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

Wen Xi wasn’t weak. She was the self-proclaimed “First Lady” of Kaiser’s group. Given Kaiser’s obliviousness and low EQ, it was hard to say what she truly felt for Wen Xi. Perhaps she simply saw her as an annoying younger sister. Until she defeated Dorothy, romance was a distraction, a frivolous pursuit compared to the thrill of combat. Wofoo had sparred with Kaiser before, though Kaiser always held back, her true power a terrifying force Wofoo couldn’t comprehend.

Wen Xi was a Sequence One elemental vampire, though not among the strongest. Her obsession with Kaiser had led her to neglect her training, content to rely on her beauty and Kaiser’s protection. But within the Secret Realm, such complacency was a liability. There were no servants to cater to her whims, no makeup to enhance her beauty, only the harsh reality of survival. She had encountered a swarm of ashen goblin creatures, their grotesque forms and lecherous gazes filling her with disgust. She wielded the dual elements of ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) metal and wood, a testament to her noble bloodline and talent. But talent alone wasn’t enough. She had cleared the area, the goblins dissolving into ash, but the encounter had left her shaken, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As she caught sight of Adele and Wofoo, she composed herself, forcing a mask of cool indifference, her aristocratic pride demanding a flawless facade, even in the face of her enemies.
“A dog’s nose is truly keen,” she sneered, directing her insult at Wofoo.
But Adele was quicker to anger. “Not as keen as your foul mouth and even fouler actions, you bitch!”

Wen Xi bristled. No one in Twilight City dared to speak to her like this. But before she could retort, Adele attacked.
No time for words, only action. A swift punch, a lightning-fast claw strike.
Kitty Paw Strike: Bird Catching!

Or rather, since it was Wen Xi, the flamboyant, attention-seeking vampire…
Kitty Paw Strike: Roasted Chicken!
Even Wen Xi’s hastily erected elemental shield, a combination of wood and stone, couldn’t fully deflect the blow. Three claw marks appeared on her cheek, a stinging humiliation that made her blood boil. She hadn’t been truly hurt, but the insult, the indignity of being marked like an animal, was far worse. No one had ever dared to leave a mark on her face!

Adele hadn’t intended to merely scratch her; she had wanted to take Wen Xi down in one blow, a display of power that would impress Wofoo and solidify her position as the dominant one in their little group. But in reality, she wasn’t strong enough to defeat a Sequence One, even one as… distracted as Wen Xi. Her progress had been remarkable, from a weak, easily bullied target to a force to be reckoned with, but she still couldn’t match the true powerhouses of the vampire world. She flicked the droplets of blood from her fingers, a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
“Adele, is it?” Wen Xi asked, her voice cold, the scratches on her face already beginning to heal. “You’ve become quite famous recently.” Her reputation as a “femme fatale” and a “walking aphrodisiac” had spread among the younger generation of vampires in Twilight City, though no one dared to mention it in front of Dorothy or Hermione.
“I’ve always been famous,” Adele retorted, tossing her hair, a playful defiance that further infuriated Wen Xi.

“Enough talk,” Adele said, her patience wearing thin. “Let’s get serious.”
Wen Xi, a flicker of admiration in her eyes for Adele’s audacity, was eager to teach this upstart a lesson. She had been annoyed by Kaiser’s interest in Adele at the ball, but Adele, protected by her powerful allies, had been untouchable. Here, in the Secret Realm, however, Adele was alone, vulnerable. As for Wofoo, Wen Xi didn’t even consider her a threat. If the “dog” dared to interfere, Wen Xi would gladly put her in her place, a favor to Kaiser.
“Then let me show you just how insignificant you are!” Wen Xi declared, her eyes flashing as she unleashed her magic. No complex spells or incantations, just raw power, a torrent of razor-sharp leaves, infused with metal, shimmering in the air. It was an attack that should have decimated any opponent.

But as Wen Xi struck her pose, her arms outstretched, her eyes closed in concentration, nothing happened. The expected barrage of leaves never materialized. The only sound, the gentle rustling of the gray fog, seemed to mock her efforts.
Wen Xi’s eyes snapped open, her face a mask of disbelief. What… had just happened? Why couldn’t she access the ambient magic of the Secret Realm? If she knew the answer, she wouldn’t have assumed the realm’s magic was “impartial.” It was anything but. Within Adele’s breast pocket, the chalcedony droplet, Xiao Ai’s transformed form, pulsed with a faint, red light.
Adele, though confused by Wen Xi’s failed attack, wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. She wasn’t the type to let her opponent monologue; she would strike while the iron was hot. She lunged, her movements a blur, her Kitty Paw Strike a whirlwind of blows aimed at Wen Xi, who, still reeling from her inability to access the realm’s magic, was caught off guard. Her defenses, powered only by her internal magic reserves, were quickly overwhelmed.

“What… what is this?” Wen Xi thought, her body reeling from the unexpected assault. Adele’s movements were too fast, too precise, her attacks bypassing Wen Xi’s defenses, leaving a series of stinging cuts on her arms, shoulders, and face. Who… had created such a devastating fighting style? It was a combination of speed, precision, and raw power, a technique that seemed perfectly suited for close-quarters combat.
Under Adele’s relentless assault, even Wen Xi’s enhanced healing abilities were struggling to keep up, the sheer number of wounds overwhelming her system. If this continued, she would be defeated.
Wen Xi, however, was a quick thinker. Realizing she couldn’t win a prolonged fight, she decided to gamble. She feigned an opening, allowing Adele to get close, then, ignoring the searing pain in her side as Adele’s fist connected with her ribs, she unleashed her remaining magic, a forbidden technique known as “Rust.”
“Rust…” she gasped, her voice hoarse, her once flawless appearance now marred by blood and grime. But her eyes burned with a desperate determination. If she could just land this one blow, she could turn the tables. “Rust” was a dangerous spell, its corrosive magic capable of destroying an opponent’s magic pathways, the very foundation of their power.

Adele’s eyes widened in alarm, but it was too late. She had underestimated Wen Xi, her confidence blinding her to the danger. As they clashed, Adele’s Kitty Paw Strike tearing into Wen Xi’s flesh, Wen Xi’s palm, charged with corrosive magic, reached towards Adele’s chest. It was a mutual destruction, a gamble that could cripple them both.
But then, the unexpected happened.
A pair of gray eyes, glowing with a lecherous light, emerged from the earth beneath Wen Xi’s feet. With an impossible speed, a goblin, one of the most despised and repulsive creatures of the Secret Realm, lunged at Wen Xi’s outstretched hand.

When…!? Wen Xi had thought she had eliminated all the goblins. She hadn’t expected one to be lurking beneath the surface. And she certainly hadn’t expected it to… interrupt her attack. This goblin wasn’t driven by the mindless instinct of the other gray fog creatures; it was acting with a purpose, its sudden appearance a deliberate intervention, preventing Wen Xi’s “Rust” from reaching Adele. Something… is controlling it! But Wen Xi wouldn’t have time to ponder the implications. As the goblin’s teeth sank into her hand, detonating the corrosive magic, her mind was filled with a single, despairing thought: This is it…
The goblin, unable to withstand the corrosive magic, dissolved into ash. But it had served its purpose, protecting Adele.
At the same time, Adele’s Kitty Paw Strike connected, tearing into Wen Xi’s side, ripping through flesh and bone.

Even with such a grievous wound, Wen Xi refused to use the True Ancestor’s protective rune, refusing to admit defeat. She stood there, her body swaying, her magic reserves depleted, her once-proud appearance now a mask of blood and grime. Perhaps it was pride, a stubborn refusal to yield, that kept her from retreating.
But her pride, in front of Adele, was meaningless.
Adele’s gaze drifted past Wen Xi, towards the shadows behind her.

Then, she nodded.
Wen Xi felt a surge of terror, a primal instinct screaming at her to flee. She turned to see a pair of deep blue eyes, as cold and predatory as a wolf’s, staring at her from the shadows.
A blur of motion, a powerful blow.

It was a claw strike, or perhaps a slap, that sent Wen Xi flying, three deep gashes appearing on her face, a disfiguring blow that triggered the True Ancestor’s protective magic, teleporting her back to the underground palace.
Though she hadn’t been killed, for Wofoo, it was a satisfying revenge.