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

Chapter 47

“Hermione! What are you doing here?”

Adele’s voice was filled with genuine surprise and delight. She dashed out of the classroom, her heart pounding with a joy that was… surprisingly real. Ignoring the curious gazes of her classmates, she was about to throw herself into Hermione’s arms when the Ice Queen, her movements hesitant, her expression a mixture of panic and… something else, gently pushed her back, her hands gripping Adele’s shoulders.

The moment she did it, she regretted it.

Adele blinked, her pink eyes sparkling with a playful curiosity, but she didn’t seem to mind the rejection. She simply smiled, her warmth, her charm, as disarming as ever.

“…I heard you went to the infirmary,” Hermione said, her voice regaining its usual cool detachment as she released Adele’s shoulders, her hands lingering for a moment, then withdrawing, leaving behind a lingering warmth that made her… ache. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, much better,” Adele said, her gaze sweeping over Hermione, taking in her icy blue hair, her delicate shoulders, her… ample bosom. Her eyes lingered on Hermione’s slender waist, the graceful sweep of her skirt, the tantalizing glimpse of… white stockings.

If anyone else had dared to look at Hermione like that, they would have been risking… blindness.

But… it was Adele.

Hermione, under Adele’s scrutiny, felt her cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat. She would never admit it, but… she was… flustered.

She forced herself to maintain her composure, her voice regaining its icy edge as she said, “That’s good to hear. Are you… free tonight? I mean… I’m just… bored.”

Adele’s eyes brightened, and Hermione felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her resolve crumbling under Adele’s seductive gaze.

Sometimes… she wondered if Adele was truly a vampire. She seemed more like… a succubus, a creature of temptation, her allure… irresistible.

Hope blossomed within her, a fragile flower that she quickly suppressed, her expression remaining carefully neutral. She wouldn’t let her emotions betray her, wouldn’t allow herself to… hope.

And then… Adele spoke, her words like a gentle rain, washing over Hermione, soothing her anxieties, her fears.

“That’s so kind of you, Hermione,” she said, her voice soft and appreciative. “But… I don’t think my blood is… good enough yet.”

No… It’s not about your blood… It’s not! Hermione wanted to protest, but the words caught in her throat.

“Besides,” Adele continued, her voice taking on a wistful tone, “You’ve already done so much for me, Hermione. I don’t want to… burden you any further.”

“Thank you for your concern, but… I think I’ll just… go back to my dorm and rest.”

And with that, she gently, gracefully, rejected Hermione’s invitation.

Hermione’s heart sank, her hopes shattering like thin ice, her body turning cold, her gaze… unreadable. She could have forced Adele to come with her, could have taken her back to her mansion, just like she had done the previous night.

But the thought of using force, of violating Adele’s will… it was… unthinkable.

So… she accepted Adele’s decision, her voice barely a whisper.

“Alright… Rest well then. And… good luck with your training tomorrow.”

Adele’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. And then… she stepped forward, her arms reaching out, her body pressing against Hermione’s.

This time, Hermione didn’t push her away.

Adele hugged her, her embrace tight, her heart filled with a gratitude that was… surprisingly real. Their height difference, their bodies fitting together perfectly… it was almost… poetic.

Adele’s breath tickled Hermione’s neck, sending shivers down her spine, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that spread through her limbs, a tingling sensation that made her… weak.

“Thank you, Hermione,” Adele whispered, her voice husky with emotion. “When my blood is… better… I’ll come find you. I promise.”

“Just… be patient, okay?~”

………………

The world, in Tang Linlang’s eyes, turned gray, the colors draining away, leaving behind a stark, monochrome landscape. The scene outside the classroom window, Adele and Hermione, their bodies so close, their laughter echoing through the hallway… it was like a silent film, a tragicomedy playing out before her eyes.

And she… she wasn’t the star.

When Adele hugged Hermione, Linlang’s heart ached, a sharp, piercing pain that left behind a hollow emptiness.

It wasn’t until Adele, her farewells exchanged, returned to the classroom, her smile bright, her eyes sparkling with a joy that… stabbed at Linlang’s heart, that the world slowly regained its color.

But the first color that returned… it was a chilling icy blue, a reflection of the gaze that met Linlang’s, a gaze that held a warning, a silent threat.

Hermione, her eyes fixed on Linlang, her expression cold, her message clear: Don’t covet what you can’t have.

Adele, her heart lighter now that Hermione had left, settled back into her seat, her thoughts drifting to… strategies.

She hadn’t accepted Hermione’s invitation, hadn’t agreed to another night at her mansion, because… she had a plan.

A delicious meal was enjoyable, but if you ate it every day, it would eventually… lose its appeal.

Hermione was the one with the insatiable appetite. But Adele… she was the dessert.

If she gave in to Hermione’s desires too easily, too often… Hermione would eventually tire of her, her novelty wearing off, her value diminishing.

She had to play the long game. The bait was meant to… entice, to lure, not to be… given away for free.

She couldn’t afford to lose the fish… and the bait.

It was a battle of wills, a game of patience, between Adele, the siren, and Hermione, the leviathan.

Would Adele be dragged down into the icy depths, consumed by Hermione’s possessive love? Or would Hermione succumb to Adele’s allure, becoming… prey?

………………

Adele returned to Linlang’s side, intending to continue their math lesson. But as her gaze fell on Linlang, her fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her heart ached with a sympathy that was… surprisingly genuine.

“Linlang…” she said, her voice soft and concerned, her arm wrapping around Linlang’s shoulders, pulling her close, offering comfort, support… a shoulder to cry on.

Linlang’s body trembled, her carefully constructed facade crumbling, her tears finally spilling over, staining her cheeks, blurring the equations in her notebook, the numbers swimming before her eyes.

“Adele… I’m so useless…” she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper.

“I can’t… I can’t do anything right…”

“I’m sorry… I lied! I followed you… I saw you… with that… that girl… at the restaurant…”

“But I… I couldn’t do anything… I just… ran away…”

Adele’s eyes darkened, her suspicions confirmed. But she didn’t despair. She didn’t give up.

She simply… held Linlang tighter, her embrace a silent promise of… comfort, of protection.

She gently guided Linlang’s head towards her chest, letting her rest against her, her cheek pressed against Adele’s heart, its steady beat a soothing rhythm, a counterpoint to Linlang’s ragged sobs.

It was a privilege that even Hermione hadn’t been granted.

“So… you saw us,” Adele murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Linlang… I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

“I’m sorry for… disappointing you. For… letting you see me like that.”

Linlang shook her head, her tears soaking Adele’s shirt, her denial a silent plea for… absolution.

She didn’t blame Adele. She couldn’t.

Adele’s voice softened, her words a balm for Linlang’s wounded heart.

“You’re different, Linlang,” she said, her voice filled with a conviction that surprised even her. “You have a gift, a talent… it just hasn’t been… awakened yet.”

“You’ll become an amazing vampire hunter, Linlang. Don’t doubt yourself.”

“If you doubt yourself… then what’s the point of… my belief?”

She took a deep breath, as if she were baring her soul, revealing her vulnerabilities, her… secrets. She held Linlang tighter, her embrace a silent promise of… something more.

“Don’t cry, silly,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “This is just… how I survive. How a weakling like me… navigates this world.”

She gently wiped away Linlang’s tears, her own eyes stinging, her vision blurring. But she forced a smile, a sad, wistful smile that… shattered Linlang’s heart.

“My hunter… don’t you cry.”

“I’m still waiting for you to…”

—“Save me.”