Chapter 198: Seduced by a Little Succubus, and the Tearful Princess (2)
Shia, while not overly modest, couldn't help but feel the timing was entirely wrong. Normally, a situation like this might have been welcomed, but now? Absolutely not.
His gaze flickered to the side, and he froze.
Only then did he notice Violet lying just a few feet away, sound asleep. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt.
Is this some kind of cruel joke?! If she wakes up…
The absurdity of the situation made Shia's stomach churn. The idea that he might become the unwitting "third party" in this bizarre dynamic didn't escape him.
Meanwhile, Rong, despite having released his hands, still had her slender legs draped over him, pinning him in place.
"Rong, there's someone here!" Shia hissed in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation.
Rong followed his gaze, her expression calm. "Oh, her? We were having a great conversation earlier, and I invited her to stay over. She agreed."
Rong's explanation barely registered with Shia, who was too busy trying to process the chaos.
Earlier, Rong had managed to coax Violet into opening up. Using her natural patience and ability to listen, she had gently guided the usually proud princess into a heartfelt conversation. The two had connected quickly, with Violet eventually accepting the invitation to share Rong's tent for the night.
But Shia wasn't dwelling on the shocking revelation that Rong—a shy succubus—had not only made a friend but invited her into the same tent. His attention was firmly fixed on the immediate problem.
If it were just the two of them, he wouldn't have minded "teaching" Rong a few things. But with Violet so close, the risk was too high.
Violet's breathing was steady, her eyes closed. She seemed completely unaware of what was happening just inches away.
"She's asleep," Rong whispered, her lips curling into a sly smile. "It's fine as long as we're quiet."
"Quiet?!" Shia's voice cracked slightly.
But Rong wasn't listening. She leaned in closer, her actions bold and unwavering.
Violet, meanwhile, lay still, hearing everything.
I'm not asleep! I can hear everything you're saying!
Her inner voice screamed in frustration as she listened to the hushed exchange. The faint scent of their mingling warmth reached her, making her blood boil.
These two are unbearable! Do they really think I'm that oblivious?
Despite her indignation, she remained motionless, her breathing steady and even.
As Rong's whispers turned to softer, more intimate noises, Violet's cheeks burned with humiliation.
Why? Why am I always the one caught in these situations?
She desperately wanted to sit up and confront them. To shout, "How could you do this?!"
She imagined herself storming out of the tent, glaring at the two traitors with righteous fury.
Rong, weren't we friends? Weren't we just sharing secrets a moment ago? How could you betray me so quickly?
And Shia—how could he so easily indulge Rong, even with someone else in the tent? Why couldn't he show some restraint, like when he was tormenting her?
But no matter how much Violet raged internally, she couldn't muster the courage to act.
Her pride kept her frozen, forcing her to endure the indignity in silence. Even as her heart ached and her sense of betrayal deepened, her body remained utterly still.
The sounds continued, mingling with her spiraling thoughts.
Unable to escape or confront them, Violet's hands slowly slid beneath her blanket. Shame and self-loathing warred with her need to find some release from the overwhelming emotions consuming her.
She hated herself for her weakness.
Her thoughts grew hazy, the sounds blending with her fractured fantasies, as she spiraled deeper into a mix of despair, frustration, and unwilling arousal.
The voice, though seemingly close at hand, echoed as if from a distant horizon, lingering in her mind and refusing to dissipate.
Her body felt weak, yet she couldn't help but move in rhythm with the sounds surrounding her.
Violet was on the verge of tears internally, wanting to grovel in shame and confess her sins to the heavens.
Hearing the sounds, feeling the changes in her body, she grew increasingly helpless.
Her heart wavered.
Could it be that something was fundamentally wrong with her?
Yes, if she weren't so abnormal, how could she have done something so shameless?
Even though her thoughts were clouded in a greenish haze, she still…
For the first time in her life, Violet discovered this side of herself.
It left her even more at a loss.
But in truth, her actions had little to do with her true nature.
What she was doing now was merely influenced by the hidden traits unique to the succubus race.
Yet Violet knew nothing of this at the moment. She didn't even know that her newly acquainted, kindred-spirit friend was, in fact, a succubus.
At least not yet.
The sounds and scents of a succubus carried with them an irresistible allure, amplifying their effects on others.
The tent wasn't exactly cramped, but it wasn't spacious either—especially with three people inside.
In such a confined space, Rong's soft moans and the fragrance she exuded had deeply influenced both Violet and their other companion, Shia.
Under this influence, Violet did things she would never have done under normal circumstances.
The night grew deeper, and the campsite fell silent.
Inside the tent, the faint rustling sounds failed to escape its confines.
Only the campfire outside crackled intermittently, casting a warm glow over a limited area.
Amidst the tranquility of the night, a faint murmur emerged from a patch of grass some distance from the camp.
The guttural sounds of speech were noticeably distinct from human voices, carrying a peculiar awkwardness.
In the shadows of the night, a group of figures lurked, whispering among themselves as they fixed their eyes on the camp.
If a torch were to light up the area now, no one would fail to recognize these watchers.
The moonlight filtered through the treetops, falling on the grass below.
They were goblins—creatures often dismissed as lowly monsters, lacking intelligence and moving sluggishly.
But tonight, they showed none of their usual dullness.
Hidden among the grass, their vacant eyes were fixed on the camp with surprising focus, as if engaged in some form of communication.
Far from mere instinctual hunters, these goblins displayed a newfound intelligence.