Why making a fuss?

"That isn't necessary," Hisha whispered back, pulling her hand out and making sure there was enough distance between them.

Pesa stood in disbelief at how adamant he was about not engaging with her.

"I don't want to leave anymore." She blurted out.

[What are you doing, host?]

'Shhh! I have this under control.' Hisha assured.

"I'd love to see how well you can keep up that stance," Hisha replied with a smirk.

Pesa searched her thoughts, contemplating what he had meant by those words.

Her head whipped up as soon as it dawned on her–the tournament and her ability to convince him she had truly changed!

"My lord..." Pesa's voice had Hisha stop in his tracks.

Looking over his shoulder, he raised a brow at her reluctance to complete her sentence.

"How far do we have to go to be specifically chosen by you?"

'Technically, my system did choose a succubus for me.' Hisha had wanted to debunk her thoughts on the process of selection.

[One of the best choices you had been gifted]