Chapter 73: The Night Raid of the Succubus Princess – A Socially Awkward Disaster (2)

Caught off guard, Shia was pushed to the ground.

The girl lay sprawled atop him, her dark hair cascading around them.

What are you doing!?

Rong’s mind was in turmoil, on the brink of collapse.

She had meant to escape, to find a place to endure her heat cycle in solitude, not to seek Shia’s help in resolving it!

But now, she could only watch as her body betrayed her, unable to intervene.

Even the sensation of their contact was beyond her grasp.

As time passed, her rationality eroded further.

The world before her eyes blurred into obscurity.

She caught the faint scent of Shia’s body and could almost hear his voice.

As her rationality waned, her memories grew increasingly blurry.

Rong lost all sense of what was happening.

Shia, sound asleep, was suddenly awoken by a knocking sound.

Opening his eyes to confirm he hadn’t imagined it, he noticed the room was still dark.

He got up and opened the door to find Rong standing there.

She was clad in a pink nightgown, her slender, pale legs exposed, and her bare feet pressed against the floorboards.

Her expression was blank, but her captivating eyes glowed with an enchanting purple hue.

Shia frowned. Something was clearly off about the socially anxious princess tonight.

“Rong, are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern.

Could she be sick?

But before he could get an answer, he was abruptly pushed backward.

As he fell, he caught a glimpse of two small horns sprouting from Rong’s head.

Her eyes fully transformed into a glowing purple, while a slender tail swayed behind her.

Her hips moved gracefully as she leaned in, her cheek brushing against his neck.

In that moment, the usually abstinent succubus princess revealed her true form, exuding a stunning allure.

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Her flawless face was both seductive and innocent, a contradiction that blended seamlessly and left one’s heart racing.

But…

Shia’s gaze traveled downward.

Flat. Completely flat.

She was a total plane, utterly incapable of inspiring any improper thoughts!

Unmoved, Shia sighed internally.

As I thought, I still prefer them bigger.

After this fleeting thought, he felt a twinge of guilt for disrespecting the succubus race’s physiology.

Though pinned beneath her, taking advantage of someone in such a state wasn’t his style.

Shia reached out and grabbed the succubus’s weak spot—her thin, black tail.

The mischievous kitten instantly calmed down, her wild energy sealed away.

Now docile, she curled up into a ball, her large purple eyes looking pitifully at Shia—a mix of reliance, fear, and a hint of playfulness.

Shia, however, removed the charm ring from his finger, intending to place it on her tail while she was subdued.

This was, after all, his ultimate goal at the moment. He couldn’t waste the opportunity now that the socially awkward princess had revealed her true form!

But it was futile.

The ring simply wouldn’t stay on.

After picking it up for the third time, Shia let out a resigned sigh.

As expected, it required her to be fully conscious and willing. Damn those game developers and their airtight logic—leaving no loopholes to exploit!

This ridiculous setup…

Lying on the floor like this wasn’t sustainable. While the weather was still warm, the villa’s air conditioning made the floor uncomfortably cold despite the carpet.

Shia got up, intending to return to bed.

And Rong?

The moment he stood, his legs were restrained.

The freed succubus princess clung to his leg, her purple eyes brimming with charm as her lithe waist twisted seductively.

Shia: …

So, he couldn’t just ignore her after all.

Succubi in heat were truly formidable.

With no other choice, Shia bent down and scooped Rong into his arms, keeping a firm grip on her tail for good measure.

Once more subdued, the mischief-maker curled obediently in his embrace, her watery eyes gazing up at him with a silly grin—like a naive girl happy to be sold off, counting her own change.

What else could Shia do?

He decided to share the bed.

Seeing as she didn’t seem fully conscious, suppressing her impulses was the only option until she regained clarity.

Half an hour later.

Rong’s long hair draped over her petite figure, cocooning her as she curled up beside Shia like a soft, lazy kitten.

Her body, weak and pliant, had no strength left.

Her small face, warmed by proximity, was flushed with a rosy hue, exuding a captivating charm as she nuzzled against her companion.

Her languid, endearing demeanor made her look utterly lovable as she nestled in Shia’s embrace.

Ever since she claimed his arms as her territory, she had found a comfortable position and fallen asleep.

Of course, only after Shia had firmly grasped her weak spot could she be so docile. Otherwise, who knew how much chaos she would have caused?

Inside the succubus princess’s body, Rong’s consciousness was gradually returning.

Amid the haze, she felt an odd warmth and comfort.

Who am I? What am I doing?

Though not fully awake, her subconscious sensed something was amiss.

But the scent around her was intoxicatingly pleasant, making her feel at ease.

She instinctively snuggled closer, her kitten-like nose twitching as she took in the scent.

Her head leaned in, rubbing gently against the source of her comfort.

Stretching lazily, she felt utterly relaxed and content.

“Are you awake?”

A unfamiliar voice came from above, startlingly close.

Still groggy, Rong’s sluggish mind struggled to process the words.

Opening her eyes, her blurry vision slowly cleared, revealing Shia’s smiling face.

Rong froze completely.

This this this… Shia… I…

If her thoughts could be visualized, her mind would be filled with static.

Why am I here?

Why is Shia here?

What happened between us?

In a flash, the events from earlier played back in her mind.

The drifting pink mist, her disoriented wandering, and her bold actions of pushing Shia down.

Boom!

The haunting memories struck her like lightning.

Rong was utterly stunned.

Why was she remembering this now?

Why did she have to wake up at this moment!?

Wouldn’t it have been better to sleep through till morning?

Shia, why didn’t you just toss me out!?

Why did it come to this!

Ahhh…

In her mind, a tiny version of herself was already screaming and spinning in circles.

The shame was unbearable!

She wanted to crash into a wall.

Why did she have to face such an awkward situation?

Death would be a relief compared to this.

She genuinely considered knocking herself out on the nightstand.

But nestled in Shia’s arms, surrounded by the soft bed and blankets, even “suicidal” escape seemed impossible.

What a disastrous, socially awkward scene.

She could never show her face again!

Shia watched as Rong’s body stiffened.

She froze entirely, her eyes wide and unblinking.

It was as if she had turned to stone, an expression of deathly rigidity etched on her face.

In Rong’s mind, the words “It’s over” flashed repeatedly.

What now?

Shia would definitely laugh at her, wouldn’t he?

If she had known it would end like this, she would have locked herself in her room, gone nowhere, maybe taken a cold shower to cool down, or even tied herself up to endure it alone.

But now, it was too late.

The embarrassing events had unfolded; her secret was exposed; and worst of all, it had all happened in front of her employer.

She felt like she was kneeling in surrender, mentally shouting, “Please, mock me as you wish!”