Chapter 145: Double Sandwich (2)
Her puffed-up voice and exaggerated attempts at pressing down were oddly endearing.
Sandwiched between the two, Shia found himself struggling to breathe.
How did this suddenly turn into a full-on at sandwich?
Behind him, the pressure was intense, with a soft, overwhelming elasticity seemingly threatening to flatten him.
anwhile, the succubus princess in front of him had turned completely red. Her shy, lip-biting, downcast expression was that of soone caught in the act.
She looked like she wanted to escape yet couldn’t, her occasional fleeting glances eting Shia’s eyes before she quickly averted her gaze, like a startled bunny.
Then, unable to resist, she’d sneak another peek.
Her gaze, as though laced with hooks, drew Shia’s attention irresistibly.
The innocent allure in front of him, combined with the mischievous interference from behind, caused Shia’s eyes to darken, his voice low and hoarse.
“You two are making this very difficult for .”
His tone carried an unmistakable edge of danger.
Neither the pure-hearted succubus princess nor the elf princess, with her lack of physiological understanding, picked up on the deeper implications.
Nia’s voice carried a hint of triumph.
"That’s what you get for sneaking snacks behind my back! Hmph!"
As she spoke, she pressed down even harder.
Perhaps it was the overly sweet fragrance of the girls’ scent lingering at the tip of his nose, or maybe the succubus’s innate allure that clouded the mind. Or perhaps it was the intoxicating aroma of the primordial wine, rich with magical properties, that muddled his senses.
Shia felt his rationality slipping, his mind becoming a haze.
Rong, as if sensing sothing instinctively, gazed up at him with her wide, watery eyes. Then, almost hesitantly, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That tiny, tentative gesture was the final straw that broke Shia’s last thread of restraint.
'If I don’t commit a big mistake, then a small one should be fine… right?'
The thought flashed through his mind as his lips curled into a resigned, wicked smile.
This smile wasn’t his usual warm and gentle one. It carried a devilish charm, as though he were more of a master tempter than the innocent succubus before him.
The room was soon filled with soft, muffled whimpers.
The night deepened.
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Nia felt herself wrapped in a cocoon of chaos.
Whispers reached her ears, faint and fragnted.
"The long-lost goddess of the elves…"
"With your guidance, we hope to rise as a new deity…"
These murmurs were all too familiar. Even before her birth, she had heard them every single day.
Countless voices carried the collective hopes and expectations of the entire elven race.
It was the aning of her existence, the innate responsibility she was born with.
But the weight of these expectations was suffocating, as though waves of pressure were drowning her, stealing her breath.
To cope, she resorted to destruction, using it as a release to maintain her composure.
That was how Lia ca to be born—a byproduct of her need to vent through violence. In the aftermath, the pressure and gloom would dissipate, leaving only a fleeting sense of relief.
She had assud she would continue living this way forever.
But recently, she had discovered a new outlet—a way to remain true to herself while easing her burden.
Warmth surrounded her. The whispers of expectation gradually faded into the distance.
Even with her eyes closed, she could sense the essence of sunlight, wrapping around her like a comforting blanket.
As a being inherently close to nature, the sensation of basking lazily under warm rays was sothing she yearned for deeply.
A small smile tugged at Nia’s lips as she instinctively tightened her embrace, as if to share more warmth with the person in her arms.
She hadn’t anticipated eting soone like this boy.
But she liked it.
After countless searches across ti and space, she had finally found him.
The person in her arms stirred, struggling slightly against her firm hold.
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Rong woke up, gasping for air.
She felt as though all the oxygen around her had been sucked away, replaced by an overwhelming, oppressive warmth.
The sensation of suffocation was unbearable, and she instinctively began to squirm.
Nia also sensed sothing was off.
The hair? It seed a bit too long.
Finally opening her eyes, she took in the scene before her.
She had expected to see Shia, nestled comfortably against her.
But as she loosened her hold, the red-faced, disheveled Rong stared back at her in confusion.
Both froze.
'Wait… wrong person?!'
Hadn’t she been hugging Shia last night?!
Rong, equally bewildered, tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
Why were they sleeping in each other’s arms?!
Both girls began retracing their mories.
There was Nia’s taunting and bold moves, her playful provocations. Then Rong had retaliated, fully embracing her succubus nature.
And then…?
Rong pouted. Though the details were fuzzy, she rembered one thing clearly: midway through, her “prey” had sohow turned into a pillow.
anwhile, the true target had already been whisked away by Nia.
But sothing still felt unresolved…
“Senior, what exactly did you do?!” Rong’s voice carried a hint of accusation as she pointed at Nia.
She might not rember everything, but she knew one thing for sure—Nia had stolen her chance!
Nia, however, deflected with her practiced air of innocence, tilting her head and responding with a clueless, “Huh?”
“What are you talking about? The sun’s too bright—I can’t hear you.”
“You—”
Rong’s frustration bubbled over, but before she could say more, Nia interrupted her again, adopting a contemplative tone.
“Hmm… I think… didn’t Master invite us for so milk?”
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