Her arms wrapped snugly around him, holding him tightly as if she never wanted to let go. Her soft body nestled against him as she leaned in for warmth and comfort.

Shia tilted his head slightly, startled, but his expression quickly turned to disbelief.

Because Rong wasn’t kissing 'him' anymore.

Somehow, in her drunken haze, her movements had shifted slightly, and now she was passionately hugging a pillow instead.

Her pale, white-socked feet curled around the edges of the pillow as she clung to it, giggling softly and planting kiss after kiss on it. Her tail wagged joyfully behind her as she muttered incomprehensible words in her dreamy state.

Nia, who had been sitting on the sofa, watched the scene in stunned silence. She had been ready to mock Rong further, but the absurd sight left her speechless.

Meanwhile, Shia had already been stealthily pulled away by Nia. He now found himself cradled in her lap, surrounded by her flowing golden hair, her sly, playful grin radiating a sense of victory.

“Really now, how could I lose to a rookie succubus?” Nia murmured, her voice dripping with mockery.

Nia adjusted her position, pulling Shia closer into her embrace. She tilted her head down and spoke softly, her tone affectionate yet teasing. “There, there, little one. Big sister will take care of you~.”

Her soft, warm voice carried a soothing melody, tinged with the gentleness of a doting older sister.

Shia tried to protest, but Nia hugged him tighter, pressing his head against her chest. The soft sensation enveloped him completely, leaving him at a loss for words.

Unlike Diana’s mature and motherly embrace, Nia’s carried a distinct youthful energy, brimming with vitality. The warmth was intoxicating in its own right.

As the heat from the wine began to warm her body, Nia adjusted her clothes slightly, pulling her collar open to allow more air. Her golden hair fell messily around them, and she casually tucked a strand behind her ear, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.

But before the situation could escalate further, a sudden shift occurred.

Nia’s golden hair began to change, strand by strand, fading to a silvery hue.

If her golden-haired self represented the vibrant energy of nature, her silver-haired form embodied the serene beauty of moonlight.

As the silver-haired Lia took over, the magical restraint binding Shia vanished, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, he thought, the madness was over.

But his relief was premature.

The silver-haired Lia leaned in closer, her cool and composed demeanor masking an entirely different intent. Her slender arms wrapped around him with surprising firmness, holding him in place.

“Wait… aren’t you supposed to stop her?” Shia stammered, caught off guard.

The silver-haired Lia’s flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes told a different story.

This wasn’t about stopping anyone—this was her turn to take charge.

Kneeling beside him, her silver hair cascading gracefully over her shoulders, she gazed down at him with an air of quiet authority. Her intense gaze locked onto his, and she leaned forward, her movements deliberate and purposeful.

Her soft lips hovered just inches from his, her breath cool as it brushed against his skin.

Shia lay frozen, completely overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.

The silver-haired Lia knelt confidently over him, her icy demeanor starkly contrasting her bold actions.

Her flowing silver hair framed her delicate, youthful face, and though her features were partly obscured by her ample chest, Shia found himself staring directly into her piercing eyes.

Lia moved her knees forward, inching closer with a deliberate and predatory grace.

She resembled a moon goddess on the hunt, closing in on her prey.

Shia was in danger!

Meanwhile, the oblivious succubus, Rong, was still hugging a pillow tightly. Her cheek pressed against it, a blissful smile curved on her lips as she slept soundly.

She had no idea her home was on the verge of being completely taken over.

The elven princess, a symbol of purity, had already gone on the offensive.

'Devour him, devour him...'

The thought echoed endlessly in Lia’s mind.

Her usually icy gaze deepened, shifting from a light jade green to a dark and intense emerald.

Lia crawled forward on her knees and straddled Shia’s waist, her desire growing stronger with every breath.

She stared at his handsome face, inhaling his unique scent that lingered in the air. Lia could already imagine how delicious he would taste.

Though this process seemed slow in description, in reality, within just two seconds of pinning Shia down, Lia had already leaned over him, pressing him against the sofa.

She immediately leaned in and bit down.

The faint aroma of alcohol mixed with her fragrance, leaving a trail of warm, wet marks across Shia’s face.

Her warm breath and intoxicating scent created an atmosphere that was both ambiguous and tender.

Her ample chest pressed firmly against Shia, making it hard for him to breathe. His face was now covered with the marks Lia had left.

Shia tried to push her away, but he was no match for her strength. He found himself pinned down, completely unable to resist.

He could only let her nibble on him.

'Well, it’s not exactly a loss,' Shia thought to himself, trying to find some solace.

With this in mind, he gradually calmed down.

But after a while, Shia realized a hard-to-accept truth.

Aside from nibbling on his cheeks, this frenzied elf had no idea what else to do.

The tension in Shia’s chest gradually eased as he let out a silent sigh of relief.

Although he wasn’t the one losing out, he still preferred to take the initiative himself.

Looking at Lia’s delicate and stunning face, Shia found himself speechless.

She could kill without blinking, yet in a moment like this, when faced with a "delicacy," she had no idea how to proceed.

It seemed the elven princess’s knowledge of such matters was severely lacking.

As Lia continued to linger indecisively, Shia managed to regain his composure.

Because he hadn’t fought back, Lia’s "ferocious" nibbling began to relax, and she gradually loosened her hold on him.

At this point, Shia was able to freely move his body.

He reached out and grabbed Lia’s slender waist, lifting her off him like an unruly kitten and setting her down to the side.

Deprived of her source of warmth, Lia frowned in dissatisfaction and tried to climb back on top of him.

Shia placed a firm hand on her head, gently patting it to calm her.

Lia froze for a moment, and then she settled down.

She sat there quietly, looking dazed. After a while, she seemed to grow tired and leaned against the sofa, staring off into space.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com