chapter 168: Two Succubi Sandwiching on the Bed, and the Queen Getting a Deep Education (1)
Even though the game constantly teased explicit moments and built up anticipation for the players, the Succubus Queen remained untouchable.
She was one of the rare big sisters who could toy with Mary Sue, his fiancé with countless women, and still keep her independence. Even up to the game's finale, she never truly fell.
In terms of cunning and dominance, she was in the same league as the academy headmistress.
Back when Shia played the game, he always suspected that this design was the developers' way of setting up a sequel to milk more money.
In the game, players couldn’t explore these locked storylines, but in real life? That was a different story.
The areas the developers left restricted for gameplay were only speculative in Shia's imagination.
But now, with the real Succubus Queen in front of him, he could choose to either keep guessing or find a way to confirm his theories.
For a brief moment, Rong's face flashed in his mind.
After all, they weren’t related by blood, so it wasn’t completely out of the question… right?
But Shia quickly shook off the bold thought.
Reason reminded him that he couldn’t—at least not yet.
…
With the Queen Eden's approval, Shia naturally became an honored guest in the Dreamland.
Not only could he freely move about every area, but the succubi were also exceptionally welcoming.
Of course, his “manager,” Rong, stayed glued to his side at all times.
What if, heaven forbid, he got snatched away by someone else? These succubi were notorious for leaving no bones behind!
Shia originally planned to discuss the specifics of collaboration with Queen Eden in depth. Some matters were still unsuitable for Rong to know about in advance.
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That woman had dared to make a move on Shia right in front of him. If he went to meet the Succubus Queen alone, wasn’t he practically serving himself up on a silver platter?
Besides, facing such an overwhelmingly charming big sister, there was no way he’d come back unscathed without Rong’s presence.
Every time Shia expressed his desire to meet the Succubus Queen alone, Rong would look at him with teary, pleading eyes.
It was as if she was accusing him of planning to betray her.
What could Shia do?
In the end, he could only sigh in defeat.
It seemed finding an opportunity for a deeper discussion would have to wait.
Seeing that she got what she wanted, Rong finally felt satisfied.
Of course, she wasn’t ignorant of her own shortcomings.
Compared to those big sisters, her skill tree for charming the opposite sex was almost nonexistent.
Especially when that woman was so stunning, so alluring.
How could she feel secure?
To the point where Rong didn’t even want to let Shia out of her sight for a single second—not even in bed.
…
Without a sound, Shia felt someone slipping into his bed.
Soft, slightly cool at first, but warming up quickly.
A small head popped out from under the covers, meeting his gaze directly.
Seeing that familiar face, a perfect blend of purity and seduction, Shia was stunned.
“How did you get in here?”
How else?
Of course, she used her assassin skills to sneak in!
Rong thought with righteous confidence.
Even Shia was caught off guard—assassin skills could be used like this?
Others used them for a one-hit kill, but she… was doing what exactly?
But Rong didn’t speak. She simply pressed her lips together and stared at Shia intently.
The moonlight bathed her in a soft, silvery glow.
Shia sat up, lifting the blanket to stare at the sudden visitor.
Rong’s attire immediately caught his attention.
She was dressed in a succubus outfit—tight leather that accentuated her every curve.
A leather bustier, a short leather skirt, and thigh-high stockings over her delicate legs.
Her tail swayed slightly behind her, and the small horns on her head added a wild touch to her innocent face.
Although she was sitting in the classic duck pose, her emotionless expression was just short of brandishing a whip to interrogate him.
Shia sighed and flicked her forehead lightly.
“Why are you sneaking around like a thief? Is this how assassins are supposed to act?”
Rong puffed up her cheeks, looking like an angry little pufferfish.
Adorably feisty, with a hint of cuteness.
She hadn’t come to interrogate him with a whip, but she had every intention of making her presence known.
From the Pamper Ball to the Dreamland experiences, and Queen Eden’s blatant provocations, Rong had bottled up a lot of emotions.
Even though she had gone to bed, her chest still felt stifled. She wasn’t happy.
She wanted to see him. Wanted to be near him.
But now that she was in front of Shia, she didn’t know where to start.
Should she complain that he was too dazzling on stage, attracting every bee and butterfly?
Or say that the succubi’s interest in him made her jealous?
Or perhaps vent her frustration over Queen Eden’s audacious flirting?
But none of these were really his fault.
Her mind was a chaotic mess of unhappiness, but she couldn’t articulate it.
So she just sulked in silence.
“… Why are you here so late? What do you want?”
Shia asked again.
Rong fidgeted with the blanket but still didn’t answer.
Her pout deepened, and she let out a heavy “Hmph!” to emphasize her displeasure.
'I’m mad, but I won’t say why!'
Her puffed-up cheeks, sharp gaze, and her faintly royal aura made her look like a bratty princess demanding attention.
Shia raised an eyebrow slightly.
While her darkened demeanor had potential, she was still the same simple and naive girl he’d lived with for so long.
Her little tricks were plain as day to him.
It was amusing how the timid maid he had once taken in was now trying to boss him around.
But this wouldn’t do. She needed a little lesson.
Shia reached out and pinched her cheek.
Her soft, smooth skin felt tender under his fingers.
In an instant, her puffed-up pufferfish face deflated.
But she was still mad.
'How could he pinch my face when I’m upset?'
Shouldn’t he comfort me, coax me, and give me a sense of security?
Pinching my cheek—what kind of solution is that?