chapter 87: Some Princesses Dream of Charging Forward, While Others Scheme Ambushes in Reality (2)

chapter 87: Some Princesses Dream of Charging Forward, While Others Scheme Ambushes in Reality (2)

"Morning, little acrobat kitten."

She climbed off Shia's body, stretching her arms straight as she yawned. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, barely covering the spring scenery of the morning.

She was wearing almost nothing. Her proud, voluptuous figure was on full display.

Faced with the sight of those breathtaking curves, Rong's little heart trembled. She felt a pang of fear.

Once again, the flat-chested princess suffered a crushing blow.

Rong collapsed in tears in the corner. She had always known the gap was vast, but she hadn't expected it to be this vast!

Being forced to face the disparity so clearly left her utterly defeated. She thought to herself, "There's nothing I can do."

Shia, still half-asleep, felt something moving against him. It wasn't uncomfortable, just strange. He only knew he had slept soundly last night. Both his body and mind had been deeply relaxed.

In his dreams, a succubus had clung to him sweetly, and he held a soft, self-regulating pillow in his arms. The royal elf princess pillow—a luxury worth having!

When he opened his eyes, however, the face he saw was youthful, gentle, and dignified.

Shia blinked and felt the weight pressing against him. Nia, noticing his confusion, looked down to meet his dazed gaze. Her face lit up with a graceful smile.

"Morning, Shia."

Her greeting was smooth and natural, as though she didn't realize how inappropriate the scene was.

—Why would it be inappropriate?

She had slept well last night.

Shia glanced at Nia and then stiffly turned his head toward the doorway, where the gray, lifeless statue of Rong stood. His mind raced.

What kind of drama is this?!

"Clang!"

The moment Shia's gaze met hers, Rong's hands trembled, and the basin she held fell to the ground. She instinctively took two steps back, her eyes wide with shock and tears welling up.

"You… you two…"

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

Nia, unbothered, looked down at her attire and then at Shia beneath her. She remained calm.

"Let me explain. It's not what you think."

If it's not that, then what is it?

She had seen it with her own eyes!

"Nothing happened last night. I just wanted to thank Shia for taking me in, so I used some special elven incense to help him sleep better."

Yes, she had done nothing.

After all, the first half of the night had been under Little Nia's control. She was the one who had crawled into Shia's bed. That had nothing to do with Nia herself. Although she had woken up later and found it comfortable, she hadn't bothered to move.

So, it wasn't her problem. She and Shia were perfectly innocent.

Shia nodded in agreement.

"I slept really well last night. Not a single disturbance."

And Rong believed them.

A gentle and elegant elf like Nia didn't seem like someone who would lie. Besides, Rong didn't want to believe there was anything improper between them.

"Why are you here so early?" Shia asked, rubbing his temples.

"I… I came to help you wash up and get ready," Rong thought. But that wasn't something she could just say, especially with an outsider present.

Rong sneaked a glance at Nia, whose serene expression suggested she had overheard everything.

Nia: …

Alright, I'll take my leave.

Nia sat on the bed, spacing out for a moment before ruffling her hair, turning her golden locks into a mess. Then she stepped onto the carpet. Rong moved aside to let her pass, watching her retreating figure with relief. At least the awkward tension had eased.

Rong began tidying Shia's bed. The lingering scent of Shia mingled with a faint feminine fragrance, but there was nothing else. Completely reassured, she set off to prepare breakfast. Yet, the morning's events replayed in her mind.

The image of the youthful but busty elf lounging on Shia's body, greeting her so naturally…

"Morning."

Those simple words haunted Rong like a nightmare. A teasing whisper echoed in her mind:

"Rong, you need to act fast, or he'll be taken from you~!"

The elf princess's playful tone lingered, stoking Rong's inner fire.

Change what? Taken by whom?

Startled, Rong turned to find Nia's stunning face inches away. Her flawless, snow-white skin and light green eyes brimmed with life. Her faint smile seemed innocent, but it left Rong breathless and flustered. She instinctively stepped back, uneasy with their close proximity.

"W-what do you mean?"

Nia's smile deepened, warm and elegant, as she playfully winked and exited the kitchen.

"Shia, breakfast isn't ready yet. Just wait a bit longer."

Watching Nia's retreating figure, Rong felt her heart race uncontrollably. She clutched her chest, trying to steady herself.

Did Rong truly not understand Nia's words? Probably not. Shia was her most important—her only—friend. If someone took him away… she couldn't bear the thought.

Her grip on the kitchen utensils tightened as determination filled her eyes.

The elf princess's teasing had awakened the demon princess's resolve. In a house shared by three individuals of different races, their bonds grew tighter, entangling their fates further.

Rong's eyes shone with newfound resolve.

It seemed she truly needed to shed her socially anxious, shadowed persona. But another doubt surfaced in her mind.

She glanced at Nia, who was leaning against the kitchen door, observing her with an amused smile. Rong hesitated to voice her question.

How did Nia know?

She had hidden it so well.