Chapter 107: The Succubus Princess Offers Her Tail and Lets Me Put a Ring on It (1)
Chapter 107: The Succubus Princess Offers Her Tail and Lets Me Put a Ring on It (1)
Rong was confused.
She raised her head, her forehead slightly flushed from pressing tightly against Shia's shoulder for so long. The defiance and indignation in her eyes had not yet faded, replaced instead by a blank and perplexed expression.
"Create... a profession?"
"That's right. The succubus race might seem weak on the surface, but they actually have an unparalleled advantage—their beauty."
But to serve others with beauty... isn't that just the same as before?
"Whether it's comprehension or magical accumulation, both can be achieved through effort, albeit with more difficulty. But beauty is innate, the most unassailable weapon."
Shia smiled.
"Beautiful things are fragile, and that is the prejudice of most of the world."
"But weakness is the perfect disguise, allowing for engagement in various professions, whether scholarly or martial."
"Scholarly, you can easily gather intelligence worldwide. With the abilities of a succubus, getting any man to willingly open up wouldn't be difficult, right?"
"In this way, you could become the most outstanding spy."
"Martial, you can kill without leaving a trace."
"A person might guard against a skilled fighter, but no one can maintain constant vigilance, especially when dealing with a succubus."
"With nothing but charm, you could assassinate a target at any time or place, unnoticed."
"By doing so, you could become a top-tier assassin. After all, who would guard against a succubus?"
Rong listened in a daze, her worldview shaken, murmuring to herself, "This... this counts as a career path?"
In her understanding, spies and assassins were dirty, underhanded methods unworthy of recognition.
They were for those who lacked strength and resorted to deceit and evil.
How could such means ever lead to anything good?
And using these methods to make a living—could that even be called a profession?
This was Rong's most genuine thought.
Priests, knights, mages, tanks... these were the professional paths, the main occupations of students at the Seven Shield Academy.
Mastering these skills was the key to finding work and integrating into society.
But spies and assassins? They seemed to belong to the shadows, unfit for the light.
Shia, however, was unfazed.
"Why not?"
"What defines a profession? What is its essence?"
Shia's voice was lighthearted yet filled with allure, drawing Rong's attention without her realizing it.
His question made Rong ponder deeply.
She thought hard, but her mind was blank.
She knew of the existing professions but had never contemplated their essence.
After all, the current professions were already out of her reach.
Shia didn't keep her guessing.
"When you can excel at something to the extreme, for those who come after you, it becomes a professional choice."
"You don't want to follow the old path of the succubus, wasting away in a dreamlike haze. You want to find another way to support yourself and live openly in this world."
"Whether as a spy or an assassin, these, like any other professions, are just means to acquire the resources needed to survive."
"There were no professions in the beginning. The paths of professions were carved by predecessors, and later generations followed."
"In essence, everyone has the same goal: to live and to live better. That's all."
"You claim other races have their talents, but you forget that succubi also have their own gifts."
"Beauty is far from useless; you just haven't unlocked its true potential."
"These are gifts from the gods. Why do you only admire the strengths of other races while discarding your own like worthless scraps?"
"There is no high or low in talent; it's all about how it's used."
Rong stared at Shia, her mind reeling.
It was as if a door to a new world had opened before her.
She saw a broader horizon, a more vibrant world.
A world different from the gloomy one she knew, one where succubi had a rightful place.
Her eyes reignited with fresh flames, gleaming brilliantly.
Her heart raced with excitement.
She trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the possibilities.
What Shia taught her wasn't to seek answers from others but to forge her own path!
She had been searching in vain because no one before her had walked this road.
Her task now was not to force herself onto others' pre-designed paths but to create her own direction!
The unknown road, daunting for its uncertainty, did not deter Rong.
Though the path was thorny, success would allow succubi to break free from their current plight and even establish their own unique professions and rules!
Rong was exhilarated. She looked up at Shia, her eyes sparkling like stars.
In that moment, Shia's image in her mind became infinitely majestic.
He was her god.
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The feeling beneath her hand was firm yet supple.
It was only then that she realized she was still resting against the boy's chest.
Warm and steady, she could hear his powerful heartbeat, each thump radiating heat like a furnace.
It wasn't just physical warmth but also a soothing comfort to her soul.
Rong's eyes shone brighter and brighter.
Her heartbeat quickened as Shia's image etched itself deeply into her heart.
She was beginning to understand her feelings.
Though her emotions were still shrouded in a vague mist, she could still see through it.
"Shia, thank you."
Her words carried weight and sincerity.
She clasped Shia's hands in hers, pressing them to her chest.
If not for his guidance, she might have remained lost, unable to move forward.
But his words lit a new path, transforming despair into hope.
"Mm? Thank me? Shouldn't there be a token of gratitude then?"
Shia raised an eyebrow playfully.
He meant it as a jest, but to his surprise, the succubus princess took it seriously.
She lowered her gaze, her heart in turmoil.
Yes, he had helped her so much.
He had taken her in, given her work, helped her overcome her social anxiety, and now pointed her to a brighter future.
Rong bit her red lips gently, hesitating but eventually raising her head.
She gazed at Shia, her heart pounding like a drum, and spoke her truth.
"Okay."
Shia froze.
He had only meant to tease, to lighten the mood.
Rong closed her eyes. Her succubus horns subtly emerged, and her face grew even more enchanting, radiating an otherworldly allure.
In her true succubus form, she exuded an irresistible charm.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Shia's ear, her voice soft and shy but carrying her commitment.
"Last time, I said you could ask for anything."
Her trembling tone carried a seductive promise, her warm breath tickling his ear and sending shivers down his spine.
Even Shia was stunned.
In his ear, Rong's voice lingered.
"I... permit you to put the ring on me."
Behind her, a slender tail appeared, swaying gently.
Shia was speechless.
The sudden happiness caught him completely off guard.
Rong's long lashes fluttered with nervous anticipation. Her tail swayed lightly, waiting for his touch, yet no movement came.
She didn't dare open her eyes and instead spoke with a hint of frustration.
"I... I've gathered my courage! Are you going to make fun of me now?"