Chapter 72: The Night Raid of the Succubus Princess – A Socially Awkward Disaster (1)
It’s rare to have someone who truly understands you!
“The rarest treasure in life is having a husband who truly understands you.”
A sudden voice echoed in Rong’s mind.
Startled, she wondered why she was suddenly recalling one of the succubus queen’s signature flirtatious lines.
She and Shia were just ordinary friends. At most, he was her employer, and she worked for him—nothing more.
Rong shook her head vigorously to dispel the thought.
Having a friend was already a blessing in her life. She didn’t have time to pursue romance.
Shia’s smile seemed genuine, a reflection of his relief that their misunderstanding had been resolved. His confident demeanor suggested he had everything under control.
In truth, he was relieved.
At first, he thought the socially anxious princess was angry at him and tried to figure out a solution.
But after carefully recalling the game’s portrayal of Rong, he realized he had overthought things.
If an ice queen showed such emotions, it might signify real anger. But with the timid and socially awkward succubus princess, the cause was different.
Her nervousness and low self-esteem made her unable to control her actions or emotions, leaving her incapable of properly expressing herself.
As demonstrated during their previous teamwork, her curt remarks often carried an unintentional air of coldness, even when she meant no harm.
In such cases, clearing up the misunderstanding was the key to resolving the issue.
Shia’s heartfelt smile showed his satisfaction as everything seemed to be back on track.
But life is full of unexpected twists, and they often come when you least expect them.
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That night, under a moonless sky.
The quiet room gradually filled with a faint pink mist.
The mist emanated from the petite figure lying on the bed.
The delicate haze swirled, spreading through the room.
The sleeping girl scratched her neck, her brows furrowing slightly. She turned over, but still couldn’t find comfort, tossing and turning restlessly.
Rong bit her lip, feeling a strange heat in the air. She let out a muffled moan, her body curling as she hugged her pillow tightly, rubbing against it unconsciously.
Hot. It was unbearably hot.
It felt as if the air conditioning had failed, and she had been thrown into the peak of summer’s fiery embrace.
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze clouded with heat. Even her breaths felt scorching.
Her mind was ablaze, her body weak yet brimming with an inexplicable energy, yearning for release.
Sleep was impossible.
Staring at the ceiling, Rong was both confused and distressed.
Why was this happening early? It was a full week ahead of her usual cycle!
Looking at the increasingly dense pink mist filling her room, Rong felt a mix of frustration and discomfort.
The succubus’s unique physiology stemmed from an innate craving for life energy. This was an undeniable part of their nature.
Every so often, this craving would surface.
Commonly referred to as their heat cycle.
Each time a succubus experienced it, their allure grew stronger, a vital step in their development.
For a mature succubus, this was hardly an issue; in fact, it could even be seen as a delightful bonus.
But for someone as abstinent as Rong, it was nothing short of torment.
Especially since it happened several times a month—more frequent than any period ever dared to be!
And now, it was early.
Rong couldn’t understand why.
In truth, the heat cycle was a natural self-completion mechanism unique to succubi. Following their instincts would allow them to pass through it smoothly.
But Rong sought a different path. She refused to live by her body’s desires alone.
Previously, her socially anxious nature helped her maintain stability. Avoiding contact with others, especially men, kept her instincts in check.
But in recent days, she had spent too much time around Shia.
Her long-suppressed nature was inevitably awakened.
The urge to claim him, to mark him with her scent, surged within her.
Shia’s image filled her mind, his scent lingering in her thoughts.
Rong’s once-clear eyes now glimmered with a hazy pink hue, her thoughts clouded by instinct.
No! She couldn’t let this continue!
Clinging to her last shred of rationality, she tried to suppress her nature. But the growing heat within her made control increasingly difficult.
She had to escape!
Only by leaving, by distancing herself from Shia, could she avoid making a grave mistake.
Otherwise, under the compulsion of her instincts, who knew what she might do?
She climbed out of bed, her limbs weak and trembling, each step a monumental effort.
Leaning against the wall, her mind a chaotic blur, she moved towards the door, guided only by fading memories.
The sides of her forehead throbbed as if something was about to emerge.
Her unsteady steps finally brought her to the door.
Reaching out to open it, she realized something felt off.
Shaking her head, Rong focused on her surroundings.
This wasn’t the living room.
It was the second-floor hallway.
And the door before her… seemed eerily familiar.
A familiar, enticing scent filled the air, drawing her closer.
Her wide eyes filled with panic. Hadn’t she already left?
Why was she standing outside Shia’s room?
No! She had to leave immediately!
But by now, her body no longer obeyed her will.
Driven by instinct, her hand knocked on the door.
Knock, knock.
No! Run!
Rong screamed internally, but her body remained rooted.
Helplessly, she watched as the door opened.
Shia appeared in the doorway, his brows furrowing slightly.
The girl before him wore a pink nightgown, her slender legs bare, her delicate feet resting on the cold floor, seemingly unaffected by the chill.
A faint, sweet fragrance lingered in the air.
“Rong, what’s wrong?”
Hearing Shia’s concern, Rong wanted to say she was fine and walk away.
But her soul seemed trapped, watching helplessly as her body acted on its own.
Before she could react, she had thrown herself into Shia’s arms.
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