From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos
Chapter 197: Seduced by a Little Succubus, and the Tearful Princess (1)

Chapter 197: Seduced by a Little Succubus, and the Tearful Princess (1)

The forest around them was silent, the stream's gentle current barely audible. Even the wind had stilled.

Sistine felt the cold that had wrapped around her begin to dissipate, warmth returning to her limbs. It was as if a lost ship had finally found a lighthouse and docked safely in a warm harbor.

The boy's scent filled her nose as her breathing steadied.

Shia noticed that the trembling in her slender figure had eased, her body warming against him.

Her smooth, soft skin pressed lightly against his chest.

As he lowered his gaze, he realized with a start that Sistine’s bare body was nestled against him, her supple curves pressed into him.

In that moment, he caught a glimpse of her breathtaking figure.

This situation is way too cliché, Shia thought with a wry inner laugh.

But instead of indulging in the tantalizing moment, he felt no inclination to take advantage of her vulnerability.

Sistine, sensing his hesitation, lifted her head slightly, her expression confused as she looked at him.

Shia took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, covering her exposed body.

The garment carried his scent, shielding her from view and wrapping her in its warmth.

He carefully adjusted the jacket, fastening it at the collar with calm, gentlemanly composure. His actions were devoid of any ill intent, exuding the grace of a true gentleman.

Once finished, Shia stepped back and said, "Senior, I’ll leave you now."

He turned and walked away, giving Sistine the space she needed to collect herself.

He understood that she needed time to process what had just happened.

That moment had exposed her greatest secret and deepest fear—something she had tried so hard to hide.

Some wounds don’t fade with time alone; healing requires patience and perseverance.

The sound of Shia's footsteps grew distant as he walked away, leaving Sistine standing there, clutching his jacket and watching his retreating figure.

Her emotions swirled, her heart heavy with an indescribable mix of feelings.

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When Shia returned to the camp, most of the students had already fallen asleep in their tents. Only a few tents still emitted faint light, accompanied by the soft murmurs of girls chatting quietly.

The forest was serene, the night calm and tranquil.

In this stillness, even Shia’s quiet footsteps seemed loud to those still awake.

As he approached his tent, a small, soft hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

Before he could react, he was pulled into a nearby tent.

Startled, Shia's first instinct was to remain alert. But as a familiar, sweet fragrance enveloped him, his tension eased.

Rong was clutching his waist tightly, her petite body pressed against his. Her head was buried in his chest, and she said nothing—just holding onto him.

Shia, after his initial surprise, felt a wave of tenderness toward the clingy succubus. A warm smile crept onto his face.

He raised a hand and gently ruffled her hair. "Did you miss me?"

Rong nuzzled against his chest, her small head rubbing back and forth. Her muffled voice was tinged with frustration.

"You smell like her, and it’s really strong!"

Pouting, she grumbled inwardly. Having such an outstanding master was a constant struggle—keeping rivals at bay was exhausting.

Her nose was too sharp for her own good.

"Actually…" Shia started to explain, but before he could finish, Rong placed a finger on his lips.

"I don’t need to hear it, and I don’t want to hear it," she said quickly, her tone slightly flustered. Her lips pursed as she looked up at him, her face showing a hint of irritation.

She was clearly upset—jealous, even.

Rong was fully aware of her behavior. Though clumsy, her succubus instincts were driving her to compete for his attention.

She wanted his focus, his care. The mere scent of another girl on him made her jealous.

No matter how much she told herself to be magnanimous, she couldn’t help but feel possessive.

I met him first!

She wanted her scent on him instead—to claim him, to show those other girls that no matter how amazing they were, they could only have her "leftovers."

Though shy by nature, Rong found an unexpected assertiveness in herself when it came to Shia.

For example, now.

When Shia tried to gently stop her, she intertwined her fingers with his, her soft hands locking his in place.

Her delicate body pressed closer, lowering itself until she was straddling him completely.

Shia’s throat tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing.

This isn’t the time for this, he thought to himself, trying to stay composed.

"Rong..."

Shia's voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed emotion.

Rong leaned in closer, her long hair cascading down onto Shia’s chest as she pressed her lips to his. The taste was sweet, intoxicating.

Pulling back slightly, her lips still hovered close enough that Shia could feel her breath. "Don’t worry," she whispered with a mischievous smile. "I’ll just tease you a little. I know my limits."

Despite her words, the distance between them remained minimal, and Shia could clearly feel her warm breath brushing against his skin.

Rong gazed at him, her expression a mix of coyness and charm, her eyes glinting under the dim light. Straightening her back, she reached up to undo her ponytail. With a soft tug, the ribbon came loose, and her silky hair spilled down her back.

Her succubus horns appeared faintly in the moonlight, and her slender tail swayed gently behind her, the ring on it glinting softly.

Her eyes shimmered, her lips glistened with moisture—an image of innocence, tinged with an irresistible allure. She was the epitome of youthful beauty, yet her gaze held a seductive quality that could disarm any resolve.

Her slim figure, though petite, exuded an intoxicating charm. The moonlight accentuated her delicate features and added a bewitching glow to her already alluring aura. Her scent was like a potent wine—just one breath was enough to make one lose themselves.