations marked the pale skin.
Yet, this didn’t satisfy her. She leaned down again, her lips trailing along the black-haired girl’s collarbone. She nuzzled and rubbed for a long time, but she still couldn’t find the sensation she was looking for.
Lilith leaned into Wang Yue’s ear and whispered, “Tell me… how do I make it feel good?”
Wang Yue let out a soft breath, her eyes darting to the side.
Thank goodness Lilith is clueless…
My chastity is safe for now…
It wasn’t exactly a secret; many girls in the school knew the “how.” Fortunately, Lilith was too isolated to have any source of information. Even if she heard snippets of conversation, her own imagination filled in the blanks with something entirely different.
“Tell me! Tell me!” Lilith demanded, refusing to let it go.
Naturally, Wang Yue wasn’t about to volunteer that information.
“Hmph…”
Lilith grew frustrated, her movements becoming rougher.
Her lips searched through the fabric of Wang Yue’s clothes. It didn’t feel like kissing anymore; she was like a lion rummaging through a prey’s abdominal cavity, looking for the choice vitals.
Finally, Lilith buried her face in Wang Yue’s black hair, their necks rubbing together as their tresses tangled… Still, it wasn’t right.
Lilith sat up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes filled with urgency and confusion.
It was like being stuck on a level in a video game; she had investigated every item in the room, but the next plot point just wouldn’t trigger.
She caught Wang Yue stifling a laugh. Immediately, she pinched Wang Yue’s cheeks and pulled them outward, making her face look ridiculous.
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck you up!”
Lilith used a vicious phrase she’d picked up from heaven-knows-where before rolling off the bed. She scooped up her military jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and swaggered out of the room.
The blonde girl stood at the door with her hands on her hips, announcing her triumph with feigned arrogance.
“Wang Yue is my woman now!”
In the office, several members of the Disciplinary Committee found the statement bizarre. However, they held Lilith in such awe and fear that none dared to contradict her.
This was because Lilith was credited with the great achievement of damaging the Demon Tree’s consciousness. Granahl favored her immensely; she was effectively second-in-command.
“Incredible! Congratulations, Lady Lilith!” A young girl with long black hair clapped enthusiastically at her side.
Due to her excessive provocations, Pandora had been kicked out by the Aries Witch and transferred from the Distribution Department to the Disciplinary Committee.
Pandora couldn’t be happier. The Red-Horned Witch wasn’t as deviously unpredictable as the Aries Witch. Word was she had a violent temper, which usually meant she’d be easy to manipulate. Pandora’s “blooming” depended on her.
Besides, the Disciplinary Committee uniform was exactly Pandora’s style.
Black base, silver buttons, peak lapels, a belt with a saber, and a dashing cap. Wearing it gave her an air of cold, ruthless authority.
Hearing Lilith claim she had conquered Wang Yue made Pandora worship her even more. Pah, Wang Yue is nothing special after all. She couldn’t even last one round against Lady Lilith.
A strange thought suddenly popped into her little head—I’ll become Lady Lilith’s dog! That way, I’ll be on equal footing with Wang Yue!
Trembling slightly with excitement, Pandora toyed with the brim of her hat, spinning it as she tried to claim credit.
“Lady Lilith, was my Mystic Art useful? No matter how clever a design is, I can see right through its structure. That’s how I found that brat Wang Yue’s den. We caught the thief with the loot, the lovers in the act…”
Smack!
A heavy palm struck her head, knocking her to the side.
Pandora pulled her head into her shoulders, looking at Lilith in terror, unsure why she had been hit.
Lilith glared at her, snatched the military cap from her hands, and shoved it onto her head.
“Why aren’t you wearing your hat?”
“S-sorry…”
Pandora breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Lilith hated her; it turned out to be a false alarm.
***
Dorm 202.
Ten people gathered to discuss their next move.
Though Wang Yue was missing, Medeili, Prima, the Luna Duo, and Loran were present. Their numbers had actually grown.
“Waaaah… Mistress has been arrested… What are we going to do? Lilith is so mean… She must be bullying Mistress so hard right now…” Dorothy sobbed, covering her eyes.
“What’s the plan moving forward?” Prima asked, looking at Medeili, who was presiding over the meeting.
“We continue with Wang Yue’s policy.”
The orange-haired girl’s voice was calm and steady. She paused before continuing.
“Although the secret room was destroyed, the slime mold is still underground. The food stored in the nodules is enough to produce Nutrition Sticks for the whole school for a month. We don’t need to worry about food for now. However, if people are full every day and lose their sense of crisis, that’s also bad. Therefore, the next step is to print a periodical to bolster the students’ courage and convictions. The core philosophy is this: everyone should have absolute sovereignty over their own mental world. To be forced, deceived, or distorted until you lose that sovereignty is intolerable!”
The group nodded in agreement.
“Loran will serve as the editor-in-chief, and Lulu’anna will handle the illustrations. I’ll take care of the printing; my Mystic Art allows me to control water… However, before we start the paper, I need to purge a traitor.”
“A traitor? There’s a traitor among us?” Dorothy asked, her eyes wide with shock.
“Mm-hmm!” Medeili nodded sharply. Her cold gaze landed on the maid. “The traitor themselves pretending to be ignorant is quite unpleasant.”
Snap!
Leona and Loran stepped forward in unison, grabbing Dorothy from both sides and twisting her arms behind her back!
“Eh? I’m the traitor?!”
Dorothy was aghast; she hadn’t seen this coming.
“Only four people knew the location of the secret room: you, me, Wang Yue, and Dina. Are you trying to suggest I’m the traitor?” Medeili countered.
“Plum wouldn’t be the traitor… Sniff… Then I guess it must be me… But… I don’t remember it at all…” Dorothy began to sob pitifully.
“It’s always like this,” Medeili said, her head lowered and her face masked in shadow. Her voice simmered with anger. “Whenever you make a mistake, you start blubbering, putting on a weak and helpless act. You stretch out your little vines like a dodder plant, clinging to everyone around you, begging for pity and help. Even Prima, despite her disability, wouldn’t stoop to such behavior. Do you have no sense of shame?”
The words cut deep. Dorothy began to wail, bright tears streaming down her cheeks to her chin, where they gathered into heavy droplets that splashed onto the floor.
“I’m sorry… I’ll change… Please forgive me… I beg you…”
“Not today,” Medeili said regretfully.
She pulled a potion out of her pocket, stored in a pouch made of rat skin. It looked furry, and the withered rat’s mouth was clamped shut around the bottle’s neck by a metal ring. Beady, rice-sized eyes shimmered on the pouch.
Medeili walked up to Dorothy, gripped her jaw, and tilted it back so her mouth and throat were in a straight line. Then, she squeezed the potion into her mouth.
As the bitter liquid hit her throat, Dorothy let out a sharp squeak. Her body shrank rapidly until she vanished from sight, leaving her maid outfit in a heap on the floor.
After a moment, a pink hamster crawled out from the clothes.
Medeili leaned down, pinched the hamster by the scruff of its neck, and dropped it into a prepared exercise wheel.
“You have to run twenty-five thousand rotations a day if you want to eat.”
