She was a total fox simp.

Seriously, was it really okay to insult Her Majesty right in front of them?

Lingling didn’t know.

All Lingling knew was she’d found a way to please Miss Lenna. Whatever Miss said, she’d agree without question!

“Big meanie! Villain! Stinky—mmph!!”

“Good girls don’t curse.”

Lenna pulled two slender fingers from Lingling’s mouth, rubbed them together, leaving a glistening thread.

She was back!

The Miss Lenna Lingling knew had returned!

The Fox Maiden nuzzled close—but a hand blocked her face before she could kiss it. “Miss, Lingling can’t see… mmph…”

Darkness swallowed her vision. Lingling flailed wildly, hands groping until they landed on something incredibly soft.

“So soft… so big. Just like Lingling’s tail.”

“Hnngh…~ Let go!”

“Huh? Miss, your voice sounds weird?”

“I said let go, you little pervert fox!”

Lenna swatted away the wandering paws, heat flooding her cheeks.

For a split second when Lingling’s hands pressed against her chest, she’d almost… wanted it to continue.

That had to be a mistake.

Lingling was still just a kid!

“Back to business. I asked Professor Agnes here to discuss something. I apologize for my earlier recklessness and hope you’ll forgive me, Professor.”

Lenna stood abruptly and bowed deeply to Agnes.

Something this unusual always hid a trap. Agnes didn’t accept the apology just because Lenna was a general’s daughter. Her tone turned sharper.

“I’ve dealt with disrespectful students before, but threats and physical assault from someone like you, Lenna? That’s a first.”

Agnes took a deep breath, determined to vent every ounce of humiliation she’d endured.

“I admit your magical talent is exceptional, and your insights are unique. But that entitled attitude of yours? Absolutely terrible.”

What on earth did Angela see in Lenna?

Forget about upbringing—if this were her little sister, Agnes would’ve spanked her raw and locked her in a closet with a gag!

“Thanks, Professor,” Lenna drawled, straightening her slender waist.

Agnes frowned. “I wasn’t complimenting you! Angela, you tell me—has Lenna been bullying you? Yesterday’s idol scandal had students storming the administration office demanding answers. Anyone would think Lenna was some sleazy predator forcing herself on idols!”

The question landed squarely on Angela. She shrank back, voice trembling. “I’ll… manage my fans…”

“That’s not what I asked!”

Agnes nearly choked on her frustration.

Reasoning was useless. Violence was forbidden. Today’s anger had drained a whole year’s worth of patience.

“Fine. It’s over now. I stayed up all night smoothing things over for you both.”

Where else would you find a teacher like this?

Only she’d care this much.

Rubbing her temples, Agnes sighed wearily. “Just… be good to each other. Every couple has cold wars. Talk it out honestly—what problem can’t be solved? And Lenna, stay away from those shady ‘silver parties.’ It looks bad.”

Saint Lorenzo Academy didn’t ban student relationships. Some young teachers dated too. As long as public displays stayed tame, no penalties followed.

Agnes was that kind of open-minded teacher.

“Is Professor this gentle with everyone?”

Lenna slouched back into her chair like a lazy gray cat basking in sunbeams. “Or… just me?”

“Everyone, Lenna. Don’t overthink it.”

Agnes pinched the bridge of her nose and pulled a chair close.

Her skirt—coupled with her seated pose—revealed generous glimpses of thigh. Though matte black stockings covered most of it, Agnes had a perfect view of the hidden landscape.

It was…

Petite yet plump. Like freshly steamed milk buns begging to melt on your tongue…

Wait. What was she thinking?

Hold on—Lenna wasn’t wearing underwear?!

“Forgot.”

As if reading Agnes’s mind, Lenna snapped her legs shut. Her thighs trembled visibly, a hypnotic ripple right before Agnes’s eyes.

So damn sexy.

Agnes’s head spun with the urge to bury it between those silk-clad legs.

“Professor’s a girl too. You know how inconvenient public toilets can be…” Lenna stroked her own thigh, pink nails gliding from knee to ankle. Her eyes flashed like a seductive fox spirit. “Someone as beautiful as you must have tons of suitors, right~?”

“That’s no excuse for going commando.” Agnes covered her burning face, unable to look. “I know your preferences, Lenna, but please restrain yourself in public!”

“But it’s so comfortable.”

*Shhk-shhk—*

Lenna deliberately rubbed her silk-clad legs together, producing a soft, alluring whisper.

“Why won’t Professor look? …Am I really that ugly? Unworthy of your gaze…”

A hint of disappointment flickered in her eyes.

Of course—it was all an act.

But gentle-hearted Agnes stepped right into the trap anyway.

“You’re beautiful, Lenna.”

Agnes lowered her hands. Her soft, water-blue hair flowed like her tender nature.

“If you’d just stop with the weird antics… you’d be truly captivating.”

No lie there.

If Lenna weren’t obsessed with sex and superhero fantasies, she’d be utterly likable.

Agnes wasn’t one to believe rumors blindly. That’s why she’d woken Lenna in class. Why she’d offered tutoring. Why she’d forgiven Lenna’s near-fatal assault…

So why did this lovely girl only dream of pinning down other girls?

And Angela—why fall for a spoiled heiress with such a messy love life? She was throwing away her bright future!

Agnes couldn’t fathom it.

Silent until now, Angela tugged Lenna’s sleeve. Her movements were cautious, distant—nothing like lovers. “Professor Agnes… Lenna and I truly love each other…”

That only made it worse.

“Prove it. Kiss each other right now. If you’re really a couple, it should be easy.”

Lenna: “......”

Angela: “......”

Agnes arched a sharp eyebrow, authority radiating. “I knew it! You tricked me together! Forget our discussion—go reflect on your actions. Or face disciplinary action from the administration!”