Chapter 62: The Petty Princess
Lena took a seat in the second-to-last row by the window.
A cushion was laid out, the desk wiped clean with a tissue, the desk drawer filled with fragrant roses, and a card adorned with flowery script: “To my beloved Master, from Mines.”
The rituals of life had to be observed.
Lena enjoyed the attentive service of her bodyguard, accepting the flowers with a smile.
Like being pursued by an ardent admirer, she didn’t have to lift a finger. Peeled fresh fruit was constantly brought to her lips, and a citrus-scented handkerchief gently wiped her mouth, a pair of blood-red eyes fixed on her.
“Why are you staring at me?” Lena glanced sideways, her lips curving into an alluring smile. “Is there something strange about my face?”
“No, Master… you’re beautiful… and there… is also beautiful.”
Mines’s voice was as pleasant as ever, reminding Lena of the wind chimes her father used to make back in the countryside, clear and melodious, with a lingering charm.
Indeed, worthy of Angel’s praise, her talent was exceptional.
“Although it’s a compliment, the subject isn’t to my liking.” Lena tapped Mines’s forehead, glancing around.
The annoying flies buzzing around her had been scared away by Mines.
She recalled the slender, black-haired girl holding a gun, expertly skewering fruit pieces with a small bamboo stick, urging Lena to open her mouth, then firing at the ceiling, her movements fluid and without hesitation.
And after seeing Lena eat the fruit she had prepared, Mines smiled dreamily.
Like a devout follower offering tribute to their god, and the god, in turn, delivered their divine decree.
“Idiot, put the gun away, you’re scaring everyone away.”
Mines had chosen a seat near the aisle, effectively trapping Lena against the wall. To prevent interruptions, she had brought several prohibited items into the classroom, a true outlaw.
But now, only a few students remained in the classroom, all thanks to the magic gun in Mines’s hand.
No one wanted to be held at gunpoint while attending class, especially by the notorious Lena, a walking disaster.
“Yes, Master…”
Mines obediently put the gun away, sitting upright, her gaze fixed on Lena, filled with admiration.
Ling Ling had told her a lot about Lena last night, the little fox girl singing Lena’s praises, effectively brainwashing Mines, who hadn’t slept a wink. Coupled with her existing affection, Mines’s heart had already been captured by Lena.
Lena also knew Mines’s feelings.
For her, the more beautiful girls, the better. She wouldn’t refuse anyone…
“I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. Are you free…?”
Lena deliberately raised her chin, revealing her creamy white neck and alluring cleavage.
“No one can resist their instincts, even the most stubborn person will react. They usually disguise themselves well, making it hard to tell how aroused they are, hehehe~”
Lena imparted new knowledge to Mines, and Mines listened obediently, her eyes filled with adoration.
“Master… does this make you happy?”
Like a bird catching a worm, she added the final touch to Lena’s seduction.
After that, Mines asked with admiration, “Someone is watching outside the classroom, Master. Did you deliberately ask me to do this, or was it your intention all along…?”
“Throughout history, protagonists are always admired and adored, but there’s another kind of person, equally prominent, but universally disliked. Which one do you think I resemble?”
Lena deliberately left her hanging.
Her stocking-clad legs shifted, and their positions subtly changed.
Mines didn’t know how Lena had done it, but she mentally noted the technique.
“Well, it seems I asked a silly question… Let’s see which bird is foolish enough to fly into the eagle’s nest. As a villain, I must teach them a lesson.”
Just as she finished speaking, they heard a commotion at the door.
A girl with a purple ponytail, dressed in a flamboyant pink and white lolita outfit, appeared at the door, her expression haughty and arrogant, a condescending aura radiating from her.
Lena recognized her, a troublesome connection from her past life.
And the girl’s target was Lena, seemingly prepared.
“Such a weakling~ Big sister?~”
Diana approached, her voice dripping with condescension, followed by a familiar face.
“Pfft~ Does the weakling big sister have no friends? So pitiful, not even one person to accompany her to class, such a weakling~”
“Speak properly!” Lena glared.
“Ugh! I…” Diana faltered. “Why are you trying to steal my business? How did I offend you?! Weakling senior!”
Her sweet voice was incredibly tempting to bully.
Diana’s condescending act was effective only when she had the upper hand. Her family background had shielded her from defeat, countless people fearing her because of her status. However, facing the fearless Lena of this life, her title as Imperial Princess was merely a playful accessory.
“Your Highness has graced us with your presence for such a trivial matter?”
Lena wrapped an arm around Mines’s waist, her hand roaming beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
The material was so light, practically begging to be torn.
Stockings were truly the greatest invention, providing warmth while also giving rise to countless variations, becoming a source of pleasure.
“You know I like it when you dress like this, Mines is learning bad habits.”
“But Master seems to enjoy it.”
Mines’s soft voice pleased Lena even more.
And Diana, finally noticing the only other female beside Lena, felt like she had shot herself in the foot. “So, she does have a friend, I misjudged Senior Weakling… You! Why did you lie to me?! Are you playing with me?!”
She stormed out of the classroom, confronting her followers, who exchanged confused glances.
Only Caramy stepped forward to explain, “Your Highness, shouldn’t we be focusing on how to deal with Lena? She almost destroyed Your Highness’s arena, ruining your plans. To uphold the empire’s prestige, we should make Lena Your Highness’s personal plaything!”
Caramy spoke with conviction, sharing Diana’s indignation.
This easily earned him favor, and with the inaction of the other followers, Diana was even more convinced of her judgment.
To cure a headache, treat the head. Caramy was the perfect lackey!
She was determined to win him over!
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