He gulped down a large glass of cold water, but it did little to cool the heat rising within him.

His body still felt unbearably hot.

Sigh.

Shia let out a deep breath and decided to take a cold shower to calm himself.

But just as he stood up from the couch, he felt a pair of cold, piercing eyes watching him.

He froze mid-step and turned toward the source of the gaze.

Under the pale moonlight, a petite silver-haired figure emerged from the shadows.

Her ankle-length silver hair shimmered faintly, her pointed elf ears poked out from beneath the strands, and her green eyes glinted with an otherworldly chill.

She was barefoot, her delicate feet clad only in thin, dark-green stockings that pressed silently against the floor. Her loose-fitting nightgown had slipped off one shoulder, exposing her snowy-white skin.

She stared at Shia with an unyielding intensity.

"Lia?" Shia blinked, startled.

Why was she here at this hour?

Lia took a few steps forward, the oversized sleeve of her nightgown swaying as she moved, and her voice, quiet and cool, broke the silence.

"I saw everything."

Choke.

Shia nearly coughed up his own breath, breaking into a fit of coughing.

"That—uh—just now, Rong was just whispering something to me," he stammered, trying to explain.

For some reason, he always felt like he was corrupting a child when Lia was around, so he hurriedly attempted to justify the earlier scene.

But Lia wasn’t buying it.

"Do you think I don’t understand anything?" she snapped, her tone biting.

"No, that’s not it at all—" Shia began, but he hesitated, silently agreeing with her.

Despite her 'petite dynamite' physique and stunning beauty, Lia was rather innocent at heart.

Even when she’d drunkenly tried to 'devour' him before, all she’d managed was some cuddling and kisses. Beyond that, she hadn’t had a clue.

Deep down, Shia didn’t think Lia would ever try anything truly bold.

But before he could finish his thought, Lia interrupted him again.

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"You don’t need to lie to me!"

Her small hand shot out, covering his mouth, and she stared at him intently, biting her lip.

"I know what a slave is supposed to do—to serve their master and ease his troubles!"

Her emerald eyes sparkled with unwavering determination, as though she’d just come to a monumental decision.

Her earnestness left Shia speechless. This wasn’t the Lia he knew.

While she appeared cold and proud on the outside, she was, at heart, a gentle steam-powered doll.

This sudden burst of resolve felt… off.

It made him wonder if she’d been misled—possibly by Nia.

And this whole 'slave' thing? Shia didn’t particularly care for labels. To him, both Lia and Nia were family.

But knowing Nia’s mischievous nature, Shia had a sinking feeling Lia was about to do something rash.

Before he could stop her, it was too late.

Lia knelt gracefully before Shia, her petite figure framed by the soft moonlight.

His sense of foreboding deepened as her silvery hair caught the light, making her skin glow like pristine snow. Her deep green eyes reflected Shia’s face, filled with nothing but him.

She leaned in, bringing a sweet scent with her, and executed her role with meticulous care.

The sight of her, combining the purity of an elf with the seductive charm of a nymph, was devastating.

Pure yet alluring.

It made Shia’s temples throb uncontrollably.

He hadn’t expected her to move so quickly.

As she continued her self-imposed 'duty', Lia let out a soft, dissatisfied hum.

"Master, you’re so bad. This is supposed to be my job, but you didn’t tell me about it."

"If I hadn’t come here myself, were you planning to keep it from me forever?"

Shia’s expression became increasingly complicated, a mixture of pleasure and the weight of emotions he couldn’t quite define.

'How did this suddenly unlock a new CG scene?' he wondered.

Yet, as much as his mind raced, his hand instinctively fell onto Lia’s head.

Her silken silver hair felt soft to the touch, surprisingly warm and tender despite its icy appearance.

It was comforting—so much so that he couldn’t help but ruffle it gently.

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Meanwhile, Rong’s room was pitch black, completely silent.

It was impossible to tell whether she was sulking over her earlier retreat or relieved to have escaped unscathed.

But one thing was clear—she had no idea what was happening outside.

'Think the little succubus had suffered a crushing defeat?'

Wrong! Completely wrong!

Once the darkness became familiar, it was obvious her face held no trace of sadness or regret.

Instead, it brimmed with excitement.

Dressed in her standard-issue succubus leather outfit, she lacked the voluptuous curves of the older succubi but carried a uniquely pure and seductive charm.

Her long succubus tail swayed playfully, the heart-shaped tip glowing faintly.

It was all an act.

Rong wasn’t hurt at all; she had mastered the art of advancing by retreating!

She replayed Queen Eden’s earlier teachings in her mind.

Sometimes, a push-and-pull approach is the most effective way to ignite a man’s affection and desire.

She had done it on purpose—deliberately riling Shia up and fleeing at the most critical moment.

That way, he’d come looking for her.

'If something comes too easily, it isn’t cherished. But if it’s just out of reach, it becomes irresistible!'

Smug with her strategy, Rong rolled around in her blanket several times, grinning from ear to ear.

Her bright eyes gleamed in the dark as she gazed expectantly at the door, waiting for Shia to come find her.

She even adjusted her pose to make herself appear more inviting and seductive.

Then she waited.

And waited.

And waited…

Eventually, her eyelids drooped, and she drifted off to sleep.

In her dreams, everything was perfect.

She imagined Shia approaching her with a warm, gentle smile.

She pretended to be asleep, thinking it would add to his joy in “sneaking up” on her.

In truth, she was the real hunter.

But as Shia drew closer, she noticed he wasn’t alone.

Two figures accompanied him—both elves.

One with golden hair like the sun, the other silver like the moon.

They leaned close to Shia, their identical faces contrasting sharply in temperament—one radiating warmth, the other exuding cool elegance.

Yet both were intimately clinging to him, stealing kisses and brushing against him.

Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief as recognition dawned.

'Wasn’t that the elven princess?'

'Why does it look like this?!'

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