Chapter 227: The Evil God's Measurements – A Pink Nurse’s Double Attack (5)

Nia was dumbfounded.

She looked at Shia standing before her and then at Rong, who was now cowering in the corner, her mind filled with confusion.

What just happened?

What did they mean by “so many encounters”?

Had something happened behind her back?

Weren’t they supposed to work together to punish the bad master?

Why was Rong shaking?

Why did she suddenly flee?

In an instant, Nia found herself utterly alone.

In the corner, Rong hugged her knees, wearing a look of fear and helplessness. She threw Nia a glance that screamed “I’d love to help, but there’s no way we can beat the master!”

'Senior, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but we’re no match for him!'

'You’re on your own.'

In the next moment, Nia felt the world spin around her, and the boy’s handsome face suddenly loomed close before her eyes.

She blinked, finding herself on a soft sofa with a warm body in front of her.

Shia loomed over her, looking down with a mischievous glint as he pinched her small, delicate cheek.

“Figured out who’s really the head of the household yet?”

For now, he couldn’t go head-to-head with the sinister academy headmaster, but that didn’t mean these two little ones could climb all over him.

One was clueless and innocent, the other socially anxious—handling them was a breeze.

Shia’s intention was simple: to teach this clueless girl that men weren’t something to mess around with casually.

But then—

“Mm~!”

The elf princess in front of him looked dazed, her body suddenly going soft.

Her snowy white skin took on a faint pinkish hue, a blush spreading like a rosy glow.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes unfocused, and bit her lower lip, letting out a soft whimper.

Her expression turned shy, a look of submission as if she’d been thoroughly defeated and was now obediently awaiting punishment.

Shia froze.

What kind of reaction was this?

This vibe—it felt both off and somehow fitting.

He intended this as a lesson, a warning, but the way she was reacting... it felt more like a reward than a reprimand.

Nia’s breaths quickened, her chest rising and falling in waves, the motion drawing attention to her figure.

Her long, golden hair spread out like a shimmering waterfall across the sofa.

Under the golden cascade, her blushing face stood out, vibrant and alluring, like a ripe, tempting apple.

She looked every bit like an embarrassed older sister being teased and pinned down by her naughty little brother.

The atmosphere grew more ambiguous, charged with an unspoken tension.

But just then, an abrupt phone ringtone shattered the moment.

Shia initially thought it was his phone, but after a moment of focus, he realized the vibration was coming from further away.

Nia blinked in confusion before pulling out her phone.

When she saw the name on the screen, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

It was her aunt!?

And not just a voice call—this was a video call!

Nia lowered her gaze, taking in her current state, and panic overtook her expression.

Dressed in her nurse outfit, her little nurse cap had fallen off amidst their earlier movements. Her clothing was slightly disheveled, her posture and expression utterly inappropriate for such a call.

If her strict, traditional aunt saw her like this, it would spell disaster!

Nia began to panic, her mind racing as her body stiffened.

Her grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles whitening with tension.

'Not answering?'

That would only make her aunt more suspicious, and the consequences would be even worse.

'Answering?'

But in her current state, how could she possibly face her aunt?

What should she do?

What could she do?

Her thoughts were a mess as she grappled with the situation, realizing just how bad things looked.

“Master, could you… could you get up? I need to take this call.”

Shia’s eyes gleamed with interest as he stared at her flustered expression. He showed no signs of moving.

Watching her squirm was far too entertaining.

“Oh? You think I’ll just get up because you told me to?”

Nia bit her lip, her face growing more panicked.

Shia’s voice remained calm, almost teasing.

“If you want me to move, it’s not impossible… but how do you plan to ask me for it?”

As he spoke, he reached out, his fingers gently stroking her soft, smooth cheek.

Her skin felt as tender as a freshly peeled egg, incredibly pleasant to the touch.

Unfortunately for Shia, he failed to notice the dangerous glimmer in Nia’s eyes.

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Moments later.

The call was connected, and on the other end of the screen appeared a woman with sharp, golden-rimmed glasses. A hint of confusion flickered in her keen eyes.

“Nia?”

Her aunt’s voice came through the phone, calm but laced with authority.

“Auntie, what made you think of calling me today?”

Nia’s voice was clear and pleasant, though there was a slight breathlessness to it.

Nothing seemed overtly amiss—except her aunt knew better.

As someone who cared deeply for Nia and understood her well, she could spot subtle changes instantly.

Not only was she Nia’s doting aunt, but also a council member, sharp and vigilant.

Her sharp eyes immediately picked up on the disarray in Nia’s hair, the flush on her cheeks, and the quickened breath she was trying so hard to conceal.

It was as if all the etiquette and lessons she had been taught had been thrown out the window.

A trace of disapproval crossed her aunt’s face.

“Nia, what are you doing?”

Her voice carried a stern tone.

Holding the phone, Nia felt her heart skip a beat, guilt flashing in her eyes almost instinctively.