This was obviously quite unusual.

If the other party gave it some serious thought, they could expose all her secrets in one fell swoop.

Yet, queen Eden felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Why did it seem like 'she' was the one being played?

Clearly, she was the one doing the hunting, the one teasing him first!

Despite the seemingly favorable conclusion, the more she thought about the events, the more frustrated she became.

As the queen of Succubi, when had she ever suffered such a loss?

Queen Eden found this unacceptable.

The current situation was clear: regaining her footing with Shia seemed difficult. There was a peculiar allure about him, as if he had calculated everything in advance, even trapping her.

Trying to reclaim her pride by confronting him again might only expose her.

So naturally, her focus shifted to an easier target—his little girlfriend.

“Darling daughter, your behavior today… Mama is very pleased~!”

Queen Eden smirked as she yanked the fleeing Rong back into her embrace, mercilessly teasing her again.

Thus began a chaotic morning of torment.

---

After finally escaping queen Eden’s clutches, Rong smoothed her disheveled hair, adjusted her appearance, and took a deep breath.

Though she often found herself at a disadvantage in front of the queen, she still felt she commanded a certain dignity among the other succubi.

Initially, she had come to the Dreamland to take a temporary break from Shia and sort out her flustered feelings.

However, she also felt it was time to introduce some changes to the professional path of their succubus lineage.

As the Succubus Princess, Rong summoned the other succubi to a meeting, intending to present her vision for a new career path.

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On stage, Rong stood with the dignity of a princess, wearing a tight black leather bodysuit. The outfit was starkly seductive, exuding a sense of restraint and allure.

Paired with her innocent face, the look was surprisingly regal—if one overlooked her flat chest, that is. Still, her style drew admiration from the succubi present.

“Princess, that outfit looks great!”

“Yeah, if only the chest was bigger, it’d be perfect.”

Rong’s expression turned stern. She tapped her teaching pointer twice against the podium.

“Silence!”

Flattery wouldn’t distract her; the lesson must proceed as planned. She had no intention of going easy on them, especially after they hit such a sore spot.

However, the succubi below remained as lazy and indifferent as ever.

These elder sisters, corrupted by their carnal lifestyles, showed little interest in her so-called "new career path."

Some sprawled across their desks, using their large breasts as pillows.

Others stretched out their long legs, slumping lazily in their chairs, yawning.

A few even used one another as body pillows, snuggling as they napped. The soft, ample curves of their chests squished and deformed, forming enticing shapes.

The succubi being cuddled didn’t seem to mind either, casually inspecting their manicured nails.

“Hmm, should I get a new nail design?”

“I’m tired of bright red. Maybe something soft and gradient this time?”

After all, some clients really enjoyed the thrill of corrupting a seemingly innocent lady.

---

Rong, undeterred, pressed on.

It didn’t matter if they weren’t paying attention now—they simply didn’t understand the potential of her vision for assassin-based careers yet.

Once she explained everything, she was certain they’d beg her to teach them!

---

As Rong passionately lectured, her social anxiety seemed to have completely vanished.

But the succubi below remained indifferent and relaxed, utterly disengaged.

Rong’s patience snapped.

“Are you even listening!?”

A succubus lazily looked up at her from her desk.

“Yes, Princess, your lecture is very enlightening.”

Then she paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

“Princess, while strict teachers do have their appeal in some scenarios, don’t you think this approach is a bit… harsh?”

Clearly, this group of succubi had grown too comfortable with their current lifestyle.

Who would want to strive for excellence when they could live so easily and leisurely?

Rong’s hands trembled with rage.

“You… you’re so unambitious!”

The succubus using her chest as a pillow shifted positions, her voice languid and indifferent.

“But Princess, life is pretty good as it is. Why strive for more?”

“Exactly, why bother with weapons and honing skills? So exhausting. Isn’t it better to just relax?”

Rong looked at the uninterested crowd and clenched her teeth.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

No, she had to find a way to punish these lazybones!

Rong stormed out.

The succubi remained in the classroom, lounging around and wasting time.

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Rong soon found Shia and made her request.

“You want to add a special herb to Drunken Dreams… to suppress desires?”

Rong nodded, her eyes wide and full of hope.

“Just a little bit, not too much.”

“No way. That would ruin my reputation!”

Shia rejected her outright.

There was no way he’d agree to such a modification.

Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief. She hadn’t expected him to refuse such a minor request.

But thinking it over, she realized it made sense. If word got out, it wouldn’t reflect well on his reputation.

Still, she was doing this for the sake of their race’s future!

Determined, Rong stood up abruptly.

Shia glanced at her briefly before resuming his work.

Rong approached him, crouching at his side.

“Master, I’m begging you~!”

She placed her hands on his knees, blinking her big, pleading eyes at him.

Though her body stiffened with embarrassment, she softened her tone, pushing through her discomfort.

All for the future of her people—what was a little pride?

Shia raised an eyebrow at her, clearly surprised.

Was this really the same socially anxious girl?

While she had gradually become more comfortable with social interactions and let her true self show around him, this kind of coyness… was entirely new.

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