Chapter 221: the Primordial Lust, and the Headmaster's Body Measurements (1)

It was a necklace, its gemstone glittering brightly.

This was the cursed relic he had taken from the Goblin Emperor: 'The Song of Lust and Sin.'

The artifact that had anchored the chaotic time-space that had entrapped Sistine—the root of all her suffering.

The Song of Lust and Sin was a terrifying object, capable of overwhelming any opposite-sex target with devastatingly primal effects.

But such dark relics came with a price: the more it was used, the faster its wielder would meet their end.

The artifact’s effect relied on brute coercion, lacking any power to enchant or beguile.

Owning and using it was a surefire way to become the enemy of every woman alive.

Shia respected the artifact, but not for its effects.

It was something deeper.

As he polished the gem, its luster growing ever brighter, his consciousness was suddenly pulled in.

A wave of dizziness swept over him, and the ground beneath his feet turned soft and yielding.

When he regained his senses, he was surrounded by a canopy of sheer black fabric.

The flowing curtains swayed gently in the wind, exuding a sultry allure without obstructing the light.

Behind the curtains, a figure reclined gracefully on a chaise.

The silhouette alone, with its mesmerizing curves, was enough to make hearts race.

Shia gazed toward the shadowed figure, his attention unwavering.

The Song of Lust and Sin wasn’t just an artifact of coercion—it harbored a deeper, more profound secret.

The graceful figure reclined on the chaise, her slender arm propping up her delicate face. Her petite shoulders, impossibly narrow waist, and long, shapely legs exuded elegance and allure.

Through the sheer curtains, hints of bare skin teased the eye.

Raising a jade-like hand, the figure beckoned Shia forward.

It was as if her call resonated directly with his soul—bewitching, irresistible.

“Come~”

A gentle breeze lifted the veil, revealing the figure behind it.

Draped in black silk, the woman radiated an intoxicating charm. The sheer fabric clung to her body, faintly outlining the contours of her skin beneath.

Her face was stunning—fox-like eyes filled with seductive mischief, each glance brimming with enough allure to ignite unbridled desire. Her every smile seemed to pull one deeper into her spell.

Her wine-red hair cascaded over the chaise, and a crimson gem at the center of her brow made her visage unforgettable.

Shia, as if enchanted, involuntarily stepped forward, his expression vacant.

The black-veiled beauty pushed herself up with her delicate arms, her movements accentuating every curve of her flawless figure.

She leaned forward slightly, her neckline dipping to reveal creamy, soft skin and the tantalizing curve of her chest.

With a playful yet commanding air, her slender fingers lifted Shia’s chin. Her voice, languid and teasing, carried an undercurrent of danger.

“I am Lust—one of the Primordial Seven. Young adventurer, you’ve disrupted my plans, and that displeases me greatly.

Tell me, what punishment should I bestow upon you?”

Even as she spoke, a smile played on her lips.

But the sensation of her fingertips brushing against his neck carried a chilling undertone, a silent promise of death.

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'Lust', one of the original Seven Gods, belonged to the Primordial—a pantheon embodying the very essence of existence. They were beings of unparalleled strength, supreme authority, and unyielding majesty.

Her fox-like eyes fixated on Shia, overflowing with seductive energy that made one instinctively want to submit.

As her final word fell, an invisible pressure filled the space—a divine force that demanded absolute submission.

It conveyed but one command: 'Bow before me.'

The black-veiled woman leaned back slightly, supporting herself on the chaise. Her red lips parted, revealing an enchanting, sly smile.

One leg crossed gracefully over the other, her pale, flawless feet adorned with anklets that jingled softly.

The delicate chiming of the bells was like a hypnotic melody, each note pulling at the mind.

The deity who called herself Lust exuded a playful arrogance, her teasing tone softening into something more dangerous.

“Kneel before me, adventurer, and pledge your loyalty. Do so, and I may spare your life.”

Her voice, interwoven with the sound of the bells, seeped into the soul, urging compliance.

A normal person, faced with the presence of a Primordial God, would naturally succumb to such divine authority.

But Shia?

He stood motionless, gazing silently at the woman lounging before him.

She was undeniably beautiful, dangerously so. But her allure couldn’t shake him.

He stepped forward once more, and a flicker of confusion crossed her enchanting features.

This wasn’t right. The script dictated that the mortal should fall to his knees by now, swearing fealty.

Yet, Shia defied her expectations entirely, boldly closing the distance between them until he had her pinned against the wall.

The space between them vanished.

Her voluptuous, soft figure pressed against him, radiating a warmth that carried a subtle weight.

The black-veiled beauty leaned back on her hands, her head tilted up to meet Shia’s gaze. For the first time, she was forced to look up at someone, her expression laced with faint disbelief.

Even at this close range, the boy’s handsome features remained composed.

And then, his voice—calm, deep, and magnetic—broke the silence, carrying a weight of authority.

“I don’t have peculiar tastes.”

“If you’re not someone I cherish, you have no right to demand anything from me.”

“You claim to be Lust. But just because you say so, does that make it true?”

Her face didn’t show anger at his insolence. Instead, curiosity flickered in her enchanting eyes.

'How did this boy see through me?'

Shia, as if reading her thoughts, didn’t keep her guessing for long.

“You’re fundamentally different from Lust,” he said, his voice steady and certain.

“The real Lust is infatuated with beauty. She loathes creatures like goblins with every fiber of her being. Collaborate with them? She wouldn’t even tolerate their existence.”

For a brief moment, surprise flashed across her face.

A lapse—a minor yet critical misstep.

Her lips curled into a disdainful smile, but her voice carried a hint of deflection.

“Who told you such nonsense?”

“Some baseless rumors? And yet you dare to flaunt them before a god like me?”

“Have you forgotten? In this domain, 'I' am the ruler.”

In an instant, Shia’s surroundings shifted violently.

The black-veiled beauty remained the same, her arrogance intact. But now their roles had reversed.

Shia found himself pressed against the chaise, pinned down by her overwhelming presence.

The black silk of her dress cascaded around her, her long, slender legs straddling him.

Her delicate hands, deceptively fragile, held him firmly in place, rendering him powerless to resist.

She perched atop him, her posture intentionally provocative.

Even so, she radiated unmatched allure, her fox-like eyes filled with mischief and menace.

Each smile and every slight movement from the veiled beauty carried an otherworldly allure, captivating the senses.

"Adventurer, questioning a god is rather impolite, don't you think?"

Her sultry voice lingered near Shia's ear, soft yet commanding.

Her delicate fingers lightly grazed his neck, as if searching for the perfect angle to snap it.

"Tell me, impolite adventurer, how should I deal with your offense?"

She leaned in closer, her face nearly touching his. Tilting her head slightly, the tip of her nose brushed his, a faint, electrifying contact that sent shivers through the air.

What could Shia do?

Confronted by divine wrath, he had no real options left. Her intentions to silence him permanently were evident.

The tension was palpable.

"In this realm, I am the sovereign," she declared.

"But since we share a peculiar fate, I’ll grant you another chance to choose."

"Kneel before me, become my follower, and I will lead you to glory. I will grant you a life where countless maidens fall at your feet."

Her voice was languid, dripping with temptation, as if she could weave her desires directly into his soul.

"And I suppose this is your way of brainwashing me?"

"No," she replied smoothly, "it’s merely letting you see which choice is best for you."

Shia’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. His gaze met hers, calm yet sharp.

"Do you think I’d be here, facing you, if I worried about such things?"

From the start, Shia had entered the domain of the 'Song of Lust and Sin' fully prepared.

This realm was hers, sustained by the power of the relic.