Chapter 50: The Succubus’ Humbling Mont
Rong’s lips trembled as she tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
Looking at Shia’s relaxed posture and teasing smirk, the word felt impossible to say.
'“Master”? He wants to call him “Master”?'
She clenched her fists, a rush of irritation flaring up within her. She wanted to bite him.
'Why does this feel so much harder than watching the elder succubi practice in Dreamland?'
Back then, everything seed effortless. Yet now, with Shia sitting there so smugly, her voice refused to cooperate.
Her gaze fell to the floor as she mustered every ounce of courage. With her eyes squeezed shut, she finally let out a whisper so faint it could have been mistaken for the buzz of a mosquito.
“M-Master…”
The mont the word escaped her lips, she let out a deep breath, her entire body tensed and glistening with nervous sweat.
To Rong, her quiet declaration felt deafening.
Shia, however, barely heard it.
“Well, I guess that’s acceptable for a first try,” he muttered, amused by her awkwardness. 'Poor little introvert. Don’t want to push her too far—yet.'
But calling him “Master” was just the beginning.
“That’s a start,” Shia said, reclining slightly in his chair. “You’ll get the hang of it with practice.”
Then, he added casually, “My shoulders are feeling stiff lately. Co and massage them.”
His chair swiveled halfway, presenting his back to her.
Rong froze. Her heart pounded as the full weight of his request hit her.
'Close contact? He expects to touch him?'
A flush spread rapidly across her face.
'The succubus princess giving a human a shoulder massage?'
Her mind raced with mortifying images of what the succubi back ho would say. She could already hear their gleeful jeers and see their exaggerated cheers.
The thought of their mockery sapped her energy, and she felt her shoulders slump.
'Is this it? Am I really going to survive by selling my body in such a humiliating way?'
Her hand hovered over his shoulder, hesitant, her touch light and distracted. It was barely a graze, as though she were trying to convince herself she wasn’t really doing this.
Shia remained still, letting her find her rhythm.
Before long, Rong’s internal monologue shifted.
'This is different. I’m not giving up anything—this is just part of the job.'
With a renewed sense of resolve, her grip fird, her hands pressing into his muscles with more intent.
Shia’s lips curled into a small smile. The change in pressure was noticeable, and he could sense her emotions shift with every touch.
Her movents betrayed her nervousness, yet there was a sincerity in the way she worked.
As her fingers kneaded his shoulders, Rong beca increasingly aware of his presence—the warmth radiating through his shirt, the faint scent of soap lingering on his skin.
Her cheeks burned anew, the close proximity leaving her flustered.
“That’s enough for now,” Shia said after a mont, his voice breaking the tension. “Go pick a bedroom you like.”
Rong nodded, her face still crimson as she stepped back.
'He didn’t criticize . Does that an I did well?'
She hurried to explore the villa, her eyes lighting up as she entered a luxurious guest room. The plush bed called to her, and she couldn’t resist throwing herself onto it.
The soft mattress cradled her as she bounced gently, the cool silk sheets warming quickly under her body.
'This is heaven!'
After two days of discomfort in the library, the contrast was almost overwhelming.
She rolled across the bed, savoring the softness, giggling quietly to herself.
Her joy was short-lived.
The door swung open, revealing Shia leaning casually against the fra.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, amusent dancing in his eyes.
Rong froze mid-roll, her face buried in the sheets as her body stiffened like a startled cat.
“Just wanted to let you know—your toiletries are ready,” Shia continued, his tone light. “The pink set in the bathroom is yours.”
With that, he closed the door, leaving Rong alone to process her mortification.
Inside, she let out a muffled scream, kicking the sheets in frustration.
Outside, Shia chuckled softly, clearly hearing her muffled cries despite the soundproofing enchantnts.
'She’s way too much fun to tease.'
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After composing herself, Rong slipped into the bathroom. Moonlight stread through the window, casting a soft glow over her reflection.
With a deep breath, she reached up to remove her disguise. Her horns, delicate and symtrical, erged from her head, glinting faintly in the dim light.
Her fox-like eyes sparkled as she studied her face. Her soft, cherry-red lips looked plump and inviting, frad by her smooth, radiant skin.
The faint blush on her cheeks gave her an innocent charm that contrasted sharply with the natural allure of her succubus heritage.
But her gaze shifted downward, and her lips twitched in frustration.
Her chest, though perfectly proportioned to her petite fra, remained modest at best.
'Why couldn’t I inherit 'all' of the succubus traits?'
Behind her, her tail swayed happily, betraying her mood.
'I wonder... If he saw like this, would it work? Could I... enchant him?'
The thought sent a small shiver down her spine, and she quickly shook her head, dismissing the idea.
Rong stepped back from the mirror, her resolve strengthening. 'No. Focus. This is just the beginning. I’ll prove myself through effort, not charm.'
With that, she changed into her sleepwear and slipped under the covers, determined to face the next day with renewed purpose.
For now, she let herself relax in the comfort of the bed, her tail curling around her as she drifted off to sleep.
Rong’s mind drifted to Shia’s face, and her lips curved into a small smile.
'A good person...'
Under the moonlit night, a new resolve began to take shape within her. Alongside her pursuit of a profession, she decided to use her ti with Shia to overco her social anxiety.
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