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

Celeste, unlike Wofoo, waited patiently outside the tent, not attempting to eavesdrop. Inside, Adele sat cross-legged, her posture relaxed and carefree. Wofoo, however, stood before her, her head bowed, her hands clasped nervously, her hood concealing her ears, her eyes red-rimmed, her body trembling slightly.
Adele gestured for her to remove her hood.
Wofoo obeyed, her ash-gray hair cascading down her shoulders, revealing her wolf ears, now flattened against her head in a gesture of submission, the feline equivalent of “airplane ears,” a sign of fear or shame. Whether werewolves called it the same, Adele didn’t know, but it was clear that Wofoo was consumed by guilt and anxiety.

“Silly girl,” Adele murmured, her voice soft, not accusatory, but filled with a gentle exasperation. If Adele had been angry, it would have been easier for Wofoo to bear, the punishment a welcome relief from her guilt. But Adele’s tenderness, her understanding, was far more difficult to confront. It broke down Wofoo’s carefully constructed defenses, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Adele!” she cried, her voice trembling.
“What are you sorry for?” Adele asked, patting the space beside her.

Wofoo sat, her knees drawn to her chest, her gaze still averted. Despite her inner turmoil, she was obedient, her body instinctively responding to Adele’s commands. She was, in a way, already being tamed.
Adele’s arms wrapped around Wofoo, her cheek resting against the girl’s shoulder. Wofoo’s body was tense, but she didn’t pull away, the unexpected intimacy a strange comfort. She had never imagined being held like this by Adele, and the realization brought tears to her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to compose herself, and finally confessed,
“I… I met Celeste.”

“I know,” Adele replied, her voice light and teasing. “You two seem to be getting along well now.”
“…It’s not like that,” Wofoo said, her voice trembling, the words tearing at her soul. “When I saw Celeste… I wanted her gone. So she wouldn’t… interrupt us.”
Adele froze, and Wofoo’s body went cold, the confession a heavy weight on her heart. She had revealed her ugliness, her selfishness, to Adele, and the anticipation of Adele’s rejection, of her disgust, drained her of all her strength. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes empty, devoid of hope.

“I’m sorry, Adele…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t think I’m worthy of… being with you anymore.” She knew the consequences of her confession, but the weight of her deception, the guilt of betraying Adele’s trust, was too much to bear. It was better to confess now, to risk losing Adele, than to let the lie fester and grow, eventually destroying everything. Adele’s embrace, warm and comforting, was a fleeting memory, a dream she was about to lose. She tried to pull away, fearing her presence would disgust Adele. Perhaps it was best to part ways now.
But Adele’s arms tightened around her, holding her close, her voice a gentle reprimand, “So you’re running away after making a mistake? Making things even worse?”
Wofoo froze. Perhaps she wasn’t trying to apologize and leave… but to escape, to escape Adele, to escape herself. Confession was an act of courage, but running away afterward… it was a sign of weakness.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I just… I don’t know what to do…”
Adele’s hand found Wofoo’s clenched fist, gently unfurling her fingers and intertwining them with her own. “If you make a mistake,” she said softly, “you just have to ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ fix it. You and Celeste aren’t close yet, I understand… it’s only natural. After all, when it comes to being selfish…” She paused, a self-deprecating smile touching her lips. Who was more selfish than Adele herself?
“Anyway, Wofoo,” she continued, “are you willing to apologize to Celeste? She’s the one you almost hurt.”

“Apologizing to me is… pointless.”
“But as for your punishment, I’ll be the one to decide that.”
“So, will you also accept my punishment, Wofoo?”
Wofoo, preferring submission to defiance, nodded readily. Adele’s words made sense, shaming her into obedience.

“I-I’m willing…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Whether it’s apologizing to Celeste… or accepting your punishment, Adele… I’m willing!”
“And I have a small request…”
“What is it?” Adele asked, her brow raised in surprise. Had Wofoo finally learned to assert herself?

But Wofoo’s next words made Adele realize that she hadn’t changed at all. “I ask that Adele not consider… our… relationship. Of course, this is just my wishful thinking, perhaps Adele doesn’t feel the same way, and doesn’t care about me that much… Mmm!”
Adele’s sudden kiss silenced Wofoo’s rambling.
What did she mean by “perhaps Adele doesn’t feel the same way”?

Adele would prove that she did feel the same way!
This relationship, this budding romance, was real!
After a long, passionate kiss, Adele, having thoroughly flustered and aroused Wofoo, finally pulled back, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Continue,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “Your request… about not considering our relationship.”

“O-okay,” Wofoo stammered, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. She took a deep breath and continued, “I ask Adele… to punish me! Severely!”
“It will… make me feel better.”
“I have thick skin, I’m not afraid of pain… I just hope that Adele… can vent all her anger.”

“Please… please punish me, Adele.”
Saying that, Wofoo prostrated herself before Adele, her forehead touching the grassy floor of the tent. From Adele’s perspective, it was a view of the girl’s beautiful, athletic curves, a tempting display of vulnerability and submission.
Adele was momentarily stunned.

But then, a playful glint appeared in her eyes.
Setting aside Wofoo’s masochistic tendencies…
Adele understood her feelings. Wofoo simply wanted to atone for her guilt, and the best way to do that was to accept punishment, a harsh punishment.

And what Adele was thinking was…
This exhilarating feeling of conquering a wild wolf could only be experienced with Wofoo.
But above the wild wolf, there were many other ferocious predators.

And among them, the only king of beasts…
Perhaps it was that girl.
Adele stared at Wofoo, who was prostrated before her, and the image of a tall girl with a bluish-gray wolf-cut hairstyle appeared in her mind.

The strongest Body Technique vampire… the girl with an imposing name and a proud personality, Kaiser.
She wondered how Kaiser was doing in the Secret Realm.
Adele’s thoughts wandered for a moment before returning to the present.

She originally wanted to reach out and gently stroke Wofoo’s lowered head.
But then, she remembered Wofoo’s words – “Please punish me.”
In that case, she couldn’t disappoint Wofoo~

With this in mind, Adele didn’t reach out. Instead, she slowly slipped her foot, clad in a delicate white stocking, out of her elegant academy shoe.
Wofoo’s breathing instantly quickened.
In fact, from her low angle, she could clearly see Adele’s jade-like foot, clad in a white stocking, emerging from her shoe.

It was such a seductive and exciting sight.
Which girl, seeing this, wouldn’t want to be Miss Adele’s dog…?
Even Wofoo, with her innate pride, even Wofoo, with the blood of the noble werewolf princess flowing through her veins, couldn’t resist…

The urge to submit that arose from the depths of her heart.
This feeling was especially strong when Adele lightly placed her little “ice cream” on top of Wofoo’s head.
“Now kneel there, I forbid you to look up.”

Wofoo’s teeth chattered, her hands clenched on the ground, her legs involuntarily pressing together.
“Yes…”
And Adele, maintaining her “trampling” posture, called out to Celeste outside the tent,

“Celeste, come in~”
Wofoo thought about her current pathetic appearance being seen by Celeste…
And she felt incredibly… it was like shame, but also different, even with a hint of unbelievable “excitement.”

Wofoo had actually anticipated that Adele would let Celeste in and see her like this.
Because only in this way could Celeste feel relieved.
It was also Adele’s clumsy way of making Celeste forgive her.

Until now, in her heart, Wofoo still believed that Adele was a pure and kind girl.
Should she be called stubborn, or just infatuated?
But this was also very cute.

Who wouldn’t like to “bully” an honest girl?
Adele especially liked it.
It would be best if their bodies and souls were completely consumed by her, thoroughly addicted.

Celeste could ignore their whispers, but she would respond to Adele’s call no matter what.
So in an instant, Celeste arrived at the tent entrance, but she didn’t lift the curtain immediately.
“Master, I’m here.”

She replied with her eyes lowered, one hand resting on her ample bosom.
Even in the dim light of the Secret Realm, the girl’s long hair was still as dazzling as gold.
There was no sun in this world, but Celeste could be the “sunshine” that brought warmth to Adele.

Adele knew that Celeste was worried about interrupting something good inside…
But wasn’t there a possibility…
That Celeste herself was part of the “good thing”?

There was no reason not to let the loyal dog see the scene of taming the wolf.
“Just come in, silly doggy.”
Adele’s address for Celeste always seemed to be related to “dog.”

And Celeste often called Adele “Master.”
Originally, Wofoo only saw this as a playful banter between them…
But now, it had a different meaning.

And Wofoo probably never thought…
That hearing Adele call Celeste so intimately at this moment…
Even calling her “doggy”…

Would make Wofoo feel an uncontrollable surge of envy.
It even made her fantasize, if she didn’t have to wander anymore, didn’t have to be strong, didn’t have to be bullied, if she could have a roof over her head…
If she could have a master who loved her…

It would be great.
Even if the price was to become…
The werewolf girl’s mentality had significantly changed because of the relationship between Adele and Celeste.

This was normal, it was said that stray cats and dogs were free.
But just by looking at their gazes towards house cats and dogs, one could understand…
That they also envied a life of comfort and being pampered.

Even though their intelligence as beasts was limited.
But seeking advantage and avoiding harm was a law of nature, or rather, a law engraved in the DNA of every living being.
Celeste obeyed Adele’s words and entered the tent.

She had already prepared herself to not be surprised by anything she saw.
But she still didn’t expect… to see such a scene.
The werewolf girl, Wofoo… prostrated before her master, completely submissive.

And Adele was rewarding her.
Wait a minute – so being stepped on by white silk stockings was a “reward” for Celeste!?
Regardless.

In short, the seemingly humble and bullied werewolf girl, who wouldn’t dare to resist… had now also abandoned her pride.
Celeste smiled at Wofoo’s back.
Wofoo could feel Celeste’s gaze.

It made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, but also like warm sunlight shining on her body.
“…I’m sorry,” she suddenly said, apologizing to Celeste, but her body still maintained a proper kneeling posture.
Because without Adele’s permission, she couldn’t look up, let alone stand up.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
“As for what I did mind… it doesn’t matter anymore.”