Shia tilted her head, her thoughts swirling as if marked with a big question mark. Something about this felt... off.

"So, I'm going to seduce her lover!"

Shia stood there, utterly shocked.

What kind of conclusion was that?!

The moon was now hidden behind the clouds, and the courtyard lights provided the only illumination, casting a soft glow over the surroundings.

The silhouette of a girl kneeling on the ground and a boy standing nearby blurred into the dimness. The boy tilted his head slightly toward her, and the distance between them was almost nonexistent.

The stillness of the night was interrupted by faint, ambiguous sounds that painted the cool atmosphere in hues of warm pink.

Shia clenched her fists at her sides, then, almost instinctively, placed her hand on Rong's head.

She hadn’t expected it—just one bite, and Rong's succubus nature was on full display.

The sensation was indescribably pleasurable.

Everything was cloaked in the night’s veil.

---

Elsewhere, the fleeing princess dashed through the empty streets, almost breaking into a full sprint.

Despite her elegant movements, her speed was unmatched. The cold wind brushed against her face, leaving her cheeks a vibrant red. She touched her heated skin, only to find it still scalding and impossible to cool down.

The dim light of a solitary lamppost illuminated her surroundings, and Violet, seeing no one around, finally allowed herself to relax. She clutched her chest, her energy seemingly drained as she sank into a bench.

Her heart was racing.

Taking several deep breaths, she tried to steady herself, but it was no use. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her slender fingers threading through her silver hair.

Violet felt a pang of frustration.

What on earth had gotten into her?

It was just a bit of teasing! But she had...

She couldn’t believe it herself. What she'd done was so unlike her!

Her first kiss!

She tilted her head back to look at the lamppost, slumping against the bench as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Her mind was a mess—so many thoughts collided, yet she couldn’t pin down a single one.

The soft sensation on her lips still lingered, along with the taste of him.

Her heartbeat quickened even more.

Violet jerked upright, suddenly aware that her fingers were brushing against her lips.

If there had been a mirror in front of her, she would have seen the blissful smile on her face.

But she remained oblivious, caught up in her regret over giving away her first kiss so impulsively.

And worse, it had cemented their relationship in such a bewildering way.

Was this really okay?

Violet wasn’t sure. She was lost in her thoughts, unaware of the silly grin spreading across her face.

She couldn’t even recognize her own emotions, let alone fathom what was happening with Shia.

She had lost, utterly and completely.

---

"Ah-hem..."

Rong covered her lips, her soft coughing cutting through the quiet night. She remained kneeling, her head tilted to one side, exposing her slender neck.

Compared to the inexperienced queen, the succubus princess still had a long way to go in mastering her natural abilities.

Shia watched her coughing form, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Images of two silhouettes—one larger and one smaller—flashed through his mind, their features blending together.

Shia shuddered, snapping himself out of it.

What was he even thinking?!

Rong was still coughing in front of him.

Shia quickly brushed aside the inappropriate thoughts and knelt before her, his voice full of concern.

"You really don’t have to push yourself so hard."

Rong shook her head, her pale face softening into a smile, despite her coughing. Happiness radiated from her.

"For the one I love, Rong doesn’t mind doing anything~!"

Her shimmering eyes reflected only Shia, and her obedient demeanor was irresistibly endearing.

Shia couldn’t help but smile as he reached out to pat her soft, warm head.

But the warmth of the moment was shattered by the abrupt ringing of his phone.

Shia glanced at the screen—it was Sistine.

Though she was the revered Sword Saint, her trembling voice came through the line.

"Shia, could you come over? I... really need you."

Shia's expression sharpened immediately.

What could have happened?!

His concern grew. Could she have been injured in the earlier battle?

Rong, hearing the faint voice through the phone, gave him a gentle smile.

"Go on."

Shia nodded, brushing Rong’s head one last time before draping his jacket over her shoulders.

"Rest well. I’ll be back soon."

---

At Sistine’s villa, the place was shrouded in darkness.

It seemed uninhabited, but the door was ajar.

Shia stepped inside, calling out Sistine’s name as he searched.

It didn’t take long to find her curled up in a corner.

"Senpai, what’s wrong...?"

The words caught in Shia’s throat.

His hand brushed against her skin—it was scorching. In the dim light from outside, he noticed the pink flush spreading across her body.

Her golden hair was disheveled, cascading around her, clinging to her damp body, which was soaked with sweat.

"Senpai, what happened to you?"

His voice was laced with deep worry as he tried to help her up.

And then Sistine's actions stunned him.

Her blurred vision barely registered the boy in front of her. All she knew was that this was the only man she could trust.

She no longer had the strength to support herself.

The faint scent of him drew her closer instinctively.

Before they could even stand, Sistine collapsed against Shia’s chest, her body limp.

Her glassy eyes and parted lips, coupled with the flush on her face, gave her an unmistakable allure.

This scene... it felt straight out of a CG moment!

Shia’s expression turned grim, the realization hitting him in an instant.

"You inhaled the pink mist, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?!"

The delay had made things worse—did she not realize the consequences?!

Sistine, her mind muddled, couldn’t comprehend his words.

All she knew was that she liked his scent, that he was the only one she trusted.

Her fragmented thoughts made it impossible to string together coherent sentences.

The last clear thought she had was to call Shia for help.

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