Chapter 160: Just Kiss Me
Before Viktor could even react, Henny's hands had already moved to her chest.
It seemed that in the very next second, she was about to undo the buttons on her clothes.
But before she could start undressing, Viktor had already raised his hand.
A white glow spread out from his palm, and Henny suddenly felt her body being controlled by some kind of energy, forcing her to float up into the air.
"Eh... ehhh!"
Floating in midair, Henny couldn't control her body at all. She could only hunch over slightly, flailing her hands and feet in a panic.
Viktor stood up and slowly walked over to her side, looking her over.
Sensing Viktor's gaze, she stopped struggling and shyly closed her eyes.
As if she were expecting something.
But life rarely goes the way one hopes.
What she expected didn't happen. Instead, only Viktor's calm voice sounded beside her ear.
"It seems that, while I wasn't aware, something must have happened that made you curious about your own body."
Henny couldn't help opening her eyes and lifting her head to look at Viktor.
Viktor was looking down at her, his gaze steady and unwavering.
With their eyes meeting, Henny became even more embarrassed.
"Professor... I..."
"However, since you really want to understand."
A faint blue glow flashed in Viktor's eyes. The buttons on Henny's robe automatically came undone, and the garment slipped down.
The curvy figure beneath the robe was fully exposed before Viktor, without any concealment.
It felt as if she had been stripped n*ked, a cool sensation washing over her skin.
Henny hurriedly lowered her head and bit her lip.
Her face was so red it seemed like it could drip water, like a fully ripened red apple that made one want to take a bite.
"After reaching second tier, is that unique trait of your body becoming harder to control?"
As Viktor spoke, he casually glanced at his own status panel.
Under the status section, a negative buff called 'Charm' was blatantly displayed beneath his health bar.
[Damage dealt to this unit is reduced by 50%.]
That was only what was reflected in the stats.
But his body in reality clearly felt a subtle, irrational stirring.
Still, this charm could be dispelled.
There was just no need to.
Viktor placed his hand on Henny's back, touching her fair and delicate skin.
[Lv25]
A level 25 succubus already possessed quite outstanding charm abilities.
Most succubi were at around this level.
They had decent experience, yet still retained a youthful, maiden-like innocence.
But the succubus in front of him was still a complete novice with zero experience.
A pure-hearted succubus whose level wasn't low at all.
That was definitely something unexpected.
At this moment, the instant Viktor touched her, a sensation like electricity surged into Henny's brain.
A wave of pleasurable excitement washed over her, making her eyes turn hazy as she looked at Viktor with clear anticipation.
"Professor... I..."
"That's enough."
Viktor withdrew his hand.
The loose robe that had just slipped off was once again wrapped around Henny's body by telekinesis.
"Same thing as before. Get dressed properly."
As his words fell, the haze in Henny's eyes cleared noticeably.
She couldn't help widening her eyes, recalling what had just happened.
What just happened?
Had she gone into heat like Vanilla?
The moment this thought arose in Henny's mind, she was filled with guilt.
She had clearly asked the professor to check her physical condition, yet at a time like this, her mind had still wandered into inappropriate thoughts.
Thinking of this, she became nervous without realizing it.
Would the professor think she was a very casual person?
Viktor casually snapped his fingers, letting Henny descend from the air.
The moment she landed, Henny hurriedly tightened the black robe around her body.
She lowered her head in shame, timidly sneaking glances at Viktor.
But Viktor had already turned his back to her and was walking toward the bookshelf.
"Have you ever looked into your own background?"
As he walked, Viktor spoke.
Henny paused slightly and shook her head.
She had never seen her parents since she was little.
Even the name Henny had been given to her by the orphanage director.
Viktor stopped in front of the bookshelf, his fingers gliding back and forth over the thick, numerous book spines, as if selecting something.
Finally, his hand rested on a yellow-covered book of moderate thickness, which he pulled out.
"This one."
Holding the book, Viktor returned to Henny's side and handed it to her.
"Take a look at this book. It might help clear up your confusion." Viktor's voice rang out calmly.
Henny accepted it with some confusion. When she saw the unfamiliar text on the cover, she froze for a moment.
"Elvish?"
Elvish was the exclusive language of the elves.
To translate something written in Elvish, one needed to compare it with elven scripts.
Luckily, there happened to be a ready-made elf at home.
Henny hugged the book to her chest.
If this book could really resolve her doubts…
An impulse rose within her, making her want to open the book right away.
"Professor, thank you!" Henny bowed deeply to Viktor and turned to leave.
But Viktor suddenly called out to her, "Wait."
"Since you're here, I hope you haven't forgotten something."
Henny turned back and lifted her head, looking at Viktor in confusion.
Suddenly, her body stiffened in place.
It was as if some extremely powerful magic had completely bound her, leaving her unable to move at all.
She could only watch helplessly as Viktor slowly reached out and gently lifted her chin.
The man before her leaned down.
The next second, her eyes widened.
A warm, soft sensation pressed against her lips, lightly touching them.
It felt like tasting an exquisite dessert.
At this moment, her body filled with heat.
Warm magic surged around her heart and spread to her limbs.
Her mind instantly went completely blank.
Clearly, not much time had passed, yet this moment felt incredibly long to her.
Until Viktor straightened back up and lightly brushed away the faint glimmer at the corner of her lips with his finger.
There was even a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
"Remember, stealing a k*ss isn't polite behavior. This is the lesson I'm giving you."
"Thanks for the treat."
BOOM!
It was as if a bomb exploded in Henny's mind, leaving her completely dazed.
Even after she walked out of the study, her mind was still in a haze.
She didn't even know what had supported her as she left the room.
Standing at the doorway, Henny finally came back to her senses and hurriedly pulled the wide hood down over her face.
Her heart thumped wildly.
Her mind couldn't think at all, completely unable to calm down.
She raised a finger and gently touched her lips.
It seemed that the lingering softness there still hadn't faded.
'Thanks… for the treat?'
———
The crow stood on the desk, watching Viktor sit back down in his chair.
It lifted its head, proudly jutting out its beak.
"Viktor, k*ss me."
"Get lost."
Viktor leaned back in the chair expressionlessly and raised a hand to cover his forehead.
Under that strange charm state, he still hadn't managed to stay calm.
It felt as if something had unconsciously tampered with his thoughts, making him unable to stop himself from k*ssing Henny.
His first k*ss was gone.
He felt a bit troubled, even his current state feeling unnatural.
As a power-leveling professional, he had actually slipped up in front of a succubus?
He had still underestimated the charm of succubi.
Vega flapped its wings in dissatisfaction, its sharp, hoarse voice ringing loudly in Viktor's ear.
"Why!"
"You can k*ss a succubus, so why can't you k*ss me? Just because I'm a crow?"
"This is racial discrimination!"
Viktor lowered his head and shot it a glance, letting out a disdainful chuckle.
"Heh."
"You're well aware you're a crow, aren't you?"
He ignored the crow that had been mocked into losing its composure, leaned forward, clasped his hands on the desk, and began reviewing what had happened.
If he had dispelled the charm earlier, none of this would have happened.
But was there a possibility that…
The reason he hadn't used magic to dispel the charm was also due to the charm itself?
Viktor realized his own lack of rationality and slumped back into the chair again.
"Succubi."
"Truly dangerous."
Vega flapped its wings unhappily and flew toward the bookshelf.
It kept looking around, trying to find a book it liked to pass the time.
When it reached the front of the bookshelf, Vega's gaze landed on an empty spot on the shelf.
"Viktor?" Vega's puzzled voice sounded from the bookshelf.
"Did you give away that little yellow book I always read?"
———
At this moment, in the lush garden, Henny sought out Cocotte once again.
This time, there was no one else around.
Henny and Cocotte looked at each other.
Lying atop a cloud, Cocotte lazily let out a long yawn, the corners of her eyes still glistening with sleepy tears.
"I heard you came looking for me around noon, but I was taking a nap then."
"So what happened now?"
Henny seemed a little nervous. She shyly handed the yellow book in her hands to Cocotte.
"The professor said this book could help me clear up the confusion in my heart."
"But it's written in Elvish, and I don't understand Elvish."
'Confusion?'
'What confusion?'
Even an elf like her would feel curious about other people's little secrets.
Cocotte blinked, instantly no longer sleepy, and directly took the yellow-covered book from Henny.
She sat cross-legged on the cloud and looked at the title.
With interest, she flipped open a page, which recorded the author's name, also written in Elvish.
"Bel-Kog'Maw?"
She casually flipped through a few more pages, her expression growing more peculiar.
"Well, let me say this first, this work wasn't written by an elf."
"Elven surnames are all determined by the Sacred Tree of Yard. There's no such surname as Kog'Maw."
"And also, this is an autobiographical novel written from a male perspective."
Cocotte spread her hands. The elven race had no males, because elves didn't need males.
"It was probably written in Elvish deliberately by someone trying to hide something."
Henny listened in a daze, when she saw Cocotte speak with a somewhat strange expression.
"Are you sure you want me to translate this for you?"
"Yes! I'm sure!"
Henny nodded quickly.
Since the professor said this work might resolve her confusion, then she needed to read it and understand it.
"Don't regret it."
Cocotte sighed helplessly and opened the first page of the book.
In a very gentle tone, she read aloud a passage in human language.
"Helpless, I was imprisoned on the bed."
"Being wantonly taken by her…"
Chapter 161: Where Did You Get This Yellow Book?
Unrestrained taking?
Hearing this, Henny only felt a wave of inexplicable strangeness.
But Cocotte kept on reciting without stopping.
The extremely rich language in the book made it feel as if she were experiencing the scene firsthand.
"Her alluring gaze shimmered with a hazy light, like starlight."
"Like poison, it made me sink into an endless sea of desire."
"Her lips, red as fresh blood, drew out the deepest longing in my heart, manipulating the desires within me."
"I was captured by her bewitching charm, unable to free myself."
"Her touch was gentle yet powerful, intoxicating me with this forbidden love."
"Under her teasing, I couldn't help myself, letting her strip away all my clothes, wrapping me up…"
"Stop! You don't need to translate anymore!"
At this point, Henny couldn't take it any longer. She loudly stopped Cocotte, preventing her from continuing to read.
Just hearing these things made her face burn red.
From her cheeks all the way to the roots of her ears, she was completely flushed.
No wonder Cocotte had looked so strange when she was reading this book.
This was simply an obscene book that would never pass censorship.
How could it possibly appear on Professor Viktor's bookshelf?
In a panic, Henny snatched the book out of Cocotte's hands.
Cocotte was a little stunned. Looking at Henny's face, now red through and through, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift slightly. With a somewhat teasing expression, she joked, "So you like reading this kind of… romance novel?"
"It's no big deal. I read this kind of stuff sometimes too."
The more Cocotte spoke, the more ashamed Henny felt.
In the end, she simply pulled the huge hood of her robe over her head, covering her face and not daring to look at Cocotte anymore.
But Cocotte still revealed some useful information.
"However, judging from the description of the female lead in this book, she should be a succubus."
"…A succubus?"
Henny lifted her head again and looked at Cocotte in confusion.
Cocotte crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and nodded calmly.
"That's right, a succubus."
This knowledgeable former councilor finally showed her worth.
"Succubi emit a unique aura of charm."
"Once someone sees a succubus's true form, regardless of gender or race, they'll be affected by that charm."
"Their body will involuntarily feel heated, and they'll crave being loved."
Hearing this, Henny couldn't help but think of Vanilla.
She was exactly like that after seeing her own body.
Wasn't this extremely similar to what Cocotte was describing?
Gradually, Henny seemed to have some guesses about her own situation.
But she still found it hard to believe.
How could that be possible?
She was clearly a human.
"Pure-blooded succubi will appear beside others in the form that person likes the most. If they want to, they can even transform into elves like us."
Cocotte pointed at herself and continued.
"Oh right, by the way, there are also non–pure-blood succubi."
Hearing this, Henny froze slightly.
"They're the result left behind after a succubus seeks pleasure with other races. They retain some succubus traits, but can't transform into other races."
"And they crave being loved even more intensely."
Listening to Cocotte's nonstop explanation, Henny suddenly stood there, stunned.
At this moment, it felt as though all the doubts in her heart finally had reasonable answers.
No wonder every time she saw the professor, deep in her heart, there would be a restless longing.
As if she were craving something.
"So… am I a succubus?"
She stood there blankly, unconsciously murmuring it out loud.
Hearing her words, Cocotte was even more confused than Henny and blurted out, "What did you just say?"
She urged the cloud beneath her, circling around Henny as she examined her back and forth.
Then Cocotte pinched her chin and thought for a while.
Finally, she gave a very serious conclusion.
"Impossible! How could you be a succubus?!"
"What kind of succubus would be like you, almost over twenty years old and never even dated once?"
"If you were a succubus, wouldn't you have died from holding it in long ago?"
Henny looked at Cocotte with a blank expression, opened her mouth, and couldn't say a word.
"I…"
As if trying to test something, Henny made an extremely bold attempt toward Cocotte.
She undid the buttons on her chest and took off her loose robe, revealing her shapely body.
When she saw the body of this little succubus, the former elven councilor froze on the spot.
For the first time in nearly a hundred years, her body, one that had never felt anything, produced a strange sensation of heat.
It was like an unprecedented pleasure filling the depths of her heart.
Although this charm didn't last very long, after all, for a fourth-tier mage on the verge of breaking into the fifth tier, being affected at all was already impressive,
the pleasure it brought to Cocotte was deeply engraved into her body.
Cocotte widened her eyes, staring at Henny, whose face was red and who looked incredibly shy.
Then she suddenly lowered her head and compared Henny with her own figure.
"…Sorry."
"I believe you now."
———
The Clavenna household finally welcomed a long-awaited period of peace.
After about three days, Halnarsen, far away in the family's old territory, carefully selected a large number of demi-human guards for Viktor and sent them to the royal capital residence.
Nearly a hundred shadow guards stood solemnly on the vast training ground of the Clavenna family, arranged in neat formations, awaiting orders.
All of the shadow guards wore hoods and cloaks, revealing only their differently colored eyes.
They looked every bit like a well-trained force.
Leon stood at the very front of the entire team and reported to Liya, "Miss Liya, everyone has arrived."
"They're all elite members who stood out from the training camp."
However, Leon was a little curious.
Why did Miss Liya suddenly summon all these demi-human guards to the royal capital?
For demi-humans, the royal capital was a very dangerous place.
Here, the inhuman discrimination they faced was even more severe.
There were strict laws stating that if demi-humans were encountered, anyone could expel them from the country.
If their demi-human identities were exposed in the royal capital, they could very likely be treated badly.
Liya counted the people and nodded to Leon.
"Mm, have them line up first. As for what we're doing, we'll wait until Viktor gets here."
"Vi… Viktor?"
Leon was a bit confused. 'What did this have to do with Viktor?'
But very soon, a man wearing a trench coat appeared before everyone.
The crow perched on his shoulder was like a symbol of his identity.
Everyone recognized the man in front of them.
Viktor Clavenna.
The true master of the Clavenna family.
The moment he appeared, it was as if a terrifying pressure descended upon the demi-humans' heads.
Like a world-ending magical beast was constantly sizing them up.
All the shadow guards lowered their heads, not even daring to meet the man's gaze.
But Viktor didn't grant them that mercy.
"Raise your heads, all of you."
"Take off your hoods, remove your masks, and look at me."
His words carried an unquestionable authority, echoing in everyone's ears.
Their bodies trembled slightly. Then, very obediently, they removed their hoods and masks.
Their appearances and figures were fully revealed.
Viktor calmly looked at them.
Most of these demi-humans had cat ears or dog ears growing from their heads.
Viktor quietly observed them. Then, beneath his feet, an extremely massive magic array suddenly formed.
Crimson and luminous green lights intertwined as the array spread across the sandy ground, completely enveloping the demi-humans.
A powerful glow surged upward, seemingly lighting up the entire training ground. The brilliant dual colors continuously shifted and moved across the earth.
Soon, a gigantic array with complex patterns began to converge from the edges toward the center.
All the demi-humans stood within the array, feeling that terrifying power. A slight stinging sensation rose across their bodies.
Before Viktor, the levels and health bars of these demi-humans appeared.
The average was level 25, with some at level 26 and 27.
All of them were at the second tier.
Halnarsen's eye for talent was indeed quite good.
Then, along with that magic array filled with astonishing power, dark clouds gradually covered the sky above.
Ripples slowly appeared in the sky.
It was as if something was starting to fall from above.
Everyone present couldn't help but look up, staring at the corner revealed within the ripples.
They were blades and armor.
They shimmered with faint light as they fell from the sky like meteors, one after another, toward the ground.
Perfectly and accurately, they landed in front of every demi-human.
They lowered their heads in confusion, unanimously looking at the heavy armor and sharp weapons.
Seeing this, Liya couldn't help narrowing her eyes and laughing softly.
"Alright, now I finally understand what those weapons and equipment are for."
At the very center of the training ground, Viktor's voice rang out like a massive bell, booming in all directions.
"Do you want to become stronger?"
That voice seemed capable of blowing away all the dust in the air. Even the gloom in the sky seemed to disperse a little under its thunderous sound.
"Do you want to earn the respect that belongs to you, and no longer suffer discrimination and oppression?"
In a daze, they seemed to hear it, a sharp, hoarse voice overlapping with Viktor's.
Before their eyes, the man's figure seemed to change slightly.
As if he had turned into a gigantic, mysterious jet-black crow.
It flapped its wings, flickering and beating continuously.
As though proclaiming some strange divine revelation.
"Then follow me. Worship me."
Suddenly, several black waterfalls rose from the ground, flowing upward against the sky.
The clear sky, freed of dark clouds, gradually connected with those black waterfalls.
They stared in shock at this bizarre scene.
Like an illusion.
"And then..."
The instant the voice fell, upon those upward-flowing black waterfalls, an enormous single eye rose into view.
The massive, terrifying eye stood upright, a long, thin pupil opening within it.
As if it were looking them up and down.
Under that gaze, their minds seemed to twist and distort.
Only in their ears did that hollow, godlike voice continue to echo.
"...Believe in me!"