Chapter 103: Your Lady Is Right Next Door, I Bet You Can’t Wake Her (3)

Chapter 103: Your Lady Is Right Next Door, I Bet You Can't Wake Her (3)

As the rain faded into the background, the cold walls of the room pressed against Tia's back.

Her breath hitched as Shia's face loomed dangerously close, his arm resting beside her head.

His presence filled the space, his scent intoxicating her senses.

Though her body was weak and her mind conflicted, she didn't resist.

At this point, it didn't matter whether they were inside or out.

All she wanted was to drown in this moment and forget the pain.

Shia, however, seemed in no rush.

He glanced toward the adjoining room.

"Your lady is sleeping next door, isn't she? Sound asleep, I bet."

Hearing the mention of Lilith, Tia's attention snapped to him, alarm flashing in her eyes.

Shia's smirk widened, a mischievous glint in his gaze.

"What do you think—would she wake up if we made a little noise?"

Tia's eyes widened as she realized his intent.

Panic set in as she struggled against him, her silent protests evident in her glare.

But no sound escaped her lips.

Tia leaned against the cold wall, realizing that she had indeed invited the wolf into her home.

As Shia's amused voice echoed in her ears, he was still intent on gambling.

"I bet you won't wake her up," he teased.

A hint of regret flashed through Tia's mind, but it was far too late for that.

As Shia had made clear earlier—he wasn't someone who could be treated as a substitute.

The room was filled with the muffled sounds of Tia's conflicted moans—pain laced with a twisted sense of rebellious pleasure.

On this rainy autumn night, in a dark, unlit room, she was taken.

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In the room next door, Lilith was blissfully lost in her dreams.

She was dreaming about her ideal harem life, cuddling up with the adorable and curvaceous elf senior.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she rolled over in bed, hugging her blanket tightly as if it were the very figure she longed for.

As for the noises from the adjacent room?

She didn't hear a thing.

She turned over once more, her slumber unbroken, and continued to drift in her peaceful fantasies.

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Tia stared blankly at the white ceiling, her body trembling as if the entire world were shaking.

Her silver hair spilled across the bed like a radiant waterfall, and a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the sweat glistening on her skin.

Lying on the edge of the bed, she gasped for air, seizing the brief moments of respite.

Her pale skin was tinged with a delicate pink hue, blooming like a sea of peach blossoms—a sight both fragile and breathtaking.

Her emotions, however, were far more tangled.

She desperately wanted to keep what had transpired hidden from her lady next door.

Throughout the ordeal, she had tried her best to stifle her voice, but she hadn't been entirely successful, and the noise wasn't insignificant.

Nervousness, fear, and guilt gnawed at her, yet the silence from the adjacent room remained unbroken.

The lady hadn't heard anything?

Shia's gamble had paid off.

Again.

What should have been a relief only left Tia feeling more hollow and despondent.

The quiet outside the room, save for the sound of wind and rain, was suffocating.

The absence of even a knock on the door to check on her filled her with a disappointment greater than any relief she might have felt.

As the lightning faded and the room plunged back into darkness, only the sound of her gradually steadying breaths remained.

She had hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that her commotion would bring the lady running, that the sound of her steps would echo in the hallway.

When that knock came, she'd have an excuse to stop.

Instead… it went on until midnight.

No knock.

No concern.

Nothing.

Tia buried her face in her arms, overcome with shame and self-reproach.

She hadn't wanted this.

All she'd wanted was to provoke the lady, to make her jealous, to grab her attention after being ignored for so long.

She hadn't thought things through.

But as the atmosphere built, and events naturally escalated, everything spiraled out of her control.

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The guilt of betraying her lady was like a vast ocean, drowning her in its depths, making it hard even to breathe.

She regretted it deeply, her heart aching as waves of self-loathing consumed her.

A sharp slap rang out.

The stinging pain on her ass snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.

The trembling of her body from the force of the blow only deepened her sense of humiliation.

Shia's voice remained steady, almost mocking as he offered a casual reminder.

"Had enough rest?"

It wasn't a question. It was a declaration: rest time was over.

Tia's mind raced with memories of their earlier intensity, a storm of chaos and fervor that had left her feeling like she might fall apart.

Her delicate frame shuddered with a trace of fear.

Still, she lowered herself to the ground, turning to face Shia and kneeling submissively before him.

Her voice was soft, barely audible over the rain.

"Can we… stop? Please? If I wake up too late tomorrow, the lady will suspect something."

Shia's lips curled into a smile.

Some things didn't end just because you wanted them to.

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The next morning, the rain had stopped, and the world was refreshed.

The sun shone brightly, the air crisp and clean after the storm had washed away the grime of the previous night.

Lilith stood by the open window, basking in the morning breeze. She seemed to be in a wonderful mood.

The sound of the door opening drew her attention—it was Tia, coming in to clean.

But something about her was off today.

Lilith lingered by the window, listening to the faint rustling behind her.

When she finally turned to look, she noticed Tia moving stiffly.

Was she sore? Did she sleep wrong and numb one side of her body?

Lilith didn't dwell on it, though. She had something more important to ask.

"Is breakfast ready?"

Tia paused her cleaning, bowing slightly.

Only, this time, she couldn't bend very far—her waist ached too much.

The intense activity of the previous night had taken its toll, and recovery would not come quickly.

"Yes, my lady, it's prepared," she replied, her voice slightly hoarse.

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