Chapter 265: She Was Really Starting to Get Anxious

Enya lowered her eyelids, her gaze falling to the floor, then moving up to the hands clasped over her abdomen.

Her slender, fair fingers were now intertwined.

She let out a light breath, then released her tangled fingers, forming her hands into loose fists.

Just as she lifted her head again to look at Vivienne, she saw that Vivienne had already turned her head away.

Enya stared at her profile, hesitating for a moment.

“Um…”

“Are you nervous?”

Vivienne suddenly turned her head, looking back at Enya standing there.

She scanned Enya from top to bottom once more, then rose from the chair she had been sitting on.

As she stood up, her pale pink fingernails scraped across the smooth tabletop.

The faint sound made Enya feel as if it wasn’t the table being scratched, but her own heart—an inexplicable tickle.

Her body trembled, and the scales on her plump tail bristled slightly.

Enya watched Vivienne stand up, their eyes now level.

She pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

“Does this feel strange to you?”

“……”

Vivienne didn’t speak immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on Enya’s.

After a moment, she withdrew her right hand from the table, put it behind her back, and a faint smile appeared on her face as she walked slowly toward Enya.

As she drew closer, Enya instinctively stepped back.

Her tail brushed against the French window, making a soft sound.

By now, Vivienne stood about one to two meters away from Enya—a distance already quite intimate. She narrowed her eyes and said.

“Although I already met you twice in Red Pine City not long ago, I still want to say—you’ve changed a lot in the past year.”

“Gulp…”

Enya’s face flushed slightly. She turned her head away, looking elsewhere.

“Sorry.”

“Mm.”

Vivienne took two more steps forward, forcing Enya to back up repeatedly until her back hit the French window, leaving no room to retreat.

Vivienne placed her hands on the glass, trapping Enya’s waist so she couldn’t escape her closeness.

Vivienne chuckled teasingly.

“Just like before—this is the only way to get close to you.”

“……”

Enya still avoided her gaze, even though they were this close. It was as if it had become a habit—seeing her always made her behave this way.

Suddenly, Enya’s eyes widened.

“Ah?!”

Enya felt her tail being rubbed—specifically the lower part.

As Enya let out a startled cry, Vivienne withdrew the hand that had done the audacious act and covered her mouth, laughing with delight.

“I…”

Enya hurriedly turned her head, looking at the mischievously grinning Vivienne, and began to speak in annoyance.

But Vivienne suddenly leaned in, so close that they breathed each other’s air.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow and said.

“You what?”

“I’m a mother now. Please show some restraint.”

Enya pouted as she said this, deliberately trying to annoy Vivienne.

She hadn’t intended to, but Vivienne’s behavior made her a bit angry, so she spoke without much thought.

“Sa…”

Vivienne’s smile faded, returning to her usual calm expression. She let out a cold laugh in response.

She gently lifted her left hand, grabbed Enya’s wrist, turned, and led her toward a small table.

Enya was pulled along by the sudden force until they reached the edge of the balcony.

Enya gazed into the distance, taking in the view of the estate.

This wasn’t reality—it was an illusionary realm conjured from memories.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Vivienne.

“This is where we used to play as kids.”

“Mm.”

Vivienne nodded, forced Enya to sit down, then returned to her previous chair and began brewing tea.

Under the table, Enya’s hands twisted together again.

“Did you wait for me here?”

“……”

Vivienne didn’t answer the question.

But that was as good as an admission.

She had indeed waited here in advance, otherwise she wouldn’t have created such a nostalgic scene.

Vivienne pushed the black tea toward Enya, then raised her eyes to meet Enya’s.

Still not answering the question, she reached out and touched Enya’s face.

Her palm gently stroked the delicate skin of Enya’s cheek—soft, smooth, utterly intoxicating.

Vivienne gazed into Enya’s eyes.

This time, Enya didn’t avoid her.

She let Vivienne’s hand caress her cheek, touch her ears, and glide through her silver-white hair.

“Enya, I liked you more when you were younger. There was a purity about you.”

“You liked it when I could only rely on you, didn’t you?”

“Maybe?”

“I thought you’d deny it…”

“Why would I? No one could refuse such a pure, beautiful girl being so dependent on them.”

Vivienne narrowed her eyes, a dangerous smile curving her lips.

Enya sighed softly.

She took Vivienne’s hand but didn’t pull away the mischievous paw. Instead, she lowered her head and pressed her cheek against Vivienne’s palm.

She rubbed gently against the warmth of Vivienne’s hand, feeling the temperature continue to rise.

Enya lifted her eyes to meet Vivienne’s deep gaze.

“You like me like this?”

“……”

Vivienne seemed frozen in time, not even breathing.

Now Enya, in her black dress, was taller and had the air of an older sister.

Vivienne, in her pink dress and smaller frame, seemed the more delicate one—yet their dynamic was reversed.

Enya held Vivienne’s hand and rubbed her cheek against her palm again.

Vivienne’s palms were sweating.

Finally, the princess of the West Wind Empire withdrew her hand, turned her head, and pretended to drink her warm black tea as she said.

“So, what do you need from me?”

“It’s just…”

Enya looked down at her own hands—the very hands that had just courageously grabbed Vivienne’s.

“It’s about Lakeside City… Vivienne, you know…”

“Lakeside City?”

Vivienne feigned confusion, took a sip of tea, then set down the cup.

Enya nodded quickly.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Oh.”

Vivienne turned her head and stared into the distance.

Enya was stunned for a moment. Recovering, she hastily pressed on.

“Sis, sis, dear sis—aren’t you going to say anything else?”

“Say what?”

Vivienne turned sideways, facing the south railing, so she was partially turned away from Enya. She rested one arm on the table.

Seeing this, Enya’s mouth twitched slightly.

She got up from her chair, walked around the small table to face Vivienne, then crouched down in front of her, placing both hands on Vivienne’s thighs and looking up at her.

Vivienne raised an eyebrow and said, as if casually.

“Lakeside City? I know it. It’s just Lakeside City.”

“Ugh…”

Enya pouted, feeling completely manipulated. With a sigh, she laid her head directly on Vivienne’s lap.

Vivienne took the opportunity to stroke her dragon horns.

As for everything else…

It went without saying.

Enya lay on Vivienne’s lap, eyes closed, feeling Vivienne’s hand gently stroke her silver-white hair and black-and-red dragon horns.

After a while, Enya felt Vivienne’s leg shift.

She raised her head and then stood up.

Vivienne was looking up at her, her pink eyes filled with some kind of emotion.

When Enya noticed it, she couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a bit intimidated.

Enya’s lips moved as she whispered.

“Um, I have to go tonight…”

“Shh~”

Before she could finish, Vivienne firmly covered her mouth, as if as long as the words weren’t said, nothing would happen.

Vivienne stood up, pulled Enya into the room, and ignored Enya’s attempts to tug back.

The princess was determined to do what she had always wanted.

Enya was dragged into the room, to the edge of the bed, and then flung onto it.

She landed on her side. As she sat up, Vivienne pressed down on her.

Vivienne straddled Enya’s legs, pushed her shoulders, and forced her back down.

“Ah! You’re on my tail!”

Enya arched her back, trying to push herself up, but Vivienne held her down, not giving her a chance to get up.

Enya had to shift slightly to give her trapped tail more space.

This posture made her body curve in a particularly alluring way. Combined with her form-fitting dress, it only heightened the effect.

“Guh, don’t…”

“Don’t what? You’ll have to say it.”

Vivienne tilted her head back, smiling as if she were on high.

At the same time, she grabbed Enya’s hand, opened her mouth, and gently bit down on her middle finger.

Enya felt a warmth touch her fingertip.

Bad…

Vivienne narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“Don’t you like it rough?”

“No! I don’t! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Enya was a bit frightened by her.

She hadn’t expected Vivienne would go this far. So she quickly lifted her head and shouted loudly.

“Damnit, Antiros, how long are you going to just watch?”

Vivienne stopped.

At that moment, the sound of the balcony’s French window sliding open came.

Vivienne reluctantly moved aside.

Sweat beaded on Enya’s forehead.

She quickly sat up on the bed, glared resentfully at Vivienne—who seemed a little desperate herself—then looked at the little witch lady who had been watching the show for a while.

Antiros stood at the doorway, expression calm as she watched the two women straighten their skirts.

She walked slowly to Enya’s side, reached out, and grabbed her ear—but said nothing.

“Ow~ It hurts! Antiros, let go!”

Enya yelped and begged softly.

When the witch lady released her small hand, Enya vanished into thin air.

At that moment, Antiros used the Group Owner’s Authority to kick Enya, the administrator, offline.

Then she looked at Vivienne, who remained behind.

Vivienne lowered her eyes and said softly.

“Teacher.”