From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos
chapter 170: Two Succubi Sandwiching on the Bed, and the Queen Getting a Deep Education (3)

chapter 170: Two Succubi Sandwiching on the Bed, and the Queen Getting a Deep Education (3)

But the vivid sensation made it hard to believe it wasn’t real.

It wasn’t until a familiar, enticing fragrance filled the air that Shia truly woke up.

That scent, that presence, and the unmistakable feeling of this weight pressing down on him—it could only belong to queen Eden.

Rong lay nestled in his arms, her posture affectionate and intimate.

Had it been just the two of them, the moment might have been warm and comforting.

But now, he was caught in a very literal sandwich.

A soft chuckle sounded near his ear.

“Awake?”

The voice was husky and lazy, dripping with the sultry allure of a mature woman.

“You…”

Shia opened his mouth, wanting to say something but reluctant to wake Rong. Lowering his voice, he turned his head slightly.

“How is this fair to Rong?”

“What’s unfair about it?” queen Eden asked, completely unabashed.

“When you have a target you like, you should strike boldly!”

Succubi were a passionate and straightforward race, after all.

As for "unfair to Rong"?

Why would that even matter? Just because her silly daughter liked Shia didn’t mean it would affect her interest in him!

She was intrigued by Shia, drawn to him, and wanted to show her affection. What was wrong with that?

Eden's sheer confidence left Shia momentarily speechless.

'How can someone make sneaking into someone’s bed sound so justified?'

Then again, given that she was a succubus, maybe it wasn’t so surprising.

…Except that it totally was!

Shia tried to reason with her, his voice firm but soft to avoid waking Rong.

“You do realize what kind of relationship Rong and I have, right?”

“I do.”

“Then why are you—”

“It doesn’t change anything.”

queen Eden still saw no issue with her actions.

“She likes you, and I like you. How are the two related?”

“I have a good impression of you, so I’m expressing my feelings. What’s wrong with that?”

Her direct and uninhibited confession disregarded any notions of shame or propriety.

To the succubi, human ideas of morality and decency were irrelevant constraints. They had no place here.

queen Eden thought this and said it outright, leaving Shia at a loss for words.

'She makes too much sense—it’s impossible to argue against her!'

Her husky, seductive voice tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

The candid way she expressed her desire, paired with her calm confidence, was a powerful combination.

Still, Shia held her wandering hand firmly in place at his waist.

“This isn’t right,” he murmured.

Even if his relationship with Rong was only nominal, he couldn’t ignore her feelings. Doing so—especially right in front of her—felt wrong.

While the succubi might not care about human morals, Shia was human, and he had his own boundaries to uphold.

No matter how alluring this mature beauty was, some lines couldn’t be crossed—not now, at least.

But queen Eden wasn’t deterred.

“If you don’t say anything, and I don’t say anything, how would she ever find out?” she whispered into his ear, her tone like honey.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her lips just brushing against his skin as she inhaled his scent.

Her tail swayed slowly behind her, like a predator savoring the thrill of a hunt.

Succubi were hunters, after all. Their battlefield might be different from that of other demons, but they hunted nonetheless.

Shia continued to hold her hand firmly in place, but queen Eden misinterpreted his silence as agreement.

'If he’s not resisting anymore, that means he’s accepted me, right?'

A hint of excitement glimmered in her heart.

With Rong sleeping soundly nearby, this added an entirely new layer of thrill to the experience.

Though one of her hands was restrained, she still had another—and there were plenty of ways to express her affection.

Shia inhaled sharply, his breath catching as he felt her fingers trace the line of his neck.

Her touch was light but deliberate, as though she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat through his skin.

queen Eden smiled to herself.

No man had ever escaped the palm of her hand.

She shifted slightly, her ample chest pressing firmly against Shia’s back.

The weight was undeniable, heavy and soft at the same time.

Her lips left a faint, warm trace on his cheek, and Shia could feel a subtle dampness lingering on his chin.

Eden narrowed her alluring eyes slightly, her captivatingly beautiful face radiating a sense of enjoyment.

She could feel the boy’s nervousness.

And the more nervous he became, the more thrilled she felt.

Yet, her movements halted for a moment.

The boy’s scent was clean.

In other words, his body lacked the lingering traces of Rong’s scent.

Succubi, when encountering prey they liked, always expressed their possessiveness.

The way to declare their sovereignty was by leaving love bites on their prey's neck.

However, Shia’s neck was perfectly clean.

Queen Eden’s gaze moved past Shia and fell on Rong, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

My silly little princess… it seems she hasn’t done a single thing.

But that’s fine. If she won’t, then I’ll gladly take the opportunity myself~!

A man completely untouched by the scent of another woman—especially one she had a favorable impression of—was even more exciting~!

But would Shia obediently let her leave her mark on him?

He tried to resist, blocking queen Eden’s movements.

However, with obstacles before and behind him, it was difficult to put up much of a defense.

Just at that moment, Rong turned in her sleep, muttering something in dissatisfaction.

Her small eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she were about to wake up.

“Hehe…”

Queen Eden leaned close to Shia’s ear, her low, joyful laughter echoing in his mind.

“Master Shia, you’d better keep it down. You’re about to wake Rong~!”

What nonsense!?

It was obviously her fault for disturbing the peace.

Shia, somewhat exasperated, turned his head to glare at her.

And there he met queen Eden’s mischievous gaze.

Her expression resembled someone savoring a delicious treat, eager to take the next bite.

It was clear she was doing it on purpose.

She was deliberately teasing him, forcing him to make noise, repeatedly testing the edge of danger, reveling in his tension.

Shia gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to escalate things, but she was pushing him to the limit!

Facing this reckless, license-less flirt of a queen, Shia decided it was time to give her a lesson in experience. He’d show her what it meant to deal with someone who really knew what they were doing.

With a s udden turn, Shia faced queen Eden head-on.