When she turned the doorknob and entered, she found Xiya wearing a chest wrap, holding a mop, busily working on the floor.
The dormitory was exceptionally clean; entering it felt much more comfortable than yesterday.
No stains were visible, and every spot was polished to a sparkling shine.
The basins and pots that had been left scattered in the bathroom this morning due to lack of time, and the messy array of cosmetics piled on the table, had all been tidied up by Xiya.
Including her own bed…
Although the luggage she had casually tossed on it in the morning had just been placed in a small storage cabinet.
But…
Ye Lu squinted.
‘Why was the pink microphone washed?’
It was washed completely clean, without any trace of dirt, and was neatly placed on the desk that corresponded to her spot.
Probably afraid it would get dirty, a gray towel was placed underneath.
“Ye Lu, your toy.”
“I told you, it’s not mine!”
“But you yesterday…”
“Shut up!”
“Ahaha…”
“Xiya, thank you for helping us clean up so much…”
Ye Lu gave a brief thanks, blushing, and hurried over to the desk with quick little steps.
Her small hand tried to touch it, but she pulled it back as if burnt.
She bit her lip, then still grabbed it, taking the cylindrical microphone into her hand.
With her current girl’s hand, she couldn’t even hold it in one grip…
The texture was ordinary plastic.
For some reason, just picking it up in front of them made her feel ashamed.
Fortunately, Xiya was just an innocent little girl who didn’t understand anything.
Keke was the opposite extreme; she understood everything, which was why she wasn’t surprised.
She just thought it was too childish—playing with little toys was something only immature succubi would do.
It couldn’t fill her stomach either.
Even when she saw Ye Lu’s awkward exposure yesterday, she didn’t feel much urge to tease.
So…
Was Ye Lu the only one who thought it was wrong to put the microphone openly on the table?
If the dorm matron came to check… would she assume it was hers by default?
Xiya crushed a tissue, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked over at her.
“Ye Lu, you want to sing again? But not now.
If you want to sing, wait until tomorrow.”
Ye Lu squeezed it even tighter.
“No… I told you, it’s not mine.
I was actually planning to return it while I have time now.”
“Do you need help?”
“Mm… thanks, but no need.
Miss Xiya is already tired, so get some rest.”
“I’ll take care of the remaining chores in the dormitory when I get back.”
Xiya gave a little “hmph” laugh: “What a good girl, Ye Lu.
For a succubus, you’re much more diligent than Keke.”
“…But I’m really too tired.”
“Keke, you have a strange smell on you.”
“What strange smell… That’s obviously…”
“Go quickly.”
“Don’t get on the bed until you’ve showered.”
“…Mm.”
Next floor.
In the long hallway, the walls were uniformly white, simple and not obtrusive.
In front of a room with a sign reading “080801,” Ye Lu arrived alone.
She had hidden the pink microphone under her school uniform skirt.
Her tail stood up alertly.
She looked left and right, and after confirming no one was passing by, she hesitantly raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.
Within five seconds, the door opened a crack, revealing only the girl’s face.
Yes, it was the young lady who had handed her the toy the day before yesterday.
She seemed to have rushed over quickly, with light panting.
Her hair was wet, plastered to her forehead and neck, clearly just washed and not yet dried.
Paired with that delicate face, not only did she not look unsightly, but there was an indescribable sense of holiness.
Ye Lu looked at her, and a scene of a fairy-tale princess in a princess dress standing on a castle balcony flashed through her mind.
Without realizing it, she felt a bit inferior.
She herself was delicate and pretty, but not that type.
If it were the Prince… wouldn’t he like this type the most?
After all, common sense said the Prince was the best match for the Princess.
No…
At a time like this, should she feel inferior?
Shouldn’t she fall for him?
“Good evening.”
The young lady, barely able to stand, smiled and greeted her first.
Because she was on tiptoe with one foot and holding the wall with one hand, she hadn’t opened the door fully, and the pose was a bit strenuous.
“Excuse me, is there something?” she asked again.
Ye Lu said quietly, “Um… I came to return something…”
“I see.
What is it…
Do you want to hand it to me first? I’ll give it back to them?”
Forgotten?
Ye Lu was stunned.
“Oh… um…”
Her tail swung more nervously, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.
She reached under her skirt, touched the little toy, and rubbed it.
But before pulling it out, she was still a bit uneasy; even though she knew it was futile, she carefully wiped it with her fingertips.
“Who’s out there?”
Suddenly, Ye Lu’s ears perked up sharply.
She looked with an incredulous gaze at the warm light coming through the crack in the door.
A man’s voice…
And.
She hadn’t confirmed it yet, but just hearing that voice, she realized something was wrong.
Her mind wandered, and in an instant, many bad thoughts flashed through.
“Prince…” she murmured.
Her legs went weak, and tears instantly filled her eyes, a pitiful sight.
“Hey, what’s wrong!”
“Why are you suddenly crying!”
“Did one of This Miss’s roommates do something wrong?”
The young lady looked at the succubus crying on the spot, waved her hands in confusion, and wanted to find out the reason.
Ye Lu ignored her, sniffled, took a step forward, leaned in, and pushed against the door.
Her bosom pressed flat against it as she tried to force her way in.
“No… no! They’re already asleep.”
“Why suddenly?”
A slightly deeper yet clear and steady voice came from inside again: “I asked, who is it?”
Prince’s voice.
Prince’s scent.
Prince…
Why was he here?
This young lady was the most beautiful person she had seen in the academy.
Could it be… the Prince had grown impatient with her refusal to kiss that morning, so he gave up on her for now and sought a better target, and found her?
…
“Hoo—I can’t help it.
Girls are so willful~”
“Don’t spread this around.
If the administrator finds out, there will be a lot of trouble.”
With no resistance, the door swung open as if Ye Lu had pushed air.
She staggered inside, trembling.
“Miss Ye Lu?”
Hearing someone call her name, she looked up.
Sure enough, it was the Prince…
“So you know each other…
Ah, no, could it be!”
The young lady seemed to realize something.
She turned back to look at this unreasonable, crying little succubus, her lips parting in surprise.
The decoration of this dormitory was exceptionally different, exuding a luxury that was out of place for a typical dorm.
If she had to describe it… it was probably aristocratic decor.
At the far end, three animal-eared girls were squeezed into a single futon, as if they had been forcibly shoved there.
Judging by their tucked-in tails, they were very nervous, showing no sign of resistance.
Even Xiaolu was among them, with a short, fluffy tail.
Hearing the commotion, three heads poked out in unison.
On the bed near the door, covered in high-end fabric, the Prince sat cross-legged.
When he saw the sudden appearance of Ye Lu, he was genuinely shocked.
To his right was a neatly stacked row of books, all uniform, each almost as thick as a dictionary.
Love: From the First Step to the Last
Playing Hard to Get
Shock! Treat a Succubus Like This, and She’ll Love You More!
The Succubus’s Weakness: 99% of Men Don’t Know
But after two seconds of eye contact, his face showed a “not good” expression.
He swung his arm to the left, and a ripple of magic passed through.
Instantly, the books vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty bedding.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Miss Ye Lu, how did you know I was here?
Don’t tell me you came specifically to kiss me.
That’s fine with me, I’ll allow it…”
“…”
“Crying?”
“Hmph,” he curved his lips, covered his face with one hand, and thought he looked cool.
“Missed me so much you cried?”
His posture was actually clumsy.
“…”
Ye Lu ignored him.
Instead, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and pointed at the bewildered young lady.
“…Pr..Prince, this… is she your girlfriend?”
“She’s my sister, my sister!”
“Who’s his girlfriend?”
“Oh…”
Ye Lu realized she had misunderstood.
She immediately stopped crying, still clutching the pink microphone in her small hand, though she was still sniffing a bit.
After catching her breath, she looked up, blinked her eyes, and stared at the Prince with an innocent “I don’t know anything” expression.
The young lady yawned in the background.
“Hehe, how cute.”
“Even though she’s a succubus, her heart is so fragile.
She cries easily.
But she’s exactly the type This Miss likes.
I found a treasure, dear.
I envy you.”