Chapter 47: The Headmistress Feeds Shia. the Succubus Princess Homeless

Chapter 47: The Headmistress Feeds Shia. the Succubus Princess Homeless

Lilith sighed as she contemplated her absent fiancé.

'All he had to do was apologize, and he would’ve had a place to stay. Why go to such extremes?'

The thought of Shia choosing to sleep on the streets rather than bow his head left her incredulous.

But her confidence was shattered soon after.

Having not seen Shia return all night, Lilith decided to check his classroom. Being a top senior student, she had easy access to the lecture halls for first-year students.

However, upon arriving, she discovered he wasn’t there.

“Shia submitted a leave request. He won’t be attending theory classes this morning,” the instructor informed her.

Lilith forced a polite smile before leaving, her thoughts churning.

'Why isn’t he attending classes? Where did he go last night?'

As these questions circled her mind, she happened to glance to the side while walking home and saw a familiar figure.

Lilith froze, her steps halting abruptly.

The tall, dark-haired boy with a strikingly handsome face was unmistakably Shia. He was holding a bag, walking leisurely in the opposite direction.

Lilith’s first instinct was to call out to him, but she stopped as she realized where he was headed.

In front of Shia was a pale blue protective barrier. Without hesitation, he walked through it as the gate swung open to admit him.

Lilith stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as the gate closed behind him.

There was only one place beyond that gate.

'The Goddess’s Secret Garden?'

Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

'How could this be possible?'

Rubbing her eyes as if trying to clear a mirage, Lilith stared again in the direction where Shia had disappeared.

'Was I hallucinating? Did I mistake him for someone else? No… that was definitely Shia.'

A swirl of emotions overtook her—confusion, shock, and disbelief.

'Why was Shia entering that place?'

Without hesitation, Lilith turned on her heel and headed for the gated community.

But entry to the Goddess’s Secret Garden wasn’t granted to just anyone. She was promptly denied access.

The area’s security system was absolute. Without registered resident information or explicit permission from a villa owner, there was no way in.

Frustrated, Lilith pulled out her phone and called Shia.

No answer.

Undeterred, she sent a visit request through the system, knowing it would alert him.

Inside the villa, Shia glanced at the notification.

Lilith.

'Not interested,' he thought, dismissing the request with a single swipe of his hand.

“Ah, open wide,” a warm, magnetic voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning his attention, Shia saw a piece of glistening braised pork held by a pair of chopsticks, offered inches from his mouth.

Following the chopsticks, his gaze landed on Diana. Her jet-black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes sparkled with a playful glint. Her luscious lips curved into a smile as she held the chopsticks in one hand, her other hand lightly supporting them from below.

Her every movement exuded a sultry grace that could make hearts race.

Shia, unfazed by her allure, leaned forward and bit into the offered pork. His thoughts, however, were less complimentary.

'Does this woman have no sense of being a guest? Coming to freeload and then acting like this?'

Diana, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself. Watching him obediently eat what she offered filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction.

'Look at how well-behaved this little guy is,' she thought, her heart swelling with misplaced maternal affection. She even found herself fantasizing about making him her child.

“Headmistress, I can feed myself,” Shia finally said, his tone resigned.

“Hush,” Diana replied with a playful pout. “You invited me to eat, and I said I’d repay you with my body.”

The double entendre hung in the air as she continued picking up food and offering it to him.

Shia turned his head, attempting to refuse.

Diana’s gaze sharpened slightly, silently commanding him to accept the next bite.

Shia sighed.

'What else can I do? Resistance is futile.'

He reluctantly opened his mouth for the next morsel.

At the gates of the Goddess’s Secret Garden, Lilith remained rooted to the spot, staring at the barrier.

She hadn’t truly expected her request to go through, but the fact that it even allowed a notification to be sent confirmed her worst fear.

Shia was indeed inside.

'How did he gain access?'

Her mind raced with questions.

'If he lives there, does that mean I can use this as an opportunity to meet others in the Garden?'

Caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize how long she had been standing there until her legs began to ache. The occasional passerby glanced her way, their curiosity evident.

The Goddess’s Secret Garden was an exclusive space, and those who could enter were admired and envied.

But Lilith, stuck on the outside, felt nothing but awkwardness.

'If I could just get inside, I’d bask in their admiration. But standing here like this...'

Her solitary figure at the gates invited nothing but pity and humiliation.

Elsewhere, someone else truly faced homelessness.

“Miss, you need to leave,” the librarian said firmly.

Rong looked up blankly, still immersed in the book she had been reading. It took the cold breeze outside the library to jolt her back to reality.

Shivering slightly, she hugged herself.

Since the freshman ranking battles, Rong had been keeping a low profile. She skipped theory classes, avoided practical training, and buried herself in the library, researching ways for succubi to develop combat-oriented professions.

Two days of scouring ancient texts had yielded nothing.

'Succubi are inherently fragile beings, dependent on life essence. What combat professions could they possibly have?'

'Or... does “bedroom combat” count as combat?'

Rong shook her head violently, banishing the thought.

'No way. I won’t stoop to that!'

With a resigned sigh, she trudged away from the library, still no closer to a solution. For now, all she had gained was the knowledge that her tribe’s inherent weakness had no easy fix.

'What now?' she thought, clutching her book as she gazed at the empty streets.

'Where can I go?'

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