Shia's expression grew serious, and his voice dropped to a low, commanding tone.

“Reel in your curiosity for a moment and look at how you’re sitting.”

“As a princess, don’t you think this posture is a little improper?”

Rong froze, blinking in confusion, before glancing down at herself.

She realized she was practically perched in Shia’s lap, sitting in an informal "duck sit" with her knees spread slightly on the seat. Her hands rested on the cushion, leaning her body forward so far that her face was mere inches from his.

Her fingers, unnoticed until now, were touching the edge of his inner thigh.

Her face turned bright red.

'How did I get so close!?'

The proximity, the warmth radiating between them, and the faint scent of him made her heart race uncontrollably.

Feeling overwhelmed, she instinctively tried to pull away.

But before she could retreat, an arm wrapped gently around her waist.

Shia pulled her closer with ease, cradling her petite frame against his chest.

His breath tickled her ear as he whispered softly, “Gotcha.”

Rong’s ears burned red, the heat threatening to spread to her entire face.

Shia’s eyes twinkled with amusement.

A rare opportunity to see this shy little kitten so flustered—it would be a shame not to savor it.

Rong, clearly overwhelmed, stammered as her eyes darted around the car.

“T-This doesn’t seem… appropriate, does it?”

“Why not?” Shia countered smoothly. “We’ve already met the family. What’s there to be shy about?”

Her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as she lowered her head in embarrassment, no longer daring to meet his gaze.

Her heart felt both sweet and shy, the intimacy melting away her resistance. She stopped struggling and allowed herself to rest quietly in his arms.

But her mind was too muddled to speak any more nonsense.

'What if I ask more questions and he does something even bolder? What would I do then?'

The heat in her ears intensified as she basked in his warmth, feeling completely enveloped by his presence.

'I’m happy… but also don’t know what to do…'

Her mind blanked, all the knowledge she had painstakingly studied in the succubi library vanishing into thin air. None of it was useful now!

Shia, holding the docile girl in his arms, couldn’t help but reflect.

'Am I becoming a scumbag?'

The car grew quiet, the serene atmosphere wrapping the pair in tranquility.

They sat together in silence, their hearts inexplicably full as they simply enjoyed the moment.

---

Shia’s thoughts were briefly interrupted by a notification from his 'Charm Ring'.

His personal class had finally appeared!

A new progression bar for a class called 'Dreamer' was displayed—50% complete.

He had taken the first step toward reshaping the world’s perceptions, but he was still halfway from fully unlocking his class’s abilities.

The next stage would require Drunken Dreams to be released into circulation. Once that happened, his class would be fully unlocked.

Shia felt a small thrill of excitement.

Just as he was relishing the moment, the distant roar of a motorcycle engine echoed in his ears.

Instinctively, he turned his head, catching a glimpse of a speeding figure before it vanished.

The motorcycle’s rumble faded, leaving only a single golden leaf drifting through the car window, landing softly in Shia’s hand.

The leaf was brilliantly golden, its veins and texture intricately detailed.

Shia stared at it, a contemplative look in his eyes.

Rong, still lost in the haze of her sweet and shy emotions, paid no attention to what was happening.

“I have some things to take care of,” Shia said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“You go home first. I’ll come back later.”

His words jolted Rong from her reverie.

The warmth of his embrace disappeared as he stood up, leaving her feeling unsteady.

She looked at him, startled.

“You’re leaving? What do you have to do?”

Shia had already risen, but Rong grabbed his hand, her eyes wide and full of worry.

Looking down at her, Shia saw the pitiful, almost abandoned expression in her eyes.

He smiled gently to reassure her.

“It’s just something that came up. Be good, okay?”

Rong bit her lip.

“Then let me come with you—”

Her words cut off abruptly as she felt a sudden, warm sensation against her lips.

Her world spun as Shia leaned down, stealing a kiss.

The warmth, his familiar scent, and the softness of his lips flooded her senses, leaving her completely dazed.

When he pulled away, her eyes were unfocused, her body soft and pliant.

“Does that count as payment?” Shia whispered.

The words echoed in her mind, over and over.

'Payment? Payment? Payment?'

Rong, dazed and blushing, nodded instinctively, unable to form coherent thoughts.

The once-defiant and clingy succubus princess had been completely subdued by this "scumbag" of a man.

It wasn’t until Shia had exited the car and disappeared from sight that Rong touched her lips, feeling the lingering warmth.

“It’s his scent…” she murmured with a silly smile.

---

Meanwhile, Shia held the golden leaf in his hand. Despite its metallic appearance, one corner of the leaf swayed gently, pointing in a specific direction.

Following its guidance, he soon arrived at a dead-end alley.

High walls flanked both sides, and there was no gate or exit at the end.

The leaf’s movement ceased, indicating this was the place.

Without hesitation, Shia stepped forward.

The moment he entered the alley, ripples spread through the air, and his figure vanished.

---

The world around him changed drastically.

He found himself in a space filled with swirling, prismatic light. The shimmering barrier separated this realm completely from the outside world.

No one could see in, and those inside couldn’t see out.

At the center of this isolated dimension stood a striking figure.

She had short, sky-blue hair with slightly curled tips, and her face was lowered just enough to obscure her features.

Her body was clad in a black, skintight suit that accentuated her athletic figure.

Long, toned legs and a slim waist were highlighted by the suit’s contours, revealing a body that was both elegant and powerful, honed through rigorous training.

She leaned casually against a heavy motorcycle, her arms crossed over her chest, which the suit emphasized even further.

Hearing his footsteps, the icy beauty lifted her head.

A curtain of blue bangs obscured one of her eyes, leaving the other visible—a single cold, disdainful gaze fixed sharply on him.

She glanced briefly at the watch on her wrist and then spoke in a husky, commanding voice.

“You’re late.”

Shia’s attention, however, was elsewhere.

His gaze was glued to the motorcycle beside her.

The sleek design, heavy frame, and gleaming metallic sheen captivated him.

It was every man’s ultimate dream machine.

The commanding woman, clearly annoyed, scowled at his lack of response.

“Has your lazy lifestyle made you complacent about the rules?”

Her voice, dripping with disdain, snapped Shia back to reality.

He finally shifted his gaze from the bike to her, unimpressed by her domineering tone.

“Do we have a new mission?”

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