“…This?”
“You look cold. Wear it.”
“I’m fine…”
“I’m not.”
When she waved her hand in refusal, I got up and placed the coat on her directly.
“I don’t want others to see the principal’s secrets.”
“…Thank you.”
The principal then took the coat and draped it over her shoulder. The combination of the baggy dress and the large boy’s jacket could have looked quite comical, but it seemed fitting due to the principal’s inherent dignity.
When I returned after putting her coat on, Stella, who was sitting beside me, was staring at me with eyes full of emotions that words couldn’t describe.
“Why?”
“You…no, nothing.”
A moment later, a waiter arrived, pushing a cart filled with food and drinks. Fruit drinks were prepared for us as cadets. The waiter, after pouring ch*mpagne for the principal, briefly introduced the food and drinks before disappearing.
Rolling my eyes at the lavish spread before me, I lightly gestured and picked up my fork and knife.
“I will enjoy this food.”
“…I will enjoy this food.”
“Eat well.”
The principal took a sip of her ch*mpagne, savoring its aroma and taste. Having never tasted ch*mpagne, not even back in Korea, I found myself curious about the flavor and glanced at her glass.
Sensing my gaze, the principal smiled slyly and asked, “Why, do you want to try it?”
“I’m a little curious.”
“Would you like to have a sip?”
“…Is that okay?”
“Just one sip won’t hurt.”
She offered me the ch*mpagne, and I carefully accepted the glass, watching as the golden liquid bubbled inside. Though I couldn’t fully detect the aroma, it smelled appealing. Mimicking her earlier motion, I swirled the glass, breathed in the scent, and cautiously took a sip.
“Oh.”
Before I could fully experience the taste, Stella let out a soft exclamation beside me.
Startled, I quickly swallowed the ch*mpagne and turned to her.
“Why? Do you want to try some too?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“To clarify, Principal, may I share?”
“Of course.”
After receiving permission, I handed the glass to Stella. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the glass I’d passed to her, then gently turned it and took a sip. The fact that she turned the rim had me briefly wondering if she was sensitive about such things.
‘I must have stopped thinking about things like that ages ago,’ I mused. I shrugged it off and turned my focus to the food. The flavors were, as expected from a high-end restaurant, far superior to anything I had experienced before.
***
[Stella POV]
Later that evening…
Ian left a simple remark: “Dinner tonight.”
Upon hearing this, Stella immediately rushed into her room and began fussing over Nelia, frantically selecting outfits.
“Ahh! What should I wear? This one? Or this? How about this?”
“Lady, it’s a bit too revealing. In this case, something more innocent…”
As the two women gathered, Stella’s previously tidy room quickly transformed into a chaotic mess.
Nelia, initially overwhelmed by the thought of tidying it all up, soon realized it was her responsibility and threw herself into the task of picking out clothes.
“You look like an angel no matter what you wear,” Nelia reassured.
“…But Ian isn’t interested in me.”
“Master Ian is still a man. He’s got hot blood running through his veins, trust me.”
Feeling encouraged by Nelia’s words, Stella’s confidence grew. “I’ll shorten the skirt a bit. Please wait.”
“Yes, please.”
A little while later, Nelia returned with a dress that appeared significantly shortened.
“Hey, isn’t this too short?” Stella asked, a bit nervous.
“This is perfect.”
The miniskirt dress was short enough to reveal all of Stella’s knees and part of her thighs. The idea of wearing it made her face flush, but Nelia remained firm in her decision.
After changing, Stella began checking herself in the mirror, twisting and turning to ensure that her underwear wouldn’t be visible. Satisfied that it wouldn’t be, as long as she was careful, she started applying makeup.
Nelia handled the makeup, working meticulously to highlight Stella’s beauty without overdoing it. When the transformation was complete, Stella looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the result.
“This should be enough, right?” she asked, seeking reassurance.
“There’s no man who wouldn’t fall for this look,” Nelia replied confidently.
“…Okay. I’m ready.”
With that, Stella headed to the meeting place. They say women who arrive late give off a certain allure, so she deliberately slowed her pace, timing her arrival to be ten minutes late.
As soon as she made eye contact with Ian, who was waiting there, he quickly looked away. The sight filled Stella with satisfaction.
‘He he, you’re shy.’
A smile crept onto her face, though she tried to stifle it to maintain her noble composure. In the end, however, she couldn’t help but turn fully toward Ian, her smile betraying her amusement.
And then, a woman clung to Ian.
Instantly, the smile vanished from Stella’s face.
‘…Who is that b!tch?’
The woman wore clothing that revealed more than half of her body.
Stella frowned, her eyes narrowing at the sight of a dress so skimpy that it seemed more suitable for a wh0re. Seeing Ian converse with someone dressed like that made her feel unsettled.
She quickly approached Ian, prepared to shoo the woman away, only to realize who she was.
“…Principal?”
“Why, what’s wrong, Miss Stella?”
The “wh0re” turned out to be the principal. Realizing this, something inside Stella ignited.
‘This per*verted old v!rgin!’
It was clear what that le*wd woman might have done to Ian had she not shown up. No explanation was needed; the outcome would have been obvious.
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@Goblin you need to correct the sentence after ***. It isn’t: “Later that evening…”
It should be: “Earlier that evening…” as Stella is preparing for the date before dinner not after.
I wonder if MC was too shy (ball less virgin he is) or was MC too possesive that he didn’t want any other male ogling principal, that it was a treat only for him. I think the first option
Thanks for chapter
Ok I’ll fix it. Thank you for reading!