Chapter 295: Harsh Punishment for the Despicable Evil God, The Princess' Late-Night Special Apology (2)
In an instant, Diana's gaze toward Shia changed.
Gone was the previous indifference, and her arrogance disappeared entirely.
She reached out and grasped Shia's wrist, her expression pitiful as she shook her head.
"No, this can't happen."
Shia casually freed his hand from her grasp.
Interlocking his fingers, he placed them behind his head.
"Why not?"
"Tell me, isn't it reasonable for me to call Rong, the Succubus Princess, and Queen Eden, the Succubus Queen, in such a manner?"
"Or have you forgotten that I also have a fiancée? And her parents are still alive."
"Her mother’s birthday is coming up soon—doesn't that sound reasonable too?"
Diana shook her head, her expression full of despair.
No!
This was not reasonable at all!
He was the good boy she had set her sights on.
This was supposed to be her first time, something she could never allow to be taken away.
She reached out again, pulling at Shia anxiously.
"You're joking with me, right?"
Shia slightly shook his head, looking at Diana with a sigh.
"See? You still don't recognize your mistake."
Diana truly wanted to cry.
She finally understood—some things weren’t as simple as she had thought!
She had felt no guilt about betraying Shia.
But faced with this peculiar form of revenge, she had no choice but to surrender.
"I... I know I was wrong~."
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"Pleading won’t work. If you do something wrong, you must accept punishment."
Although she was reluctant, Diana had no choice but to submit.
The voluptuous, seductive woman knelt on the washboard, her delicate frame appearing pitiful under such cruel punishment.
Shia sat on the sofa, completely unmoved.
"Kneel properly!"
Diana: …
I endure!
What a terrible little brat.
Sigh, maybe breaking a hand would be better than this humiliation.
Diana sighed helplessly in her heart, but she had no choice but to accept reality.
Rather than being humiliated, she would rather not let her first time be taken away.
But as she sighed and submitted to her punishment, her interest in Shia only deepened.
She knew the nature of the Elven Councilor all too well.
Yet, he had walked away unscathed and even seemed to have gained her recognition.
Something was definitely unusual.
She desperately wanted to know how he had accomplished it.
At this moment, Shia still looked the same, but there was a mysterious aura surrounding him—like an enigma waiting to be unraveled.
Shia thought that the world itself was full of mysteries.
For instance, before taking a bath, he distinctly remembered closing his door, yet now it was slightly ajar.
After shutting the door once more, he turned around to find someone sitting on his bed.
Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a loose white camisole barely concealing her radiant, snow-white skin.
Nia sat there with her hands folded on her lap, her green-stockinged feet swinging lightly, her entire demeanor exuding guilt.
"Why are you here?"
"Um… I’m sorry."
Nia's voice was soft. Feeling the bed sink beside her, she instinctively leaned closer.
"I didn’t expect my aunt to drop by uninvited."
She had thought her aunt would take a few more days before returning, but the sudden arrival caught her off guard.
Although the outcome seemed favorable, it was still because of her that her master had nearly suffered.
Nia lowered her head, full of guilt.
That was why she had secretly sneaked into Shia’s room.
She wanted to apologize, to make it up to him.
Perhaps… serving him tonight? As an elven slave, it was part of her duty, after all.
A gentle pressure settled on her head, warm and comforting.
Shia’s hand ruffled Nia’s golden hair, making the silky strands slightly disheveled.
She lifted her gaze to look at him.
He was smiling gently, his expression full of warmth.
"It’s okay, it’s not your fault."
Nia’s lips parted slightly, her expression stunned.
"Master… you don’t blame me?"
"I don’t."
Nia pouted slightly.
"You're too kind…"
It was hard not to be moved by his kindness.
In fact, the more gentle he was, the more guilty she felt.
Nia mumbled under her breath.
Shia didn’t catch it.
"What was that?"
Nia lifted her head again, her pale green eyes shining with admiration.
"I’m really curious—how did you convince my aunt?"
"It’s the first time I’ve seen her change her mind. I was sure you were going to suffer!"
Yet, her aunt not only did nothing to Shia but also didn’t ask Nia to leave with her.
Shia’s smile deepened, but he didn’t answer her question.
His expression said it all.
It was a secret, and secrets weren’t meant to be shared.
Of course, there was a way to find out.
She could use her talent for listening and guide the conversation.
If he had thought about it, she would know.
But when it came to Shia, Nia didn’t want to do that.
Nia felt a little frustrated, pouting as her soft hands fidgeted.
Still, she was naturally playful. Even though he didn’t answer, she didn’t dwell on it for long.
Soon, she beamed with a bright smile.
"Master is amazing today~!"
"So, as a reward, I prepared a surprise for you~."
Shia raised an eyebrow, intrigued.