Chapter 111: Rong Is Teased by Her Wicked Master (1)
Rong’s hurried footsteps echoed as she fled. Though she was ostensibly cleaning, her movements resembled a desperate escape.
Once out of sight, she leaned against a wall, peeking to ensure Shia wasn’t following. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Turning around, she suddenly found herself face-to-face with Nia's curious gaze.
Rong froze.
Why was Nia here?!
Her face turned pale as she forced a stiff smile to greet the girl.
Holding her broom tightly, Rong felt a growing sense of unease, as if she’d forgotten something important.
What was it?
Her thoughts raced until her eyes met Nia’s.
A sudden flash of memory struck her.
That day on the rooftop, Nia had seen her—her true form as a succubus.
Looking at the flustered and self-conscious Rong, who was nervously stumbling over her words, Nia's innocent face broke into a gentle smile.
She opened her arms and pulled Rong into a warm hug.
The succubus maid, who had been sulking in the corner, suddenly found herself enveloped in softness.
Her cheek pressed against an impossibly plush, warm chest that seemed to radiate comfort and kindness.
"Don’t be sad, little Rong~! I still like you~!" Nia cooed, her voice brimming with sincerity.
"You… you don’t mind…" Rong’s voice trembled as she whispered, "That I’m a succubus? The kind everyone despises?"
She looked up, her wide, watery eyes meeting Nia’s beautiful yet youthful face.
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Nia responded by gently pressing Rong’s head deeper into her chest, a move that left the succubus overwhelmed by a soft, sweet scent that seemed to soothe her very soul.
"Of course not~! I even think your true form is cuter!"
Nestled against Nia’s generous chest, Rong couldn’t help but feel touched.
Though their relationship might resemble that of rivals, Rong realized she had found a second friend—someone else who didn’t care about her succubus lineage.
Tears of gratitude welled up and spilled down her cheeks as she buried her face deeper into Nia’s warm, pillowy embrace.
The faint, milky scent grew stronger, wrapping around her like a safe, comforting cocoon.
'Why… why are they so big?!'
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Meanwhile, Shia found himself increasingly excluded.
The maid Rong and the elven slave Nia had become inseparable best friends, always by each other’s side.
Gone were the awkward silences and tense moments between the socially anxious succubus and the innocent elf. Instead, Shia—their former centerpiece—was now the odd one out.
Today, however, was different. Nia wasn’t around.
Rong, still cautious, huddled in a corner of the living room, meticulously sweeping the same patch of floor for the sixth time.
Shia sighed. This situation couldn’t go on.
He had assumed Rong’s awkwardness would pass in a day or two.
But it had been three days, and not only had things not improved, but she had also started clinging to Nia, avoiding her master entirely.
It was both frustrating and exasperating.
Now, with Nia out, Shia saw the perfect opportunity to break the ice.
He sat on the sofa and waved Rong over.
"Come here," he said, his tone calm but firm.
Rong didn’t budge.
Shia decided to start a conversation.
"How’s your progress with your new class?" he asked casually.
Rong’s grip on her broom loosened slightly, her wary expression softening just a bit. But she still didn’t move, instead sitting stiffly at the far end of the sofa, her body tense as if ready to flee at any moment.
Her lips parted, but her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
Shia frowned.
"Hey, I know you haven’t wanted to see me lately, but this is important. We’re talking about your class progress. You’re sitting so far away I can’t even hear you properly!"
He patted the seat next to him.
"Come sit here."
Rong clung to her broom, her body growing even more rigid.
Shia’s expression darkened.
"As your master, I command you to sit here and talk with me!"
Rong hesitated, biting her lower lip. Her mind wavered, but in the end, her trust in Shia won out.
'He’s right. This is just to communicate better. My class progress is important. My class progress is important…'
Rong repeated this mantra in her mind, slowly inching closer.
The moment she got near, however, Shia acted.
With a quick motion, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his lap.
Rong gasped, instinctively trying to wriggle free, but Shia held her firmly against him.
Their bodies pressed together intimately, leaving no space between them.
Rong’s face turned crimson as she stammered, "Y-you… you’re… this is too much!"
Before she could fully protest, Shia’s hand found her succubus tail, which had unconsciously appeared due to her heightened emotions.
The instant his fingers wrapped around her soft, sensitive tail, Rong froze. Her body went limp, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Shia smirked in triumph.
"Gotcha," he murmured, squeezing the tail lightly.
Rong’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, her watery eyes filled with helplessness. Her horns emerged from her forehead, and her whole body trembled as she sank deeper into his hold.
Tears threatened to spill as she whimpered internally, 'He’s so mean… why is he doing this to me?'
Completely at Shia’s mercy, Rong’s earlier wariness melted away. She curled up in his lap, her soft, warm body pressing against him.
Her flushed face, delicate features, and faint, shaky breaths painted an irresistibly vulnerable picture.
The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the luxurious living room. Shia leaned back on the sofa, enjoying the intoxicating mix of the succubus’s scent and the softness in his arms.
The atmosphere was peaceful, almost idyllic.
His hand idly stroked Rong’s hair and tail, savoring the sensation. Her petite frame was impossibly soft, embodying the succubus’s signature allure.
Despite her initial resistance, Rong eventually relaxed completely. Her half-hearted struggles ceased as she surrendered to the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
'It’s so warm… so safe…' she thought, feeling a strange contentment.
Rong closed her eyes, resembling a docile kitten, snuggling into Shia’s chest.