"What surprise?"

Nia winked and hopped off the bed, heading straight for the door.

Within seconds, she returned—pulling Rong inside with her.

Both little maids were dressed in sleepwear—one in pure white, the other in seductive pink.

Rong lowered her head slightly, looking somewhat shy.

But the bashful smile on her face was impossible to hide.

"Master, we've learned a new skill together. We’ll help you relax!"

Nia’s naturally innocent face took on a serious expression.

In truth, she wanted to indulge herself.

But that might be hard to explain.

So, she brought Rong along.

Surely, Master would enjoy it, right?

Shia… it was hard to say he wouldn’t.

Before long, under the arrangement of the two girls, he found himself seated on the bed.

In front of him was Rong’s slightly blushing, shy expression.

Behind him, he couldn’t see Nia’s face, but he could feel her movements.

Her small, soft hands landed on his back, pressing and kneading with gentle force.

Rong, too, smiled at Shia and extended her small hands.

—A massage!

One girl on each side, both serving their Master.

This was a win-win scenario.

As their hands moved over his body, working through his meridians, the sensation was incredibly soothing.

Rong felt like she was in a better position, being in front.

Her little hands lingered on the places she found interesting.

Shia enjoyed the massage, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the fact that the little succubus was definitely teasing him.

Behind him, the sensation was equally pleasant, wrapped in warmth and softness, like a heavenly embrace.

But soon enough, Nia’s hands started to ache.

She couldn’t keep up the pressure and began to feel discomfort.

So, she simply slumped against Shia’s back.

Her delicate, soft body pressed against him completely, the heavy, cushioned warmth making Shia sharply inhale.

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Nia’s sweet voice whispered beside his ear.

"Master, my hands are so tired~. Just a little rest should be fine, right?"

Her petite body shifted slightly.

She still remembered the massage techniques in her mind, but she simply opted for a more convenient way to serve.

Because of her movements, her breathing became a little uneven, warm puffs of air tickling Shia’s ear.

Shia’s body tensed.

He could feel the subtle dampness forming where their skin touched.

His voice came out slightly rushed.

"It’s… it’s fine."

"Does it feel good?"

Nia tilted her face slightly, observing Shia’s expression.

Her youthful and innocent face was filled with pure curiosity.

Using the most innocent expression to do the most impure things.

What could Shia even say?

But his expression and body’s reactions were already giving Nia all the answers she needed.

The massage continued, and Nia finally picked up on something.

Had she unknowingly unlocked something new?

From Master’s reaction, he seemed to enjoy this quite a bit~!

Nia’s bright green eyes deepened, resembling the vast ocean.

Shia gasped—this girl looked innocent, but she understood way too well!

Rong was stunned.

She had been happily exploring, but now she was suddenly left behind?

Weren’t they supposed to be in this together?

Wasn’t this supposed to be fair?

So, your hidden weapon was here!?

Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Nia, feeling utterly betrayed.

Nia looked back at her innocently.

What?

Her hands were tired.

She just wanted to rest.

Even Master didn’t mind~.

She glanced down at herself.

No advantage at all.

Instantly, self-doubt wrapped around Rong.

Even if she copied Nia’s approach, it probably wouldn’t work.

For the first time, she felt deeply wronged.

She couldn’t just sit still!

Did she have any strengths?

Rong started thinking of ways to turn the tables.

She looked down—since nothing was blocking her view, she immediately noticed her legs.

Right now, she was kneeling, her slender, fair legs exposed. Her dainty feet were soft and carried a faint pink hue—healthy, delicate, and adorable.

Hmm, not bad.

Rong pursed her lips, forming a plan.

She looked up at Shia, then back at her own feet.

Would this work? Would he mind?

The next morning, sunlight illuminated the academy.

Shia got up early, arriving at the meeting place as the entire Divine Bell Tower basked in the morning glow.

However, the Elven Councilor glanced at her watch, her voice ice-cold, devoid of warmth.

"You’re late."

She lifted her gaze, her emerald eyes locking onto Shia’s.

"You missed our appointed time by ten seconds."

Without waiting for Shia’s response, she turned and stepped into the room.

From the very beginning, Shia hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak.

Watching her retreating figure, Shia shrugged.

As expected of the perfectionist Elven Councilor, her reputation was well-earned.

Shia closed the door. When he turned around, she was already seated behind her desk, busy with paperwork.

It was as if he wasn’t even in the room.

She turned to her documents, swiftly reviewing and approving them one by one.

No tea, no invitation to sit, no conversation.

She was outright ignoring him.

A typical power move.

For most people, this would be nerve-wracking.

But Shia remained entirely unfazed, casually making himself comfortable on the reception area’s sofa, curiously observing the mature and frosty elven woman before him.

Her snow-white skin seemed to glow, her breathtaking beauty complemented by deep emerald eyes. Unlike Nia’s pure innocence, hers held depth and stability.

But at a closer look, it was like glacial ice—unyielding, unmelting even under fire.

Dressed in a pristine white office uniform, she resembled an unapproachable snow-capped mountain, exuding elegance and authority.

Of course, Shia wasn’t just focused on her appearance but also her significance.

The Seven Shields World had an intricate structure, yet the Elven Councilor played a pivotal role in many academy storylines.

As a councilor, she was involved in multiple plot threads.

As an elf, she was a crucial part of the elven faction’s long-term arc.

And unlike the untouchable academy headmistress, she even had a hidden CG event.

A special chapter featuring dual service with the Elven Princess…

"Ahem!"

A heavy cough interrupted Shia’s thoughts.

He looked up to see the slightly frowning, displeased elf.

Yet, all he could think of was that CG scene flashing in his mind.

"Rude little brat, didn’t your elders ever teach you proper manners?"

Her cold gaze bore into Shia, filled with an oppressive authority.

She intended to put the tardy boy in his place, but instead of panicking, he simply stared at her boldly.

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