The environment was terrifying.
During the short time she’d been set down to walk, Ye Lu’s nerves were constantly on edge.
As she walked, she subconsciously grabbed the Prince’s uniform sleeve.
The Prince was very tall and had a habit of swinging his arms widely as he walked.
So when she held on, she swayed unsteadily and couldn’t get a firm grip.
The Prince, of course, didn’t notice anything and kept swinging his arms.
And the range was quite large; he didn’t lower his hand to let Ye Lu hold it properly.
But Ye Lu didn’t really mind that, because she herself barely noticed her own behavior, which was like a little girl’s—purely instinctual.
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They walked for a long time. The distance they’d covered on foot since being set down by the Prince was already considerable.
Ye Lu gradually stabilized from the special state triggered when a succubus touches a man.
In other words, that sticky, clingy feeling became a little drier, and her mind calmed down a lot.
…At least she wouldn’t do anything so embarrassing and out of line again.
However, Ye Lu still found it unbelievable.
Was the succubus body really so fond of men that it would behave like this, even though they were just men?
She looked at the Prince’s broad back, then down at his arm whose sleeve she was holding. She froze, then let go as if burned.
When had she started holding on?
After finally shaking off the succubus’s love brain and slowly recovering, why was she still instinctively reaching for him…?
Ye Lu sighed, and her gaze hardened again.
Taking advantage of this period when she wasn’t going into heat like a female,
She made up her mind.
She had to recognize herself, warn herself, and restrain herself.
Absolutely not let the succubus’s instincts drag her around.
She estimated when the next episode might occur and planned to intercept it in advance. Yes.
The calculation was thorough.
After all, she was a man.
If she really let the relationship between her and the Prince grow too close…
Even though it was impossible…
Ye Lu only thought about what if the Prince insisted on having her, and it somehow happened by accident.
If that happened, the Celestial Demons would surely not let her off, since she was a succubus.
How could she deserve the Prince of the Celestial Demons…
…No, was this the time for self-pity?
Besides, leaving external pressure aside,
Looking at her own body, what did those promises she once made count for?
She had even made them just yesterday, and solemnly declared them to her mother.
After all that, if she brought a man home, wouldn’t she be laughed to death?
Of course, adults were an exception…
Still wrong!
Ye Lu understood very clearly.
Her current state was merely submission to the Prince’s authority.
Occasionally serving the necessary daily instincts of a female succubus.
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Of course, coming out of the succubus’s love brain wasn’t all good.
The downside was that it was easy to overthink.
She should be enjoying the time spent with the person her body craved.
Holding his sleeve, sometimes even quietly slipping her fingertips a little further in, just to brush against the warmth of his skin.
But there was always another voice in her heart pulling at her, making her thoughts a mess.
?
Ye Lu’s eyes widened.
When had she grabbed the Prince’s sleeve again!
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It was about a ten-minute walk, and Ye Lu’s legs were sore.
She had to admit the environment here was really terrible. Though nothing seemed obviously wrong on the surface, it was quiet.
But it was exactly when you let your guard down that mosquitoes loved to sneak a bite on your legs.
By the way, these mosquitoes were old ancestors that had been absorbing the Yin Energy here for who knows how many years. After a bite, you’d be scratching for ages.
How did she know so clearly…
At times like this, she couldn’t help complaining about the school uniform skirt.
Though this time it hadn’t been blown up by the wind to expose her, so she’d like to praise it for that.
But it was a pleated skirt that didn’t cover her legs at all!
Her fair, plump legs—belonging to a girl—were completely exposed to the air.
They became an all-you-can-eat buffet for mosquitoes.
Uncomfortable…
Painful…
She didn’t know how many times she’d been bitten along the way.
But the most annoying part wasn’t that.
— To deal with the itchy spots, she had to stop every few steps, bend over, and prop her hands on her knees to scratch.
But every time she stopped to fuss, the Prince acted as if he couldn’t see her at all, often disappearing into the spreading fog ahead without her noticing.
When Ye Lu looked up, of course, she was in despair.
She didn’t know why, but in this setting, she was absolutely terrified. Helpless, she could only lower her head and rush forward desperately.
Fortunately, after a few steps, she broke through the fog and saw the Prince leisurely walking ahead, not even turning his head.
First, she breathed a huge sigh of relief, then felt an inexplicable irritation.
But she was too embarrassed to say anything, so she had to be smart: waiting for the Prince to take a few steps before doing a little sprint to catch up.
It was doable, but a bit tiring.
The Prince’s personality was indeed strange, she could tell.
But she couldn’t help suspecting—once, twice—was the Prince doing this on purpose?
How could he be so distracted? How could he not notice?
Even Ye Lu, who had been a man just the day before, knew he should stop at times like this.
Seeing a girl with this kind of trouble, especially one as stunning as her—
Perfect curves where they should be, none where they shouldn’t,
A face so delicate and exquisite it could break,
A normal man wouldn’t just be tempted; he’d be making a move.
She thought that under normal circumstances, the Prince should first care for her gently, then squat down and put her on his lap.
He’d frown at the red bumps on her fair legs, showing how much it pained him.
Then he’d dab some saliva on his fingertip and carefully apply it with those big, impressive-looking hands.
Next step…
“We’re here.”
“…”
“We’re here, Miss Ye Lu.”
Ye Lu didn’t hear him. The Prince called again.
“Ah, ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Prince, I was distracted.”
Ye Lu quickly apologized, stopped her wild thoughts, glanced at the Prince’s face, then blushed and quickly looked away.
As if guilty… she turned to look at the scene before her.
She froze.
From a distance,
It was just a dormitory the size of an ordinary apartment building, a standard rectangular matchbox.
A shabby wooden-handled door, no dormitory management office, no air conditioning units visible outside, and even the walls were covered in moss.
Utterly dilapidated.
The dormitory was so small…
So dark.
And with this inhuman path she’d just walked, were there really guys living in this godforsaken place?
The Prince actually lived here.
But before Ye Lu could sigh, feeling the Prince’s warmth beside her, she suddenly thought of something and pressed her lips together in shame.
Not good.
She rubbed her still-itchy legs, lowered her head slightly, raised her small hand to her chest, and felt the rapidly quickening heartbeat under the heavy burden she’d grown used to.
Hehe…
Come to think of it,
It seemed…
The dormitory was surprisingly small.
Hmm…
And in this desolate, mountainous place,
Under these circumstances,
— No one would find out if the Prince did anything to her, right?
It wasn’t like it would be the first time…
Just do it one last time, take the profit, and quit.
She probably wouldn’t be troubled at night anymore, right?
It should be a good decision, right?
Right?
Isn’t it?
…
“Going in?”
“In… then let’s go in.”
“Huh?”
“Prince, something’s not right.”
“If I remember correctly, this should be the boys’ dormitory.”
She lowered her voice: “I’m a girl now… Is it really okay to go in like this…?”
“Is that a thing?”
“…”
The Prince ignored her and directly took her arm, pushing open the door.
He smiled, which was rare.
“Honestly, I just hope I can capture the feel this time.”
“…”
Then he led her upstairs to the third floor, through the hallway.
“Prince, this is… ah!”
“Woman?!”