From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos
chapter 169: Two Succubi Sandwiching on the Bed, and the Queen Getting a Deep Education (2)

chapter 169: Two Succubi Sandwiching on the Bed, and the Queen Getting a Deep Education (2)

Before she could protest, Shia’s hand moved to the back of her head and applied gentle pressure.

Rong lost her balance and toppled toward him.

Her hands instinctively sought stability, landing squarely on his chest.

The tension between the two shifted instantly from one kind of stand-off to a much closer, more intimate one.

The socially awkward princess’s lips, cool to the touch, carried the faint chill of moonlight.

There was a hint of minty freshness, a soft and inviting scent.

Just as Shia imagined, they were delightfully tender.

Rong instinctively tried to pull away.

'She was still mad, after all!'

But before she could act, her body suddenly softened like butter in the heat.

In mere moments, the Succubus Princess melted into a docile kitten, curling up against her master’s chest, occasionally letting out soft, muffled whimpers.

All the fight had drained from her completely.

Feeling her rapid, warm breaths gradually become gentler, Shia smiled with satisfaction.

A maid should act like a proper maid. Trying to dominate her master? That wouldn’t do.

Now thoroughly "disciplined," Rong lay meekly in his arms, her delicate figure pressed against him.

Her lips, slightly swollen, still had the faintest pout.

She felt his warmth seep through her clothes and onto her skin. It was soothing and comfortable, filling her with a sense of peace.

The atmosphere grew tender and serene.

But deep inside, a knot of frustration lingered. It wasn’t anger directed at Shia, but in his presence, she couldn’t help but act spoiled and fragile.

There was a question she’d been holding back, one she’d never dared to voice before.

She used to be too embarrassed, afraid of being laughed at.

But tonight, under the clear moonlight and amidst the comforting warmth, the urge to speak bubbled up uncontrollably.

“Do boys… prefer big ones?”

Her voice was so soft that if they weren’t so close, Shia wouldn’t have caught it.

It carried an uncertainty that betrayed her deep insecurities, mixed with a faint hint of longing and envy.

She’d never been overly concerned about her own body before.

But now that someone mattered to her, she couldn’t help wishing she were better—more desirable.

Rong straightened her back slightly, trying to assert her presence.

Unfortunately, the effort made little difference.

Her delicate body pressed against him, but Shia felt no noticeable change.

Hearing her question, he couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

His chest shook with laughter, causing the kitten nestled against him to tremble as well.

Rong bit her lip, her gaze both embarrassed and annoyed.

'If I’d known, I wouldn’t have asked!'

'Ugh, so frustrating. Not only did he not answer, but he laughed at me too!'

Her cheeks puffed up again, a mix of indignation and poutiness.

Shia reached out to pat her head, his tone gentle.

“Small ones are nice too.”

Rong’s eyes lit up, shimmering with hope.

'Does that mean there’s a chance for me after all?'

But then, Shia continued lazily, “Though, isn’t it because they haven’t grown at all?”

The light in her eyes instantly dimmed.

Rong’s frustration boiled over, and her little pink fists thumped against Shia’s shoulder.

“Hmph! Mean master! You’re always bullying me!”

Her tiny fists barely had any strength; it was more like a light tickle.

Shia laughed even harder, his mirth spilling out freely. He grabbed her small fists with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist.

Rong huffed and pouted but no longer felt the gloom she’d carried earlier.

The sound of her breathing grew steady and soft. Climbing walls at night was tiring, after all. Feeling safe in his warm embrace, she drifted off without realizing it.

Her delicate hand rested lightly on his chest, her body seeking the warmth.

The night was calm and quiet.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the room.

In the stillness of the night, a stealthy intrusion was underway!

But Queen Eden froze in her tracks almost immediately.

'Huh?'

'Two breaths?'

Moonlight filtered through the curtains, faint but sufficient.

Queen Eden’s sharp eyes discerned the scene clearly.

'Wait a minute… is that my disappointing daughter?'

'And she’s here earlier than me?'

Not only had Rong arrived first, but she seemed to have learned to take the initiative.

Finally, some semblance of a proper succubus.

But… Queen Eden wasn’t happy about being beaten to the punch.

'The nerve! Even I’m a step behind?!'

This unexpected situation left Queen Eden momentarily stunned. The contrast with her daughter’s usual timid nature was too stark.

'Who could’ve imagined?'

Logically, this was the moment for her to retreat, given that her daughter had already claimed the advantage.

But… a gleam appeared in Queen Eden’s eyes.

'How thrilling is this?!'

Sneaking into someone’s bed was exciting enough, but now it came with the added spice of doing it under her clueless daughter’s nose.

As the embodiment of succubi’s vast and boundless understanding of every 'kink' imaginable, Queen Eden found this development all the more enticing.

Her interest in Shia deepened.

Had it been anyone else, she might have held back out of consideration for her daughter. But Shia was special.

From the first moment they met at the Pamper Ball, she felt an irresistible pull toward him.

Subsequent interactions only strengthened that attraction.

For the first time in her long life, Queen Eden genuinely wanted someone—to the point of craving him.

Her curiosity burned to uncover the root of this attraction.

Eden had decided to take it a step further—and conveniently, also to "test Shia's character" while at it.

'This is all for my daughter’s sake!'

At least, that's how she justified it to herself as she snuck under the covers after making sure Rong was soundly asleep.

'Yes, absolutely! This is for her own good!'

Shia, half-asleep, suddenly felt a weight pressing down on his back.

The sensation was oddly familiar, but it didn’t make sense.

'How could it be?'

The little kitten was in his arms, and there was no way she could suddenly appear behind him.

Rong wasn’t the type to toss and turn so much that she'd push him up against the wall.

And then there was the unmistakable warmth—a firm, supple kind of warmth he knew all too well.

This was his room, and his “little assassin” had already turned into a tame kitten snuggling against him.

'Could this be a dream?'