The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: The Stage

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“I loooove yooou…”

Xie Shiwei’s legs were still trembling as she walked out of the dressing room.

She couldn’t forget the impact of Jiang Xi-yao emerging from beneath her skirt, her full red lips still damp, uttering a perfectly articulated “Mommy”—

【No, no, if I think about it again, I’ll climax again.】

【What kind of Wicked Queen constantly gets wet in front of her beautiful daughter? Is this mother-daughter relationship decent?】

【Xie Shiwei, stop it, stop it now! Even the best absorbent panties can’t be used as a diaper!】

She stepped onto the stage with a flushed, amorous face.

Whether it was because the president worked too hard for this play or because Jiang Xi-yao’s charm was boundless, the Literary Society’s stage performance managed to secure the school’s Grand Auditorium. Even on an ordinary weekday, the audience seats were full.

“Huh? That Wicked Queen is quite good-looking too?”

“Yeah, her makeup is pretty imposing, and when she asked the Magic Mirror if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, her voice was so cutesy! So adorable! Just let her have it, Queenie…”

“Wait a minute, Snow White is Jiang Xi-yao? Then I take back what I just said. In front of Jiang Xi-yao, if the Queen says she’s second most beautiful, no one would dare claim first.”

“Dream on, buddy. Jiang Xi-yao isn’t that humble. She’d poke out the eyes of anyone who dared to rank her second.”

Xie Shiwei almost couldn’t hold back a laugh on stage.

Although she strongly disliked these people presumptuously setting up a female-on-female competition between her and her girlfriend, insisting on ranking them first and second.

However, she would forever praise their unconditional judgment of Jiang Xi-yao as the “World’s Fairest.”

“Snow White is the most beautiful woman in the world! She is a thousand times more beautiful than you!”

The Magic Mirror’s voice sounded in front of her.

Xie Shiwei, distracted, spoke her mind: “Not bad. You have good taste.”

Both the stage and the audience were stunned for a moment.

She quickly improvised, covering up: “However, I cannot tolerate anyone more beautiful than me on this land, not even if she is my own daughter.”

The plot should have next moved to her summoning the Huntsman to eliminate Snow White.

But after the original actor for the Huntsman role disappeared, the president struggled to find a new actor, as no one was willing to take the role. So, this part of the story was cut short and introduced by the narrator, played by the president:

“The Huntsman was seduced by Snow White’s beauty. He planned to disobey the Queen’s order—he would kill Snow White, but he would keep her corpse to cherish alone.”

“Alas, Snow White somehow escaped this calamity. Fortunately, after news spread that the Queen wanted to kill Snow White, seven Dwarfs broke into the castle overnight and stole her away.”

Xie Shiwei, who had already moved to the backstage exit: “?”

The plot was changed to this? The Huntsman and the seven Dwarfs started competing for a perverted MVP index?

She looked out from behind the curtain, astonished.

Seven boys swarmed onto the stage with sacks and threw them over the beautiful Jiang Xi-yao’s head. They carried her into their castle, each one looking at the other six with wary eyes.

“She’s mine.”

“Why? I put in the most effort carrying her just now. She should belong to me.”

“That’s hilarious. Neither of you looked in the mirror. With faces like yours, you think you deserve to have her all to yourselves?”

An angry voice came from inside the sack:

“Do you ugly turtles actually dream of owning me? If you know what’s good for you, get me out of this dirty, stinking place right now! It’s filthy! Are you all rats living in a sewer?”

Xie Shiwei was a little bewildered.

Was the acting of these people this good before? Are they all embodying perverts with such genuine emotion?

Did her girlfriend make the president change the script so she could effortlessly perform her true nature?

But watching these people suddenly start fighting fiercely on stage, trading real punches as they wrestled for possession of Snow White, even eliciting gasps from the audience, Xie Shiwei felt something was wrong.

…Are they really acting?

“Shhwoop!”

It was the sound of the sack being sliced open from the inside.

The woman, with her black hair in disarray, revealed chilling black eyes and glared furiously at the group of fighting idiots in front of her.

Xie Shiwei hesitated for less than a second, then had a flash of inspiration. She turned and asked the president: “Shouldn’t it be my turn? Snow White should be poisoned to death by the Wicked Queen disguised as the Witch, right? She can’t die by their hands, can she?”

She raised the basket holding the poisoned apple.

The president stood beside her, his gaze fixed on everything happening on stage.

After Xie Shiwei spoke, the highly artistic young man, under his dark eye bags, suddenly smiled: “You want to kill her too?”

“That’s right, you are the Wicked Queen. It should be you who takes Snow White’s life.”

The president glanced at the basket in her hand, his smile stretching wider: “Exactly, you respect my script. That’s good. Xie Shiwei, go ahead. Don’t worry, I’ll have people stop them—”

“Just play your part according to the script.”

Xie Shiwei felt a chill run down her spine, but she tentatively walked onto the stage.

She relaxed only when she saw the president summon a group of security guards to drag the mad, brawling boys off the stage.

Holding the basket, she stood in front of Jiang Xi-yao, then remembered she didn’t have a line here.

So, Xie Shiwei tentatively asked: “Do you want an apple?”

The beautiful woman had just broken free from the filthy sack. Her black hair was messy, her dress wrinkled, and her eyes were furious, brewing with a blazing fire.

But at Xie Shiwei’s soft question, she miraculously broke into a smile.

Jiang Xi-yao reached out her palm to her: “Yes.”

Anything Xie Shiwei gave her, even poison, she wanted.

Xie Shiwei took out the apple and handed it over. Her eyes fell on Jiang Xi-yao’s luminous white palm. For some reason, she felt that Jiang Xi-yao’s palm lines looked strangely familiar.

The part of the body a person sees most often is not their face in the mirror, but their hands when they look down.

Xie Shiwei instinctively and quietly looked down at her own hand.

…She felt that Jiang Xi-yao’s palm lines were extremely similar to hers.

Could this be a sign of great fate between lovers?

But just as she lowered her head, she heard a crisp “crunch.”

Jiang Xi-yao actually took a bite of the apple prop.

The bitter smell intensified as the apple flesh was exposed.

Xie Shiwei was startled. Could this apple be a cheap, rotten fruit bought by the president?

She raised her hand to stop her, but the beautiful face in her sight started to twitch uncontrollably.

Jiang Xi-yao opened her lips to her, seemingly wanting to say something, but only managed a “Heh, heh” sound. Her vocal cords were spasming, and her facial muscles were twitching.

Xie Shiwei: “!”

Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

She stood frozen under the stage spotlight until a huge force suddenly came from behind, pulling her away. The president’s ominous narration sounded:

“Snow White has eaten the poisoned apple given by the Wicked Queen. She will never wake up.”

“She will be permanently asleep in this forest.”

With a “thud.”

Jiang Xi-yao on the stage fell heavily, unconscious.

From the sound of her fall, it was clear she must have been hurt badly.

Xie Shiwei saw the president’s smile grow increasingly strange. She remembered the odd smell the apple emitted, and with an unknown surge of courage, she grabbed the president’s collar:

“What do you mean by that? Was there something wrong with the apple prop you gave me just now?”

The more Xie Shiwei asked, the harder it was to breathe.

Yet the grip on the boy’s collar tightened even more.

The president was unfazed, staring intensely at her: “Are you questioning me? We are conspirators, Queen. Didn’t you say you wanted to kill Snow White with a poisoned apple? I helped you. You should be grateful.”

Xie Shiwei looked at his prejudiced, insane gaze, unsure if he was just too deep into the role or if he and Jiang Xi-yao had simply changed the script to be this crazy and bizarre.

She glanced at the apple scattered on the stage.

The next moment, Xie Shiwei lifted her skirt and rushed back toward the stage—

She had to know if Jiang Xi-yao was okay.

She had to know what was wrong with that apple.

However, a huge force slammed into her from the side. A boy dressed as the Prince, holding a long sword, excitedly ran onto the stage: “Hold it! A passing Prince has seen the unconscious Snow White!”

“The Princess belongs to the Prince, doesn’t she? This Prince fell in love with Snow White at first sight! He’s decided to save her! He will save this pitiful Princess who mistakenly ate the poisoned apple!”

He raised the sword, and his mouth curved into a wide, ear-to-ear grin at the audience.

The sharp edge of the long sword reflected a cold glint!

“Ssssss”

He held the sword upright and thrust it straight into the still, slender body.

The sword was thrust with too much force, piercing through the thin torso and planting itself with a dull “thunk” into the wooden floor beneath.

The Prince’s voice was excitedly loud as he spoke to the audience: “If I take out her stomach and retrieve the poisoned apple she bit into, I can save her, right?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaah—”

Amidst the audience’s terrified screams.

The Prince repeatedly pulled out the sword and repeatedly plunged it into Jiang Xi-yao’s body!

Crimson bl00d spread across the entire stage. The audience was in pandemonium, but the Prince, immersed in the script, tossed the sword aside and lowered his head to grope around in the bloody abdomen.

“Look! This is the poisoned apple she just ate… Huh? Wrong shape? It looks like a liver?”

“Then it must be this one! It’s red, and it’s still beating, thump-thump, thump-thump!”

As he pulled out one internal organ after another from the corpse, violent retching sounds erupted from the audience.

But some people were violently egging him on: “Next! Brother! Get the next one! I bet it’s intestines! I want to see what Snow White ate last night, hehehe. What undigested remnants will be left? Anyone placing bets?”

“Drip.”

A viscous drop of bl00d flowed along the edge of the stage floor and onto Xie Shiwei’s skirt hem.

She stood there blankly, like a puppet without self-awareness, unable to hear the panicked screams and fanatical obsession, or smell the overwhelming metallic scent.

—Where is she? What are they doing? What just happened?

A faint throbbing started in her temples.

Her vision swam with darkness.

Xie Shiwei felt her soul struggling to break free from her body, wanting to float to a higher, farther place.

Her eyelids were heavy and drifted downward. Her body uncontrollably swayed backward.

Just as her self-preservation mechanism was about to kick in, at the edge of her vision, a fair, slender hand, drenched in a pool of bl00d, suddenly twitched its index finger.

Xie Shiwei: “!”

Her eyelids snapped open.

The girl didn’t know where she found the strength, but she harshly pinched her thigh, looking intently at the stage.

【Not dead! Not dead! My upperclassman is not dead! Don’t faint! Don’t faint! Xie Shiwei, calm down! This is just another one of her pranks! She’s perfectly fine! Open your eyes and see clearly!】

【Just like last time, she was playing a trick lying in the prop room late at night. Didn’t you see it? It’s her custom-made empty abdomen, only this time it’s filled with some electronic internal organs! It’s just a small scene you already rehearsed!】

The doe-like eyes behind the glasses were wide and unblinking, staring at that hand.

Her sanity was precarious, desperately fighting for a lifeline amidst the terrifying, bloody scene.

Perhaps her will was too strong, creating a self-soothing illusion.

Or perhaps the protagonist of the stage prank couldn’t bear to let her faint and risk another injury.

The jade-white index finger twitched for a moment, then tapped slowly and silently on the wooden floor, as if in thought.

A moment later—

The thumb and index finger of the palm facing Xie Shiwei met slightly, and the other three fingers curled inward.

The bl00d-stained jade hand made a heart shape for her.

She could almost hear Jiang Xi-yao’s voice, sticky and elongated, in her ear:

“I loooove yooou~”