Listening to her soft whispers, Lena’s heart couldn’t help but soften.
Aurora liked her, and Lena, in turn, was equally fond of the clever girl. Both Aurora and Lilia gave her the feeling of raising daughters.
Watching them grow stronger day by day filled her with deep contentment.
‘As she mused, a small hand, seemingly from nowhere, tugged at her pristine nightgown. The left strap slipped, revealing a soft, fair shoulder and the faint curve of her breast.
She reached out to fix the strap, but Aurora caught her wrist, stopping her.
“Sister, are you trying to tempt me tonight, dressed like this?”
Aurora lay diagonally on the bed, her voice laced with a hint of seduction as she spoke. Her slender, mature curves were clearly visible.
“Stop it, Aurora.”
“I’m not joking, Sister Lena.”
Aurora’s lips curved into a smile. With a swift movement, she straddled Lena’s waist, pinning her beneath her.
“Tonight, it’s just you and me, Sister Lena. You don’t actually think you can escape my grasp, do you?”
“…What are you saying, Aurora?”
Lena couldn’t quite comprehend the girl’s words, or perhaps she simply refused to entertain such thoughts. She struggled, trying to push Aurora off her, but without any magic, she was no match for Aurora.
“What am I saying? Sister Lena, don’t you realize how alluring you are?”
Aurora lightly tapped her own thin lips with her index finger, then licked them. The once aloof goddess now resembled a succubus, and this stark contrast left Lena momentarily stunned.
She swallowed hard, finally grasping the true meaning of Aurora’s ‘love’ for her.
Aurora’s affection was entirely different from Lilia’s; it was the love of a lover, filled with possessiveness and a touch of madness. Yet, this was precisely what Lena could never reciprocate.
“I… I’m married, and you’re still too young…”
Her words were cut short by Aurora’s ruthless interruption.
“Married? What does that matter? I’ve never heard you mention your husband. As for age, it has never been important in my eyes.”
Aurora used magic to bind Lena’s hands, then gently caressed her cheek. Leaning closer, she let her long hair cascade over Lena’s chest.
She gazed into Lena’s moonlit eyes, her voice as seductive as a demon’s: “Love isn’t bound by age, Sister Lena. If you don’t like your husband, why not imagine me as them tonight?”
Lena’s face flushed instantly at Aurora’s intimate actions. She turned her head, unwilling to meet Aurora’s gaze, while murmuring, “No…”
“Aurora, come to your senses…”
“Don’t struggle, Sister Lena. I finally found this opportunity. You have no magic, and Lilia and the others are all asleep. Right now, no one will respond to your calls.”
Aurora lightly blew into her ear, sending a tingling sensation throughout Lena’s body. Her legs bent, and her consciousness grew hazy.
She had never imagined Aurora’s love for her was romantic. Even if she wasn’t married, even if no one knew Sophia, a relationship between them was simply impossible!
She had always regarded Aurora as a daughter.
Having never seen a shy Lena before, Aurora savored the sight for a moment. Then, she hooked her pinky finger, playfully twirling Lena’s silver hair, and whispered, “I heard that girls can have children with other girls; it just requires a little special magic…”
Suddenly, scenes of Sophia pinning her down flashed through Lena’s mind. The blush on Lena’s cheeks spread all the way to her neck. She covered her face with her bound hands, asking in a muffled, embarrassed voice, “…Where did you hear all this?”
“In books. Many books say so.”
“Many books? You… you wouldn’t be… Ah!”
Just as she was about to ask where those books came from, a tickling sensation bloomed at her waist, interrupting her words and causing her delicate body to tremble.
The culprit, Aurora, smiled faintly, her fingers still pinching Lena’s small waist through the nightgown, a satisfied expression on her face.
“Sister Lena’s waist is so soft.”
Watching Lena’s expression, a mix of shyness and a hint of grievance, the curve of Aurora’s lips slowly widened, an irrepressible joy.
“Sister Lena is the cutest.”
After saying this, her mischievous hand moved to the hem of Lena’s nightgown on her thigh, poised to go further. Lena could finally take no more.
She gripped the girl’s wrist, then with a simple touch, the magic binding her hands suddenly dissipated. Silvery-white petals floated into existence around them.
White flower stems wrapped around Aurora’s delicate body, lifting her from the bed and moving her away from Lena, giving Lena time to straighten her disheveled nightgown.
Instinctively clutching the blanket to cover her chest, Dorothy, now transformed, looked at the bed with a crimson face, unsure how to face Aurora.
Just as she was pondering how to explain her transformation, she heard a silver-bell-like laugh from in front of her.
“Sister, are you finally willing to use your magic? I thought you’d endure it forever.”
Dorothy froze. She turned her head to see that all traces of seduction had vanished from Aurora, leaving only a cool demeanor and that knowing smile she had anticipated.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.
‘Could it be that Aurora already knew Lena and Silverbloom were the same person?’
“…You already knew?”
“Yes, I vaguely guessed.”
“So, you were teasing me just now? Just to force me to turn into Silverbloom?”
Dorothy clenched her fists, her cheeks still flushed, perhaps from shame and annoyance.
Bound by the flower stems, Aurora tilted her head, chuckling softly: “A teased Senior Silverbloom is very cute. If it weren’t inappropriate, I would have wanted to take a picture of Senior just now as a keepsake.”
“…A keepsake, you say?”
Dorothy smiled gently at Aurora, then, in the latter’s horrified gaze, she pulled. The flower stems placed Aurora on her lap.
Aurora seemed to anticipate what was about to happen. Her pretty face turned pale, and she frantically tried to cover the hem of her nightgown over her delicate bottom, but the flower stems wrapped around her wrists, making it impossible.
“Ah, Sister Lena…”
She called Dorothy’s name in a soft, vulnerable voice, hoping to appeal to her compassionate side, but unfortunately, this time Dorothy decided to be firm.
“Honestly, where did you get those books? Have Lilia and the others seen them?”
“I… I accidentally saw them before. Only I have read them.”
‘So you’ve learned bad things, have you? You even dare to tease your senior.’
Dorothy’s gaze swept over Aurora’s delicate bottom, causing her to shiver.
“Wait! Sister Lena!”
“Hm? Do you have anything more to say?”
Feeling Dorothy’s sharp gaze, Aurora pouted her small lips, and bowed her head, saying in a pitiful, aggrieved tone, “Actually, I know that among the three of us, Sister is the best to Lilia, taking care of her like she’s your own daughter.
For the past six months, I’ve tried to get you to look at me more, but I’ve failed every time. Sometimes I really envy Lilia, envying her for having Sister Lena’s love…
But I’ve also come to understand that Sister doesn’t not love us; it’s just that you can’t take care of everyone. In the future, I will continue to strive for your attention, hoping Sister will look at me a few more times…”
Listening to her words, soft yet with a hint of resilience, Dorothy lowered her hand and fell silent.
She knew that everything Aurora did tonight was perhaps just for her favoritism.
Their love for her was no less than Lilia’s, yet she couldn’t reciprocate with equal affection. Over time, the sensitive Aurora could no longer suppress her inner yearning and chose to confess to her tonight.
This was her oversight. If she had been more attentive to them in her daily life, perhaps Aurora wouldn’t have had such worries.
A heavy sense of guilt and self-reproach slowly crept into her heart. She involuntarily hugged Aurora tightly.
“Mmm… I’m sorry. I neglected you all in the past.” Releasing the flower stems that bound Aurora, Dorothy felt the softness in her embrace and apologized softly, her head bowed.
“It’s okay, Sister Lena, I don’t want you to be too tired. After all, everyone’s love is limited.” While saying this, in a corner unseen by Dorothy, Aurora revealed a triumphant smile.
‘Just a little pretense of pity can make Sister Lena soft-hearted. Hmph, it’s really easy to escape punishment.’
“However, the spanking you deserve is still unavoidable.”
“Eh?”
Before Aurora could react, she was once again placed on Dorothy’s lap. Her pristine nightgown was instantly flipped up, making her cheeks flush crimson with shame.
“Children shouldn’t read those kinds of books, and certainly shouldn’t learn from them, Aurora. You’re so smart, you should understand this, shouldn’t you?”
Dorothy was truly worried they would be corrupted by such knowledge. Even Sophia, after reading those kinds of books for five years, had gradually fallen into depravity.
“I… I know I was wrong!”
Aurora’s eyes seemed to well up with tears, on the verge of crying, but Dorothy gritted her teeth and brought her raised hand down.
*Slap!*
“Ah!”
A crisp striking sound and the girl’s cry echoed in the room. Soundproofing magic simultaneously activated. Dorothy looked at Aurora, who was crying on her lap, her heart aching.
But no matter how much it pained her, she had to teach her a lesson. Sometimes strictness was more effective than gentleness.
****
The next morning, Lena, holding Aurora’s small hand, walked out of the room. She yawned, stretched, while Aurora mournfully rubbed her delicate bottom with one hand.
In truth, Lena hadn’t hit her hard last night; with Aurora’s physique, she would heal quickly. However, being spanked was a first for Aurora, an experience she could never forget.
Today was the second day of the entrance examination. Celia had already gone to the test site. Lena, having transformed into Dorothy, entered the Lu’en Academy after inquiring about Ryan’s whereabouts.
Ryan’s leg had been broken during the entrance examination, and the academy felt responsible, so they admitted him into the internal medical ward.
“Good morning, Instructor.”
With a crimson badge pinned to her chest, Dorothy nodded in response to the students who bowed and greeted her along the way.
However, after passing them, she often overheard their discussions.
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know. They say she’s a new visiting instructor?”
“Visiting instructors can be anonymous now? That’s impressive!”
“I don’t understand what the dean is doing, but apparently, she passed the Level 3 magic test. She’s probably a very famous Rank 7 warrior.”
“Level 3 magic test?! Then she must have some unspeakable reason to choose anonymity, right?”
There was much discussion about this anonymous instructor. Just as Edith had said, after passing the Level 3 magic test, they didn’t find it impossible for her to become a visiting instructor.
However, these discussions were heading in the direction she least wanted. More and more people began to guess which famous Rank 7 warrior she was, and many had even inadvertently spoken the correct answer.
—Silverbloom Sword Princess.
This truly gave her a massive headache.
Shaking her head, she pushed open the door and arrived at the medical ward’s front desk.
“Hello, I’m looking for Ryan.”
“Ryan? Please wait a moment.”
The receptionist first glanced at the badge on Dorothy’s chest, then nervously bent her head to look up Ryan’s room number.
After a short while, she sighed in relief.
“He’s in room 301.”
“Thank you.”
Having learned Ryan’s room number, Dorothy didn’t linger and headed straight for the stairs. After she left, the receptionist rubbed her shoulders, finally relaxing completely.
“After Ryan broke his leg, quite a few instructors came to visit him. I didn’t expect a visiting instructor to come this time.”
“Of course. He’s Earl Ryan’s son, and there are many instructors in the academy who are on good terms with the Earl.” Another black-haired receptionist snorted, speaking with a touch of sarcasm: “Hmph, if he hadn’t been born into a good family, how would he be able to act so arrogantly here?
Since he was the one whose leg was broken, Ryan was practically acting like a king in this medical ward, giving them a lot of trouble. At this moment, the receptionist wished someone would teach him a good lesson and break his other leg too.”
“I wonder how the girl who broke his leg is doing. She’s probably being retaliated against, right? Those children of great nobles are all like that; they won’t swallow any slight.”
“Retaliation? Give me a break. Him?”
The black-haired receptionist secretly leaned closer to her colleague, lowering her voice as if venting her anger: “I’m telling you, that girl is also a noble young lady, and it’s said that behind her stands a Rank 8 councilor whom even Earl Ryan can’t curry favor with.”
“Really?”
“Why would I lie to you? Ryan might not say it openly, but he’s probably fuming internally.”
At this, a silver-bell-like laugh echoed at the medical ward’s front desk, and Dorothy, who had heard everything, finally arrived in front of room 301.
Pulling down the brim of her hat, she knocked on the door. Then, without waiting for a response from inside, she directly turned the doorknob and opened the room.