“Also, watch your tone. I came to find you at your mother’s request.”
“Because I was too eager adjusting to my combat power after coming of age last night, I woke up late the next day and missed the train. I just happened to book the next school train.”
“. . .”
“What did she entrust to you?”
Ye Lu was puzzled.
The Young Master sat opposite her, flicked his sleeve, and slid over a package wrapped in rough cloth. Besides that… he set the heavy bag he’d been carrying on his back onto the dining table.
“This is everything. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”
“…If you ever want a duel, I’m free anytime.”
He finished with what he thought was a cool line, full of protagonist flair.
Then he stood up, his gaze examining the female succubus—Ye Lu—who was now wearing a girl’s uniform and clearly had a defiant expression.
“Oh, by the way, you’re pretty cute as a girl.”
“Huh…?”
“Right. There’s no need to feel inferior about this.”
“Even less reason to blame heaven and fall into self-pity. It’s just a different way of living.”
. . .
Well said. Why hadn’t he willingly turned into a girl back then?
After he left, Ye Lu picked up the rough-cloth wrapping and opened it. Inside was only a series of documents and such that she hadn’t brought along…
The most important items included, but weren’t limited to, various proofs unique to the Succubus Race—specifically for after a succubus turned female—to easily confirm her identity to outsiders.
With these, explaining things at school would be a lot easier.
As for the backpack…
?
The moment she saw it, her face heated up.
It was the Succubus Work Uniform that her mother had wanted her to wear in the room but she hadn’t!
A scrap of cloth so small you could hold it in one palm.
What a stupid woman.
Why did she bring that thing again?
Fortunately, she was only angry for a while before her temper cooled. When she dug deeper into the backpack, she unexpectedly found a lot of normal women’s clothes.
Judging by the style, they were still in the category of girlish clothing. Even though there were many spaghetti straps, they didn’t look too mature. She’d never seen her mother wear them at home, so it seemed she’d gone out and bought them during this time.
Ye Lu wished she’d bought more androgynous men’s clothes, but it didn’t matter anymore…
She gave them a quick flip and put them away, saving herself a lot of time buying clothes.
Why not? She wouldn’t have to bother borrowing her roommate’s clothes anymore.
Ye Lu stored them properly and placed them beside her seat.
After checking that the Evil Goblin who’d been treating her as a conquest target was nowhere in sight, she finally tried to taste the mushroom stewed with mushroom rice bowl.
Just as she lifted the lid, a familiar aroma rushed at her. Hot steam rose and gently brushed her face.
Ye Lu swallowed her saliva and impatiently scooped up a big spoonful, stuffing it into her mouth.
“Mmm~”
“Mmm?”
“Mmm. . .”
Chewing… chewing…
The corners of her mouth, which had been curling up with happiness and her eyelashes curving from joy, suddenly faded.
Her eyes became calm.
The taste was so bland…
No, rather than bland, she couldn’t really taste anything at all.
But this was the exact dish he’d loved most in the cafeteria when he was a man.
He’d always eaten it with relish. How could he not taste it this time?
Ye Lu refused to believe it. She took another big bite of rice, almost choking. After drinking a little beverage to recover.
Chewing the mushroom in her mouth, it was still exactly the same bland taste as before.
But if she looked from a distance, the surface was clearly sprinkled with salt grains.
…
No way…
Ye Lu immediately thought of something and realized this definitely wasn’t a coincidence, nor was it due to illness or some bodily discomfort.
Her taste buds were completely broken. This female succubus body wanted to taste vomit-inducing food, and longed for something else.
And what that longing was, Ye Lu had already felt it without saying.
She put down her spoon.
She suddenly thought of the interest she’d taken in the ice cream Ke Ke was eating yesterday, and the Prince’s kiss.
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Sticking to the principle of filling her stomach first, she still made do and finished the meal. Then she shouldered her backpack, walking dejectedly toward the female dorm path, planning to first drop off this heavy load in her room before considering the future.
Speaking of which… she had heard that female succubi naturally have a bland sense of taste.
…Her own mother was a woman. Every time she made a table full of dishes and ate with the family, she always seemed to savor them happily.
Ke Ke had been eating a strange ice cream in large mouthfuls in front of her yesterday, but later she was also eating a bag of chips with such relish…
So, where was the problem, really…
To be honest, it was a bit despairing. She never expected her body to be such a pure extreme case?
Was that it?
All these strange behaviors combined.
But it was really hopeless with food in particular. Life was already helpless enough, and she had planned many ways to relieve her mood.
Drinking alcohol felt too bitter, smoking stung her nose, even training to improve personal ability was passive, boring, and dull.
In Ye Lu’s eyes, food had always been the best thing—the only thing that could heal a day’s fatigue. But now that food had no taste, what could lift her spirits?
Wanting to cry…
She was already in a bad mood. When she started thinking about bad things, her eyes actually felt a bit sore.
Ye Lu wiped the corners of her eyes, had to sigh at how fragile the female body was against stress.
She looked up. Since it was already past the wake-up time, there were very few people along the way.
If she didn’t hurry and get to class by 9:00 for attendance, she’d probably have her name recorded.
Ye Lu had no choice but to rush to the dorm as fast as possible.
Actually, it was very slow…
The girl wearing a short skirt uniform couldn’t move freely, and her stamina was poor too…
Muscle weakness.
On the way, she even tripped over her ill-fitting men’s shoes and scraped her knee. Even so, she still got up and kept going.
Thus, panting, she returned to her dorm, hurriedly opened the door.
Still holding onto some of her rough male habits, she tossed the backpack onto the bed. Without even squatting to catch her breath for long, she ran out again.
At the door, she passed the dorm matron who had just started work. The matron waved at her.
“Are you… Ye Lu? Getting up this late?”
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And so, unfortunately, by the time she reached the classroom, class had already started.
She leaned against the wall, listening to the teacher’s magnetic and gentlemanly voice coming from inside the classroom.
The pointed spade tip of her succubus tail suddenly perked up in alert. To confirm the source of the voice, she cautiously poked her head out to see who that familiar voice belonged to.
“Ouch! Ow—”
Crack—
A chalk stub flew from somewhere, hitting Ye Lu square on the forehead.
She let out a soft cry and looked up to see a man standing at the podium, dressed in a dignified yet plain teaching outfit.
It was completely at odds with the classroom environment and dress code.
He was extremely tall, with dark golden long hair that shimmered and fell to his shoulders. When he raised his indifferent eyes toward Ye Lu, the sharp lines of his jaw faintly glimmered with a few streams of dark purple light.
Like a river, his every movement exuded an unearthly aura.
Besides the faint halo above his head, a pair of dark purple light-wings suddenly unfurled from his back—unlike Xiya’s small wings, these were solid enough to cover most of the blackboard.
Although his form was different from before, Ye Lu didn’t really need to study his face.
She didn’t even have to look at him. Just by scent, she naturally knew the person in front of her was the Prince.
Ah, the Prince!
Wasn’t the Prince a student at Magic City Academy? Why was he here as a teacher?
And in her own class.
Now, seeing the Prince,
For some reason, Ye Lu couldn’t suppress her wildly pounding heart. Her whole being as a succubus surged. Without thinking, she took a step to go inside, wanting to get close to him, desperately wanting to.
But…
Slap—
“Ouch!”
Another piece of chalk.
This time she saw the Prince throw it. His expression was blank, two fingers pinching the chalk, his posture extremely elegant. Even after throwing it, he kept that pose, his slender fingertips resting on the desk edge.
“Since you’re late, go stand outside for the entire class period. That’s the basic rule in my classroom.”
“Huh? Prince… don’t you remember——”
—‘Don’t you remember kissing me yesterday?’
She barely stopped herself from blurting it out, holding it down by force. Before going out, she turned back to take a good look at the Prince’s stern face.
Frustrated…
She leaned against the side that avoided the window’s blind spot, looked down at the floor, then turned her head uneasily to watch the Prince seriously pointing a stick and lecturing the students.
Was he putting up a front, pretending not to know her?
Come to think of it, were the Celestial Demons all like this? Why did his personality change so fast?
She turned to look at the other side of the window and was surprised to see that the usually joking, noisy back row was now sitting so still they didn’t even dare to shake their legs, like well-behaved children afraid of making a mistake, following the teacher word for word.
Bell was also there, even more well-behaved than the well-behaved. She hadn’t noticed him earlier when she was staring at the Prince in a daze.
She was being disciplined as a student, and no one dared to crack a joke. Was the Prince really that strong?