Just as Shia was about to let go, Lia lunged toward him again.

Shia sighed helplessly. Glancing at the still-sound-asleep succubus, he resigned himself to his fate and scooped Lia up in his arms.

Breathing in the comforting scent, Lia snuggled into the warm embrace, wrapping her arms around Shia's neck. Her bright, shiny eyes stared directly at him, filled with unrestrained delight.

Her little feet, clad in dark green stockings, kicked playfully in the air as her cheek pressed against his chest.

When he finally placed her onto the soft, luxurious bed, her longing gaze made him unable to resist pinching her cheek gently.

Only then did he turn around to help the other drunk troublemaker into the room.

In his heart, Shia made a silent vow: from now on, no more alcohol for these two!

Just a tiny bit, and it spiraled into this unmanageable chaos.

It was terrifying.

If this happened again, who could handle it?

After carefully shutting the door, Shia exhaled deeply.

The usually proper and sly elf princess was already a handful when sober, but drunk? She was downright unbearable. Clingy as hell.

If it weren’t for his self-control, Shia wasn’t sure if he could have avoided making a grave mistake.

Steadying his thoughts, Shia returned to the living room.

Rong, oblivious to everything that had transpired, was still clutching a pillow and sleeping soundly.

When she felt someone tugging at her, she blinked her drowsy eyes open, immediately greeted by the face engraved in her heart.

Her lips curled into a broad smile as she threw her arms around Shia’s neck, hanging off him completely.

“You’re here?”

Shia answered with a perfunctory “Mhm, mhm,” while supporting her slender waist.

Even half-asleep, Rong instinctively knew to walk back to her room—albeit sluggishly.

She wasn’t fully awake, though, not realizing this wasn’t her own bedroom.

Once he tossed her onto the bed too, Shia finally relaxed.

The two mischievous drunks had finally settled down.

For convenience, Shia didn’t bother taking them back to their rooms. Instead, he placed them both in the downstairs bedroom.

Lia’s silver hair sprawled across half the bed, her restless sleep leaving her monopolizing most of the space.

The two girls were tangled together, with arms pressing on legs and their hair intertwined.

Shia separated them, adjusting their positions so they lay properly on their pillows.

Their closed eyes and serene faces looked peaceful, their rosy cheeks exuding youthful charm with a touch of girlish allure.

After tucking them in, Shia was about to leave when a soft hand grabbed his.

He turned back, meeting Rong’s pitiful gaze.

Her watery eyes shimmered as if brimming with unshed tears. She pouted, her expression radiating unhappiness.

Shia tried to pull away, but her grip was firm.

Helpless, he sat at the edge of the bed, patting her shoulder gently.

“It’s late. Don’t make a fuss. Sleep.”

Rong, however, refused to let go. Her eyes were filled with confusion and vulnerability.

“Am I really that unattractive?”

Her voice carried a deep sadness, plunging her into self-doubt.

There were so many exceptional older women around Shia. She should have been the one with the greatest advantage as a succubus, yet she seemed to have none.

Even earlier, her best friend had brazenly outshone her.

Though Rong had acted nonchalant, even leveraging her succubus nature to respond proactively, doubts and insecurities still gnawed at her.

“Why would you think that?”

Shia gently caressed her face, his voice tender, as though soothing a child.

But this only deepened Rong’s sorrow.

“You only tucked me in… you don’t have any feelings for me at all.”

He still saw her as a child. But she wasn’t a child anymore!

Even if her petite figure lacked some… convincing evidence.

Despite her sadness, her reaction was so endearingly cute.

Shia decided it was time to boost the self-esteem of the insecure succubus.

Cupping Rong’s face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed her.

Rong froze, feeling the warmth and closeness of his lips.

When Shia pulled back, her face gradually flushed, turning as red as a tomato.

She was utterly elated, practically bubbling with happiness.

Her joy was so overwhelming, she couldn’t help but grin like a fool.

He kissed me! Master kissed me!

Shia ruffled her hair, offering a sincere compliment.

“Rong, you’re adorable. I really like you.”

The delicate, charming succubus radiated a unique allure, her magic irresistibly intoxicating.

Shia’s gaze grew deeper.

Initially, he had only intended to comfort her, to ease her insecurities and help her regain confidence.

But… her presence was simply too enticing.

Her aura was irresistibly seductive.

Especially with her innocent, willing response and cooperative nature, it was impossible not to be drawn in.

Shia tried to pull back but found himself unable to stop.

Rong, delighted, felt validated and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Though the weight of the boy pressing down on her made it a little hard to breathe, it gave her a sense of security.

Feeling his presence, his love, and the overflowing happiness in her heart, she was utterly content.

There was an undeniable sense of achievement in teasing the youthful succubus, making it nearly impossible for Shia to resist going further.

The moon shyly hid behind the clouds, unwilling to witness the intimate warmth between the two.

But then, Shia felt a heavy pressure on his back.

The teasing, mocking voice of the elf princess whispered softly into his ear, her tone a blend of mischief and allure.

“Stealing a bite behind my back? That’s… utterly unforgivable!”

Though her words carried an accusatory edge, there was a playful smile in her voice.

The weight on his back grew heavier.

Nia had thrown her entire weight onto Shia.

She pouted, clearly displeased.

“Hmph, sneaking snacks? I’ll crush you for that!”

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