Strange, why?
Suddenly, the voices stopped?
What on earth is happening inside?
Why did that knight lady call Teacher Fu “Big Sister”?
Damn it, I really want to know… what Teacher Fu and that knight lady were talking about—
Sylvie gripped the door handle with her delicate palm, cautiously twisting it.
She thought, maybe if she turned it just a little without making too much noise, she could quietly create a tiny gap in the door and peek inside.
“Click, click—”
No luck.
It wouldn’t open.
Apparently, because the lock was broken when she forcefully broke into the Living Room earlier, just a small twist on the outside handle couldn’t open the door at all.
What should she do?
Sylvie’s youthful face showed a restless anxiety fueled by curiosity, and she couldn’t help pacing nervously outside the door.
Her intuition told her that something beyond her understanding was definitely happening inside.
…Could it be that the knight lady is actually a villain?
Could she really have been deceived by a villain, accidentally led into the house?
But she seemed so familiar with Teacher Fu… and she even said something about “serving by her side in the past”…
Could this be an old lover of Teacher Fu’s from the past?
Sylvie knew very little about Floria’s past, but one thing was certain: Floria’s beauty was enough to captivate both men and women.
In that moment, Sylvie’s mind raced, recalling many settings from romantic Fairy Tale Books.
No no no… impossible… those kinds of things only happen in dog-blood romance novels… such coincidences don’t happen in real life—
She must be overthinking it, that’s right!
It’s all the fault of those idle classmates in the Town academy, always passing around weird illustrated booklets in class, messing with her thoughts…
Lost in her swirling thoughts outside the door, Sylvie caught sight of a window with the corner of her eye.
“Oh right… the window!”
Teacher Fu used to teach her, “There are always more solutions than difficulties,” but until now, Sylvie had never felt the wisdom in that saying so deeply.
She quickly abandoned the door handle and moved to the windowsill opposite the Living Room.
She fiddled with the windowsill, lifting the frosted glass just enough to create a narrow finger-width gap.
Through that tiny opening, she stealthily poked out her little head, peering into the Living Room—
“Sophia! You… uh!”
After the window was opened slightly, Floria’s sharp, muffled grunt came through as if breaking some barrier, clear and direct, piercing Sylvie’s ears and instantly flushing her cheeks crimson.
“Shh…”
What’s going on with that sound?!
And… why is Teacher Fu pinned down on the dining table?
Sylvie’s eyes widened in shock at the fleeting glimpse inside.
She hurriedly crouched down on the floor, backing against the wall, pressing her hand tightly over her mouth to stifle any sound of shock.
From the angle through the window gap, she could only see the tall black-haired Sophia leaning over, her back blocking most of the view of the dining table.
But she could still see Teacher Fu’s two snow-white, slender legs, and her petite toes clad in high-heeled Princess Boots.
One boot had somehow been kicked off in the struggle, lying not far on the floor.
And Teacher Fu’s usual wheelchair was overturned beside them.
This… this can’t be right… Didn’t the knight lady say… it was just a routine home visit?
What… what exactly are they doing?!
Sylvie felt as if she had opened the door to a whole new world, her heart pounding wildly.
Could those strange Fairy Tale Book storylines… really happen in real life?
Uncertain, she took another look—
Miss Sophia bent over the dining table, her back almost completely blocking the delicate form of Floria beneath her.
But it was still clear that Teacher Fu was struggling, fiercely pounding Sophia’s shoulder with clenched fists in protest.
Her legs were spread and twitching, curling and kicking in anger, even her smooth white toes curled tightly against the soles of her shoes.
“Beast! Pervert! Get off me… shameless… uh…!”
Between heavy breaths, Floria’s muffled scolding cut off abruptly as if forcibly stopped, replaced by strange, soft, weak sounds.
The usually elegant and composed Teacher Fu… could she really be like this?
Sylvie had never heard Floria’s voice like this before, but she was certain these sounds were coming from Floria’s rosy, full lips.
The sounds were tingling and alluring, melodious and enchanting, making one’s bones feel soft and weak, crashing in waves one after another.
Just hearing Floria’s voice, it felt as if she were suffocating, utterly exhausted.
Yet paradoxically, the volume kept rising uncontrollably, making Sylvie’s earlobes blush and her cheeks burn.
This cycle went on for about ten seconds.
Then, as if granted a moment to breathe, the strange sounds gradually faded.
But Sylvie clearly saw that the small fists which had been pounding and pushing Sophia’s shoulders now gripped the back of Sophia’s clothes with all five fingers.
Her legs had also wrapped around Sophia’s slender waist.
“Big Sister smells so good~”
Sophia straightened up, looking at her “work” before her with no small amount of satisfaction.
Floria’s body on the dining table had gone limp and weak like a puddle of spring water, her eyes vacant, pupils lost.
Though her expression still held bitterness and humiliation, the fierce resistance had mostly collapsed during this “punishment.”
Sophia eyed the exhausted witch lady, as if recalling something, and sighed darkly, her expression dimming:
“I don’t even know which heartless bastard Father… could have made Big Sister willingly abandoned, living alone in seclusion raising a child… If I ever find out who he is, I definitely won’t let him off!”
Outside, Sylvie shuddered at these words, instinctively gasping.
What… heartless bastard… abandoned… living alone raising a child…?
Could it be… could it really be what she guessed?
Miss Sophia truly is Teacher Fu’s old lover?
And she herself is… Teacher Fu’s… uh…
“Hmm… that bastard ‘Father’?”
Floria, still dazed, flinched at that.
…Could it be that Sophia thought… Sylvie was a child born to her and some ordinary man?
She couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Hehehe… what you should be asking is, who exactly is that bastard’s Second Mother—”
Floria propped up a weak smile, teasing Sophia whose face instantly flickered with a brilliant mix of red and white.
“Big Sister… actually has another woman…”
Sophia’s face darkened, her previously smug smile turning sinister.
“…Not behaving at all, Big Sister.
“But… it’s fine.”
Suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she returned to a gentle expression and coaxed:
“Big Sister, promise me, come back with me. I will take good care of you and Sylvie.”
Sophia’s low, seductive voice continued through the window gap, shedding her villainous posture, sounding warm, kind, and persuasive.
“Return to the Kingdom’s capital, Big Sister will live a better life. This backwater Town isn’t a place for you.
“Even if Sylvie has no blood relation to me… as long as she is Big Sister’s child, I will treat her as my own.”
Of course, if she could, she wanted to repeat what Sylvie’s unknown Second Mother did to Floria, to see if she could leave her bloodline mark on Big Sister’s body and erase the stain left by that faithless woman—
“Hmph… you… your words sound nice on the surface…”
“Big Sister, still unwilling? Then I’ll have to use harsher methods—”
“…”
At this, Floria trembled violently and shrank back, closing her eyes in shame, tilting her neck, refusing to speak.
Sophia, seeing this, let out a satisfied, cunning chuckle.
Outside, Sylvie panted anxiously, feeling everything suddenly become clear.
She set her clever little mind racing, quickly piecing together the situation with brilliant insight.
Yes… from Sophia’s scattered words, she was definitely the loser in their romantic rivalry!
And because she never forgot Teacher Fu, and Sylvie resembled Teacher Fu, that was why, when she was in the city, she had so oddly grabbed Sylvie’s wrist and started talking to her…!
Exactly! Everything made sense now!
So, looking at it this way, the reason Sophia hurried here was because she still cared for Teacher Fu!
In other words… her goal is…!
“To be Sylvie’s Second Mother, isn’t that fine?”
Yes, yes, that’s it—
Wait… no no no!
Who asked you, a stranger I’ve known for less than a day, to be my mother!
Sylvie’s expression instantly turned resentful and indignant, her temper flaring.
She snorted coldly, her body acting faster than her mind, storming back to the door and twisting the handle with all her might—
The only one who gets to snuggle and sniff sweet, soft Teacher Fu is me alone, you detestable knight lady, you’re definitely up to no good, you big villain, ughhhhhhhhhh!