After the extreme shame came volcanic-level rage.
Camellya’s hair, at a speed visible to the naked eye, began spreading a vivid red color from the roots.
The two camellia vines behind her head suddenly swelled and thickened.
With sharp whistling sounds, their tips sharpened like spears and fiercely stabbed toward Noah.
The fluctuations of Havoc Resonance Power instantly spread throughout the narrow dormitory, carrying a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.
Noah had been prepared.
The moment her hair changed color, he released his grip and jumped backward.
The swollen vines stabbed through the air where he had just been, tearing several gashes in the blanket and pillow.
Cotton stuffing flew everywhere.
The vine tips grazed past his ears, the wind pressure they carried stinging his skin painfully.
Noah’s heart tightened.
If he were actually hit by those, it would be no joke.
He had to calm her down as quickly as possible!
“Hey, hey, calm down!”
Noah nimbly dodged the second horizontal sweep of the vines, narrowly avoiding them.
“Look where we are!
This is a male dormitory!
There are people living above and below!”
While dodging, he lowered his voice and spoke rapidly, his words fast and clear: “If you make any more noise, do you think the entire building won’t hear?
Security personnel from the academy are patrolling downstairs at any moment!
If they rush up and see you like this in my room…”
Noah paused at the right moment, giving Camellya a “you know what I mean” look while sidestepping another vine tip that brushed past his ear.
“Alone man and woman, alone together in the middle of the night.
Your clothes are in disarray, and you’re using Resonance power to attack a classmate…”
He spread his hands with a helpless expression.
“Personally, I don’t mind.
After all, I’m the victim.
But what about you, Camellya?
A girl like you if this gets out, your reputation…”
“Camellya, you wouldn’t want Rover to know about this, would you?”
Camellya’s vine-swinging movements suddenly froze.
Noah’s words were like a basin of ice water poured over her burning rage and shame.
That’s right… This was a college dormitory, not the Black Shores training ground, and certainly not some wilderness.
If the commotion grew too big, it would inevitably attract others.
Rover disliked people who acted without permission and caused her trouble the most.
If she found out that Camellya had broken into a male dormitory out of jealousy and nearly wrecked someone’s room…
Would Rover think she was too willful?
Too immature?
Would she… come to dislike her because of this?
Would she even think Camellya was a nuisance and make her leave?
This thought terrified Camellya more than any attack.
The surging fury and shame in her eyes receded like a tide.
In their place appeared a trace of panic and struggle.
The swollen vines froze in mid-air, their tips flickering with unstable red light.
The vivid red hair gradually faded back to white.
She bit her lower lip hard, staring at Noah with an extremely complicated expression.
There was anger, unwillingness, shame, and a trace of frustration at having her vital point seized.
The dormitory fell into a brief silence.
Only the slightly rapid breathing of the two could be heard, along with a few bits of cotton drifting out from the pillow that had been punctured by the vines.
Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Noah also let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
If he had truly provoked this young lady into losing all restraint, his small frame would not have been able to handle it.
[Prompt: Detection of target character “Camellya”‘s attack intent significantly decreased.
Shame and wariness achieved.
Side mission “A Kind Reminder from Miss Camellya” completion rating: Excellent.
Reward calculation in progress…]
The system prompt sounded at the appropriate time in his mind.
Noah’s spirit lifted.
The system mission had finally been completed.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Camellya stomped her foot hard on the spot.
Her small leather shoes made crisp “tap-tap” sounds on the floor, as if venting her final anger.
The two vines also shot back behind her head with a “whoosh,” returning to their original size and length.
However, the flower buds seemed a little wilted.
“Tonight’s matter…”
Camellya’s voice squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying unwillingness and a heavy warning.
“You are not allowed to tell anyone!
Especially… especially you cannot tell Rover!
Not a single word!
Otherwise… otherwise I’m not done with you!”
Seeing that she had reluctantly yielded, Noah decided to quit while he was ahead.
He replaced it with a relatively sincere expression.
He winked at her.
“Relax.
This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me.
My word is my bond Noah’s word.
Nothing happened tonight.”
“…Hmph!
You’d better behave yourself!”
Camellya glared at him again, as if trying to find any trace of teasing or mockery on his face.
In the end, she only saw a frank and open expression.
She turned her head away, refusing to look any longer at this hateful guy who had made her lose all face tonight.
Without heading toward the door where the harmful water stain still remained she rushed straight to the window.
With nimble movements, she pushed it open.
Night wind poured in, blowing her twin-tails and the hem of her uniform.
She turned back one last time and shot Noah a fierce glare with those beautiful large eyes.
There was still a blush on her face whether from anger or shame, it was unclear.
“Remember what you said!”
After dropping that line, she braced one hand on the windowsill, swung her long legs, and nimbly flipped out the window.
The vines behind her head instantly extended and precisely hooked onto the edge of the balcony above.
But just before her figure was about to disappear, she seemed to still harbor resentment.
Her heel kicked the window frame in a venting manner, producing a light “tap” sound.
Then, with a light swing, her white figure moved like a nocturnal wildcat.
Silently blending into the shadows cast by the buildings, she disappeared into the vast night after a few leaps.
Noah quickly walked to the window and leaned out.
He only caught the final flutter of clothing fabric at the distant building corner.
The night wind was cool, carrying the scent of plants unique to Startorch Academy.
It was as if the farce that had just occurred had never happened.
He let out a long breath, closed the window, and casually drew the curtains shut.
Turning around, he looked at the mess in the room:
The overturned chair, the still-wet water stain on the floor, the torn blanket and pillow, the flying cotton…
Noah rubbed the space between his eyebrows and revealed a helpless bitter smile.
“This is just great,” he muttered to himself.
“Looks like I’ll be busy tonight.”
“Using this kind of method against a girl, although I was forced into it, is indeed quite… villainous.”
Recalling the scene of humiliating Camellya just now, Noah felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The system seemed to have gone silent and offered no comment.