Chapter 298: Reversing the Lesson on the Arrogant Elf Councilor, Mary Sue's Second Teaching (1)
Sylviel had a contemplative look on her face.
"Why are they all so obsessed with you?"
But before Shia could answer, she reached out with her other hand, lifted his chin, and carefully examined him.
Looking closely, she found him rather ordinary!
His eyes were nice, but she had seen many equally beautiful eyes before.
Her own eyes were just as good, weren't they?
His nose was straight, but wasn't that normal?
His face was well-proportioned?
But wasn't that just basic?
Perhaps among humans, he was considered handsome.
But by elven aesthetic standards, not particularly remarkable.
She was utterly puzzled.
"You're so average. How exactly do you attract so many outstanding women?"
The cold and reserved beauty spoke bluntly, completely serious in her assessment.
Shia felt a twitch at his temple.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. I'm very curious—why does my niece fancy you? Why does Diana, that woman, fancy you?
"But unfortunately, after observing you, I've come to the conclusion that you..."
Sylviel's eyes carried a hint of disappointment, regret, and disdain.
There was no need to finish her sentence.
Shia felt his teeth itch.
What the hell? This elf councilor seemed a little arrogant.
She definitely needed to be put in her place.
"Councilor Sylviel, has no one ever told you that this is extremely rude?"
Shia didn't smile, his expression serious and firm.
Sylviel was momentarily stunned as she met his gaze.
No one had ever spoken to her like this before.
Especially not a man.
Whenever they stood before her, they were always unprofessional, their attention straying to irrelevant matters.
They were eager to flatter her with their words.
But this young man in front of her was different.
She hesitated for a moment.
This first-time experience—this feeling—was a little complicated, a little strange.
Then, before she could react, Shia grabbed her shoulders, turned the tables, and broke through the barrier, reversing their positions!
Her back was suddenly pressed against the hard, cold wall.
Though not entirely cold—it still retained the lingering warmth from Shia's body.
His scent, his heat, completely enveloped Sylviel in this small, enclosed space.
Shia propped one hand against the wall, leaning in slightly, his elbow bending as he pressed his body against her ample chest, flattening its shape.
"Councilor, you should remember—politeness is mutual."
After speaking, Shia reached out and lightly stroked Sylviel's chin.
Her skin was smooth and soft, its faint warmth intoxicating.
Sylviel stared blankly at the young man before her, seemingly unable to process what had just happened.
His scent, his face, completely dominated her senses.
By the time she snapped out of it, the room was already empty—Shia had left.
Sylviel raised her fingers to her chin.
The touch under her fingertips was less rough than before.
But it was still the same.
It reminded her of the moment just now—the sensation.
Suddenly, she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
Thump, thump.
When Shia returned home, he found an unexpected guest.
A luxurious gothic Lolita dress, an exaggerated black lace mini hat, and an aura of nobility, refinement, and unapproachability.
White sat on the sofa, her posture poised and elegant. Her silver hair appeared even more radiant against the dark Lolita outfit.
Her pale skin and silver hair created a cold beauty.
Hearing the door open, White lifted her gaze, her icy eyes as cold as sunlight reflecting off a glacier.
Shia clearly hadn't expected the vampire girl to appear in his home.
Seeing him return, White offered a faint smile—so subtle it was almost imperceptible.
"Senior White?"
Shia was surprised.
White nodded gracefully, composed and distant.
Her gaze never left Shia as he walked closer and sat down nearby.
She lifted her hand, the semi-transparent black lace glove pushing a gift bag across the table.
"This is an apology gift—to replenish your blood and nourish your body."
After all, she had sucked his blood upon their first meeting. She had to make up for it somehow, right?
But to Rong, these words took on a completely different meaning.
Though she had already suspected it, hearing it confirmed made her look at Shia with immense skepticism.
Did her master get completely drained (of essence)?
Her expression was far too revealing—anyone could tell what she was thinking.
Shia reached out and pushed her head down, grinning at White.
"It's fine. It was just a little blood, nothing serious."
White lowered her gaze slightly, lips pressed together, not responding.
In truth, she had come for another reason...
After much hesitation, White finally lifted her head—only to meet Shia's inquisitive yet slightly concerned gaze.
Under that gaze, she seemed to find courage and, in the end, couldn't hold back her request.
"Junior, does your offer to help me... still stand?"
She had struggled with this decision for a long time.
But in the end, she wanted to overcome her flaw.
She didn't want to be alone anymore.
That loneliness was unbearable.
Yet, she couldn't help but doubt herself.
Someone like her, who belonged in a dark, ancient castle—was she really worthy of help?
Shia sat across from White, looking directly at her.
"Right now, I'm sitting right in front of you. Do you want to drink my blood?"
White nodded honestly.
The enticing aroma filled her nostrils, and she could feel her mouth watering.
Every cell in her body screamed for it.
"Now, suppress that urge. Imagine that you don't want to drink blood at all. Instead, you can drink water, juice, or even alcohol."
"I know this situation is difficult for you, but you need to get used to your instincts."
"Once you accept their existence and learn to ignore them, over time, you'll truly gain control over them."
Shia looked at White expectantly.
Following his guidance, White slowly entered a meditative state, trying to achieve the mindset he described.
But—
"It's impossible!"
White looked frustrated, the red in her eyes flickering to life.
She stared at Shia's neck, unconsciously licking her lips.
The delicious meal was right before her—it was impossible to resist!
Just as she was about to pounce, Nia acted swiftly, pressing White down in time.
White's crimson eyes surged with intensity.
She swallowed hard.
Even her gaze toward Nia became hazy.
"You… stay away from me."
It wasn't just Shia, whose presence was a fatal temptation—facing even Nia and Rong, she was filled with insatiable greed.
She wanted to drink their blood.
So badly.
She couldn't control herself at all.
Nia didn't listen. She pressed down on White, her expression still blank and easy to underestimate.
But no matter how much White struggled, she couldn't break free.
Rong curiously leaned in closer.
The sweet scent in the air made White's instincts grow stronger and harder to suppress.
It was an uncontrollable thirst for blood.
Even as she was restrained, White was the one most acutely aware of the hunger raging inside her.
Frustration and despair filled her. A sense of defeat washed over her.
She lowered her head slightly, feeling her body tremble.
A tremble of excitement at the feast before her.
She didn't want to be like this.
But she couldn't even control her own body.
"I… really am just useless."
White curled up slightly, falling into self-loathing.
Shia had helped her so much, yet she still failed.
She couldn't even accomplish something as simple as controlling her own instincts.
Even in the presence of others, she was losing herself.
White covered her face with her hands, exuding a deep sense of melancholy.
It was beyond mere insecurity.
Unlike Rong, who doubted herself because of her origins and race, White's self-loathing came from within.
So many vampires coexisted peacefully with humans—why couldn't she?
Why, when surrounded by such kind juniors and friends, did she only crave their blood?
She was truly… pathetic.
White lowered her head, her usual icy demeanor giving way to insecurity over something so seemingly simple.
Deep inside, she felt more insignificant than anyone else.
Be it in front of humans, gentle and pure elves, or even the adorable and obedient succubus princess…
She was so flawed—how could she deserve the care Shia showed her?
The contrast was overwhelming.