Chapter 21: Limping Along

Evening.

The setting sun hung high on the horizon, dyeing the garlands along the road a warm hue.

Yale walked among the sparse crowd.

The same road, but after a day of ups and downs.

Her steps were noticeably smoother than in the morning, even though passing the boys’ dormitory still drew those lecherous gazes from the men.

But this time, the psychological pressure wasn’t as heavy—as long as she didn’t run into any goblins.

Maybe she had gotten used to it, or maybe her skin had thickened.

She could even calmly realize that she was wearing a soft JK uniform, risking exposure, letting her thighs be exposed to the cool air, being stared at all day long.

It seemed… not so scary anymore.

‘I was wrong. It’s because I can’t care about these things anymore, isn’t it?’

Yale let out a faint breath.

Today.

Her mood was undoubtedly low.

Because since the second class, the Prince had completely vanished without a trace.

He didn’t come to pretend to teach class, nor did he show up in the classroom or around the teaching building.

In the afternoon, she tried to drag Bell along to look for him, but Bell had some kind of fit, shaking his head like a rattle, absolutely refusing.

His eyes seemed to say: ‘Since you’ve gotten used to your body, go play with your boyfriend. Don’t drag me into this.’

Thinking about it a bit, she could understand.

After all, in the eyes of others, the Prince had publicly claimed her.

No matter what her identity was—lover, girlfriend, or even pet—

As long as she could be linked to the Prince, people would give her a second glance.

Naturally, Yale became a public figure in the academy.

The same probably applied to the punk girl from the morning.

If she were just a Succubus with nothing going for her,

She probably would have wanted to dirty her desk every day and fill it with iron scraps.

No way would she desperately try to be friends with you.

The Prince…

huh?

‘Yale silently muttered.’

‘He didn’t do anything, so why did my affection for the Prince increase again?’

‘So scary… in every way.’

From the perspective of an ordinary student, the Prince rarely showed his face.

Once he did appear, he was bound to draw everyone’s attention.

In her previous school year, Yale had only seen him from afar during the Magic Competition.

Now she was afraid that after this separation, she might never see the Prince again.

‘Should I say… it’s better not to see him?’

‘Just dangling the bait, can’t kiss, can’t do anything, and if we do, I’ll get a big belly.’

‘And I don’t want to watch myself sink further…’

…

Hmm?

A few minutes’ walk, just as she was about to leave the Male Dormitory Area.

In the corner of her eye, she caught a familiar figure.

The small one, with horns, thin—coming over from the boys’ dormitory fence, leaning against the wall, limping.

Keke?

Yale’s eyes widened.

But her appearance was really pitiful.

She didn’t know what Keke and her boyfriend had gone through today.

She didn’t look like Insatiable Desire at all—instead, she seemed… overworked.

Before Yale could decide whether to call out to her and go back together, Keke looked up and spotted her first.

When she saw Yale, she shouted, “Yale…”

Her face lit up with joy.

She stopped leaning on the wall and stumbled over.

“Yale~ Wuwu… I see you again!”

Keke wiped her tears and rushed over to hug her, but Yale turned away and dodged at the last second.

Yale covered her nose, disgusted.

“That smell again. You’re covered in it.”

“Huh?”

“Wuwu… My cute little sister, why are you starting to hate me too? Aren’t we both Succubi? Shouldn’t you like it?”

“No! That’s wrong… You’re not allowed to like it!”