Chapter 146: Double Sandwich (3)
Her uncertain voice carried a casual nonchalance, as if she couldn't quite recall the details herself.
But her words struck Rong like a lightning bolt, piercing through the fog clouding her memory.
Boom!
A mental explosion rocked Rong's mind as blurry images from the previous night surfaced.
She and Nia kneeling before Shia, competing for his…
Rong's eyes widened, her ears turning crimson as the memories began flooding back in vivid clarity.
She tried to stop herself from remembering, but the mental slideshow played on relentlessly.
She rec alled fully embracing her succubus instincts, utterly overwhelming the elf princess, even to the point of making Shia plead for mercy…
The forgotten memories launched a full-on assault.
'I want to die.'
Rong wished she could bury herself on the spot, already imagining what her tombstone would read.
"That seductive succubus… that's not the real me!"
Resolving to never utter another word about the incident, Rong sealed her lips tight, determined to keep her mouth shut.
'*Absolutely not to be mentioned!'*
While Nia pondered deeply, feeling as though she had forgotten something significant, Rong made an active choice to lock away those memories.
A sober succubus is still just a fledgling succubus.
Thankfully, Nia, for all her cunning, was utterly clueless in certain areas.
Rong smacked a hand down on Nia's head.
"Last night, we were drinking aged wine. You can't mix that with milk—you must've been sleep-dreaming nonsense!"
Nia tilted her head slightly, biting her lip as a flicker of doubt passed through her gaze.
"You must have been dreaming. I don't remember anything about what you just said!"
Hearing Rong's firm, no-nonsense tone, Nia's mental scales tipped further.
This weakling succubus couldn't possibly lie. If she was so adamant, then… it had to have been a dream, right?
Still, Nia felt a nagging suspicion as she turned her head to survey her surroundings.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
"What are you looking for?" Rong's heart tightened slightly.
"Where's Shia?"
As Nia asked, she slid out of bed, her bare feet padding softly across the floor as she began searching the villa.
Rong's heart raced. What if their master let something slip? She immediately followed Nia, accompanying her on the hunt.
The two combed through the entire villa, inside and out, but there was no trace of Shia.
Rong, relieved that the "culprit" was nowhere to be found, let out a soft sigh.
"You see? He's not here. Who knows where he went? It must've been a dream."
This time, Rong's voice carried more confidence.
Nia studied her closely, sensing an unusual level of tension in Rong.
Yet, using her innate abilities to pick up on thoughts or intentions yielded nothing.
'Maybe it's just social anxiety making her nervous?'
Nia nodded, trusting Rong's explanation.
"Alright, then where do you think Shia went?"
Rong shook her head honestly.
"When I woke up, it was just the two of us. Master didn't say where he was going."
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While the two were left bewildered, Shia—the missing "culprit"—was, of course, attending to important matters.
Having prepared a portion of the magical vintage, Shia was now sending small batches to renowned wineries and trade associations to establish its reputation. After that, it was just a matter of waiting for interested parties to take the bait.
As for the remaining three bottles, he already had a distribution plan.
One would be kept in reserve, while another premium-grade bottle would serve as a gift.
The first recipient? The academy's principal, who had helped him on numerous occasions.
Shia firmly believed in reciprocating favors. Nothing came truly free, and maintaining good relationships required thoughtful exchanges.
The principal, the elegant and seductive dark goddess Diana, lacked for nothing. Only this unique vintage could serve as a meaningful token of appreciation.
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Sunlight streamed gently through the sheer curtains of a spacious office, casting a soft glow.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
Shia pushed the door open and closed it behind him.
The chair at the large desk swiveled around, revealing a mature beauty with flowing black hair. Diana exuded an irresistible charm, her sultry presence commanding attention.
Her crimson lips and casually draped arms on the armrests framed a vision of poised allure. But what captivated the most was her voluptuous figure, deeply nestled into the plush chair.
Her red-lacquered nails tapped lightly on the armrest, her gaze meeting Shia's with a hint of mischief.
A matured, alluring older woman through and through.
Shia's eyes, however, were drawn to her face, noting something different about Diana today.
She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, adding a layer of intellectual elegance to her natural sultriness.
Adjusting the frames with an air of composed pride, Diana asked, "Do you like them?"
Shia stared for a moment, then nodded honestly.
"They look good. Very… sophisticated and dignified."
The new look exuded an intellectual charm—a reserved, refined allure that felt surprisingly 'out of character' for the typically devilish goddess.
"Where'd you get these?" he asked, curious.
Leaning back lazily in her chair, Diana swiveled slightly, he r chin lifting as if lost in thought. A faint smirk graced her lips.
"Oh, these? Took them off an older woman."
Her smile deepened, the memory clearly amusing her.
When her laughter subsided, Diana's gaze returned to Shia, her tone playful yet alluring.
"If you like them, I could wear them all the time ~"