Right now, my mood is really bad!

Bad! Bad! Bad!

I jumped onto the bed and sat down, kicking the edge with my heels.

Feyn Senior! I tied her up in the dungeon, so why is she still so calm? Does she really have some secret backing? Hmph! Impossible! She’s just bluffing! But why does she know so many tricks for handling girls…

Just then, a soft moan came from the other side of my bed.

I lay down, rolled over, and peeked down.

Senior Sister Loyning lay under my bed, wearing a revealing, slightly tacky female warrior’s armor, her legs bent and hands bound behind her back.

"Eh? Still here?" I propped my chin on my hand, watching her with interest.

"Hmm… W-witch, let me go…" Loyning had messy chestnut hair, her face flushed red, brows slightly furrowed, her fair-skinned body trembling as she was tied up.

"Shut up! Bitch," I snapped curtly.

"Eh?" Her face reddened further, body shaking visibly: "Witch, you… you killed my comrades, captured the president’s daughter, tied me like this—what do you want from me?"

Seeing her weak, frightened look boosted my confidence!

Senior Sister kissed and humiliated me casually. Sulia teased me. My subordinates disrespected me. Days of pent-up resentment needed an outlet!

This pretty-but-not-goddess Senior Sister looked born to be bullied!

"I—I’m the daughter of an imperial minister! Release me and the president, or else I…" Loyning rambled on.

I couldn’t take it: "Annoying! Shut up!"

"Mmm…" Loyning tensed all over.

A knock startled me.

"Your Highness."

Sulia’s voice. I didn’t want her finding Loyning here. Panicked, I grabbed something from the bed and stuffed it into Loyning’s mouth, whispering: "Make one sound, and I’ll throw you into the bull demon cellar on the eighth level!"

"Mmm—mmm!" Loyning frowned hard, tears streaking her face, shaking her head frantically.

"What? Don’t understand?"

"Mmm—" She nodded wildly in fear.

I crawled across the bed to open the door.

Sulia wanted to take Feyn Senior for interrogation—I refused. Senior Sister infuriates me, but I’ll interrogate her myself!

How else to settle her stealing my first kiss and bullying me?

Using Sulia’s methods would only feed her arrogance. Besides, I don’t truly want Feyn Senior hurt.

After refusing, I had tea with Sulia in the study. We discussed Temple Knight casualties, captured spoils, and preventing the Temple Knights Order’s retaliation. Only then did I see her off.

Late night had crept up. The Undercity has no day or night, but time still passes.

Back in my room, I realized I’d forgotten Loyning under the bed while talking with Sulia.

I checked on her—face flushed, panting, eyes glazed…

Seeing her state, I felt I’d gone too far. I untied her. "Fine. I’ll have Bessdaitiel take you for a bath."

I sat helplessly on the bed edge, crossing my legs, about to call Bessdaitiel.

Suddenly, Senior Sister Luo knelt up.

"Your Highness, I was wrong! Punish me harshly! Punish me harshly!" She trembled, writhing toward me—like a tail-wagging dog if she had one.

"Eh? No way! I was joking! Could you really be…"

I recalled her as the academy’s respected, intellectual vice student council president, second only to President Fayin. Never expected this true nature.

"Mmm! Mmm! I’m Your Highness’s… captive… Don’t forgive me! Punish me harder…"

"Eh? No! I forgive you! I’ll send you back to the human realm! Don’t come closer!"