Chapter 147: Whispers of Mama's Desire (1)
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, a tall, statuesque figure frowned.
A strange sense of foreboding weighed heavily on her, as though something unsavory had fixated on her.
Pressing her ruby-red lips together, she adjusted her glasses with slender fingers. Through the lenses, light seemed to pool in her sharp emerald eyes, giving her a piercing gaze.
Her flawless, strikingly beautiful face was framed by an icy demeanor.
In one hand, she held a cup of coffee, her posture exuding the aloof elegance of a cold, unattainable queen.
Had Shia seen her, he would undoubtedly find her somewhat familiar.
Though more mature, her features bore a striking resemblance to Nia's.
The long, pointed ears, vibrant green eyes, and hourglass figure were all hallmarks of her elven heritage. Even among the most stunning of her kind, she was a standout beauty.
Her curvaceous body, wrapped tightly in a professional OL outfit, was perfectly accentuated by her pencil skirt. The skirt hugged her hips flawlessly, emphasizing her slim waist as if it could break with the lightest touch.
Below, her white stockings paired with high heels showcased her long, toned legs—neither too slender nor overly plump, but just right.
Yet, despite her composed, icy exterior, a trace of confusion flickered in her gaze.
'Nia… has been unusually quiet lately.'
The strange sensation from earlier had already been pushed to the back of her mind.
The bespectacled beauty lowered her gaze to the council matters still awaiting resolution and pursed her lips slightly.
'I'll check on her after I finish this work,' she thought.
This woman was none other than Nia's aunt—the one who had consistently cleaned up after Nia's "battles."
If not for her intervention, Nia would undoubtedly have been mired in endless trouble.
After all, those she disposed of were just slave traders—not deserving of sympathy. Killing them was no big deal.
However, Nia's recent activities had significantly decreased, leaving her aunt far less busy than before.
'Her changes… seem bigger than I expected,' she mused.
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Meanwhile, matters of the council were far from Shia's concerns.
Diana, seated comfortably in her chair, toyed with the gifted bottle of wine, her smile tinged with intrigue.
Receiving such a thoughtful gift, she of course accepted it graciously.
With her sharp insight, she immediately recognized the unique properties imbued in the wine.
"This contains a faint resonance of law."
Though subtle, it was unmistakable.
Her gaze grew more interested as she studied Shia.
He merely responded with a quiet, knowing smile.
"Do you like it, principal?"
Diana rested her hand on the bottle's cap, her smile widening into a dazzling grin.
"As long as it's from you, little one, I like everything."
This boy seemed far more intriguing than she had initially imagined.
With a flick of her finger, the cork flew off effortlessly, and a mesmerizing aroma filled the room.
She brought the bottle to her nose, inhaling deeply.
"It smells wonderful~."
As the amber liquid poured into a crystal glass, its shimmering hues were impossibly tempting.
Taking a light sip, Diana's elegant eyes fluttered shut as her taste buds lit up.
Rich yet not overwhelming, the wine offered an explosion of flavor unlike anything she'd experienced before.
As the drink slid down her throat, her slender neck moved subtly, the sight entrancing.
By the time the glass was empty, her eyes were slightly glazed, her gaze drifting toward Shia.
Without hesitation, she reached forward and pulled him into her arms.
Even though the chair was spacious, it felt cramped with the two of them sharing it.
Caught off guard, Shia suddenly found himself cradled in her embrace.
'A princess carry? For me?'
It was hard to maintain composure.
'Shouldn't I be the one doing the carrying?!'
Yet, faced with overwhelming strength, Shia had no chance to resist.
He was forced to lie helplessly against Diana's plush, inviting chest.
Soft and full, her embrace radiated warmth and comfort. It was a little stifling—but undeniably pleasant.
Diana, cradling the boy, patted his back gently, her tone dripping with affection.
"Call me 'mama', and I'll feed you~!"
Her sultry, magnetic voice lingered in the air, the upward lilt at the end laden with suggestion.
To emphasize her point, Diana adjusted her posture, pressing Shia closer into her ample chest, enveloping him entirely in her maternal warmth.
The combination of her seductive demeanor and overwhelming presence was almost impossible to resist.
'Who could say no to such a loving, powerful, and nurturing "mother"?'
And really, just a simple "mama" could earn such lavish rewards—every young man's ultimate fantasy.
Diana was fully aware of her allure.
As a mature, experienced woman, she knew her charms intimately—and exactly where the weaknesses of young men lay.
She was teasing him on purpose.
'Call me mama?'
As a principled young man, Shia couldn't allow himself to fall for such tactics.
Even while ensnared in her embrace, he remained steadfast.
Reaching up, he gently but firmly pushed the enticing treat from his lips.
"principal, this is non-negotiable!"
His voice was resolute, cutting through the haze of indulgence with clear determination.
After all, she wasn't just any woman—she was a dark goddess.
Beyond her position as principal, her power alone was enough to ensure that if he succumbed, any "contract" between them would become binding.
Shia had no intention of becoming the dark goddess's child, so he ignored her coy implications.
"Please? Just one time. Call me that, won't you~?"
Diana pressed his head against her chest, nuzzling him affectionately, her tone playful and pleading.
Unlike a young girl's coyness, her mature teasing was far more intoxicating.
Her cheeks were tinged pink, her slightly unfocused eyes adding an air of drunken seduction.
After enduring the initial onslaught of softness, Shia was met with yet another wave of charm.
Their noses nearly brushed, and Shia could feel her warm breath against his skin.
Her crimson lips parted slightly, exhaling a soft, wine-scented sigh.