From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos
Chapter 211: Headmistress vs. The Wife – Mature Showdown (1)

Chapter 211: Headmistress vs. The Wife – Mature Showdown (1)

The woman had long black hair, striking red eyes, and a curvaceous, voluptuous figure that made the room feel smaller by comparison.

Who else could it be but Headmistress Diana?

Her captivating, enchanting eyes watched the two before her with an amused smile, though her expression was one of mild disdain—classic mischief-maker energy.

Shia glanced at her face, immediately certain: she had done this on purpose!

She’d been hiding in the void, watching the drama unfold, deliberately picking the worst moment to show up.

Shia, who never felt the need to restrain himself around Diana, rolled his eyes at her openly.

While Shia remained calm, Ella couldn’t manage the same composure.

She swiftly stepped away from Shia’s embrace, trying to adopt a dignified posture. Her hands subtly smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, her ears burning red as she hastily gathered her thoughts.

By the time she finished adjusting her outfit, an excuse had formed in her mind.

“Headmistress, please don’t misunderstand. Shia was unconscious earlier, and as his teacher, I was merely examining his body.”

She put on a stern and dignified expression, speaking as though it were the truth.

If Diana hadn’t been watching the entire act from the start, she might have believed it.

But...

Diana shot Ella a glance, clicking her tongue inwardly.

'Not honest enough!'

Unlike Ella, Diana prided herself on her straightforwardness.

She liked this little guy, and she wasn’t shy about showing it.

In front of Ella, Diana boldly pulled Shia into her arms and kissed him deeply.

The warm, soft sensation of her lips, coupled with her alluring fragrance, overwhelmed him.

Before Shia could even react, he found himself melting into the embrace of this stunning, mature beauty.

Ella’s eyes went wide in shock.

What was she seeing?!

She couldn’t have imagined it—could she?

How had things escalated to this?

'Headmistress, I’m standing right here! Have you no regard for your dignity—or my relationship with this brat?!'

'You’re just blatantly dominating now!'

Ella clenched her delicate fists tightly, her frustration palpable.

After Diana had revoked her authority last time, Ella had suspected the headmistress had improper designs on Shia. Now it was confirmed!

'I’m standing right here, and you’re just shamelessly making a move?'

Sure, you’re the headmistress, and I’m just a mere lecturer.

But even as the headmistress, shouldn’t you respect the order of arrival?

As Ella’s mind spiraled in frustration, Diana finally released Shia.

Her face was alight with an unhidden appreciation as she smiled down at him.

“You did well this time—saving your classmates and foiling the goblin emperor’s scheme. Consider this my reward~.”

Before Shia could respond, Ella stepped between them, her arm brushing against Diana’s softness as she forcibly separated the two.

Ella’s slight effort caused waves to ripple across Diana’s ample chest, a sight that only darkened Ella’s expression further.

Standing firmly in front of Shia, Ella glared at the breathtaking scene before her.

“Please compose yourself, Headmistress!”

This was too much for a young man to handle!

As the headmistress, wasn’t this behavior a bit inappropriate?

Ella, puffing up with indignation, resembled a porcupine bristling at a predator.

But to Diana, this was all deeply amusing.

Even as Ella pushed her away, Diana remained unfazed. She simply cast Ella a casual glance and chuckled softly, her voice rich with charm and allure.

The scene was utterly delightful to her—Ella looked just like a loyal watchdog protecting its master.

Not that Diana intended to compete with this "young wife" over Shia.

“What’s the harm in this?”

Diana’s voice was relaxed, playful, with a teasing edge.

Ella couldn’t believe her ears.

'No harm?'

'Do you even hear yourself?!'

Her wide eyes reflected her disbelief.

But Diana genuinely thought it was no big deal. She had always been open about her affection for this little guy.

Unlike the bashful, awkward younger woman, Diana, a mature and confident beauty, believed in expressing her feelings openly.

If she liked someone, she’d let them know—and treat them well!

So, under Ella’s stunned gaze, Diana nodded earnestly, stepping around her to grab Shia’s hand again.

Without hesitation, she pulled him into her embrace, her movements graceful and unabashed.

Once again, Shia was enveloped by her warmth, the soft sensation nearly suffocating him.

Diana even pressed his head closer, ensuring he could feel the full extent of her affection.

She rubbed her cheek against the top of his head, delighting in the texture of his slightly coarse, short hair.

'This feeling... absolutely wonderful.'

To Ella, however, this was nothing short of blatant provocation.

'Unbelievable! It was bad enough when you overstepped earlier, but now you’re doubling down?!'

'Do you think I don’t exist?!'

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ella grabbed Shia’s other hand and pulled him back into her own embrace.

“Headmistress, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? There’s something to be said for respecting who came first.”

In other words: 'I was here before you. If you want in, get in line.'

Shia, still weak, could do nothing as the two women tugged him back and forth. He had no strength to resist, helplessly bouncing between the two.

One moment he was escaping Diana’s soft, expansive embrace, and the next he was swallowed by Ella’s gentler, elegant warmth.

Though not as overwhelming as Diana’s voluptuousness, Ella’s embrace carried its own kind of pressure—restrained yet tender, like a dignified woman showing a rare moment of girlish excitement.

Seeing her cherished little guy stolen away again, Diana’s elegant brows furrowed slightly.

The two older women locked eyes, sparks flying in the air.

“Oh? Respecting who came first?”

Diana arched a brow, crossing her arms under her chest with a playful, challenging look.

“And if I refuse, what will you do?”

Ella’s voice turned cold and sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.

“I believe the headmistress, as the supreme authority of this academy, wouldn’t stoop to competing with her subordinates over a person, would she?”

'Seriously, do you have no shame?'

Perhaps someone else might feel guilty in this situation.

But Diana?

Not even a little.

In fact, the idea of stealing someone from Ella only made her more exhilarated.

“You said it yourself—I’m the headmistress. Shouldn’t you listen to me?”

Diana raised an eyebrow, stepping closer and grabbing Shia’s hand, attempting to pull him away from Ella’s arms.