Chapter 237: The Defeat of the Sword Saintess CG Unlocked; Mary Sue Gets Jealous and Reignites Love (3)
Her icy exterior wasn't born out of arrogance but a lack of interaction with others. Once you got close to her, you'd discover an entirely different side of the Sword Saintess.
At that moment, that hidden side was slowly revealing itself before Shia.
Sistine, too, was acutely aware that her progress was all thanks to Shia. Her gratitude was immeasurable, and she was determined to repay him.
"Shia, would you come to my house later? I have something for you as a thank-you gift for helping me."
Her pink-tinged earlobes betrayed her shyness, but she boldly extended the invitation.
"Sure," Shia agreed without hesitation, not giving it much thought.
After all, what trouble could such a pure-hearted senior cause?
But…
When Shia opened the door to her home, the sight before him left him utterly stunned.
For a moment, he thought about turning back to check if he had walked into the wrong house.
But there, in the center of the room, was Sistine—who else could it be?
The Sword Saintess knelt on the ground, her hands tied behind her back. White silk ribbons bound her body tightly, emphasizing her curves. Her blindfolded eyes and disheveled state completed the picture of a defeated, helpless saintess.
The visual impact was overwhelming!
Even the humiliated expression on her face, biting her lip with a mix of shame and anger, was like something out of a vivid fantasy. Despite the blindfold, she somehow managed to face the door, as if instinctively aware of his presence.
Shia was completely floored.
"Who taught you this!?"
He closed the door, shutting out any prying eyes, and approached Sistine.
"My best friend taught me. She said… you'd like it," Sistine murmured, biting her lip. A hint of bashfulness colored her otherwise flushed, porcelain-like cheeks.
But her expression quickly shifted back to a blend of embarrassment and defiance.
Shia immediately knew who was behind this.
Of course, it was her.
That devious woman who could rival Mary Sue herself in cunning—the one at the center of the second-act storyline.
Shia sighed, his tone growing serious.
"Sistine, you can't just trust people so easily. You need to think for yourself."
Her back slouched slightly in response, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.
But she had no experience with this sort of thing.
Shia was the first man she had ever gotten close to. And her best friend was so popular—naturally, she had turned to her for advice.
In hindsight, though, it seemed like that advice might not have been very good.
Lowering her head, Sistine muttered softly, "I thought you'd like it this way…"
Could he say he didn't like it?
Shia's gaze swept over Sistine's restrained figure.
Alright, he had to admit—despite her friend's questionable intentions, the result was undeniably appealing.
"How could I not like it? No matter what you look like, I like all of it."
He reached out to stroke Sistine's cheek, pinching it gently as she smiled shyly.
"This look? I like it too."
Since she had gone through so much trouble for him, how could he let her down?
Naturally, Shia leaned fully into the scenario.
"I won't surrender!" Sistine's cold, trembling voice carried a hint of resistance.
A mischievous smirk spread across Shia's face.
"Oh? Let's see if you'll still be saying that in a moment."
Sistine instinctively struggled, but her bound hands made escape impossible. Instead, her movements only left her clothing even more disheveled.
She bit her lip, her expression stubborn and frosty, but the blush on her face betrayed her true feelings.
Shia couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The sight of a fallen, defeated Sword Saintess was undeniably satisfying.
The room's atmosphere grew increasingly heated, like the height of summer.
Behind the closed doors and windows, the outside world was shut away. Only those who pressed their ears close could hear the faintest sounds within.
As the temperature rose, so did the connection between two hearts.
For someone who seemed so unattainable, the truth was far more enticing…
Sitting on the sofa afterward, Shia looked at the golden-haired saintess kneeling before him. Her disheveled appearance and bound wrists, red with marks from the silk, painted a stark contrast to her usual composure.
Feeling his breath close to her, Sistine turned her head slightly.
The silky ribbons fell away under Shia's hands, revealing her delicate wrists. Without the bindings, her body, drained of strength, collapsed softly into his arms.
Her flawless face was flushed, her skin glowing with a soft pink hue that was irresistibly alluring.
Shia's touch was gentle as he removed the last traces of her restraints. He was preparing to leave when she caught his hand.
Sistine tilted her head up, her expression tinged with both sadness and longing.
"You're leaving right after… after everything?"
Her pitiful expression tugged at his heartstrings, filling him with guilt.
Shia sat back down, taking her hand in his.
"I have to go home eventually. They're waiting for me."
Sistine bit her lip.
"Then… wait for me. I'll come with you."
Sistine, her legs still a bit wobbly, walked off to change clothes. The ones she was wearing were beyond saving.
Shia watched her retreating figure, surprised by her decisiveness, though a trace of worry lingered in his heart.
After all, those two mischievous girls at home—Rong and Nia—might have some strong opinions about this unexpected guest…
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Ten minutes later.
Sistine followed behind Shia obediently, looking every bit like a docile lamb.
Before they even entered the house, two pairs of sharp eyes greeted them.
Rong and Nia, who had been at the door waiting to welcome Shia home, froze in their tracks as they spotted the golden-haired senior following closely behind him.
They were used to seeing Shia bring trouble back with him, but another woman? And one they recognized, no less.