The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies Chapter 61

Perhaps Celeste could have arrived a little later. That way, Adele and Sharon might have at least managed to eat sothing before being forced to flee the restaurant.

But Adele didn’t dwell on it. She simply took Sharon to a nearby supermarket, bought a loaf of bread and a couple of yogurts, and then led her to a shady bench, where they enjoyed their impromptu lunch. It was a simple al, but they ate with gusto, their shared laughter echoing through the air. They were like a down-on-their-luck couple, their love unwavering despite their poverty.

Sharon wasn’t picky. She had eaten her fair share of convenience store als. She was more worried about Adele, who seed to be enjoying the bread and yogurt with a surprising enthusiasm.

Sharon’s thoughts drifted back to the scene at the restaurant, her heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and a strange, unfamiliar excitent.

Adele… she had protected Sharon, defended her against that other girl.

And Celeste’s words… they had revealed sothing important: Adele had a phobia of germs.

Which ant… she shouldn’t have shared her drink with Sharon. Especially not with the sa straw!

But she had.

It ant… she didn’t mind sharing her drink with Sharon. She considered Sharon… acceptable. Clean. Pure.

*Maybe… maybe I’m special to her…*

The thought sent a wave of heat through Sharon’s body, her cheeks burning with a blush she couldn’t control. She quickly lowered her head, taking a large bite of bread, her silvery-gray bangs hiding her face.

She choked, her throat constricting.

Adele, ever attentive, imdiately set aside her own food and leaned over, her hand gently patting Sharon’s back.

“Slow down, Sharon. Is it too dry? I’ll get you so water!”

“N-No, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. This is all I could afford.”

“I wanted to treat you to a nice al at the restaurant, but… well, you know.”

“You know” referred to Celeste’s unexpected arrival and the ensuing drama. After that public confrontation, there was no way they could have stayed at the restaurant. So, they had left their food behind, a potential bonus for the waitstaff.

And now, Adele was… broke.

She sighed dramatically, hoping to elicit a bit of sympathy from Sharon.

Sharon, realizing that Adele, the one who was actually poor and vulnerable, had spent her precious allowance on her, felt a surge of guilt. The bread in her hand suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

“Adele, actually, I could…”

She wanted to tell Adele that even though she received very little support from her family, the human governnt provided her with a generous monthly allowance. And unlike the other Sequence Ones, who seed to blow through their money on designer clothes and luxury goods, she was a simple girl, her expenses minimal. She had saved quite a bit of money.

If Adele needed it… she would gladly give her everything she had.

Her thoughts were an open book, her sincerity shining through.

If Adele had been a gold-digger, she would have pounced on this opportunity. But she was playing a longer ga.

“Could what?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful curiosity.

“I just… I was just thinking that if you need money, Adele, I could give you…”

“Sharon, what are you saying?!”

“Eep…!” Sharon flinched, her shoulders hunching as Adele’s voice rose in indignation.

“How could I possibly take your money? Do you think I need your charity?”

“N-No! I didn’t an it like that!”

“Whether you ant it or not, Sharon, if you think I’m only being nice to you because of your money, then I’m very disappointed in you.”

Adele bit her lip, her eyes shimring with a carefully crafted vulnerability.

“Ever since Dorothy set her sights on , I haven’t had a mont’s peace,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Day after day, I’ve endured their tornt, their mockery, their… touch.”

“Because of them, I can’t even have normal friends, normal relationships.”

“But I still crave those things. That’s why I believed Celeste, why I thought she was being sincere.”

“But now… it seems she’s just like the others, a shallow woman who thinks she can buy my affection with material possessions.”

Sharon’s heart ached. She felt like she had been stabbed.

*Shallow… I’m such an idiot…*

She should have realized that if Adele wanted wealth and power, all she had to do was submit to Dorothy. Dorothy could give her everything, far more than Sharon or Celeste could ever hope to offer.

But Adele hadn’t. Because she wasn’t the kind of girl who could be bought. She just wanted… a friend. Soone who cared about her.

And Sharon… she hadn’t even considered that. She was such a fool!

Adele’s voice softened, her words laced with a genuine sadness.

“You’re the only one who’s ever been truly kind to , Sharon.”

“You don’t crave my blood, and you’ve never been rough with .”

“I still rember that ti you bandaged my wounds, wiped away my tears, whispered words of comfort in my ear.”

“That’s when I realized… you were different.”

“I wanted to be close to you, to be your friend.”

Sharon finally understood. Adele had been so open, so affectionate, because Dorothy and the others weren’t around. It was just the two of them, and Adele had felt safe, free to express her true feelings.

“So please, Sharon, don’t ever say that again.”

“This ti… I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”

“But rember this: I’m not a bad woman who only cares about money!”

*Well, not only about money…*

“I know… I know…” Sharon stamred, her cheeks burning with a blush that spread down her neck. Her pale gold eyes, however, shone with a sincerity that Adele couldn’t ignore.

Adele smiled, her heart softening. She pulled Sharon into a hug, her arms wrapping around her small, trembling body. She didn’t even mind Sharon’s cheek brushing against her chest.

Sharon, overwheld by this sudden display of affection, felt like she had been pulled back from the brink of despair, her heart soaring with a joy that was almost painful.

Adele’s chest might have looked flat, but it was surprisingly soft, surprisingly… addictive.

*No tits, no Sequence One, I guess…*

Anyway, the awkwardness, the tension, quickly dissipated as they held each other close, their bodies seeking comfort, reassurance.

Sharon’s perception of Adele shifted, her admiration growing. She was so selfless, so pure… In this materialistic world, her kindness was like a rare blue diamond, precious and irreplaceable.

Next to Adele, even Sharon, a Sequence One with a vast fortune, felt… inadequate.

But recognizing your own flaws, your shortcomings, was the first step towards self-improvent.

Unconsciously, Sharon had found a role model, soone to aspire to, soone to… well, let’s just say her feelings for Adele were becoming more than just friendship.

After lunch, they walked back to Adele’s dorm, their hands clasped together.

Sharon, however, was starting to panic. When Adele had suggested going back to her dorm, Sharon’s first instinct had been to run. She was terrified of Adele discovering her secret: that she had been secretly living next door to her, like a stalker.

If Adele found out…

Sharon didn’t dare to imagine the consequences. “Ending their friendship” would be the least of her worries!

“I… I live in a different dorm building. It’s quite far from here. Maybe we should just…”

“You’re not walking ho, Sharon?” Adele asked, her voice soft, her pink eyes wide and innocent, her expression a masterpiece of carefully crafted vulnerability.

Sharon’s breath hitched. How could she possibly refuse?

“Okay… I’ll walk you ho, and then… I’ll go back to my own dorm.”

“Yay!”

Who knew what Adele was planning? But Sharon was putty in her hands. All Adele had to do was bat her eyelashes, and Sharon would crumble.

On the way back, Adele didn’t bother giving directions. She simply walked beside Sharon, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Sharon, oblivious, led the way, her mind racing.

“Do you know where I live, Sharon?” Adele asked, her voice casual.

Sharon’s blood ran cold.

*I shouldn’t know where she lives!*

*I’m such an idiot!*

She scrambled for an excuse.

“…No, I just… I thought all the lowerclassn lived in this area.”

*She’s so kind…* Adele thought, touched by Sharon’s attempt to protect her pride. She hadn’t ntioned Adele’s low Sequence ranking, only that she was a “lowerclassman.”

Of course, even among lowerclassn, those with higher Sequence rankings received better accommodations, so even getting their own private apartnts or villas. They didn’t have to share rooms with roommates.

“Oh, okay~” Adele nodded, her voice noncommittal. She took the lead, guiding Sharon towards her dorm.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief.

And then, sothing unexpected happened. Sothing wonderful.

Adele… invited her into her room!

“Co in and sit for a bit~”

“This is the first ti I’ve ever invited a friend to my room.”

“It feels… special. And… I’m happy!”

“Aren’t you happy, Sharon?”

“Or… is my room too shabby for you? Do you… disapprove?”

Adele’s emotions were always so intense, so genuine. When she was happy, her entire face lit up, her joy infectious. And when she was sad, or insecure… well, it felt like the world had turned gray, her voice as fragile as a flower wilting in the winter frost.

“You’re my most important friend, Adele… How could I possibly disapprove?”

Adele smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was facing away from Sharon, so she didn’t have to worry about her expression betraying her true intentions.

She closed the door, the lock clicking shut, sealing them inside.

Sharon’s heart skipped a beat, a strange, unsettling sensation washing over her. It felt like… like she had beco the prey, and Adele… was the hunter.

It was a frightening thought.

She couldn’t understand where this feeling was coming from. She didn’t believe Adele would ever hurt her. If there was any danger, she would assu it was coming from soone else, soone lurking in the shadows. She would protect Adele with her life.

But the feeling quickly faded, leaving her feeling foolish for even entertaining such thoughts.

*It’s Adele… There’s no way she’d ever hurt .*

*Being with her… it’s always safe, always happy.*

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint , Sharon.”

Adele turned, her footsteps silent as she approached Sharon, her movents graceful, almost predatory. She wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist from behind, her warm breath tickling Sharon’s neck.

Sharon shivered, goosebumps erupting on her skin. It was a pleasant sensation, a mixture of fear and excitent that made her head spin.

“A-Adele?”

“You sll so good, Sharon~”

“…!”

What kind of complint was that? Sharon didn’t understand. She only knew that Adele’s embrace tightened, her body pressing closer, her touch possessive, almost desperate.

Sothing was wrong. Adele’s sudden shift in deanor, her intensity… it was unsettling.

But Sharon couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She was addicted to Adele’s touch, to the warmth of her body, to the feeling of being wanted, desired.

Adele nuzzled against her neck, her breath hot on Sharon’s skin.

*It tickles… Ahn~*

After a mont, Adele seed to realize what she was doing. She released Sharon, her body stiffening as she stumbled back, her back hitting the wall with a thud.

“Ugh…!”

It must have hurt. She was fighting her instincts, her vampire nature, with everything she had.

Sharon finally understood what was happening.

Adele was experiencing blood thirst! She craved blood, her fangs aching, her body trembling with a need she could barely control.

“Sharon… I… I don’t feel right. Go! Leave alone!”

Her voice shook, her lips pale, her fangs extended. But even in her weakened state, she was trying to protect Sharon, to push her away.

She flung the door open, urging Sharon to leave, to escape.

Sharon’s heart ached. Her eyes, filled with a love that bordered on obsession, locked onto Adele.

She closed the door, locking it, her movents swift, decisive.

And then, under Adele’s shocked gaze, she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, her resolve hardening.

She slowly began to undress.

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt.

“I’m not leaving, Adele,” she said, her voice soft, her gaze unwavering.

“Let …”

—“Help you with your blood thirst.”