Chapter 142: The Cowardly Princess Drunkenly Strikes Back, Turning the Elf Princess into a Carnivore (3)
Behind her, a clearly intoxicated Nia let out an incoherent murmur. Her youthful face was flushed a deep red, her rosy lips slightly parted as if struggling to breathe. Her delicate eyebrows knitted together in apparent discomfort, but the dreamy look on her face revealed her intoxicated bliss.
Shia glanced at the table and immediately spotted the culprit: a half-empty glass of wine.
Nia had sneakily helped herself while he and Rong had been chatting. Even though she had barely drunk any, the effects were undeniable.
Shia's mouth fell open. His eyes darted between Nia and the glass, his thoughts spinning. Hadn't he only poured the glass about three-quarters full? How could this happen?
But Nia wasn't having it. Wrapping her arms around Rong's waist, she rested her chin on the smaller girl's shoulder, her hazy green eyes glaring at Shia with dissatisfaction.
"You said… a little sip was fine," she muttered, her voice slurred. "You liar!"
Shia sighed, confirming yet again that she'd really only had a tiny amount. Was the elven princess's alcohol tolerance truly this pitiful?
Meanwhile, Rong was faring no better. Since the moment Nia had latched onto her, her face had remained bright red, and her expression grew more dazed by the second. Just the wine-laden scent wafting from Nia had been enough to render Rong tipsy.
Within moments, both women were reduced to pliant, drunken messes, each slumping limply against Shia.
Rong clung to his shoulder, her soft, white-socked feet curling instinctively as she glanced pitifully at Nia. Nia, in turn, leaned against his other side, her body fitting snugly into his arms. Her long, graceful legs rested together, her feet slightly apart as she cradled her wine glass and sipped delicately.
"Is it good?" Rong asked softly, her voice tinged with curiosity. Her flushed face glowed with anticipation, her eyes sparkling like starlit skies.
Nia tightened her grip on the glass and shook her head lazily. "Not at all."
Rong's nose twitched as she sniffed the air, enchanted by the tantalizing aroma of the wine. She reached out for Nia's glass, but Nia dodged, glaring protectively at her.
"This is 'mine'!" Nia declared.
Rong pouted and pressed herself deeper into Shia's embrace, her wide, pleading eyes fixed on Nia. With a dramatic sigh, Nia gestured toward the table. "Pour your own."
Moments later, both women were holding their own glasses, sipping quietly. The chaotic energy seemed to settle, leaving Shia sandwiched between them in reluctant peace.
"Could you two… move somewhere else?" he asked helplessly.
In response, the two women only pressed closer. Nia even grabbed his arm to keep him in place. Drunk and emboldened, she radiated a newfound assertiveness.
"Stay still!" she ordered, finding a comfortable position before nestling back into his side with her wine.
Shia leaned his head back in resignation, forced to endure the sweet torment of being enveloped by two warm, soft bodies. The situation was almost too surreal to process.
If only they'd remained quiet. But the timid princess-turned-social menace wasn't about to let things go.
Rong turned her hazy gaze toward Nia's chest, her lips trembling with grievance. Normally, she would have kept her envy to herself. But now...
"Why am I so small? It's not fair!" she blurted out, her voice laced with frustration.
Nia smirked smugly, glancing down at her own ample chest before giving Rong a teasing look.
"Jealous?" she asked, leaning forward slightly to emphasize her curves. Her soft, generous bust pressed against Shia, the subtle movement only making the scene more provocative.
She even tugged her neckline lower, trapping Shia's hand against her cleavage while shooting a triumphant look at Rong.
"You're just mad because you've got 'nothing' to show off," she taunted.
Rong's face flushed an even deeper red, though it wasn't clear whether it was from anger or embarrassment. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at Nia, her tone indignant. "Using your body to get Master's attention is so cheap!"
Nia didn't seem the least bit offended. Instead, she proudly showcased her assets even more, taunting, "At least I 'have' something to use!"
Rong puffed out her cheeks, kneeling on the couch with her hands on her hips. "Good girls rely on charm, not cheap tricks!"
Despite her bold declaration, the slurred speech and rosy cheeks only made her look more adorable than convincing.
But cuteness paled in comparison to Nia's unabashed sensuality.
With her succubus horns and tail materializing, Rong's natural allure began to shine. Her pink, heart-shaped pupils sparkled mischievously, her innocent face tinged with a captivating blush that made her irresistible.
"I'll show you what a real succubus can do!" she declared, leaning forward with her hands braced on either side of Shia's head.
Rong boldly cornered Shia against the wall, using her authority as an excuse. Her hands pressed firmly on either side of him in a classic 'kabedon'.
Their gazes locked, and Rong's large, watery eyes stared directly into Shia's, overflowing with tender emotions. Her gaze was affectionate, filled with longing and deep sentiment.
Her expression was both seductive and captivating. Slowly, she extended her soft, pink tongue, tracing the outline of her lips, amplifying the charm of her succubus nature.
One delicate hand reached up and lightly caressed Shia's face, her fingers brushing from his brow to his chin before finally coming to rest on his lips. The faint pressure on his lips, combined with the sight of Rong licking hers, gave Shia the uncanny sensation of being kissed.
Fueled by the liquid courage granted by the wine, the normally shy maid boldly began teasing her master.
"Pfft, is that all you've got?" Nia scoffed from the side, wrinkling her nose with exaggerated disdain.
Rong turned her head slightly and smiled at her. It was a breathtaking smile, charming yet innocent, instantly stunning Nia into silence.
But Rong wasn't stopping there.
She leaned forward, letting her long hair cascade down like a curtain, shielding both their faces from view. Through the gaps in her hair, one could vaguely see their lips press together.
The sweet, youthful fragrance of Rong's scent, mixed with the lingering aroma of wine, passed into Shia's mouth, inviting him to savor it.
Initially, Rong had only intended to steal a single kiss.
Just one.
A response to Nia's taunts.
But… well, just one more.
The taste was irresistible.
She loved her master so much!
Rong's dreamy smile grew even more pronounced as she leaned in again, stealing kiss after kiss.