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Chapter 68: Saint Adele Will Forgive You!

Imagine being hand-fed by the Ice Queen, the formidable Hermione. It seemed like an impossible fantasy, yet here it was, unfolding right before their very eyes. And the recipient of such an honor? None other than Adele, the seemingly unremarkable Sequence Five, usually relegated to breathing the stale air of the bottom rung.

How had she earned the attention, the affection, of a goddess who resided among the clouds?

Hermione carefully lifted a strand of noodles with her chopsticks, blowing on it gently to cool it down before offering it to Adele’s waiting lips.

Adele wasn’t used to being pampered. She came from humble beginnings. But Hermione treated her with the care and tenderness one would reserve for a precious princess.

Adele slurped the noodles down with a satisfied sigh. The broth, though simple, was flavorful, warming her from the inside out. Her gaze flickered to the side, landing on a plate of peeled lobster meat. A flicker of longing crossed her features before vanishing just as quickly.

Hermione caught the fleeting look but didn’t comment. She understood. Adele was a proud girl with a strong sense of self-worth. Hermione had gotten carried away, ordering far too much food.

However, a wave of warmth spread through Hermione’s chest as she watched Adele savor the simple noodles she had made. It meant that Adele cared, that she valued Hermione’s efforts, her intentions.

Still, Hermione knew that no one could resist the allure of such a luxurious spread. Just because Adele possessed a strong sense of pride and self-respect didn’t mean she was immune to the pleasures of good food.

It seemed a little persuasion was in order.

In the end, Adele couldn’t refuse Hermione’s insistence.

“Fine…” she mumbled, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. “You win. I’ll try some.”

*Finally,* she thought, her heart singing. *Time to feast!*

Adele had gone through great lengths to convince Hermione that she preferred the simple noodles, resisting the temptation to drool over the extravagant spread. It wasn’t that Hermione’s cooking was bad. Not at all. But to call it the best in the world would be a stretch.

Noodles were noodles, after all. And lobster was… well, lobster!

Still, Adele kept her appetite in check, sampling only a few bites of the other dishes. The rest would be carefully stored away, to be enjoyed later. It was the thought that counted. And the image she was trying to project.

It was a shame she couldn’t invite Sharon, her roommate-slash-secret-stalker, to help her finish it all. Adele believed in sharing her blessings.

But she couldn’t risk revealing that she knew Sharon’s true identity just yet.

After dinner, Adele and Hermione cleaned up together, washing the dishes side-by-side. Adele was amazed that Hermione, the Ice Queen herself, would willingly subject herself to such a mundane task.

It was, in fact, Hermione’s first time washing dishes. She endured the unfamiliar feeling of greasy water on her fingers, meticulously cleaning each plate and utensil.

All because she couldn’t bear the thought of Adele lifting a finger.

Adele, touched by Hermione’s thoughtfulness, leaned against her, her gaze soft and affectionate.

They felt like a real couple, sharing a quiet evening together. Bickering, making up, enjoying a meal, cleaning up afterwards…

Hermione, lost in thought, couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. She had everything money could buy, a life of luxury and privilege, yet she had never experienced the warmth, the simple joys of domesticity, until now.

In that moment, hidden from Adele’s view, a steely determination hardened in Hermione’s eyes. Not just for today, but for all the days to come, for a lifetime with Adele.

She would win against Dorothy, no matter the cost.

But she wouldn’t burden Adele with this knowledge, not yet.

Hermione had never understood the meaning of worry, of fear, until now. She couldn’t bear the thought of Adele being afraid for her.

So, she would walk this path alone, clearing a path for their future, one thorny obstacle at a time.

That night, Hermione stayed in Adele’s room. They slept in the same bed, but there was no impropriety, their goodnight kiss as chaste as a knight’s vow.

Hermione held Adele close, her embrace tight and possessive.

The next morning, Hermione slipped away before Adele woke up, leaving behind a delicious breakfast on the table.

Adele reached for Hermione instinctively, her arms meeting only empty sheets. She frowned, pushing her messy hair out of her eyes as she made her way downstairs.

Her bare legs, pale and smooth in the morning light, brushed against each other with each step, an alluring sight.

Downstairs, a plate of ham sandwiches, toast with jam, and a glass of milk awaited her. And a note, written on a bright pink sticky note.

Adele’s heart skipped a beat as she peeled it off the table.

*Don’t skip breakfast. Love, Hermione*

The handwriting was elegant, a testament to the Ice Queen’s refined upbringing.

But it was the message itself that made Adele’s cheeks burn.

The word “love”, stark and bold, jumped out at her.

If Adele remembered correctly, Hermione wasn’t the type to express her feelings openly. She was aloof, reserved, and sometimes frustratingly tsundere.

And yet, here she was, using the “L-word” so casually. She was changing, becoming more direct, more open with her affections.

But then why leave without a word?

Was she still shy? Was it easier to express her feelings on paper than to say them out loud?

Or… was she afraid that she wouldn’t be able to say them again?

Was this her way of ensuring that Adele knew, just in case…

Of course, the Ice Queen, with her unwavering confidence, believed she would emerge victorious. But some fears, it seemed, transcended even the strongest of convictions.

Having someone to care for, someone to cherish, had turned even the indomitable Ice Queen vulnerable.

Only Hermione knew the turmoil in her own heart as she penned those two little words.

Adele, oblivious to Hermione’s inner struggle, felt a pang of disappointment, a shadow of sadness darkening her mood.

*Why, Hermione… why didn’t you tell me? *

Adele was powerless against those who showed her genuine affection.

And so, despite her best efforts, Hermione had wormed her way into Adele’s heart.

The delicious breakfast suddenly lost its appeal. But she forced herself to eat every bite. It was what Hermione would have wanted.

By the time she finished, her stomach was uncomfortably full. And for some reason, she felt oddly… aroused.

Adele shook her head, banishing the inappropriate thought. As she cleared the table, her gaze fell on the door across from hers.

Half an hour later, Adele stepped out of the apartment.

Only then did Sharon, like a creature of the night emerging from its lair, dare to leave her room. She crept down the stairs, her footsteps silent as a whisper, her small frame almost blending into the shadows.

She moved like a ghost, her pale face, a consequence of years spent in the darkness, devoid of any color. Her silver-grey hair and hunched shoulders gave her a timid, almost fragile appearance.

She wanted a glass of water. That was all. But the aroma of noodles, wafting from the dining table, stopped her in her tracks.

She assumed it was Adele’s breakfast. Maybe she had just stepped out for a bit.

Sharon decided to have her water and retreat back to her room, back to the safety of her self-imposed isolation.

But as she approached the table, a note, propped up against a bowl of noodles, caught her eye.

*Don’t forget to eat breakfast, mysterious roommate. – Adele*

Sharon picked up the note, her heart clenching.

Even to a stranger, a reclusive roommate she had never met, Adele extended kindness and consideration.

She was too good for this world.

………………

It was Saturday, so Adele had the day off. She decided to use this time to explore the world of the novel, to uncover the secrets Hermione was keeping from her, and to prepare herself for the inevitable encounter with the “Witches”.

The Witches were humans who had fully succumbed to their darker impulses, transforming into powerful beings.

It was said that a villain was three times stronger after turning evil, and a hero seven times weaker after turning good.

The Witches were far more powerful than they had been as humans.

Logically, with Adele’s current abilities, she shouldn’t have been assigned any missions involving Witches.

But this was the protagonist we were talking about. Trouble had a way of finding her.

Next week, Adele would embark on her first mission. The magic training sessions were merely a prelude to the real deal. There was one more session before her first assignment.

If Adele remembered correctly, it was during that session that her magic refinement level would finally reach level one. From 0.5 to 1.

A momentous occasion, indeed.

And so, Adele, the weakest link in the entire academy, would be assigned the easiest mission imaginable, along with a few other unremarkable classmates.

[Mission: Search for traces of foreign races.]

How easy was it?

Let’s just say that in a world teeming with hidden foreign races, some with legal identities, some without… it wouldn’t be difficult to find a discarded soda can or water bottle with traces of foreign energy.

It was like going out for a leisurely stroll and picking up trash along the way.

The instructor would then evaluate the “evidence” and give Adele a passing grade. It was a formality, really.

After all, a talentless vampire like Adele would most likely end up stuck in some remote village or town, working as a glorified clerk for a government agency, compiling reports and retrieving data on foreign races in the area.

Two jobs for the price of one!

But Adele was the protagonist, and trouble had a way of finding her, even when she wasn’t looking for it.

Her first mini-boss, a “tutorial boss” so to speak, would make her grand entrance soon. The vengeful Witch.

Mortally wounded and with only days left to live, the Witch was determined to spread her hatred, to make the world suffer as she had suffered.

She would set her sights on Adele, the lone wolf who strayed from her team, and turn her into a Witch as well.

Adele’s own simmering rage, her burning desire for revenge against the vampires, would draw the Witch to her, like a moth to a flame. She would see Adele as a kindred spirit.

And so, Adele, both her human and vampire blood tainted by the Witch’s magic, would be branded a foreign race, destined to walk a lonely path.

Thus began her journey to power, her ascent through the ranks.

To the outside world, she would still be the unremarkable Sequence Five. But in secret, her powers as a Witch would grow, her true strength hidden from view.

It was a classic case of “hiding your strength and biding your time”, a trope often used to set up satisfying “underdog” victories later in the story. It was also a convenient way to explain the protagonist’s rapid power growth.

However, the current Adele had only one thing to say about that:

If you’re going to write a “hidden power” story, at least make it satisfying! Why make the protagonist suffer even more?

Why make the “tiger” get ridden by the very creatures it was supposed to devour?

The thought sent shivers down Adele’s spine.

But she was here now, in this world, as the protagonist. And she would change the course of the story.

She spent the entire day at the academy library, poring over ancient texts, absorbing information like never before.

When she finally returned to her apartment, exhausted but her mind buzzing with newfound knowledge, the first thing she checked was the dining table.

The note was gone. As was the bowl of noodles. Sharon had eaten it, washed the dishes, and put everything away.

It was a start.

Adele hoped that one day, Sharon would finally confide in her, confess her sins, and seek forgiveness.

And Saint Adele, in her infinite mercy, would forgive Sharon’s transgressions and welcome her as her loyal follower!

The thought brought a smile to Adele’s face.

It was time for some well-deserved relaxation. She declined invitations from both Celeste and Tang Linlang, content to spend the evening curled up in her room, scrolling through her phone.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Late that night, a knock on the door shattered the silence.

Adele frowned. It couldn’t be for Sharon. So who…?

Could it be Hermione again?

Chapter 67: Love Me Just Right, My Queen

The light in Adele’s bedroom wasn’t bright, but it was enough to cast two intertwined shadows on the wall.

The restraint Hermione had imposed upon herself for Adele’s sake crumbled under the weight of the girl’s seductive words. Her carefully controlled emotions surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing Adele entirely.

Adele closed her eyes, feeling like she was adrift in a deep, blue abyss. Her body felt weightless one moment, heavy the next. At first, it was like plummeting into the depths, her consciousness fading with the increasing pressure. Then, the tide turned, carrying her back to the surface, where the sun-kissed waves gently deposited her on the warm sand, the cries of gulls and the caress of the sea breeze washing over her.

Surprisingly… it felt nice.

Adele’s eyes fluttered open, landing on the soft glow of the ceiling light. She blinked, and the light slowly came into focus, along with the face of the silver-haired girl hovering above her.

Hermione. She was breathtaking, ethereal.

Adele’s senses returned, pulling her back from the brink of unconsciousness. She heard Hermione whispering her name, her voice soft and gentle, her touch featherlight. As if Adele were a precious, fragile porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment.

Hermione cupped Adele’s delicate face in her hands, her touch reverent. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Adele’s forehead, then her brow, her delicate nose, her flushed cheeks…

And finally, her lips. Those soft, rosy petals, a masterpiece of creation.

The kiss was light, a mere taste, yet it sent a jolt of sweetness through Adele’s entire being.

Hermione, it seemed, preferred to savor the best for last. Unlike Adele, who believed in indulging in delicious things while she could, before she missed her chance and regretted it later.

Adele was greedy. Even if she couldn’t stomach another bite, she would still stuff herself silly.

It was that insatiable hunger that had driven her to tame Celeste, to draw Sharon into a “Dream Realm” painted with the colors of reality, and to seduce Hermione into her current state…

It was painful at times, but Adele didn’t regret it.

Especially not when Hermione was being so gentle, so considerate. Despite her own unfulfilled desires, she had stopped, worried about pushing Adele too far.

Hermione’s lips trailed down to Adele’s neck, and Adele felt a strange, wet sensation. It tickled a little, but it was also strangely comforting.

Hermione was licking her wounds, helping them to heal faster, to fade back into her porcelain skin.

Rumor had it that human scientists were studying the regenerative properties of vampire saliva. Some wealthy humans, privy to the secrets of the night, even paid exorbitant prices for the saliva of high-ranking vampires.

Vampire saliva was said to have miraculous healing properties. And Hermione’s, it seemed, was particularly potent.

Adele, on the other hand… well, her saliva was about as effective as a human’s. Otherwise, Celeste and Sharon wouldn’t still be sporting her bite marks.

Of course, both girls were somewhat reluctant to let the marks fade completely. A little ointment would have healed them without a trace, but some scars, it seemed, were meant to be treasured.

“…Is it over?” Adele asked, her voice weak and languid.

For some reason, being claimed by a Sequence One was utterly draining. Even though Hermione had held back, had consumed less blood than usual out of consideration for her…

And no, Adele wasn’t faking her exhaustion to elicit sympathy from Hermione. Although, the end result was probably the same.

Hermione lifted her head, her gaze lingering on Adele’s flushed cheeks. She nodded, fighting the urge to kiss her again. “Mmm… I’m a little tired…”

Adele stretched languidly, like a cat waking from a nap. “Mmm… good…” she mumbled contentedly.

Hermione couldn’t help but smile, watching Adele with adoration.

Relief washed over Adele. It was finally over. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of exhaustion and relief. Before she could even lift a hand to wipe them away, Hermione was already there, gently dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

Adele basked in Hermione’s attentiveness, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

But the tender moment was short-lived.

Adele’s stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly.

“…”

“…Pfft.”

Hermione couldn’t contain her laughter.

Adele blushed, glaring playfully at the girl still straddling her. “Her-mi-one! Don’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry, my Adele,” Hermione apologized, her lips twitching with amusement. “It’s just… cute.”

If word of this ever got out, the entire academy would be in shock. No one would believe that the Ice Queen, the aloof and regal Hermione, was capable of offering a genuine apology.

Adele, still pretending to be annoyed, rolled over, turning her back to Hermione. But she couldn’t resist peeking back at her every few seconds.

Did she really think Hermione wouldn’t notice?

Hermione shifted her position, lying on her side facing Adele. She propped herself up on her elbow, her silver-blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

She reached out towards Adele, her hand hovering hesitantly before settling on Adele’s waist. A comforting caress.

“Come on, don’t be mad at me~”

If the students were shocked before, now the entire academy, faculty included, would be picking their jaws up off the floor.

The Ice Queen, the indomitable Hermione… was acting coy?

“Hmph!”

Adele tried to sound annoyed, but her heart fluttered at Hermione’s touch. She didn’t pull away.

Emboldened, Hermione leaned closer, reveling in the warmth of Adele’s skin beneath her fingertips.

Adele, however, began to tremble as Hermione’s touch grew bolder. “Her-mi-one…” she whined, her voice soft and pleading. “You’re being mean! You’re full and satisfied, but you don’t care about my body… or my feelings…”

Hermione froze, her hand instinctively retreating. Guilt gnawed at her. She wasn’t used to comforting others. Usually, it was the other way around. But with Adele…

Hermione didn’t question her instincts. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out how to comfort Adele.

She had been selfish, driven by her own desires, forgetting that Adele might not be able to handle it, might be feeling overwhelmed.

For the first time, Hermione felt a flicker of uncertainty, a touch of anxiety. She didn’t want to ruin things with Adele.

It was clear to her now that Adele was different. She was special.

Hermione didn’t care about their social standing, their difference in rank. All that mattered was the bond growing between them, the intimacy they shared, the longing to be near each other, always.

“I’m sorry, Adele,” Hermione said, her voice sincere. She didn’t reach out this time, knowing it would be too much.

Instead, she did something completely unexpected.

Like a large, affectionate cat, she nuzzled her cheek against Adele’s hair, peppering her shoulder with light kisses.

Adele, sensitive to every touch, let out a soft gasp. She turned to face Hermione, her cheeks flushed.

“…Alright, I forgive you,” she mumbled. “I was just… a little sad. It felt like you didn’t care how I felt. Like I was… nothing special to you. No different from before. Hermione, you’re not like Dorothy… right?”

Adele’s voice, fragile as spun glass, pierced Hermione’s heart.

“Never!” Hermione exclaimed, her voice urgent. She couldn’t bear the thought of Adele misunderstanding, of her image being tarnished in Adele’s eyes.

“My feelings for you… here, feel…”

Before Adele could protest, Hermione took her hand, her grip firm yet gentle. She guided Adele’s hand to her chest, pressing it against her left breast. Against the soft, yielding warmth that made Hermione’s heart race.

“…”

Adele was speechless.

Hermione, oblivious to the suggestive nature of her actions, gazed at Adele with an intensity that stole her breath away.

“Can you feel it?” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “My feelings for you.”

Adele nodded, her eyes shining.

Then, whether intentionally or not, she gave Hermione’s breast a gentle squeeze.

Hermione gasped, biting back a moan.

Adele didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps she didn’t care. She leaned closer, her eyes fixated on Hermione’s chest. “It’s beating so fast…,” she murmured, a hint of wonder in her voice. “It’s a beautiful sound.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, Adele’s expression softening. She was back to her usual self, the warm, innocent girl Hermione knew and loved.

She released Hermione’s hand, her cheeks still flushed. “Hermione…” she murmured, her eyes drifting closed.

“Yes?”

“Could you… make me something to eat? I’m a little sleepy. I’ll take a nap. I hope I wake up to a delicious midnight snack made by you…”

“…It’ll be ready when you wake up.”

Hermione leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Adele’s forehead.

Then, she rose from the bed and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to make a sound.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, Hermione surveyed the contents of Adele’s refrigerator with a sigh.

Two eggs, a wilted head of lettuce, and half a bag of noodles.

It was enough for a simple bowl of noodles with vegetables, but surely Adele, who had just satisfied her craving for blood, deserved something more?

Hermione knew Adele wouldn’t complain. In fact, she would probably be delighted with anything Hermione made for her.

But Hermione had standards. And now, those standards extended to Adele as well.

Hermione: *Why is Adele so poor? It’s baffling.*

Adele: *Let them eat cake!*(1)

Hermione pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The vampire on the other end of the line was one of her family’s most trusted associates, a powerful figure in the city, wealthy beyond measure. Yet, he addressed Hermione with the utmost respect, his tone bordering on subservient.

Hermione’s request was simple: prepare a feast and deliver it to this address immediately.

Some resources, it seemed, were always at her disposal.

While she waited, Hermione set about cooking the noodles. It was the thought that counted. Whether or not Adele would even touch them was another matter entirely.

Half an hour later, Adele stirred awake to Hermione gently shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find Hermione’s face inches from hers.

“…”

If she hadn’t woken up then… well, Adele was pretty sure she would have been subjected to a fate similar to Sleeping Beauty.

Suddenly, she regretted waking up at all.

Hermione, realizing Adele was awake, quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushing. “Adele, I made you something to eat. Come downstairs.”

“Mmm, you’re the best, Hermione.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

Despite her words, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness at Adele’s praise.

As they made their way downstairs, Hermione’s gaze lingered on the door across from Adele’s. “Adele,” she began, a hint of curiosity in her voice, “perhaps we could invite your roommate…”

“No! I mean… she’s not really the social type,” Adele blurted out, her tone a little too eager.

Hermione frowned, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face. “Alright,” she said slowly.

If Adele had sounded even slightly more flustered, Hermione might have suspected her of hiding another girl in this apartment.

But that was ridiculous. This was Adele they were talking about. She probably blushed at the mere thought of holding hands.

Besides, after what Hermione had witnessed in the parking lot… well, she couldn’t imagine Adele engaging in such behavior.

Downstairs, Adele stared at the dining table in astonishment. It was laden with food. An absolute feast. Meat, seafood, delicacies from all over the world, both Eastern and Western cuisine…

And in the center of it all, a simple bowl of noodles in clear broth with wilted lettuce.

Adele was overwhelmed.

Hermione watched her expectantly.

To her surprise, Adele walked past the lavish spread and headed straight for the bowl of noodles. She sat down and picked up her chopsticks, taking a bite with a contented sigh.

Her gaze lingered on the other dishes, a flicker of longing in her eyes, but she resisted the temptation.

“Adele…? Why aren’t you trying the other dishes?” Hermione asked, confused.

Adele looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed. “My appetite isn’t very big,” she explained. “Besides, I told you I wanted to eat something you made yourself. This… this is all a bit much, Hermione. I appreciate the gesture, but I could never eat all of this. It would be such a waste.”

“Love means being considerate,” she continued, her gaze meeting Hermione’s. “In the end, the thing I want… the thing I choose… is this bowl of noodles that you made for me.”

She picked up another strand of noodles with her chopsticks and brought it to her lips, her eyes closing in contentment as she savored the taste. When she opened her eyes again, they were sparkling.

“These noodles… are delicious,” she said, her gaze locking with Hermione’s. “But… it would be even better if someone fed them to me.”

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T/N:

Let them eat cake(1): Express disdain sarcastically for the wealthy and powerful who are out of touch with the struggles of ordinary people.

Chapter 66: My Hermione

“He- Her- Hermione?!” Adele stammered, her initial surprise impossible to fake.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed slightly. Before answering, she scrutinized the girl she couldn’t get off her mind, searching for any recent changes.

The moment their eyes met, Hermione was captivated by Adele’s breathtaking beauty. The girl’s long, black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, shimmering under the starlight. It lent an ethereal glow to Adele’s figure, as if the entire world revolved around her charm.

When Adele gazed back, her gentle, affectionate pink eyes seemed to hold nothing but Hermione’s reflection. Her softness, her cuteness, everything about her leaped into Hermione’s mind through that gaze. It was inescapable, not that Hermione wanted to escape.

Was this Adele’s true, innocent nature, or… a carefully crafted facade?

Hermione didn’t want to be suspicious. The mere thought of Adele harboring secrets, of her not being the kind, pure girl Hermione believed her to be, was agonizing.

However, the scene she had witnessed at the academy parking lot that evening had shaken her to her core, leaving her deeply troubled and haunted.

Hermione had tried to soothe her nerves with a hot bath and warm milk before bed, hoping to forget the entire ordeal by morning. But it was futile. The moment she closed her eyes, the image from the parking lot resurfaced.

The petite, black-haired girl on top of the blonde, their bodies moving rhythmically… the moans… the things they did, things Hermione couldn’t even bear to name…

Hermione was forced to watch, unable to speak, to intervene.

Then, the black-haired girl turned around, and it was Adele’s face! She smiled, a chilling, predatory smile that shattered the illusion of innocence.

At the same moment, the blonde beneath her looked up. It was… Celeste!

Celeste’s eyes held a triumphant glint, a look of pride and satisfaction as she gazed down at Hermione. It was as if she was saying:

—You lost, loser. Adele is mine, my master. We played you for a fool.

—It was exhilarating to do it right in front of you.

—You may have humiliated me, but I’m the one who wins in the end!

—You’ll end up alone, with nothing!

Hermione’s eyes flew open. Frost covered the room.

“…”

Her hand flew to her forehead, trying to quell the sudden dizziness. She couldn’t stay here tonight. Not until the servants had thoroughly cleaned the room.

So, where could she go?

The answer, it seemed, had presented itself.

She found herself standing before Adele’s dorm room, in the dead of night, her knuckles rapping against the wood.

She was worried, even… afraid.

Yes, even the Ice Queen was capable of fear.

She was afraid that Adele wouldn’t be there, that her roommate would answer the door and tell her that Adele wasn’t around tonight. If that happened, Hermione would probably wander aimlessly until Adele returned.

But thankfully, it was Adele who opened the door. Not her roommate, and she hadn’t spent the night elsewhere. Especially not at that woman’s place.

Hermione’s relief was short-lived, quickly replaced by a fresh wave of anxiety as she registered Adele’s surprised expression.

Could it be… that Adele didn’t want to see her?

But before that thought could fully form, Adele was already pulling her inside, glancing left and right as if hiding a treasure.

“That was close,” Adele whispered, her voice a soft murmur against Hermione’s ear. “I almost didn’t hear you over the dorm manager. It would have been troublesome if she had caught you.”

“Just last week, a girl was caught bringing her girlfriend back to the dorm. They were both severely punished. Next time, they might even be expelled and sent to another academy.”

Adele held Hermione’s hand in hers, rubbing her cold palms. She even breathed warm air onto them, her concern genuine.

Her attentiveness, the care and affection in her eyes, slowly melted the frost of suspicion and doubt that had gripped Hermione’s heart, replacing it with a fiery warmth.

Shame washed over Hermione. How could she have doubted Adele, even for a moment?

Despite her suspicions, Adele had welcomed her without a moment’s hesitation, without questioning her motives. In fact, she seemed overjoyed, as if Hermione had made a special trip just to see her!

Her surprise and bewilderment stemmed from not expecting Hermione’s arrival, though it was clear that, deep down, she had hoped for it.

As for the flicker of panic in her eyes… it was because of the dorm manager.

And the story about the girl who was punished for bringing her girlfriend back…

Hermione blushed. Weren’t they doing the exact same thing right now?

Was this Adele unconsciously revealing her own feelings, her attachment to Hermione? Treating her like a girlfriend…

Hermione’s eyes sparkled, her heart pounding. If she could be Adele’s girlfriend… she would spoil her rotten.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Perhaps she hadn’t been thinking straight all day. The confrontation with Dorothy, the harsh words she had spoken… And then, that scene in the parking lot, with those girls who looked so much like Adele and Celeste…

It was infuriating. How dare that girl look so much like Adele? She possessed none of Adele’s purity and innocence.

And that blonde… she was just like that dog, Celeste. She deserved to be beneath someone, collared and leashed. It was her rightful place.

Hermione maintained her cool, composed facade, but inside, a storm raged. Still, she wouldn’t let Adele see it, wouldn’t let her worry.

“I just… missed you,” Hermione confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Her ice-blue eyes, usually cold and sharp, held a newfound tenderness.

That was her answer, the reason for her unexpected visit.

Adele’s eyes widened slightly at Hermione’s words, then softened. “Mmm… I knew it.”

Under Adele’s gaze, Hermione felt exposed, as if her every thought and heartbeat were laid bare.

Suddenly, Adele stepped forward and embraced her. Her body was cool against Hermione’s, but her embrace was tight, her warmth seeping into Hermione’s very being.

“I missed you too, Hermione,” Adele whispered.

In the entire academy, perhaps even the entire world, only Adele could share such intimacy with the Ice Queen.

They stayed embraced for a long moment before finally separating. Adele took Hermione’s hand and led her towards the stairs.

“But next time,” Adele said casually, her voice light and teasing, “you could always let me know you’re coming.”

Adele’s expression was calm, her tone nonchalant. Hermione suspected nothing.

However, beneath the surface, Adele was trembling with relief. She couldn’t bear to imagine what might have happened if she had chosen to stay at Celeste’s apartment, missing this encounter with Hermione.

Even now, despite her outward composure, a cold sweat clung to her back.

Hermione nodded, her lips pressed together. “Mmm…”

She took the opportunity to observe her surroundings. The building was small and cramped, the decor modest. However, everything was spotlessly clean. The first floor housed the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The second floor had two bedrooms, one for Adele and one for her roommate.

“Careful, don’t bump your head,” Adele warned softly.

They were at a sharp turn in the stairwell, and the ceiling jutted out at an awkward angle. Hermione, with her statuesque figure, had to duck slightly to avoid hitting her head.

Adele, on the other hand, had no such issues.

Hermione was touched. Adele had noticed such a small detail. It meant that she cared.

The thought filled Hermione with warmth.

They reached the second floor, standing in the hallway between their rooms. Hermione glanced at the closed door of Adele’s roommate’s bedroom. A thought crossed her mind: perhaps she could arrange a swap, move into this room, and be closer to Adele.

The living conditions were far from ideal, but the prospect of being near Adele made even the pampered Hermione willing to compromise.

She couldn’t help but wonder about the girl who had the privilege of being Adele’s roommate. What good karma had she accumulated in her past life to deserve such luck?

No, that wasn’t the problem. The real issue was… what if this roommate fell under Adele’s spell? What if she harbored inappropriate desires towards her?

If Hermione lived next door, she could…

Adele was about to open her bedroom door when she noticed Hermione’s lingering gaze on the adjacent room. That wasn’t just any roommate living there. It was Sharon.

Adele decided to intervene, just in case.

As if on cue, Hermione voiced her curiosity. “Adele, what’s your roommate like?”

Even if Hermione couldn’t bear to live in such cramped quarters permanently, she could at least ensure that no one else encroached on Adele’s space. Her pure, innocent Adele shouldn’t be tainted or coveted by others.

Unconsciously, Hermione’s thoughts took on a possessive edge, a hint of her domineering nature. It was a side she only revealed to those she held dear.

“My roommate…” Adele murmured, shaking her head. “Honestly, Hermione, I don’t really know her. She keeps to herself. We haven’t even spoken since the semester started. She seems to prefer solitude.”

“I respect her choices, so I don’t intrude. And she’s never bothered me either.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, surprised. Such a person existed?

But if she had no interest in Adele, no desire to interact with her, and preferred to be alone…

Hermione reconsidered. Perhaps there was no need to banish this girl from the sanctuary where her heart resided.

Modern civilization had tempered even the most ancient beings, including Hermione. They had learned to respect individual differences. While their aristocratic upbringing sometimes reared its head, they were far more tolerant than their ancestors.

“Well, come on in, Hermione,” Adele said, pushing open her bedroom door and gesturing for Hermione to enter. “Welcome to my humble abode. I hope you don’t mind the lack of space.”

“Not at all,” Hermione replied, stepping inside. “Anywhere you are is filled with… your scent. And I love it.”

“My scent? You’re making me blush~” Adele teased, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She leaned into Hermione’s touch, her shyness feeling increasingly natural.

To Hermione, this was a sign that Adele had accepted her. In the past, Adele had always seemed distant, her heart out of reach. But now, it was as if a special room had been built within Adele’s heart, just for her, waiting for her arrival.

Welcome home, Adele seemed to be saying.

There were other rooms too, of course. One for Dorothy, one for Celeste, one for Sharon…

They said the human heart had seven apertures.

Adele, it seemed, had many more.

Such a fickle girl. There would be many more to come.

Filled with anticipation, Hermione stepped into Adele’s room. The door clicked shut behind them.

At that same moment, in the adjacent room, a pair of silver-grey eyes watched through the peephole.

The girl’s body slumped against the door, all strength draining away. She slid to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, a heartbroken sob escaping her lips.

Hermione… It was Hermione…

She couldn’t win. Not against her. Never against her.

Adele had taken Hermione to her room. What were they doing in there?

Whatever it was, Adele wouldn’t be able to resist. And there was nothing she, Sharon, could do to stop it. Just like in the past, she could only watch helplessly as Adele was turned into a plaything in the hands of Dorothy and the others…

No, she couldn’t even bear to watch. All she could do was imagine the girl she loved being subjected to Hermione’s desires…

It was a tragedy.

And as with most fantasies, it was far more intense and cruel than reality. In Sharon’s mind, it was as if Adele had already been claimed by Hermione.

Meanwhile, inside Adele’s room, Hermione sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, her usual regal composure gone. She felt like a nervous schoolgirl who had been invited to her crush’s room for the first time.

Her heart ached with a bittersweet longing. Could this be… love?

Hermione didn’t understand it, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel.

Adele’s room was small, minuscule compared to Hermione’s own bedroom. It was probably smaller than Hermione’s bathroom. But it was neat and organized. A desk piled high with books and papers, a testament to Adele’s diligence. A neatly made bed with a cute cat plushie resting on the pillow, a reminder that despite her circumstances, Adele was still a girl at heart. A vanity table with a few inexpensive cosmetics and a cracked mirror.

Hermione’s heart ached as she took in her surroundings. Her girl deserved better. A better life, a better environment.

But Adele didn’t seem to mind. She smiled, a shy, genuine smile that lit up her entire face.

“Come sit here, Hermione,” she said, patting the spot beside her on the bed. “I apologize, this place is a bit cramped. And I didn’t have time to prepare any snacks or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hermione reassured her, sitting down beside her. “Just seeing you is enough.”

Adele tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Just seeing me? You’re not staying?”

“S-staying?!”

Hermione’s shock was evident. But beneath the surprise, a thrill of excitement shot through her.

It was as if a wave of happiness had crashed over her, leaving her dazed and breathless.

It took her a moment to compose herself. “Is that… alright?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Of course!” Adele replied, her eyes shining.

At that moment, Hermione felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Coming here tonight was the best decision she had ever made.

And the surprises didn’t end there.

Before Hermione could fully process the fact that she was allowed to stay, Adele brushed her hair over her shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. Her skin was pale and smooth, almost translucent in the dim light, the blue veins beneath pulsing with life.

Adele’s breath hitched slightly, her pink eyes sparkling. She reached up and untied the ribbon holding her hair, her shoulders tensing slightly. The movement revealed a sliver of her elegant collarbone, a tantalizing glimpse of the beauty hidden beneath.

Hermione held her breath, her gaze glued to Adele’s every move.

Adele’s eyes met hers, a playful glint in their depths. She bit her lip, her teeth grazing her plump lower lip.

“Tonight…” she whispered, her voice a breathy murmur. “You can have me, Hermione.”

Chapter 65: Adele’s Double Jeopardy

Hermione’s steps faltered, losing their usual decisiveness. It was as if she were afraid, afraid of facing a reality she couldn’t accept. Such an emotion, surfacing in the one known as the Ice Queen, was baffling. This only highlighted the significance of Adele in Hermione’s heart.

She needed a stroke of luck, a reason to dismiss the terrifying thought that had taken root in her mind. However, this luck couldn’t be fabricated by her own retreating thoughts. In other words, regardless of the outcome, acceptable or not, Hermione had to press on.

She had to know the truth.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione focused on the car’s rear window, trying to see through the tinted, privacy-protected glass. She hoped to discern the situation inside, to identify the two figures within.

—Just moments ago, as Hermione’s imposing aura enveloped the car…

Both Adele and Celeste froze mid-action. Adele’s eyes were wide with panic, while Celeste’s blazed with a fiery determination, a fervor that transmitted itself through their magical connection, setting Adele’s own body ablaze. A blush burned on her face.

Celeste, however, remained oblivious to the trouble she had caused. In her mind, this was the moment to dedicate herself… even sacrifice herself… for her beloved Adele!

Only when Adele tugged sharply on the “rein” around her neck did the wild “mare” refocus on her master, who was currently straddling her.

“What do you think you’re doing, you silly dog! Idiot… fool!” Adele hissed, her voice a mixture of urgency and exasperation. “Have you forgotten that you are my Familiar and I am your master?!”

“You’re being impulsive, seeking momentary pleasure,” Adele continued, her voice trembling as her grip tightened on Celeste’s disheveled collar, her knuckles turning white. “Are you content to leave me all alone in this world?!”

Tears welled up in Adele’s eyes. In her gaze, Celeste saw only herself. It was all about her.

The flames in Celeste’s eyes were instantly extinguished by the waves of Adele’s sadness, replaced by a torrent of tears that streamed down her cheeks.

“Master… I…” Celeste stammered, at a loss for words. She didn’t know what to say, how to explain, apologize, or beg for forgiveness.

She had fully realized her mistake. She… she was a stupid, incompetent dog!

But even so, it was Adele’s responsibility as her master to guide her foolish Familiar.

The next moment, Celeste clutched the nameplate on her collar, then released it. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder and clearer.

Adele didn’t believe she possessed exceptional hearing. But perhaps in such a critical, dangerous situation, one’s hidden potential could be unlocked.

She chose the riskiest and boldest approach.

And Celeste, her loyal Familiar, obeyed her master’s command without hesitation.

………………

The renewed sounds from within the car caused Hermione to stop a few steps away. Her entire body stiffened as if encased in ice, her eyes darkening with displeasure. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her expression hardened.

She couldn’t bring herself to take another step closer.

To witness such a vulgar act in broad daylight… her upbringing, her aristocratic education, her sense of decorum, and her own dignity wouldn’t allow it.

The sudden, heightened sounds of a girl’s unrestrained moans, devoid of any dignity, made her cringe. The voice was unfamiliar, belonging neither to Adele nor anyone she knew.

Under such circumstances, to proceed based on a fleeting misperception would be a grave mistake. Not only would she be intruding on others, but she would also be subjecting herself to humiliation.

Yes, Hermione had convinced herself that the soft, seductive voice she thought belonged to Adele was merely her imagination.

Besides, witnessing such a filthy scene would be nothing short of humiliating for someone like her.

With a cold snort, she turned to leave.

However, a lingering unease and a flicker of doubt stopped her. In that moment of turning away, she fought back the rising nausea and snuck one last glance through the car window.

The setting sun cast long shadows inside, and she could just make out the silhouettes of two figures. Though blurred, she could still discern their figures and features: a blonde girl, clearly in a submissive position—and seemingly quite content to be so—and a black-haired girl on top.

Hermione couldn’t make out many details. But from a glance, the blonde girl seemed to have a more mature figure. Though she couldn’t see her face, most of the moans were coming from her. The black-haired girl, on the other hand, had a more petite frame. Hermione could only see her back, a slender and delicate back that stirred a strange urge to get closer.

She resembled Adele—in her physique, her hair length… but…

It couldn’t be Adele. It couldn’t be the kind, innocent, pure, and gentle Adele. The delicate and lovable Adele.

Her Adele.

Adele would never do anything so vulgar. Nor would she be so dominant, so relentless, like the black-haired girl in the car. It was like a scene of a small lion and a mature sheep. The lion, though small, was still a predator, while the strong and large sheep could only become its prey.

Hermione swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She finally tore her gaze away and turned to leave. She couldn’t bear to watch this humiliating spectacle any longer.

It was… disgraceful.

A vampire with such distinct golden blonde hair should be of high rank. In contrast, the petite girl with long, black hair seemed utterly ordinary.

In other words, what was happening in that car defied all logic: a lower-ranking vampire, perhaps even a human, was dominating a higher-ranking one.

This anomaly unsettled Hermione. She couldn’t accept such a thing. It was a complete disregard for order and hierarchy.

Nor could she accept the thought of a delicate, lovely girl like Adele doing the same to her one day.

And she couldn’t even begin to imagine herself reacting in such a submissive way as the blonde girl.

Hermione’s cheeks burned. Unbidden, inappropriate fantasies had crept into her mind.

She shook her head, trying to banish those disturbing images. With long strides, she walked towards her own car, got in, started the engine with a growl, and sped away.

Only the thrill of driving could quiet her mind, even if just for a while, allowing her to forget this awful episode.

It was enough to know that the girl in that car couldn’t possibly be Adele.

Similarly, the blonde girl couldn’t be Celeste. Hermione had heard about Celeste’s recent accomplishments. She had heard how Celeste, instead of succumbing to shame and humiliation, had become the fastest girl in her year to reach the seventh level of Elemental Refinement, earning the title of genius.

Such a Celeste wouldn’t easily submit to anyone, especially not an ordinary vampire who was clearly inferior to her in every way.

So, even though the two girls in the car perfectly matched Celeste and Adele’s appearances, Hermione’s understanding of them led her to conclude that her worries were completely unfounded.

The two in the car couldn’t be Celeste and Adele.

Just like how Hermione firmly believed that she could never be dominated by Adele!

Both scenarios were practically impossible!

Events with a probability approaching zero!

………………

Shortly after Hermione left the parking lot, Celeste and Adele, finally convinced that the coast was clear, relaxed completely. There was no more need for pretense.

The truth was, they hadn’t actually done anything. They had merely been acting, fueled by their imaginations and perhaps a few questionable movies they had seen.

“I’m exhausted… Whew…” Adele mumbled, her voice soft and breathy, as she rested her head on Celeste’s disheveled chest, using her soft bosom as a pillow.

Celeste, still panting, mistook Adele’s exhaustion for something else and chimed in with misplaced eagerness, “Then, Master… how about next time I’m on top… Ow!”

She was rewarded with a swift knock on the head. The blonde girl clutched her reddening forehead, her face scrunching up in a pitiful expression.

“Bad dog! Always trying to overstep your boundaries!” Adele huffed, pinching Celeste’s waist in retaliation.

“N-no… I wouldn’t dare…!” Celeste whimpered.

Seeing Celeste’s remorseful attitude, and still catching her breath, Adele decided to let her off the hook.

They had managed to navigate that close call. Hermione hadn’t become suspicious, nor had she discovered anything.

It was a stroke of luck. If Hermione, with her current power, had discovered them, ten of them wouldn’t have stood a chance against the Ice Queen’s wrath. Celeste would be done for, and Adele wouldn’t fare much better. If Hermione had any yandere tendencies… well, Adele might as well kiss her freedom goodbye and prepare for a lifetime of confinement!

Adele had saved her precious dog.

However, recalling Celeste’s reaction still irked her. Celeste had been ready to sacrifice herself without a second thought. Such a sacrifice would have been foolish and utterly meaningless.

Fortunately, Celeste wasn’t completely unreasonable. She had listened to Adele’s suggestion in the end. By understanding and exploiting Hermione’s psychology and habits, they had managed to escape unscathed.

But they couldn’t relax just yet.

Adele counted down in her head. After about ten seconds, she tore herself away from Celeste’s embrace. She couldn’t afford to indulge in this comfort any longer.

“Get in the driver’s seat,” she instructed Celeste, pushing herself off the other girl and climbing out of the car.

Once Celeste was behind the wheel, Adele ordered, “Drive. Get us out of here. And Celeste, from now on, you are forbidden from parking in this lot. And get a new car. That shouldn’t be difficult, right?”

With the current state of the used car market, especially considering Celeste’s wealth, getting a new car was a trivial matter.

“It’s not a problem at all, Master. I understand,” Celeste replied, her voice subdued.

“You disagree?” Adele asked, noticing Celeste’s almost-sullen expression through the rearview mirror.

Adele’s heart softened. The scolding she had prepared for Celeste died in her throat.

“No, Master. I don’t disagree…” Celeste said, her voice barely a whisper.

“A good soldier accepts punishment. Weakness is a sin…” she continued, her voice thick with emotion. “The only thing that pains me is that you had to sacrifice yourself for me. For someone useless like me…”

Adele’s heart ached. The feeling of being wronged, that she had seen in Celeste’s eyes… it wasn’t for herself, but for Adele.

“It’s alright, Celeste. I’m not blaming you,” Adele reassured her, her voice softening. “And you’re not useless. You’re not weak. The only difference between you and Hermione is time. You have limitless potential, potential even I can’t predict…”

That was a lie. According to the original story, Celeste’s time was running out. There was no potential left to speak of.

But this wasn’t the original story anymore. Adele was here now, and she would do everything in her power to protect her precious dog, to protect Celeste. She would rewrite Celeste’s ending.

Celeste had a future again. A future filled with endless possibilities.

Who said a Sequence Two couldn’t surpass a Sequence One? Adele was only a Sequence Five, yet she aspired to make all those Sequence Ones meow at her feet.

The car sped away from the school, Celeste driving Adele around the city center until Adele suddenly spoke up.

“Stop at the mall ahead. Let’s walk around and unwind a bit.”

“You sure it’s not for shopping…?” Celeste asked tentatively.

Adele’s cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh, you know me so well! But even if it is for shopping, you’ll still buy me whatever I want, right?”

“Of course, Master! I’ll buy you anything you desire!” Celeste quickly declared her loyalty, which, to be fair, she had always demonstrated.

“Hmph, that’s what I thought~” Adele said smugly, a triumphant smile gracing her lips.

Once Celeste parked the car, Adele immediately linked her arm with Celeste’s and led her into the mall. Celeste basked in the affectionate gesture. Adele was never stingy with rewards for her obedient pet.

They strolled through the mall, chatting and laughing. Adele had been sincere about wanting to cheer Celeste up. However, Celeste wasn’t wrong either; Adele also had a shopping itch to scratch.

Perhaps it was just a woman thing…

In any case, after an enjoyable evening of chatting and shopping, Celeste dropped Adele off at her apartment near the school. However, contrary to Celeste’s hopes, Adele had no intention of staying the night.

After dropping off her shopping bags, Adele pulled out her new phone and ordered a ride back to the academy.

“Why… aren’t you staying, Master?” Celeste asked, her voice small and laced with disappointment. She had hoped to experience the “lessons” from that night once more…

To her surprise, Adele, who had been all gentle and affectionate just moments ago, suddenly turned cold.

“A master doesn’t need to explain everything to her Familiar,” she stated, her voice firm. “You just need to follow my orders. Sometimes, Celeste, I wonder if I’ve spoiled you too much.”

Adele knew when to be warm and when to be ruthless.

Under Adele’s chilling gaze, Celeste crumbled. Her shoulders trembled as she knelt down and kissed Adele’s foot, her eyes filled with remorse and devotion. A sincere apology to her beloved master.

“I’m sorry, my Master…”

Adele simply hummed in response and turned to leave, her heart strangely unmoved.

After a sweet reward, a firm hand was needed. Celeste needed this time to reflect on her actions. Consider this a cooling-off period, Adele thought to herself. Otherwise, next time they encounter another Sequence One, Celeste might just cause even more trouble.

As for why Adele chose to return to her tiny dorm room instead of staying at Celeste’s luxurious apartment… she couldn’t shake off the strange absence of Sharon in her dreams that afternoon.

She wanted to see if Sharon would visit her dreams tonight.

Adele’s reason had won over her emotions.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Because that night, in her dorm room, it wasn’t Sharon who appeared in her dreams.

It was a knock on her door in the dead of night…

—And Hermione standing on the other side.

Chapter 64: Adele, Danger!

“You… Shameless!”

Despite her words, Adele blushed. She nervously glanced around, relieved to see no one paying attention. Then, she hurried towards Celeste, the warm glow of the setting sun stretching their shadows long and lean.

It was a romantic silhouette worth remembering. A scene of one girl, rushing towards another.

Reaching Celeste, Adele lightly pinched the soft flesh of her waist as punishment, eliciting a gasp from the other girl. Yet, the sensation in Celeste’s abdomen was warm, devoid of pain or coldness. It proved that her master didn’t reject her self-proclaimed title.

Perhaps, there was even a secret delight. It was just that her master was too shy to admit it.

Either way, Celeste was overjoyed that her boldness pleased her master instead of angering her. Her heart, which had been hanging in the balance, finally settled down.

“Get in the car,” Adele commanded, her gaze lingering on the snow-white neck where the collar adorned Celeste’s throat.

Celeste nodded and opened the door, about to return to the driver’s seat. But just then, Adele tugged at the corner of her trench coat. Their eyes met, and Adele gave Celeste a knowing look, leaving the interpretation to her. Then, she slipped into the spacious back seat, intentionally leaving the door ajar.

Celeste froze for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She pursed her lips, feigning composure, but her eagerness was evident in the haste with which she slid into the back seat. Finally, with a click, she shut the door, using the tip of her high-heeled shoe.

Theirs was a lost paradise, found only in each other.

Through the car windows, only two intertwined figures, one taller and one smaller, could be seen on the back seat. Faint gasps escaped the car, too quiet to be heard unless one was very close.

Whether it was punishment or reward, Celeste offered no resistance under Adele’s advances. Adele even untied her ribbon, letting her long, dark hair cascade down like a waterfall, spilling over Celeste’s waist and chest. Then, she used the ribbon to bind Celeste’s wrists, wrapping it around and around, tightening it slightly according to her own desire. It left faint red marks on the girl’s delicate wrists, marks that would soon disappear.

Slowly and deliberately, under Celeste’s infatuated gaze, Adele tied a loose knot. It was the kind that Celeste could easily break free from with a little effort. Adele glanced at her playfully, her gaze traveling down Celeste’s form, conveying a sense of pride. It was as if she was saying, “Go on, puppy. Try to break free.”

Celeste felt as if she were melting under Adele’s charming and amorous gaze. Escaping was the last thing on her mind. She was utterly devoted to her master, just as Adele trusted her Familiar implicitly. Their understanding transcended words, though it wasn’t yet as profound as the telepathic connection between Amaterasu Kuro and Tsukimi Shiro, the Sequence One twins rumored to know each other’s thoughts and feelings from a distance.

However, it seemed like only a matter of time before Adele and Celeste reached that level of intimacy.

Adele admired her handiwork with satisfaction. She then hooked her finger on the collar around Celeste’s neck, her fingers brushing against the cold, silver nameplate. She felt the warmth where it touched Celeste’s skin, contrasting with the coolness facing her. She felt the weight of her name, “Adele,” engraved on it. Her delicate fingers gently caressed the inscription, her mind awhirl with thoughts.

Celeste had done this without being told.

Adele’s eyes deepened, and a subtle smile played on her lips. What a disobedient “bad puppy” she was.

She realized Celeste had probably been wearing the collar all afternoon, living, studying, interacting with classmates, and strolling around campus as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In the eyes of others, even those who disliked her, she was still the dignified and noble Sequence Two, perhaps with the added title of “Elemental Genius” after her dazzling performance in the morning training session that impressed all the first-years and marked her as a student worthy of special attention from the academy’s instructors.

But in Celeste’s own eyes… she was nothing more than a fawning dog, yearning for her master’s affection. The thought of the collar, a symbol of her belonging to Adele, sent thrills down her spine. It was a collar that her master had personally put on her.

However, there was one small addition to the collar—a nameplate that Celeste had engraved herself. Without any assistance, she had meticulously carved it with a file, almost cutting her fingers in the process. It bore her master’s name: Adele, a name so beautiful and warm.

Celeste had pets when she was younger. She knew that if a pet got lost, people could use the nameplate on its collar to help it find its way back to its owner. Celeste would never get lost. However, she wanted to express her love for her master in the same way.

Now, with her master’s small hand clasping the nameplate and her master looking at her with such intensity, Celeste was overjoyed. She couldn’t help but crave approval, a reward.

So, she exhaled a sweet, orchid-like fragrance, her soft voice winding through the confined space of the car. “Master… do you like it?”

Adele, however, seemed to be teasing her, or perhaps whetting her appetite, by remaining silent.

Until she suddenly leaned down and kissed the silver nameplate. Her lips also brushed against Celeste’s soft, snowy neck. Glancing down, Adele noticed two cute, brown-scabbed bite marks on the side of Celeste’s neck.

Seeing this, the playful teasing in Adele’s heart melted away. “I love it…”

As she spoke, Adele leaned her entire weight onto Celeste. The girl was so light. She embraced her, burying her face in Celeste’s ample bosom and nuzzling gently.

Celeste wished time could slow down, greedier than ever. She wanted to freeze time at this beautiful moment. But that was obviously not what she truly desired. She could already envision a future hand-in-hand with her master, filled with even more beautiful and blissful moments to experience, enjoy, and cherish as memories.

So, let time slow down a little, just enough for her and her master to savor each other’s presence, to linger in this moment for a while longer.

………………

Overwhelmed by Celeste’s sudden display of affection, Adele seemed to have forgotten something important. Something crucial.

Something about this area. About this open-air parking lot.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t familiar with it. In fact, she should have recognized it. And she should have had a vivid memory of it.

Because that day, after Celeste had cornered her in the locker room, Hermione had rescued her and brought her to where she had parked her car… which was none other than this parking lot within the academy!

In other words, Hermione was in the habit of parking her car here when she commuted to and from school!

And indeed, that was the case. As Sequence Ones, they had their own permanent, free parking spaces in this area. Since Hermione was too lazy to buy another parking space, she had made it a habit to park here.

Therefore, as Adele and Celeste were intimately entangled in the back seat, lost in their own world, it never crossed Adele’s mind that the Ice Queen might coincidentally walk past Celeste’s car, dragging her tired body.

Even though she was tired, Hermione still wore a smile on her face. Those who knew Hermione well would be astonished by this sight. The Ice Queen, smiling to herself as if she were lost in a pleasant daydream? It was almost unbelievable.

But there was a reason for it.

Hermione had spent the entire day searching for a way to defeat Dorothy. She had even humbly sought advice from several “seniors” within the academy. These seniors had not only answered her questions but had also shared some secrets with her. Hermione was thrilled with the information she had received. In addition, her teacher had praised her progress during their private training session.

All these factors contributed to the current scene of Hermione walking alone towards her car, a faint smile gracing her lips.

However, her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a frown and a look of utter disdain.

In broad daylight, how could someone… in the academy, no less…

It was truly outrageous! Shameless!

Apparently, as Hermione passed by Celeste’s luxury car, she happened to hear faint, yet unmistakable, sounds of intimacy coming from within. The car, which was swaying slightly, seemed to indicate that something improper was happening inside.

Cursing under her breath, Hermione, though belonging to the more conservative faction of vampires, knew better than to pry into other people’s business. So, she quickened her pace, her cheeks flushing crimson.

It seemed that even the elegant and pure Ice Queen couldn’t escape the reality that as a vampire, the closest to humans, her body still craved physical intimacy.

Craved… love.

And love encompassed not only the mutual attraction and infatuation of souls but also the pleasure and beauty of physical intimacy. However, Hermione had never imagined seeking such experiences and pleasures from other girls. The only girl she could think of, the girl who haunted her every thought, was Adele.

Unconsciously, Adele’s every frown and smile, every move and gesture, filled Hermione’s mind, making her ache with longing. Her body grew warm, and Adele’s voice echoed in her memories.

Her voice was soft and gentle, always hesitant and sweet, her shyness resembling that of a kitten or a bunny.

And then, she would softly call her name.

“Hermione.”

“Hermione is amazing.”

“Hermione, can I hug you?”

“Hermione, I like—”

It was a beautiful fantasy, one that even the always-composed Hermione couldn’t help but lose herself in.

But suddenly, Adele’s smiling face in her mind shattered into pieces. The girl’s voice faded away like the tide receding.

Hermione froze, her entire body stiffening.

She had just remembered the soft gasps she had heard coming from the car earlier. It had sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it at the time.

But as Hermione’s imagination ran wilder, the gasps slowly merged with Adele’s voice in her memory.

When the almost insane possibility took root in Hermione’s heart, she forgot to breathe. Her ice-blue pupils contracted sharply, turning into deep blue dots.

At the same time, frost spread over the grass within a hundred meters, and flower petals withered instantly, fluttering down like snowflakes.

This level of magical reaction was enough to attract the attention of the academy’s guards. Although Hermione quickly regained control of her terrifying power, the frozen, frost-covered surroundings would soon tell the story of what had transpired here.

The story of a Sequence One’s sudden loss of control.

And what had triggered Hermione’s loss of control… was a seemingly insignificant, innocent girl.

Hermione gasped for breath, her chest heaving. She turned around.

Step by step, the Ice Queen walked back towards the car, her pupils still trembling violently.

Almost at the same time that Hermione lost control, the car stopped shaking.

It seemed that someone inside had also realized something.

As if a giant red character had suddenly appeared above Adele’s head, with a terrifying exclamation mark.

—DANGER!

Chapter 63: Carving Your Name

*Because of you… I’m willing to face the cruelty of reality.*

………………

*I Tricked a Shy, Innocent Girl into Sleeping With Me, and Then I Fell Asleep*

Adele woke from her nap with a jolt, her mind racing. That… sounded like the title of a light novel. Maybe she should try writing one. It would probably be a bestseller in this world.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, she had fallen asleep!

And she couldn’t remember anything about her dreams. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall a single detail.

*This is bad!*

Had she lost her ability to retain her memories from dreams? If so… it meant that no matter what Sharon did to her in her dreams… she wouldn’t remember any of it!

*What’s the point of having a dream harem if you can’t even remember the good parts?*

*Ahem. Focus, Adele.*

There was another explanation, a more likely one: Sharon hadn’t entered her dreams at all. She hadn’t even tried.

As Adele was pondering this, Sharon, who had been sleeping beside her, stirred, her eyes slowly opening.

The most beautiful thing in the world was waking up next to the person you loved. It might not have been morning, and there might not have been a gentle breeze caressing their faces, but for Sharon, seeing Adele’s sleeping face was enough to fill her heart with joy.

“You’re awake, Adele…” she whispered, her voice soft, her gaze filled with adoration.

“I forgot to say good afternoon. Can I say it now?”

Before Adele could even respond, she blurted out, “Good afternoon, Adele.”

Adele, who had been momentarily panicked by Sharon’s sudden awakening, blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks flushing. She instinctively snuggled closer to Sharon, her body seeking warmth, comfort, a touch that sent shivers down Sharon’s spine.

She was so vulnerable, so adorable, so… irresistible.

And they were in bed.

Sharon’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. Adele’s movement, her closeness, sent a very clear, very exciting message.

“Good afternoon, Sharon… When did I fall asleep?” Adele asked, her voice soft, her gaze meeting Sharon’s. She was fishing for information, trying to gauge Sharon’s reaction, to see if she had noticed anything… off.

“You… don’t remember?” Sharon asked, her voice barely a whisper, her pale gold eyes darting around, her cheeks burning with a blush that spread down her neck.

They said love could transform a person, make them shine from within. And it was true. Even Adele, who was usually so critical, couldn’t deny that Sharon, her hair tousled, her clothes askew, looked… captivating.

Her every movement, her every word, was laced with a shy, innocent sensuality that made Adele’s heart race.

And the way she phrased it, “that,” made it sound like they had done something… well, something far more intimate than simply sharing a bit of blood.

But the two bite marks on Sharon’s neck were a clear indication of what had actually transpired.

“You seemed so tired,” Sharon continued, her voice soft, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “You just… fell asleep in my arms.”

“It’s… a bit embarrassing, actually.”

“I wasn’t sleepy at all.”

“So… I just… pretended to sleep, watching over you.”

“I was going to be your ‘human alarm clock,’ you know? Wake you up when it was time for class.”

Sharon’s attempt at humor was surprisingly charming.

“You have class this afternoon, after all.”

She didn’t mention the fact that she had spent the entire time staring at Adele’s sleeping face, her mind filled with… well, let’s just say her thoughts hadn’t been entirely pure.

She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t want Adele to think she was some kind of pervert.

Adele breathed a sigh of relief.

*So she didn’t try to… do anything to me in my dreams!*

*Thank goodness!*

*I knew it. Sharon is too timid to… well, to take the lead.*

Reassured, Adele snuggled closer to Sharon, her body seeking warmth, comfort, a touch that sent shivers down Sharon’s spine.

She had developed a fondness for cuddling lately. It was an unconscious act, a natural expression of her… well, of her inherent cuteness.

Sharon’s heart pounded in her chest, her bones aching with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t help but tighten her embrace, pulling Adele closer.

Their eyes met, Adele’s gaze innocent, trusting, her pink eyes shining with a warmth that melted Sharon’s heart.

“So… my human alarm clock, how long until it goes off?” Adele asked, her voice playful.

“F-Five minutes…” Sharon stammered, her mind still reeling from Adele’s touch, her words betraying the fact that she knew Adele’s nap schedule.

“Five minutes…” Adele repeated, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Before Sharon could even process what that meant, Adele’s hand darted out, her fingers tickling Sharon’s side, sending a wave of uncontrollable laughter through her body.

“Haha… S-Stop it… Haha… Adele! Please…!”

“Spare me… Heehee…”

Sharon had no defenses against Adele’s playful assault. She was completely at her mercy.

Adele was enjoying herself immensely, her laughter echoing through the room as Sharon squirmed beneath her, her protests halfhearted, her body betraying her with its eagerness to be touched.

And then, Adele suddenly stopped, her movements stilled.

She felt a warm trickle running down her nose.

She touched her nose, her fingers coming away stained with blood.

Her vision swam, her body swaying.

She didn’t faint. She wasn’t squeamish. If she were, she wouldn’t have survived this long as a vampire.

But she was definitely shocked.

Sharon, her concern evident, scrambled out of bed, her gaze frantic as she searched for tissues.

After a bit of frantic dabbing, Adele’s nosebleed finally stopped.

When Sharon asked what had happened, Adele blamed it on the dry weather and her recent overindulgence in spicy food.

But she knew the real reason.

She had been… overdoing it lately. Drinking from both Celeste and Sharon, two high-quality blood sources… it had been a bit too much for her system to handle.

She had gotten carried away. It was her first time being a vampire, after all, and she had been enjoying the… perks.

She’d have to be more careful in the future.

But as she was berating herself for her gluttony, she didn’t notice Sharon glancing at the bloodstained tissues in the trash can, her throat tightening, her fangs aching.

Of course, she wouldn’t do anything… inappropriate. She might be insecure, but she wasn’t desperate.

She wanted to earn Adele’s trust, her affection, her… permission. She wanted to taste that precious blood, that sweet nectar, with Adele’s consent.

Until then, she would simply have to make do with the blood bags in the fridge.

*Patience, Sharon… Patience.*

They had wasted quite a bit of time, and if they didn’t leave soon, they’d be late for class.

They quickly got dressed and headed out.

As they were leaving, Adele glanced at the door next to hers, her brow furrowing slightly.

“I wonder who lives next door,” she said, her voice casual, as if she were simply making conversation. “You won’t believe this, but I’ve been living here since the semester started, and I’ve never even seen her.”

“…” Sharon was too terrified to speak.

“But she must be a kind, gentle soul,” Adele continued, her voice softening.

“…Why?”

“Because she’s always so considerate. She never makes any noise.” Adele smiled.

“It’s not her fault that she’s a recluse. People have different personalities.”

“I admire outgoing, energetic people. But I also admire quiet, introverted girls.”

“They’re capable of love too, just like us.”

Sharon pondered Adele’s words, her heart filled with a strange mixture of hope and despair.

They parted ways at a secluded spot near the school building.

Adele waved goodbye, and then, seeing that they were alone, she pulled Sharon into a hug.

Even though the sun was hidden behind a cloud, Sharon felt a warmth spread through her body, as if she were bathed in sunshine.

………………

Friday afternoon seemed to fly by. Adele was settling into the rhythm of school life, her days filled with a mixture of boredom and… well, let’s just say she was enjoying her newfound freedom.

She had even developed a habit of “accidentally” dropping her pen during class, using the opportunity to steal glances at Linlang’s legs, her gaze lingering on the smooth skin above her knee-high socks.

*It’s not peeking if it’s my wife… Right?*

Anyway, the afternoon classes ended without incident.

Adele and Linlang parted ways at the classroom door.

“Sorry, Linlang, I have plans today. I can’t walk you home,” Adele said, her voice apologetic.

Linlang’s fists clenched.

“…Who are you meeting?”

“Celeste,” Adele said, her voice casual. She had no reason to hide anything from Linlang.

Linlang frowned, her expression a mixture of confusion and disapproval.

“Why… Why are you still seeing her?”

“You don’t have to put up with her anymore, Adele.”

“If you need money… well, my family’s house is being demolished. I’m… I’m going to be rich soon.”

“It’ll just take a while for the money to come through.”

Adele sighed, her expression softening as she reached out to gently stroke Linlang’s hair.

“Linlang, I know you’re worried, but… Celeste and I are just friends now.”

*Well, friends who are also mistress and pet… But that’s not important.*

“She’s not a bad person. She might have made some mistakes in the past, but she’s trying to change.”

“Honestly, I think you two should try to get along. Give each other a chance.”

Adele didn’t want her harem to be filled with drama and infighting. It would be a headache.

Linlang sniffled, her expression unconvinced. She probably still believed that Celeste was manipulating Adele, using her wealth and influence to keep her under her thumb.

Adele couldn’t change her mind, not yet. She just had to maintain a delicate balance, to keep both of her “wings” happy.

She would spend time with Celeste today, and then… well, maybe she’d take Linlang shopping next time.

She waved goodbye to Linlang, her thoughts already drifting towards her upcoming date.

Linlang watched her go, her gaze lingering long after Adele had disappeared from sight.

Adele, her footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and gold, made her way to the academy’s outdoor parking lot, where a sleek, black car awaited her.

A girl with long, golden hair, wearing sunglasses and a long trench coat, emerged from the car.

*Celeste…* Adele smiled, her heart skipping a beat.

She approached the car, and then, with a mischievous grin, she tossed her bag at Celeste.

“Fetch, puppy~”

Celeste caught the bag, her lips curving into a smile.

“But if I fetch, I can’t call you ‘Master’ anymore~”

Her gaze was filled with a playful adoration.

Adele, momentarily speechless, huffed, her cheeks flushing.

And then, Celeste winked, her expression suddenly shy, her cheeks turning pink.

Before Adele could react, Celeste took a deep breath, her fingers reaching up to slowly unbutton her trench coat, revealing her long, slender neck… and the black collar that encircled it, a stark contrast against her pale skin.

In the center of the collar, a small, silver nameplate gleamed in the sunlight. It was intricately engraved with a single word:

“Adele”

 

Chapter 62: Yearning for the Real Adele

Blood thirst, one of the most defining characteristics of vampires, was often referred to as their “inherent flaw.” However, some believed it was a curse, a divine affliction bestowed upon them by the gods. It was said to reside within the True Blood left behind by the deceased deities. The True Ancestors, having consumed this divine blood, inherited this curse and passed it down through their lineage.

If a vampire failed to quench their blood thirst, they risked transforming into a mindless monster, their sanity crumbling, their “SAN points” plummeting, as some might say. From this perspective, vampires were quite Lovecraftian indeed.

Generally, a vampire’s blood thirst manifested once a week. In its early stages, it was manageable, controllable through willpower. Even the most ravenous, blood-obsessed vampire shouldn’t experience it twice within such a short period.

Therefore, Adele’s sudden blood thirst was undoubtedly… a ruse!

After all, she had just indulged in Celeste’s delectable blood the previous night. The bite marks on Celeste’s neck hadn’t even faded! Or perhaps Celeste cherished them, unwilling to let them disappear. After all, high-ranking vampires possessed remarkable regenerative abilities…

Regardless, it was inconceivable for Adele to experience blood thirst again so soon after draining Celeste. It defied all logic.

Furthermore, the quality of Celeste’s blood was exceptional. While not as potent as Hermione’s or Dorothy’s, it was still incredibly nourishing, akin to a human consuming a potent restorative tonic. It was impossible for Adele to experience blood thirst due to insufficient or low-quality blood.

Adele was playing a game of information asymmetry. Sweet, innocent Sharon had no idea that Adele and Celeste were still very much… connected.

They were mistress and pet, after all!

This made it even more improbable for Sharon to know that Adele had already satisfied her blood thirst with Celeste. Sharon’s desire to help stemmed from genuine concern, a concern that had overwhelmed her rational thought. She had completely forgotten about the blood bags provided by the academy, readily available in Adele’s room.

There was no need for her to offer herself.

But in that moment, her mind, clouded by worry, had fixated on this as the only solution.

High-ranking vampires were meant to be the predators, the wolves, the tigers, the apex predators of the vampire world. Lowly Sequence Fives, on the other hand, were the prey, the sheep, the most vulnerable creatures in the food chain.

And yet, in Adele’s room, a scene that would have baffled any seasoned vampire was unfolding. The wolf was offering its neck to the sheep.

Not for slaughter, but… almost.

Sharon had exposed her most delicate point, allowing Adele to see the alluring blue veins pulsing beneath her pale skin. She had turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushed, her hand tucking a stray strand of silvery-gray hair behind her ear.

Adele’s pink eyes darkened, a crimson hunger swirling within their depths.

And then, without hesitation, she sank her fangs into Sharon’s neck.

*Sweet… So sweet…*

Adele finally understood the obsession Dorothy and the others had with her. Her blood was… unique. Precious.

And after experiencing high-quality blood, drinking from a blood bag was like… well, it was like chewing on tasteless wax. Bland, unappetizing, almost repulsive.

Adele drank deeply, Sharon’s soft gasps fueling her hunger, her excitement growing with each passing moment.

“Ahn…!” Sharon cried out, a wave of pain coursing through her. It was a pain she had never experienced before.

But even as the pain intensified, a strange joy blossomed within her. Was this the legendary “painful pleasure?”

The thought of easing Adele’s suffering, of helping her regain her strength and composure, filled her with a sense of fulfillment, a giddy elation. Dopamine surged through her system, the pleasure centers of her brain lighting up, overriding the pain.

She had surrendered completely, her arms wrapping around Adele’s back, her body welcoming the touch, the bite, the draining of her life force.

Her cheeks should have paled, her skin turning clammy, but instead, a feverish blush spread across her face.

The more Adele needed her, the more she felt… alive. Loved.

Love was need. And Sharon needed Adele.

And Adele… needed her.

*This… This is perfect.*

“Mmm…!”

Adele’s embrace tightened, her fangs digging deeper as she lost herself in the moment, her earlier resolve to be gentle forgotten.

Sharon was petite, delicate, her body fragile compared to Adele’s. Adele’s embrace, fueled by her blood thirst, was almost bruising, her sharp nails digging into Sharon’s bare back.

Sharon, unable to withstand Adele’s strength, stumbled back, her legs hitting the edge of Adele’s bed. The neatly made sheets and pillows wouldn’t remain pristine for long.

She offered no resistance as Adele pushed her onto the bed, straddling her, her position allowing for easier access to Sharon’s blood.

The room, sealed and silent, was filled with the sounds of their struggle, Sharon’s soft moans mingling with Adele’s ragged breaths.

………………

Time seemed to stand still.

And then, finally, silence descended upon the room.

Sharon opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused, her mind hazy, as she stared at the ceiling.

It was a pure, pristine white.

It was the first time she had been in Adele’s room, not through her carefully constructed illusions, but in reality, as a friend, a… well, something more than a friend.

The air was filled with dust motes, dancing in the sunlight streaming through the half-open window, like tiny, glittering fairies.

Her breathing slowed, her heart rate returning to normal. She turned her head, her gaze settling on Adele, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, her arm wrapped around Sharon’s waist, her expression serene, her lips curved into a contented smile.

She looked so beautiful, so peaceful.

Her hair was a mess, strands of black silk framing her face, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. Her lips, still slightly swollen from their earlier… encounter, were a delicate shade of pink, their scent intoxicating.

She was breathtaking.

No words could adequately describe her beauty, her allure.

Sharon felt herself drowning in her gaze, her heart overflowing with a love that bordered on obsession.

She had no doubt that Adele was truly asleep. After all, she had exhausted herself during the Magic Training class, and then… well, Sharon had helped her with her blood thirst. It was only natural that she would fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

But Adele was, of course, faking it.

Firstly, it prevented any awkwardness, any explanations, once her blood thirst subsided.

Secondly, it allowed her to quickly shift the battlefield, to lure Sharon into her dreams, where she could… well, let’s just say she had plans.

And thirdly… well, there was a rather embarrassing reason.

Even Adele, with her shameless personality, couldn’t quite face Sharon after what had just happened.

So, she was hiding, pretending to sleep.

Don’t think for a second that Adele didn’t feel a shred of guilt, a flicker of remorse. She wasn’t some heartless monster who would devour a girl and then discard her without a second thought.

Sharon’s sacrifice, her willingness to give Adele everything she had… it had touched Adele’s heart in a way she hadn’t expected.

But as the minutes ticked by, Adele’s eyelids growing heavy, her mind drifting towards sleep, Sharon still hadn’t made a move.

She simply watched Adele sleep, her gaze filled with a love that was both tender and possessive. If she could, she would have stared at her forever, memorizing every detail of her face, her body, her scent.

For the first time, Sharon found herself wanting… more.

More than just dreams.

She wanted the real Adele.

Even if it meant embracing the harsh realities of the waking world.

Chapter 61: Sharon’s Devotion

Perhaps Celeste could have arrived a little later. That way, Adele and Sharon might have at least managed to eat something before being forced to flee the restaurant.

But Adele didn’t dwell on it. She simply took Sharon to a nearby supermarket, bought a loaf of bread and a couple of yogurts, and then led her to a shady bench, where they enjoyed their impromptu lunch. It was a simple meal, but they ate with gusto, their shared laughter echoing through the air. They were like a down-on-their-luck couple, their love unwavering despite their poverty.

Sharon wasn’t picky. She had eaten her fair share of convenience store meals. She was more worried about Adele, who seemed to be enjoying the bread and yogurt with a surprising enthusiasm.

Sharon’s thoughts drifted back to the scene at the restaurant, her heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and a strange, unfamiliar excitement.

Adele… she had protected Sharon, defended her against that other girl.

And Celeste’s words… they had revealed something important: Adele had a phobia of germs.

Which meant… she shouldn’t have shared her drink with Sharon. Especially not with the same straw!

But she had.

It meant… she didn’t mind sharing her drink with Sharon. She considered Sharon… acceptable. Clean. Pure.

*Maybe… maybe I’m special to her…*

The thought sent a wave of heat through Sharon’s body, her cheeks burning with a blush she couldn’t control. She quickly lowered her head, taking a large bite of bread, her silvery-gray bangs hiding her face.

She choked, her throat constricting.

Adele, ever attentive, immediately set aside her own food and leaned over, her hand gently patting Sharon’s back.

“Slow down, Sharon. Is it too dry? I’ll get you some water!”

“N-No, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. This is all I could afford.”

“I wanted to treat you to a nice meal at the restaurant, but… well, you know.”

“You know” referred to Celeste’s unexpected arrival and the ensuing drama. After that public confrontation, there was no way they could have stayed at the restaurant. So, they had left their food behind, a potential bonus for the waitstaff.

And now, Adele was… broke.

She sighed dramatically, hoping to elicit a bit of sympathy from Sharon.

Sharon, realizing that Adele, the one who was actually poor and vulnerable, had spent her precious allowance on her, felt a surge of guilt. The bread in her hand suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

“Adele, actually, I could…”

She wanted to tell Adele that even though she received very little support from her family, the human government provided her with a generous monthly allowance. And unlike the other Sequence Ones, who seemed to blow through their money on designer clothes and luxury goods, she was a simple girl, her expenses minimal. She had saved quite a bit of money.

If Adele needed it… she would gladly give her everything she had.

Her thoughts were an open book, her sincerity shining through.

If Adele had been a gold-digger, she would have pounced on this opportunity. But she was playing a longer game.

“Could what?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful curiosity.

“I just… I was just thinking that if you need money, Adele, I could give you…”

“Sharon, what are you saying?!”

“Eep…!” Sharon flinched, her shoulders hunching as Adele’s voice rose in indignation.

“How could I possibly take your money? Do you think I need your charity?”

“N-No! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Whether you meant it or not, Sharon, if you think I’m only being nice to you because of your money, then I’m very disappointed in you.”

Adele bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with a carefully crafted vulnerability.

“Ever since Dorothy set her sights on me, I haven’t had a moment’s peace,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Day after day, I’ve endured their torment, their mockery, their… touch.”

“Because of them, I can’t even have normal friends, normal relationships.”

“But I still crave those things. That’s why I believed Celeste, why I thought she was being sincere.”

“But now… it seems she’s just like the others, a shallow woman who thinks she can buy my affection with material possessions.”

Sharon’s heart ached. She felt like she had been stabbed.

*Shallow… I’m such an idiot…*

She should have realized that if Adele wanted wealth and power, all she had to do was submit to Dorothy. Dorothy could give her everything, far more than Sharon or Celeste could ever hope to offer.

But Adele hadn’t. Because she wasn’t the kind of girl who could be bought. She just wanted… a friend. Someone who cared about her.

And Sharon… she hadn’t even considered that. She was such a fool!

Adele’s voice softened, her words laced with a genuine sadness.

“You’re the only one who’s ever been truly kind to me, Sharon.”

“You don’t crave my blood, and you’ve never been rough with me.”

“I still remember that time you bandaged my wounds, wiped away my tears, whispered words of comfort in my ear.”

“That’s when I realized… you were different.”

“I wanted to be close to you, to be your friend.”

Sharon finally understood. Adele had been so open, so affectionate, because Dorothy and the others weren’t around. It was just the two of them, and Adele had felt safe, free to express her true feelings.

“So please, Sharon, don’t ever say that again.”

“This time… I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”

“But remember this: I’m not a bad woman who only cares about money!”

*Well, not only about money…*

“I know… I know…” Sharon stammered, her cheeks burning with a blush that spread down her neck. Her pale gold eyes, however, shone with a sincerity that Adele couldn’t ignore.

Adele smiled, her heart softening. She pulled Sharon into a hug, her arms wrapping around her small, trembling body. She didn’t even mind Sharon’s cheek brushing against her chest.

Sharon, overwhelmed by this sudden display of affection, felt like she had been pulled back from the brink of despair, her heart soaring with a joy that was almost painful.

Adele’s chest might have looked flat, but it was surprisingly soft, surprisingly… addictive.

*No tits, no Sequence One, I guess…*

Anyway, the awkwardness, the tension, quickly dissipated as they held each other close, their bodies seeking comfort, reassurance.

Sharon’s perception of Adele shifted, her admiration growing. She was so selfless, so pure… In this materialistic world, her kindness was like a rare blue diamond, precious and irreplaceable.

Next to Adele, even Sharon, a Sequence One with a vast fortune, felt… inadequate.

But recognizing your own flaws, your shortcomings, was the first step towards self-improvement.

Unconsciously, Sharon had found a role model, someone to aspire to, someone to… well, let’s just say her feelings for Adele were becoming more than just friendship.

After lunch, they walked back to Adele’s dorm, their hands clasped together.

Sharon, however, was starting to panic. When Adele had suggested going back to her dorm, Sharon’s first instinct had been to run. She was terrified of Adele discovering her secret: that she had been secretly living next door to her, like a stalker.

If Adele found out…

Sharon didn’t dare to imagine the consequences. “Ending their friendship” would be the least of her worries!

“I… I live in a different dorm building. It’s quite far from here. Maybe we should just…”

“You’re not walking me home, Sharon?” Adele asked, her voice soft, her pink eyes wide and innocent, her expression a masterpiece of carefully crafted vulnerability.

Sharon’s breath hitched. How could she possibly refuse?

“Okay… I’ll walk you home, and then… I’ll go back to my own dorm.”

“Yay!”

Who knew what Adele was planning? But Sharon was putty in her hands. All Adele had to do was bat her eyelashes, and Sharon would crumble.

On the way back, Adele didn’t bother giving directions. She simply walked beside Sharon, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Sharon, oblivious, led the way, her mind racing.

“Do you know where I live, Sharon?” Adele asked, her voice casual.

Sharon’s blood ran cold.

*I shouldn’t know where she lives!*

*I’m such an idiot!*

She scrambled for an excuse.

“…No, I just… I thought all the lowerclassmen lived in this area.”

*She’s so kind…* Adele thought, touched by Sharon’s attempt to protect her pride. She hadn’t mentioned Adele’s low Sequence ranking, only that she was a “lowerclassman.”

Of course, even among lowerclassmen, those with higher Sequence rankings received better accommodations, some even getting their own private apartments or villas. They didn’t have to share rooms with roommates.

“Oh, okay~” Adele nodded, her voice noncommittal. She took the lead, guiding Sharon towards her dorm.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief.

And then, something unexpected happened. Something wonderful.

Adele… invited her into her room!

“Come in and sit for a bit~”

“This is the first time I’ve ever invited a friend to my room.”

“It feels… special. And… I’m happy!”

“Aren’t you happy, Sharon?”

“Or… is my room too shabby for you? Do you… disapprove?”

Adele’s emotions were always so intense, so genuine. When she was happy, her entire face lit up, her joy infectious. And when she was sad, or insecure… well, it felt like the world had turned gray, her voice as fragile as a flower wilting in the winter frost.

“You’re my most important friend, Adele… How could I possibly disapprove?”

Adele smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was facing away from Sharon, so she didn’t have to worry about her expression betraying her true intentions.

She closed the door, the lock clicking shut, sealing them inside.

Sharon’s heart skipped a beat, a strange, unsettling sensation washing over her. It felt like… like she had become the prey, and Adele… was the hunter.

It was a frightening thought.

She couldn’t understand where this feeling was coming from. She didn’t believe Adele would ever hurt her. If there was any danger, she would assume it was coming from someone else, someone lurking in the shadows. She would protect Adele with her life.

But the feeling quickly faded, leaving her feeling foolish for even entertaining such thoughts.

*It’s Adele… There’s no way she’d ever hurt me.*

*Being with her… it’s always safe, always happy.*

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, Sharon.”

Adele turned, her footsteps silent as she approached Sharon, her movements graceful, almost predatory. She wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist from behind, her warm breath tickling Sharon’s neck.

Sharon shivered, goosebumps erupting on her skin. It was a pleasant sensation, a mixture of fear and excitement that made her head spin.

“A-Adele?”

“You smell so good, Sharon~”

“…!”

What kind of compliment was that? Sharon didn’t understand. She only knew that Adele’s embrace tightened, her body pressing closer, her touch possessive, almost desperate.

Something was wrong. Adele’s sudden shift in demeanor, her intensity… it was unsettling.

But Sharon couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She was addicted to Adele’s touch, to the warmth of her body, to the feeling of being wanted, desired.

Adele nuzzled against her neck, her breath hot on Sharon’s skin.

*It tickles… Ahn~*

After a moment, Adele seemed to realize what she was doing. She released Sharon, her body stiffening as she stumbled back, her back hitting the wall with a thud.

“Ugh…!”

It must have hurt. She was fighting her instincts, her vampire nature, with everything she had.

Sharon finally understood what was happening.

Adele was experiencing blood thirst! She craved blood, her fangs aching, her body trembling with a need she could barely control.

“Sharon… I… I don’t feel right. Go! Leave me alone!”

Her voice shook, her lips pale, her fangs extended. But even in her weakened state, she was trying to protect Sharon, to push her away.

She flung the door open, urging Sharon to leave, to escape.

Sharon’s heart ached. Her eyes, filled with a love that bordered on obsession, locked onto Adele.

She closed the door, locking it, her movements swift, decisive.

And then, under Adele’s shocked gaze, she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, her resolve hardening.

She slowly began to undress.

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt.

“I’m not leaving, Adele,” she said, her voice soft, her gaze unwavering.

“Let me…”

—“Help you with your blood thirst.”

Chapter 60: Good Dog!

To anyone who knew their true identities, the scene unfolding before them would have been utterly baffling.

Adele, a lowly Sequence Five, the bottom of the barrel… and Sharon, a Sequence One, a powerful vampire who even in her weakened state was still a force to be reckoned with…

If you were to ask anyone who was more likely to be bullied, who would be the one coming to the other’s rescue… well, 99 out of 100 people would say Adele was the victim and Sharon was the protector.

And the remaining one person would probably just roll their eyes and call you an idiot for even asking such a stupid question.

But reality, as it often did, had a way of defying expectations.

Adele was the one comforting Sharon, the one vowing to avenge her.

It seemed that personality truly did matter. It wasn’t just about power.

Adele memorized the faces of the three bullies, her gaze cold, her resolve unwavering.

Sharon, enveloped in Adele’s embrace, her cheek pressed against Adele’s soft hair, her body trembling slightly, gradually calmed down. She clung to Adele, her touch almost desperate, her need for comfort palpable.

She was like a small, frightened animal, a rabbit or a kitten, seeking solace in the presence of a trusted companion.

Adele found it a bit ticklish, but she didn’t mind. It meant her plan was working. Sharon was becoming dependent on her, her need for comfort and reassurance extending beyond the realm of dreams and into the harsh reality of the waking world.

It had been an accident, really. Adele had simply wanted Sharon to experience the difference between interacting with strangers and interacting with her, to make her realize that the comfort and acceptance she craved could only be found with Adele.

Of course, no one else was as kind, as gentle, as beautiful as Adele~

She might have been a bit narcissistic, but she couldn’t help it.

But Sharon’s attempt at socializing had gone horribly wrong. To think that a Sequence One could be mocked and bullied… it was almost pitiful.

Adele sighed internally. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything harsh, to further damage Sharon’s already fragile ego.

So, she simply held her close, allowing her to bask in the warmth of her embrace, until it became… well, a bit too awkward, a bit too suggestive.

She gently patted Sharon’s back, a silent signal that it was time to let go.

Sharon, thankfully, understood. She reluctantly pulled away, her cheeks flushed crimson, her gaze fixed on the floor.

“…”

Adele smiled, her fingers intertwining with Sharon’s, their hands clasped together as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Sharon’s heart skipped a beat. It was just like in her dreams… Could this really be happening?

Adele, sensing Sharon’s hesitation, decided to give her a little more encouragement, a taste of the sweetness that awaited her if she fully embraced this new reality.

In the original story, Sharon had betrayed Dorothy for the sake of a dream, a figment of her imagination. Surely, she could do even more for the real Adele.

“Come on, Sharon,” Adele said, her voice cheerful. “I just logged into the academy’s forum using a secure connection. Someone must have posted the location of that new Chinese restaurant.”

She held up her phone, her smile widening as she saw the spark of interest in Sharon’s eyes.

Sharon hadn’t even considered that option. The academy’s online presence, whether it was on search engines or encyclopedias, was carefully curated, a sanitized version of reality designed to keep outsiders in the dark. And ordinary people weren’t allowed anywhere near the academy, which meant there was very little information available online.

The academy’s forum, however, was a different story. It was a hidden corner of the internet, accessible only to students and faculty. Adele had only just remembered its existence. It made sense, really. The original Adele had had no reason to access the forum. It was filled with information about containment procedures, about the exploits of upperclassmen, and… about other girls. Girls who had been a bit too forward, a bit too eager to… well, let’s just say they had made Adele’s life rather uncomfortable.

“…Okay,” Sharon murmured, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

It was a lovely voice, soft and sweet, like a chilled watermelon on a hot summer day.

Adele found herself wanting to… well, let’s just say that certain images, best left unexamined, flashed through her mind.

They quickly found a post about the new restaurant, complete with pictures of the building and its surroundings. After a bit of careful scrutiny, Adele was confident that it was located near the academy’s South Plaza.

Of course, there was an even easier way to find it: ask Celeste. Her sense of smell was impeccable. But that would make Adele seem too dependent on Celeste, which would only inflate her ego.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant, its traditional Chinese architecture a welcome sight.

Were there different races of vampires? Of course, there were. They had different nationalities, different ethnicities, different cultures.

Celeste, for example, was clearly a Western vampire, the kind people used to call “vampires.” But contrary to popular belief, most of them weren’t afraid of sunlight, silver, garlic, or crucifixes!

Sure, there might have been a few who had contributed to those stereotypes throughout history, but it was more likely that those rumors had been spread intentionally, a way to mislead their enemies, to make them underestimate their true power.

Eastern vampires, on the other hand, mostly looked like Adele: black hair, dark eyes, delicate features.

As for why Adele, an Eastern vampire, had a Western name… well, go ask the author! It was a bit awkward, but thankfully, no one seemed to care.

And then there were the Middle Eastern vampires, those exotic beauties with their dark skin and alluring eyes…

*Ahem. Back to the story.*

Adele and Sharon entered the restaurant and took a seat at a table for two. A waitress, her smile bright and welcoming, approached them, menu in hand.

The academy was like a self-contained ecosystem, a miniature society with its own rules and customs. You could live a comfortable life here without ever having to venture outside. They had online shopping, food delivery, even robots that could deliver packages directly to your dorm room. It was the perfect environment for someone like Sharon, who preferred to stay indoors.

It was clear that she rarely visited places like this, places that were crowded and noisy, filled with unfamiliar faces. She seemed nervous, her body tense, her shoulders hunched. She sat beside Adele, their bodies pressed together, seeking comfort, reassurance.

Without releasing their auras, vampires could only distinguish each other’s ranks by their physical traits, primarily their hair and eye color. Pure silver or gold hair, for example, was usually a sign of a high-ranking vampire.

Dorothy and Hermione were exceptions. Dorothy had pink hair and crimson eyes, while Hermione had silver-blue hair and icy blue eyes.

Sharon’s silvery-gray hair, however, was fairly common among lower-ranking vampires, a clear indication of her mixed heritage.

It wasn’t hard to see why she had been targeted by those bullies. They preyed on the weak, and Sharon, a low-ranking half-blood… well, she had been an easy target.

If she had been more assertive, more confident… or if she had been any other Sequence One… well, those bullies would have been nothing more than cannon fodder, their humiliation a foregone conclusion.

The last Sequence Three vampire who had dared to mess with Adele… well, Dorothy had simply expressed her displeasure, and the girl’s family had disowned her, cutting her off completely. No one knew where she was now.

The academy hadn’t officially expelled her. After all, they were a neutral organization, not entirely under the control of the vampires. But they definitely favored vampires, especially high-ranking ones.

Adele, unfortunately, didn’t enjoy such privileges.

Thankfully, she had achieved financial independence by taming Celeste. She was no longer the poor, struggling student she used to be, forced to live on a meager allowance.

She ordered the couple’s set menu, paying for it before Sharon could even reach for her wallet.

Sharon’s mind, meanwhile, was stuck on a loop: *Couple’s set menu… Couple’s set menu… Couple’s…*

Her cheeks burned with a blush that rivaled the color of a ripe peach. She couldn’t think straight.

Adele, of course, had a perfectly reasonable explanation.

“It’s cheaper this way,” she said, her voice innocent. “Look, if we order separately, we’ll end up spending so much more.”

“A penny saved is a penny earned.”

“Unless… you don’t want to pretend to be my girlfriend?”

“N-No!” Sharon blurted out, her cheeks flushing even redder.

The waitress, observing their interaction, smiled knowingly. It seemed that the cute girl with the black hair and pink eyes had a thing for the shy girl with the silvery-gray hair. And the feeling, judging by the way the girl with the silvery-gray hair was practically melting under Adele’s gaze, was mutual.

*Ding ding!*

*Gaydar activated!*

One was clearly the pursuer, while the other was far from resistant to her advances. It was a recipe for a whirlwind romance.

Fast forward to the bedroom!

“Alright, please wait a moment. Your food will be ready soon.”

Ten minutes later, the waitress returned, a tray laden with steaming dishes. And to their surprise, there was an extra item on the tray: a glass of pink liquid, something that looked like a cross between wine and juice.

And there was only one straw.

“This is a complimentary drink for couples who order the set menu,” the waitress explained, her smile widening as she saw their curious gazes.

“It’s our homemade peach wine. It’s sweet and refreshing, with just a hint of alcohol.”

“I’m not very good with words, so… I wish you two a lifetime of happiness~!”

And with that, she turned and left, her mission accomplished.

Adele almost regretted not selecting the “tip” option when she had paid. If that wasn’t “good with words,” then what was?

Sharon stared at the glass of peach wine, her gaze lingering on the single straw, her thoughts racing.

Adele picked up the glass, took a sip, and smiled.

“Mmm~ Delicious!”

“Try it, Sharon! We really scored today~”

She offered the glass to Sharon, her expression innocent, her intentions… well, less so.

Sharon, flustered, stammered, “B-But I… And…”

“Try it, Sharon. Can’t you drink alcohol?” Adele asked, her focus seemingly on the wrong thing.

Or maybe… it was intentional.

Sharon shook her head, her small chest rising and falling rapidly.

“N-No…”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“…” Sharon couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Sharing a drink with the same straw… it was basically… indirect…

But Adele clearly had no such thoughts. She was just trying to share a drink she enjoyed. Sharon was the one overthinking things, letting her imagination run wild.

If Adele knew what she was thinking…

Sharon didn’t dare to imagine the consequences.

So, she reluctantly took the glass, her lips parting hesitantly before finally closing around the straw.

Her first impression was: sweet! So sweet!

And then, as the alcohol, a tiny amount, spread through her system, she felt a pleasant warmth, a slight dizziness that made her head spin.

*And this is just an indirect kiss… What would Adele’s real kiss feel like?*

*Would it be even sweeter, even more intoxicating?*

Her thoughts, fueled by the alcohol and the proximity of the girl she loved, spiraled out of control.

She coughed, startled by her own thoughts.

Adele gently patted her back, her touch soothing, reassuring.

Sharon blushed, her voice barely a whisper.

“…I… I choked.”

“Take it slow.” Adele’s voice was like a gentle breeze, calming her nerves.

Just as Sharon was starting to relax, a hesitant voice called out from behind them.

“Adele…?”

Adele turned, her brow furrowing in curiosity.

It was a girl with long, flowing golden hair, her gaze fixed on Adele, her expression a mixture of disbelief and… jealousy?

And of course, her gaze also lingered on Sharon.

There was only one person who could elicit such a reaction from Celeste.

Celeste’s eyes widened, her eyelashes fluttering, as she processed the scene before her.

“Who is she?” she demanded, her voice laced with a barely concealed anger.

The waitress, observing the drama unfolding before her, perked up, her eyes gleaming with interest.

*Ding ding!*

*Gaydar activated!*

*What’s going on here?*

*Is this… a love triangle?*

*So Celeste is the real girlfriend?*

*And Adele… is she playing both of them?*

Sharon’s heart sank. She could sense the connection between Adele and the golden-haired girl, a connection she was clearly not a part of.

She didn’t recognize Celeste. Sharon’s social circle was small, limited to a handful of people. She probably couldn’t even name ten people in the entire academy.

And unlike Hermione, she wasn’t the jealous type. She hadn’t paid much attention to Celeste, even though she had been aware of her… interest in Adele.

She was devastated.

But even so, she chose to trust Adele. Her hand, instinctively, tightened its grip on Adele’s sleeve.

“Celeste…” Adele said, her voice feigning surprise, as if she hadn’t expected to see Celeste here.

But she knew one thing: she had to protect Sharon.

The restaurant was buzzing with excitement, the other patrons eager to witness the drama unfolding before them. It seemed that “enjoying a good show” wasn’t just a human trait. Vampires were just as nosy.

Adele, unfazed by the attention, squeezed Sharon’s hand, her touch reassuring.

“She’s my friend,” she said, her voice firm, her gaze meeting Celeste’s without a hint of fear. “A very important friend.”

“And Celeste, don’t you think you’re being a bit too controlling?”

“You’re always clinging to me, trying to monopolize my time!”

“I told you, I’m not interested in a relationship right now. I need to focus on my studies…”

“I’m not like you. I don’t have your wealth or your connections. I need to work hard, to get a good job, to secure my future. Please stop interfering with my life, with my… normal social interactions!”

“Normal… social interactions?” Celeste repeated, her voice trembling with anger. She gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on the glass of peach wine with the single straw.

“I thought you had a phobia of germs… And yet, you’re willing to share a drink with her?”

Her voice shook, her words laced with a barely concealed jealousy.

“You’re basically… indirectly kissing! And you call that a ‘normal social interaction?’”

“I’m embarrassed for you!”

“All the money I’ve spent on you…”

“Fancy dinners, expensive makeup, designer bags…”

“You ungrateful little… I misjudged you!”

*Audience: !?!?!*

*Audience: This is getting good! Popcorn, anyone?*

Adele’s face turned pale, then red, then pale again.

*Celeste, you stupid dog! You’re really going all out, aren’t you?*

*I’ll deal with you later…*

But Adele was a master of theatrics. Her expression instantly transformed, her eyes welling up with tears, her voice trembling with a convincing mix of hurt and betrayal.

“But that was my birthday… Those were birthday gifts…”

“I was so happy, so touched… You were the only one who remembered my birthday, Celeste.”

“I was so naive… I thought you were being kind… But it was all just a way to control me…”

“You know… I kept all those gifts. I treasured them. Because they were from you.”

“I couldn’t even bring myself to use them…”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, her voice cracking with emotion.

“Here, take them back. Take them all back!”

“Adele…” Celeste’s heart ached as she heard Adele’s words, regret flooding her eyes.

But Adele wasn’t interested in explanations or apologies.

She grabbed Sharon’s hand, her own tears flowing freely now, and stormed out of the restaurant, deliberately bumping into Celeste’s shoulder as she passed.

Adele was small, but her anger lent her a surprising strength. Celeste stumbled, her heart sinking.

She watched them leave, her expression a mixture of pain and longing.

But Adele didn’t look back. She led Sharon out of the restaurant, her grip tightening on Sharon’s hand, her resolve unwavering.

She couldn’t keep up this charade any longer. Who knew what Celeste might say next? She might even… blow their cover!

As they were leaving, there was a slight… complication.

The three bullies who had tormented Sharon had apparently developed a sudden craving for Chinese food. They were entering the restaurant just as Adele and Sharon were leaving.

They were surprised to see Sharon, the timid little weakling, actually managing to find the place.

And as their gazes met, Adele’s anger, fueled by her protective instincts, surged through the magic crest, alerting Celeste.

Celeste instantly locked onto the three bullies, her senses screaming at her that these were the ones who had upset her master.

And what better opportunity to vent her frustrations than this? A heartbroken, emotionally unstable Sequence Two lashing out at a group of unsuspecting bullies… It was perfectly believable, wasn’t it?

She might not be able to go toe-to-toe with someone like Hermione, but dealing with three low-ranking vampires… that was child’s play.

The bullies, initially annoyed by Adele’s glare, started to mutter under their breaths, their words laced with a casual cruelty.

But then, they turned, and their smug smiles vanished, replaced with expressions of pure terror.

Celeste, her aura blazing, her eyes burning with a cold fury, stood before them, her power a palpable threat.

Their cowardly instincts kicked in, their pleas for mercy pathetic, their attempts at justification falling on deaf ears.

Celeste wouldn’t be so easily appeased.

As Adele and Sharon walked away, they could hear the bullies’ screams echoing from within the restaurant.

Adele smiled, a genuine smile this time, her heart filled with a warm satisfaction.

*Good dog… You did good.*

Chapter 59: Sharon, I’ll Make Them Regret It

*Celeste: Master, are you done with class?*

*Celeste: I kept thinking about you during training.*

*Celeste: My heart and my… lower abdomen felt so warm, the magic crest tingling with a pleasant heat.*

*Celeste: Is it because Master was thinking about me too?*

Adele’s phone buzzed incessantly in her pocket. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing as she saw a string of messages from Celeste.

*Seriously? Now?*

And the content of those messages…

Adele’s expression faltered.

“…”

After a moment, a wry smile curved her lips.

*No, I wasn’t.*

She had been focusing on her class, not daydreaming about… well, anything, really.

But after a moment of hesitation, she started typing, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She couldn’t disappoint her puppy, could she?

Sharon, watching her, her gaze lingering on Adele’s profile, thought she looked beautiful, her expression focused, her movements graceful.

They were walking side by side down a tree-lined path, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms. It was a scene straight out of a dream, so beautiful, so surreal, that Sharon almost thought she was back in one of her own carefully crafted dreamscapes, safe from the harsh realities of the waking world.

Sharon wasn’t good at conversation. And to be fair, neither was Adele. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have made so many enemies, wouldn’t have pushed away Hermione, Dorothy… If only she had been more honest, more vulnerable, she could have lived a peaceful life surrounded by powerful allies.

But the original Adele couldn’t do it.

So it was up to the current Adele to fix things.

Sharon felt a sense of ease, of comfort, she had never experienced before. Adele was… different. She was attentive, her voice gentle, her words carefully chosen to avoid hurting Sharon’s feelings. She even made Sharon laugh, something that rarely happened.

People who struggled with social anxiety often avoided conversations because they had never experienced a truly comfortable, enjoyable interaction. They lacked that safe space, that person who made them feel seen, heard, accepted.

But Adele… she was giving Sharon that safe space. For the first time, Sharon wondered if maybe, just maybe, she could learn to be more open, more confident, more… normal.

Adele was giving her hope.

Her expression brightened, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. It was no exaggeration to say that her newfound confidence had transformed her, making her appear more attractive, more vibrant.

But Adele wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of her heart. She had an ulterior motive.

Her pink eyes, usually bright and playful, darkened slightly as she turned to Sharon.

“Sharon,” she said, her voice casual, “I heard there’s a new Chinese restaurant in the academy that’s really popular. But I can’t seem to find it. Do you think you could ask around for me?”

She pulled out her phone, waving it in front of Sharon.

“I have some messages to reply to. I’ll wait for you here.”

And with that, she started typing, ignoring Sharon’s hesitant expression.

She knew Sharon wouldn’t refuse. She was too kind, too eager to please, especially when it came to Adele.

Sharon watched her, her heart sinking as she realized that Adele’s attention was no longer on her. The comfortable bubble they had created shattered, the harsh reality of the outside world crashing back in.

*But… I don’t want to disappoint her.*

She glanced around nervously, clutching at the last vestiges of courage Adele had given her.

Taking a deep breath, she approached a group of girls who were chatting nearby, her silvery-gray bangs swaying in the breeze. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and determination warring within her.

Whether she would succeed… well, that remained to be seen.

Back to Adele. She was surprised by the sheer number of messages Celeste had sent her. They were filled with longing, with declarations of devotion, with apologies for her earlier outburst.

Adele hadn’t expected such a strong reaction. She had simply thought Celeste was being a bit too clingy, a bit too possessive. She needed a reality check, a reminder that she needed to focus on her own goals, not on Adele.

If Celeste was a good girl, if she worked hard and proved her worth, Adele wouldn’t hesitate to reward her, to indulge her desires… within reason, of course.

As long as she didn’t try to overstep her boundaries, to challenge Adele’s authority…

But Celeste’s response… it was perfect. Exactly what Adele had hoped for.

*Such a good dog~*

Now, she had to reassure her, to soothe her wounded pride.

*Adele: It seems you’ve realized your mistake.*

*Adele: And your apology is very sincere. I’m pleased~*

*Adele: To be honest, I wouldn’t mind having you by my side all the time.*

*Adele: Do you think I don’t enjoy being pampered and spoiled?*

*Adele: But that’s not going to change anything.*

*Adele: It’s just a temporary distraction, a way to avoid facing reality.*

*Adele: Celeste, I don’t want to be a plaything for those Sequence Ones forever. You understand that, don’t you?*

*Adele: We both want revenge. Don’t forget the day your pride was shattered.*

*Adele: You’re my most trusted ally, my most loyal companion. Don’t underestimate yourself. Don’t give up.*

*Adele: Don’t let those purebloods win. We can challenge their authority. We can rise above them.*

*Adele: Even a Sequence Two can overthrow a Sequence One.*

*Adele: You won’t disappoint me… Right?*

Celeste, reading Adele’s message, tears streaming down her face, felt a wave of relief wash over her. She hadn’t been abandoned. And Adele… she had explained everything, her words sincere, her reasoning sound.

Guilt gnawed at her. Adele was working so hard, fighting to break free from the shackles of the vampire hierarchy, and here she was, wallowing in self-pity, indulging in her own weakness.

*I’m so pathetic… I’m not worthy of her!*

She grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling as she typed her reply.

*Celeste: Yes, Master! I won’t disappoint you!*

*Celeste: I’ll work harder, I’ll push myself to my limits. And if I ever feel like giving up… I’ll look at your picture and remember why I’m doing this.*

*Celeste: For our freedom!*

*For freedom!*

*That sounds… a bit too dramatic, even for me.*

Adele had thought she was the chuunibyou one, but it seemed Celeste was even worse.

*Well… Whatever works, I guess.*

*Adele: I’m glad you understand. But what did you mean about a picture…?*

*Adele: How did you get a picture of me?*

*Celeste: Uh… Well, that’s…*

*Adele: Never mind. It’s not important. Are you free right now?*

*Celeste: Yes! I am!*

*Adele: Good. I order you to meet me at the new Chinese restaurant in ten minutes.*

*Adele: Pretend you ran into me by accident.*

*Adele: The rest is up to you.*

Adele put her phone away, a mischievous smile curving her lips. She quickly adjusted her expression, her gaze softening as she turned to Sharon, who had finally returned from her quest.

Poor Sharon. She looked like she had been through a war. Her shoulders were slumped, her head bowed, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Her cheeks were pale, her eyes downcast, the last vestiges of confidence she had gained shattered.

The light that had been shining in her eyes, the spark of hope Adele had ignited, was gone.

*I knew it… I’ll never change.*

Adele’s presence, her kindness, had given Sharon a glimpse of a different life, a life where she could be confident, happy, even… normal.

But her attempt at interacting with strangers had crushed her hopes, dragging her back down into the depths of her own insecurities.

Sharon had been unlucky. The girls she had approached had been bullies, the kind who preyed on the weak. And Sharon, with her unremarkable appearance, her low-key demeanor, her silvery-gray hair that screamed “low-ranking half-blood”… well, she had been an easy target.

What had started as a simple request for directions had turned into a verbal assault, a barrage of insults and mockery. They had treated her like an idiot, a joke. And in the end, they hadn’t even given her the directions.

Sharon had gone with a flicker of hope in her heart, and she had returned defeated, her spirit broken.

Now, she had to admit her failure to Adele.

“I’m sorry… Adele. I couldn’t find the… Chinese restaurant.”

“Sharon!” Adele’s voice was laced with concern, her expression softening as she saw the tears welling up in Sharon’s eyes.

She pulled Sharon into a hug, her arms wrapping around her small, trembling body.

“It’s okay! It doesn’t matter!”

“If we can’t find it, we’ll keep looking. We’ll find it eventually.”

“And even if we don’t, it doesn’t matter. We can go to a Western restaurant, or anywhere you want!”

“What matters is that we’re together.”

“Silly, what happened?”

“Did they… bully you?”

Adele looked up, her gaze settling on the three girls Sharon had approached, her eyes narrowing, a flicker of anger igniting within them.

She had wanted Sharon to experience the difference between interacting with strangers and interacting with her, to make her more dependent, more… attached. But she hadn’t wanted her to get hurt.

She hadn’t even considered the possibility that Sharon, a Sequence One, could be bullied within the academy!

But it had happened. Sharon’s expression, her demeanor, confirmed it.

And Adele wouldn’t forgive those girls for hurting someone she cared about.

She would make them pay.

It wasn’t an empty threat. She meant it.

She memorized their faces, their features etched into her mind.

She gently stroked Sharon’s hair, her hand resting on her trembling back, her voice low, soothing.

“Sharon, I’ll make them regret it.”