Chapter 54: You Forced My Hand!

Despair crashed over Ange like icy waves, battering the dam of reason that was already on the verge of burning away under the fire of her desires.

She watched as Huayin sat there, lost in a sea of books, as if completely isolated from the world, and a surge of anger mixed with shame and urgency shot straight to Ange’s head.

I can’t give up! I absolutely can’t lose control here!

She all but gambled everything, forcing her trembling right hand down hard onto the page Huayin was reading, blocking out the tedious text about the birth of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.

This sudden interruption finally drew Huayin out of her book.

There was a hint of annoyance at being disturbed in her red eyes, as well as obvious confusion. She raised an eyebrow at Ange, her tone flat.

“What is it? Miss Ange? Have you suddenly developed an academic interest in the origins of one of the Demon Kings?”

She even deliberately tapped her finger on the very passage Ange’s hand was pressing.

“This section describes the preliminary formation process of the Authority of Lust. Is there something you don’t understand?”

There’s a huge problem! Who the hell cares how those damned Seven Demon Kings of Hell were born?!

Ange was screaming internally, but all she could manage was a twisted smile on her face, her eyes frantically flashing distress signals at Huayin, staring wider and wider, desperately trying to convey her urgent plight through sheer force of eye contact.

Huayin! Look at me! Look at my eyes! Please! Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Can’t you always see right through my façade? Figure it out already! Aren’t you the most sharp-eyed, the one who loves to tease people the most?!

Her fingers pressed so hard against the page in her struggle to suppress her body’s trembling and inner turmoil that her knuckles turned white and began to spasm.

In fact, Huayin had sensed the vibration in her pocket from the very start.

Combined with Ange’s obvious flush, her restless posture, and those purple eyes brimming with a desperate plea, almost on the verge of tears—

Huayin took less than half a second to piece everything together. This useless teacher was having a magic mark attack again, and it seemed much fiercer this time.

But why should she help?

She had no obligation to be this idiot’s firefighter every single time.

On the contrary, seeing this usually stone-faced woman—who sometimes even tried to put on airs as a teacher—now reduced before her to such a wretched, flustered, nearly begging state was… honestly, highly entertaining.

Or perhaps, she was waiting.

Waiting for Ange to admit with her own mouth that she needed her help, waiting for her to let go of her pathetic pride and beg.

Only then would she, the proud eldest daughter of the Phoenix Family, be “reluctantly” moved to lend a hand.

She watched at leisure as Ange’s breathing grew faster, beads of sweat slid down her delicate skin from her temple, the blush on her face deepening until it nearly reached her neck, and her gaze shifted from anxious, to desperate, then to one last struggle…

The corners of Huayin’s mouth could barely hide her anticipation at this spectacle.

Just when she thought Ange was about to reach her limit—perhaps to blurt out some incoherent excuse—

Ange moved!

Her hand, which had been resting on the book, suddenly shot down like lightning and seized Huayin’s left wrist, which was resting at her side. She moved so fast that Huayin didn’t even have time to react.

“You—?!”

Before Huayin’s shocked words could escape, a powerful, determined force yanked her forward.

Ange grabbed her wrist, without a moment’s hesitation, and almost roughly, shoved Huayin’s slender, well-maintained hand directly under the thin blanket covering herself.

All the way down, precisely and irresistibly, pressing it between her legs, right on the already damp panties.

!?

Huayin’s mind buzzed and went blank in an instant.

Her crimson pupils contracted to the extreme, and the mocking ease on her face froze into utter shock and disbelief.

She could clearly feel the searing heat and dampness against her fingertips, not at all diminished by the thin fabric.

It was a living, raging desire—burning and tormenting, all belonging to this silver-haired, languid big sister.

At that moment, Ange looked up, meeting Huayin’s stunned gaze, and blinked hard and fast.

In those violet eyes was a mix of reckless shame, desperate resolve, and, perhaps, a trace of relief, as if to say—See?

Now you finally understand the “problem” I’m facing, right?!

Ingrid Beltans was still watching anxiously from the side, worried about Ange’s abnormal flush, wondering if her teacher was running a fever.

From the bathroom, the sound of Sakika rinsing her hair trickled on without pause.

By the bed, Huayin’s hand was forcibly pressed against Ange’s most private, most scorching spot. She was frozen in place, as if turned to ice, incapable of any response.