Chapter 125: The Princess’s Dignity Completely Shattered, and the Revered Sister Defers to a Villain… (1)

Chapter 125: The Princess's Dignity Completely Shattered, and the Revered Sister Defers to a Villain… (1)

One moment, Violet was still struggling to escape; the next, she went limp.

Her white silk-clad legs twitched unconsciously, her smooth, porcelain-like skin gradually flushing red. Her wide, teary eyes glistened as soft whimpers escaped her lips.

"Ugh~"

Inside the secluded room, all sound was muffled, the small space blocking out prying eyes and isolating their voices. The temperature steadily rose, enveloping Violet in a stifling heat that made her feel like she was boiling alive.

'Why would he touch the soles of my feet?'

Her mind raced, panicked and repentant. 'I really won't provoke him again! I promise!'

Sweat soaked through her clothes, clinging to her body as stray strands of hair plastered to her face and neck. She wanted to flee, but her limbs were completely drained of strength, leaving her weak and trembling.

'If there's a next time, I'll control myself better!'

The silky texture of her white stockings clung to her skin, accentuating her slender, shapely legs. Their elasticity and warmth under Shia's touch felt utterly irresistible. The creamy fabric, pristine and pure, seemed to evoke an unexplainable tension, as if its innocence begged to be tarnished.

Her legs, encased in the sheer white fabric, resembled the smooth surface of freshly churned ice cream, inviting indulgence.

Shia's fingers wrapped around her delicate foot, lifting her leg slightly higher. Beneath her skirt, the seamless, translucent tights teased with just enough allure to stoke the imagination.

Violet bit her lip, her watery eyes locking onto Shia's face with a mix of defiance and embarrassment.

'How dare he do this?!'

A princess of her standing, reduced to such a state—it was a disgrace!

But no matter how humiliated she felt, she refused to admit defeat.

Her shame only fueled her fury as she glared at him, her mind filled with tiny, vengeful scribbles of his downfall. And yet, in the depths of her heart, she couldn't find even a sliver of true resentment toward him.

Even now… being held like this…

Determined not to remain passive, Violet retaliated.

"Shia, do you dare make a bet with me?" she said, her breathing ragged and voice trembling with both anger and desperation.

Shia's gaze lingered on her face, not her foot. Her silver hair clung to her flushed cheeks, her big, watery eyes shimmering like she'd been utterly defeated.

Seeing him hesitate for a moment, Violet seized the opportunity to speak, worried he might not even let her talk.

"I can brew wine that will leave you in awe," she challenged, her tone laced with defiance. "If I succeed, you have to let me get revenge on you."

She smirked slightly, her eyes brimming with confidence.

"Do you dare?"

Shia's eyes scanned her from head to toe.

The sweat-drenched princess lay before him, her flushed skin radiating heat and exhaustion. Though she looked completely outmatched, her smug expression betrayed her misplaced confidence.

Violet doubled down, her tone sharp.

"If you're still a man, don't be a coward!"

She couldn't stand how Shia kept silently observing her, his unspoken scrutiny making her feel like all her plans were laid bare. Desperate to corner him into agreeing, she applied more pressure, leaving him no time to think.

Shia's expression grew amused, his fingers brushing against his chin as a sly smile played on his lips.

'Ah, the child's learning. She's even picked up reverse psychology.'

'Is this a case of "monkey see, monkey do"?'

He released her delicate foot.

"Alright," he said, his tone indulgent, as if humoring a child's antics.

Shia's smile deepened as he watched Violet relax, her body going limp like a survivor of a narrow escape. She was too busy regaining her composure to notice the cunning glint in his eyes.

'Let the little princess have her space. She'll soon realize how naive she's been.'

Violet perked up at the thought of her plan succeeding.

"This is a secret recipe passed down in the Silver Moon royal family," she said proudly. "You're not allowed to watch."

With that, she pushed Shia and the others out of the basement. Once alone, her restrained demeanor melted away, replaced by an unfiltered, gleeful grin.

Hands on her hips, Violet threw her head back and cackled like a villain about to triumph over the hero.

Her royal grace gave way to carefree excitement as she finally let her true nature shine.

Once she had laughed her fill, she eagerly began her brewing process.

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The first step was preparing the mash. Traditionally, this involved fermenting wheat or other grains, with steps like stirring and heating to enhance the flavor.

After glancing toward the door to ensure her privacy, Violet kicked off her shoes with a mischievous smirk, her pristine white stockings now exposed.

She stepped directly into the mash, the sticky mixture seeping through the silky fabric, turning it slightly transparent. Beneath the damp material, her tender, porcelain-like skin peeked through, reminiscent of melting snow.

As she stomped on the mash, the plump grapes beneath her feet burst, their deep red juices soaking into the stockings. Violet's eyes sparkled with mischief.

'True fine wine must be made with the delicate touch of beauty!'

She grinned, reveling in her audacity. The sensation of the sticky mixture clinging to her legs was oddly satisfying, the damp fabric hugging every curve of her shapely feet.