Chapter 217: Mary Sue Notices the Door, Tends to Senpai in Her Room – An Epic Scene Unfolds (3)

Sistine’s mind was no longer functioning properly. Her thoughts looped on a single question.

Her commanding presence and assertive posture created a tense, ambiguous atmosphere between them.

Though she seemed in control, the faint pout on her face betrayed her vulnerability.

Shia sighed internally.

Was being a gentleman such a crime?

He knew Sistine wasn’t thinking rationally right now, so he softened his tone even further to reassure her.

“Senpai, that’s not it. Please don’t overthink this.”

Shia spoke as he tried to slip away from Sistine’s grasp, but unfortunately, the position they were in made it nearly impossible for him to escape.

He was completely pinned beneath her, unable to move.

“Then what did you mean by what you said earlier? Aren’t you just looking down on me?” Sistine asked persistently.

Shia tried various ways to resist, but none worked. Despite the mist’s influence over her, Sistine’s strength as the Sword Saint remained intact.

Just as he attempted to push her off, her seemingly soft body resisted every effort, holding him firmly in her embrace.

To make things worse, she grew annoyed that he wasn’t looking at her and forcibly turned his head to face her.

“I’m talking to you!”

“Senpai, do you even realize what you’re doing right now?”

Shia tried reasoning with her, urging her not to act impulsively. While her actions might feel right in the heat of the moment under the mist’s influence, she would likely regret them once her mind cleared.

“I’m not looking down on you!” Shia insisted.

“Yes, you are!” Sistine shot back, her tone insistent and accusing.

Her covered eyes began to glisten with tears, and before Shia could say anything more, she silenced him in the most direct way possible—leaning in and pressing her lips against his.

Shia froze momentarily, surprised, but quickly resigned himself to the situation.

He initially thought Sistine might behave similarly to Nia—clinging without crossing any real boundaries. Given her past aversion to men, it seemed unlikely she’d take things too far.

With that thought in mind, Shia decided to stop struggling and instead wait for the right moment to escape.

But he had severely underestimated her.

Unlike the seemingly shy yet innocent princess, Sistine, despite her aloof exterior, was clearly no stranger to theoretical knowledge.

Leaning down, Sistine’s lips found Shia’s neck with pinpoint accuracy, and she began planting kisses there, one after another.

The soft sucking sounds filled the room, leaving Shia’s mind utterly blank.

The slight sting was tolerable, but the real shock came from the fact that someone with her level of male aversion even knew how to do this.

Sistine, though foggy-brained, approached her actions with a level of determination that was almost childlike in its seriousness.

She left one hickey after another—one, two, three…

The room’s atmosphere grew hotter, and Shia’s instincts kicked in. He really wanted to push her off now, but her grip was unyielding.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just then, a knock at the door broke the tension.

“Senpai, it’s Lilith from Year Two. I’m here for our scheduled discussion on swordsmanship,” came a cheerful voice from outside.

Lilith, standing outside the door, felt quite proud of herself.

She thought her timing was impeccable, imagining how Sistine’s dedication to swordsmanship would lead to her being impressed by Lilith’s eagerness to learn.

This was a carefully thought-out plan to get closer to Sistine.

Everyone knew the Sword Saint valued swordsmanship above all else, so showing a thirst for knowledge was bound to earn her favor.

Frequent discussions would naturally build a closer relationship, wouldn’t they?

Meanwhile, Shia’s face took on a strange expression as he processed the situation.

Lilith? At this hour? To discuss swordsmanship?

It was obvious her motives weren’t purely academic.

This felt suspiciously familiar.

Shia glanced at Sistine, who was still entirely focused on her “marking,” seemingly oblivious to the voice outside. Then he looked at the firmly closed door.

A wave of déjà vu washed over him.

Though the timing wasn’t the same, the sequence of events was eerily similar to a key moment in the game’s storyline.

In the game, the goblin uprising occurred six months later, and Seven Shield Academy participated in the counter-offensive. Sistine, the Sword Saint, had also been affected by the mist during that campaign.

In the game, Lilith came to Sistine’s room under the pretense of discussing swordsmanship, just as Shia arrived to help Sistine. But by then, it was too late—Lilith had encountered the mist-addled Sistine alone.

That scene had unlocked a notorious CG moment that had left Shia’s blood pressure skyrocketing in frustration.

His carefully cultivated “powerhouse” Sistine had been taken advantage of, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But now, faced with a similar situation in real life, would he let history repeat itself?

Absolutely not!

Shia glanced at Sistine, her flushed face and pitiful yet dominant demeanor tugging at his resolve.

She had been so forward—what reason did he have to hold back now?

A real man acted when the time called for it.

“Lilith, senpai isn’t available right now,” Shia called out, his voice steady.

Outside, Lilith blinked in confusion. She glanced around, confirming that she hadn’t come to the wrong place.

This was Sistine’s villa, not Shia’s.

So why was Shia inside?

“What are you doing in there?” Lilith’s voice lost its earlier sweetness, replaced with a guarded edge.

Shia, still enduring Sistine’s relentless kisses, spoke again, though his tone was a little strained.

“Senpai’s in trouble. I’m helping her recover.”

Lilith pressed her ear to the door, listening closely. The urgency in Shia’s voice seemed genuine, and her suspicion eased slightly.

Shia continued, “The battle in the cavern earlier caused senpai’s sword energy to destabilize…”

He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid, but his tone hinted at the severity of the situation.

Inside, Shia’s expression turned grim.

If Lilith decided to enter, the scene would certainly turn chaotic. But he was gambling on her judgment.

Would she come in, knowing how dangerous things might be?

Entering could earn him her favor, but it would almost certainly end in disaster for him.

Not entering seemed safe on the surface, but in reality...

“I’ll stand guard outside the door to make sure no one disturbs you two!”

Lilith’s voice came through the door, still soft and considerate, exuding an air of noble selflessness.