The man speaking was dressed quite sloppily. A shirt, plus a pair of baggy shorts, and flip-flops on his feet. His purple hair was so greasy it was plastered against his scalp; who knew how many days it had been since he last washed it. In his hand, he held a cup of instant noodles he had just taken a bite from, the fork having slipped down to dangle over the rim of the cup.
He stared at Ye Lu, who had been pulled in by the Prince, in disbelief.
This guy was also a Celestial Demon.
“Get out, Weilan.”
“I’m going to play some fun games with this young lady.”
The Prince said offhandedly, casually taking off his school uniform jacket and tossing it onto the bed against the wall nearest the door.
Then he gently pushed Ye Lu, who was holding onto his arm, over toward the bed as well.
Ye Lu stumbled, nearly falling.
Fortunately, she grabbed the bedpost just in time to steady herself.
She bit her lip and looked at the Prince with a strange expression.
Then she glanced sideways at the Celestial Demon on the left, who had been called Weilan.
His expression didn’t seem very good; he was staring at her with a look that seemed to say, “What kind of creature is this?”
Ye Lu felt guilty.
The atmosphere here made her feel especially like she was some not-too-pretty girlfriend that a guy had brought home—or maybe a fangirl—being looked down on by his family.
She sat cautiously on the edge of the bed, legs together, hands on her knees, deliberately pulling her skirt down a bit.
Like this… would she appear more reserved?
Though she had no experience as a woman yet…
While her tail twitched nervously, she unconsciously glanced around.
Her first impression of this place was that it was worn out, extremely worn out.
A hundred times more worn out than the dorm she lived in last semester, when she was still a guy.
The interior was only slightly better than it looked from the outside.
The ventilation must have been terrible; the magical dampness in the air was suffocating.
The floor was concrete with chipped paint, and the imitation ceramic coating on the walls was cracked all over.
Spiderwebs hung in the corners, and several large chunks of wall plaster had fallen off, scattering debris everywhere.
A washbasin and shoes were also tossed around in a mess.
Outside, the windowsill was connected to the room without any railing.
Two men’s clothes were hung crookedly to dry, all wrinkled.
One of them was the Prince’s noble cape.
Ye Lu was confused and somehow a little disappointed.
She had thought the Prince’s place would be super luxurious, maybe even worth crashing at, but it turned out to be this piece of junk.
But she had no room to complain.
Weilan spoke up again.
“I can’t really leave in peace like this.”
“Tell me honestly, Prince.”
“The woman you talked about—it’s not her, is it?”
Weilan pointed at Ye Lu, who was sitting obediently on the edge of the bed.
“Mm-hm.”
“It’s her.”
The Prince nodded.
After two seconds, he actually looked as if he was feeling guilty.
He tilted his profile away, avoiding the Celestial Demon man’s questioning gaze.
“…”
“I didn’t know about that rule at first, so I didn’t pay attention. I was kind of testing the waters, and accidentally…”
“But Miss Ye Lu is cute, and has a good personality. Her lips are really soft and comfortable to kiss.”
“…”
“No, no, no. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Don’t you know she’s a Succubus?”
Weilan couldn’t hear any of his nonsense.
The fork slipped from his hand, and he pressed on in disbelief, “An accident like that… isn’t that a bit too careless?”
Silence filled the room.
Suddenly being called out like that, Ye Lu didn’t dare make a sound.
She just hung her head dejectedly, as if she had done something wrong.
“Yesterday when you told me, I didn’t take it seriously. No one in the clan knows about your situation with her body either.”
“Only, you said she had a gentle personality, had wings on her back, and dressed properly. I thought you were talking about an angel?”
“I figured an angel would be okay…”
As he spoke, he looked again at Ye Lu sitting on the bed, this Succubus…
“Alright, that’s enough said.”
“It was my carelessness, that’s true, but.”
“I said from the very beginning—I never chase after benefits or anything like that when it comes to romance.”
“You know how it is. Since I was a kid, I’ve been locked up in that classroom. I’ve never been exposed to anything outside. Now that I’ve finally resolved all that, I came to school, using the excuse of finding a powerful partner to take home and procreate with, but really… isn’t it just to find a partner based on my own wishes?”
“To bring back the love I yearned for as a child but never got.”
The Prince spoke righteously, his gaze becoming dazed as if he was caught up in his emotions.
His messy hair fluttered in the wind as he stared out the window at the scenery.
“That’s true… it’s not wrong.”
“Only.”
“Didn’t you tell me before? Your ideal type was supposed to be like the female lead from that manga story you read? Wearing a cute floral skirt and a cute little crown, crying and caring about you even for a scratch on your finger, having no clue about anything below the waist, and then… every time she gets teased, she goes ‘Q~~’ and covers her face.”
“Did that happen?”
The Prince looked down at Ye Lu, his brows furrowed.
Ye Lu: “Q?”
“And…”
“As a romantic partner, her chest isn’t big enough, is it? Actually, it’s pitifully small.”
Ye Lu: “?”
Not big enough?
She wasn’t having that.
She looked down at her own almost eye-blocking burdens that brought great pressure to her daily shoulders, and that soft, clearly defined crevice.
Really not big enough?
She looked up helplessly at the Prince.
“I like small ones.”
The Prince said, his tone carrying a hint of reassurance.
“…”
“But…”
“That’s enough.”
Weilan wanted to say something more, but was cut off coldly by the Prince.
He leaned in close to Ye Lu, bent down, and in her flustered gaze, used his chilly fingertips to pinch her chin and lift it up, meeting her eyes…
Ye Lu murmured, “Prince… um…”
“Mm, I know.”
The Prince turned his head, his expression turning sour: “You leave. Do you really need to watch our kiss closely?”
“…”
“Fine.”
Weilan could only sigh in defeat.
He gave this Succubus another long, uncertain look before standing up.
Then his gaze fell on the Prince, and he said doubtfully, “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“You underestimate me, Weilan.”
“I’m a Prince.”
The Prince was clearly getting impatient.
“Alright, alright.”
Weilan raised his hands and quickly walked out.
Just as only a sliver of the door remained open, he said one last uneasy reminder.
“Prince, just kissing won’t get her pregnant.”
“What do you know?”