The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

Adele’s dormitory, though not large, felt increasingly spacious when she was alone. Only when Seraph, the elusive angel, appeared, or when First Snow was around, did it feel a little more lively. Edith’s presence also brought a change to the otherwise quiet atmosphere. However, the girl herself was extremely nervous, not knowing whether to sit or stand.

Adele didn’t speak to her, turning to the kitchen to pour drinks. Edith stood there awkwardly, waiting for Adele’s return.

“Warm black tea, no strange effects,” Adele said, holding two small porcelain cups and handing one to Edith.

“Th-thank you.”

Edith didn’t understand why Adele specifically added “no strange effects.”

Was black tea supposed to have some strange effects?

She took the cup of warm black tea and took a sip. It was a sweet taste, not as sour as ordinary black tea.

“You’re not busy now?” Adele asked softly, placing her cup on the coffee table and taking the cake from Edith’s hands.

Just as Edith was about to answer, Adele said, “Sit down.”

So Edith immediately forgot what she was going to say and obediently sat down on the sofa next to Adele, her posture very proper.@@novelbin@@

“Pfft, why are you reacting like a trained dog?”

Adele teased, and Edith’s cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment.

She didn’t feel that way at all.

Edith continued from where Adele had left off,

“I was supposed to be busy because Grandmother entrusted me with the important task of registering for the ‘Blood Trial.'”

“And then?”

Adele blinked, her long eyelashes casting a seductive shadow.

“But I thought Adele’s cake was more important, so…”

“Ah, well…”

Although it was a bit “filial,” Adele thought that since Edith did it for her, she suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“Later, Grandmother called and asked me if I had other things to do.”

Adele nodded, imagining Lady Chen Xi’s gentle voice and its effect on people’s hearts.

If someone like that asked you for something, it would probably make you want to try your best no matter how difficult it was.

“When Grandmother asked, I told her the truth.”

“Pfft—!”

“Don’t tell on me!”

So that was what Adele was worried about.

Because she didn’t want Lady Chen Xi to misunderstand and think that she was playing with Edith’s feelings, leading her on, and taking advantage of her labor.

Edith’s shoulders slumped.

“Next time… next time I’ll know better.”

“Sigh, what’s done is done, forget it.”

Adele then asked,

“What did Lady Chen Xi say after hearing that?”

Edith squirmed shyly and said,

“Grandmother said that she would ask other members of the Black Feather Society to help, the registration doesn’t necessarily have to be handled by me.”

Edith paused.

“She told me to keep you company.”

At that moment, Adele’s expression could only be described as “Huh?”

She couldn’t imagine why Lady Chen Xi would say that.

But perhaps the thoughts of important people were always unfathomable.

So after thinking for a while, Adele gave up on trying to understand and turned to Edith.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore, have you had lunch?”

Adele asked.

Although she thought Edith wouldn’t be foolish enough to starve herself all morning just to queue for a cake…

But the following rumbling sound…

Made the atmosphere between Adele and Edith freeze.

But then, Adele couldn’t help but chuckle.

As for Edith, she was completely embarrassed.

“I haven’t had time yet…”

Edith explained shyly.

But Adele thought there was no need for her to be embarrassed.

“Then try this cake first.”

She opened the exquisite packaging and placed the fragrant, delicately shaped cakes in front of Edith.

There were three cakes, each with a different shape: a castle, a cat, and a lifelike puppy.

Adele thought for a moment and handed the “castle” shaped cake, about the size of a girl’s palm, to Edith.

Because she wanted to save the cat-shaped one for First Snow.

And the puppy-shaped one for Celeste.

It was a pity that Celeste wasn’t a real golden retriever.

Otherwise, Adele would definitely do what she saw in online videos, cutting the lifelike puppy cake in front of Celeste and recording her reaction to post online.

It would definitely be very interesting~

Disobedient puppies would be eaten by their masters~

Edith looked at the cake Adele handed her, not knowing whether to take it or not, feeling flattered.

It wasn’t until Adele’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure that Edith carefully took the cake.

“Here’s a spoon.”

“…Yes.”

As Adele handed over the spoon, she opened her cherry lips and made an “ah~” sound. Edith’s heart pounded, but she wasn’t so naive as to misunderstand Adele’s intentions. She scooped up a spoonful of cake, complete with a specially made frosting roof, and brought it to Adele’s lips with a slightly trembling hand.

Adele took the spoonful of cake into her mouth with a satisfied “Om nom nom.” A faint, glistening trace of saliva remained on the spoon. Looking at the residue, Edith couldn’t help but swallow, as if the spoon, now tainted with Adele’s essence, was more delicious than the cake itself. To avoid being seen, Edith quickly composed herself and took a bite of her own cake.

Adele, oblivious to Edith’s inner turmoil, carefully placed the remaining two cakes back into the box. She figured they would keep until tomorrow if refrigerated. This meant she had to find First Snow and Celeste before the cakes expired. First Snow wasn’t a concern; the kitten would inevitably show up at Adele’s dorm when bored, seeking games, affection, or occasionally indulging Adele’s sporadic desire to learn magic. Celeste was just a phone call away.

Edith, however, was puzzled by Adele’s actions. “Adele… aren’t you going to try some yourself?” she asked. She had waited in a long line to buy these cakes, and she longed to see Adele savor them and declare them delicious.

Adele, meeting Edith’s gaze, simply explained, “I’ve already had lunch, I’m not hungry now. Just trying yours is enough.”

“Oh, okay,” Edith replied, satisfied with the explanation. She was happy to share the cake that Adele had, in a way, given her.

Adele patted the sofa beside her, inviting Edith to sit closer, her expression a playful mix of annoyance and affection. “Why are you sitting so far away? Afraid I’ll eat you?”

Edith’s heart fluttered. She carefully held her cake and sat down next to Adele, her legs primly pressed together, the elegant curves and enticing lines visible beneath her skirt. Today, Edith was also wearing a skirt, a light gray pleated skirt that complemented her white school uniform shirt.

Adele discreetly placed her hand on Edith’s soft thigh, and Edith’s body visibly trembled.

“Feed me,” Adele commanded matter-of-factly.

Edith focused on the spoon in her hand, trying to ignore the feeling of Adele’s hand on her thigh. But Adele only grew bolder. Maintaining a calm facade, her hand began to explore Edith’s thigh, moving upwards like a serpent.

Edith struggled to maintain her composure, one hand holding the spoon with a carefully scooped portion of cake, the other trying to suppress the strange sensations coursing through her. Her breath hitched, and her legs tightened involuntarily.

Just as she managed to bring the spoonful of cake to Adele’s lips, Adele retracted all but her middle finger – a gesture with potentially suggestive connotations, though unintentional on Adele’s part. For Adele, it was simply the most convenient. She didn’t think too much about it.

Her middle finger continued its journey upwards, reaching a soft, fragrant patch of thin fabric. With a sudden flick, she targeted the slightly raised…

A soft, seductive gasp escaped Edith’s lips.

“Ah~!”

A spasm ran through Edith’s body. Her chest heaved, and her hand trembled, causing the cake and cream to fall.

According to the “cream-down law,” any bread or cake with jam, cream, or butter would always land with the cream-side down.

This time was no exception.

The cake and cream not only fell, but also landed, quite coincidentally, on Edith’s chest.

The white cream and soft cake against her equally white and soft…

Adele’s gaze intensified.

Although she was the culprit, Adele said matter-of-factly,

“Edith, you dropped the cake you were feeding me!”

Her tone was accusatory, yet tinged with a playful teasing unique to girls.

“…S-sorry!”

Edith immediately cowered, her shoulders slumping, looking utterly pitiful. Despite being the taller girl, she appeared small and weak in front of the petite Adele. She fumbled, trying to wipe the cream off her chest.

Adele seized the opportunity and pushed Edith onto the soft sofa. She pinned Edith’s wrists above her head, her long purple hair spilling across the cushions, framing her face in a way that made her look alluring and vulnerable. Adele’s voice, soft and seductive, drifted into Edith’s ears, sending shivers down her spine.

“Naughty Edith, spilling cake,” Adele purred. “You must be punished for wasting food~”

Adele lowered her head, her crimson lips approaching the opening of Edith’s shirt where a button had come undone. She neared the spot where the sweet cream had fallen, the soft, snow-white swell of Edith’s breast. With a flick of her tongue, like a cat—no, more like a small leopard—she tasted the cream. Elegant and commanding, she was nothing like a domesticated animal, but a wild, dangerous predator.

Even though Adele’s tongue lacked the barbs of a cat’s, Edith’s body flushed and burned as if touched by fire. She arched involuntarily, her skin slick with sweat.

“Does that feel good?” Adele asked, her tone laced with a hint of mockery. Edith, however, didn’t seem to mind, a flicker of… excitement in her eyes.

“Y-yes, Mother…!”

Adele simply pursed her lips, her expression unreadable. A glistening, wet trail marked the spot on Edith’s chest where Adele had tasted the cream.

Adele wasn’t about to stop there. Not until she had savored this “dessert” to her satisfaction. With one hand, she deftly unbuttoned Edith’s shirt, a skill honed through… experience.

Her other hand wasn’t idle either. In fact, this hand was far more potent, bringing Edith to the brink of… something. But this wasn’t punishment; it felt more like a reward. And then, with wicked intent, Adele stopped.

The abrupt cessation left Edith feeling empty, a hollow ache that throbbed between her legs. Only Adele, her Mother, could fill this void.

“Please… please, Mother…” she begged, slipping easily into their familiar role-play, using it to bridge the gap between their past animosity and present pleasure.

“Does a naughty daughter deserve to ask for anything?” Adele teased, her voice a soft whisper against Edith’s skin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Edith repeated, her voice thick with a desperate longing for Adele’s forgiveness, for the pleasure only Adele could provide.

Adele, however, continued to torment her, her fingers tracing teasing patterns against Edith’s inner thighs, a sly, sinuous touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Edith, unable to bear the teasing any longer, looked at Adele with pleading eyes, tears blurring her vision.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Adele purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Learning to cry now? It seems my little Edith is finally growing up.”

Adele narrowed her eyes, a mischievous glint appearing in them. “Learning new tricks, I see?” she purred. “Tell you what, I’ll allow you to use your hand… but only when I say so.”

She paused, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air. In truth, Adele hadn’t decided on a consequence yet, preferring to maintain an air of mystery. She knew that the greatest fear often stemmed from the unknown. The less she revealed, the more Edith’s imagination would run wild, conjuring up unbearable punishments.

Edith, seeing that Adele wasn’t elaborating, quickly became flustered, her eyes wide with panic.

Adele pressed her advantage, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “What’s wrong? Not going to listen to Mommy?”

“N-no, Mother,” Edith stammered, her body trembling slightly.

“Then hurry up. Show me~”

Despite her words, Edith remained frozen, her hands clutching her skirt like a virtuous maiden.

Adele snorted. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Don’t tell me you’re so innocent, you don’t understand anything.”

“How many times a week? And who’s the side dish?”

Adele’s pointed questions made Edith breathless, her cheeks burning with shame. She couldn’t avoid answering, so she confessed, her voice barely a whisper,

“Three… about… three times a week, ugh…”

“S-side dish…”

“I-I wouldn’t dare… I just think of you, Mother…”

Meaning, how could she possibly refer to Adele as a side dish? Such disrespect was unthinkable. But the truth was, she needed to think of Adele to…

Edith’s honest and unashamed confession stunned Adele. After a moment, she reacted, her face a mask of mock outrage.

“Well, well, well! A rebellious daughter, are we?”

“Learning all the wrong things. Don’t tell me you fantasize about pinning your own mother down…!?”

Edith’s eyes widened in horror. “No! I would never…!” she cried, desperate to dispel the image. “I’m always… on the bottom…”

“…” Adele thought, That’s more like it. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but think Edith was pathetic. She couldn’t even fantasize about being on top. How embarrassing.

If it were Adele, she would have already “supermarket”(fuck) anyone she held a grudge against in her heart!

But this was also good, Adele needed girls who were easy to control.

If Edith wasn’t obedient, it would be a headache for Adele.

But she didn’t rule out the possibility that Edith was lying to her.

Anyway, if Adele found out that Edith was lying, she would definitely not let her off the hook!

But if not… then it would be perfectly normal for Adele to reward Edith appropriately.

“Then do it again in front of me.”

“I allow you to look at my face, but remember what I just said.”

“You can only ‘cum’ when I allow it, understand?”

Just hearing Adele’s playful words made Edith feel a heat surge between her legs.

She wanted to say, how could she possibly do that, if she… if she had to look at Adele’s face while doing it…

It would be…！

But Adele’s gaze was firm, and Edith wanted to satisfy “Mother’s” expectations no matter what.

So she steeled her heart, gritted her teeth, and reached a trembling, fair, and delicate finger towards the edge of her messy skirt, then lifted the pleats, reaching deeper…

Her hand covered it…

She was so shy that she forgot what to do for a moment.

But when a pleased expression appeared on Adele’s face, Edith was fatally attracted, and her fingers started moving unconsciously.

Just one touch!

And she couldn’t help but want to…！

But the girl tensed up her whole body, even the back of her feet arched, showing how tense she was.

Because… because “Mother” wouldn’t allow it…

Before “Mother” allowed it, she definitely couldn’t give in to that pleasurable feeling, definitely not!

Adele watched the girl desecrating herself with a satisfied expression, feeling a strange, decadent beauty.

She noticed that there were several times when Edith almost lost her strength, even losing control, unable to control her body.

To meet Adele’s expectations, she even had to use magic power, using magic power to suppress, to endure…

But this could easily harm her body.

It was commonly known as “holding it in too much.”

The chaotic flow of magic power in her circuits would also cause Edith great pain.

So Adele waited for the best moment, the moment when Edith was about to lose control.

Then she gently leaned down, embracing the girl, letting Edith’s face rest against her chest, while Adele lowered her head and whispered into Edith’s flushed ear.

Her voice was softer than ever before, without a hint of lust, without a trace of impurity, as if it were the first warm tone of the Creator to the world from a distant era.

She whispered,

— “Go ahead.”

The voice, like a silken thread, wrapped around the girl’s mind, then flowed along her blood vessels, instantly turning Edith into her puppet.

After that, Edith’s mind went blank, as if it had exploded.

She lost control of her body.

Adele, on the other hand, was more like its master.

If she wanted it to be excited, it would be excited.

If she wanted it to be powerless, it would be powerless.

It was willing to do anything she wanted.

In this submission and infatuation, Edith reached… her peak.

The specific manifestation was “indescribable.”

In short, it was a “spectacle” that even Adele, who had seen countless websites, had rarely seen.

And it made one sigh, the saying that women were made of “water” was indeed true.

Edith was also lost in thought for a long time, without any conscious reaction.

The girl’s eyes rolled back, and crystal-clear saliva flowed uncontrollably from her bright red lips, then gently wiped away by Adele with a tissue.

After an unknown amount of time, Edith finally regained a sliver of consciousness and heard Adele murmur helplessly next to her ear,

“Edith, you have to take responsibility for the dirty sofa.”