Chapter 17: Small-Fry Succubus ❤️❤️

Seeing Irena holding Vera in her arms, the Demon King was suddenly struck by a desire to toy with her.

“Irena.”

Her voice carried a faint, elusive warning.

“You really are quite disobedient.”

The dragon woman froze at once, a trace of surprise flashing through her eyes.

She immediately lowered her head, her voice still respectful, but filled with genuine confusion.

“Demon King, have I done something wrong?”

Morgana let out a soft laugh.

For no clear reason, Irena felt her back tense up.

“Of course.”

Morgana stepped closer, one step at a time.

“There are many things you’ve done wrong.”

She stopped in front of Irena.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing across the dragon woman’s cheek, her touch tender, as though caressing a precious artifact.

“Let me… teach you properly.”

Before Irena could react, the Demon King suddenly reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her close.

Even Vera, cradled in her arms, was startled by the sudden movement.

The next second—

Inside the mouth.

There was no probing.

No teasing.

It was a complete invasion.

“Mm…!”

Irena’s pupils shrank sharply, her body freezing instantly.

Her hands rose instinctively.

Her face flushed red at once, the tips of her ears burning hot, as if ignited by the heat surging through her body.

The calm she usually possessed vanished completely.

Only a haze of shame and confusion remained in her eyes.

No one knew how much time passed before Morgana finally released her.

Irena staggered back half a step, her lips slightly parted.

Her pupils were unfocused.

Her breathing was ragged, like someone who had just surfaced from the depths of the sea, desperately gulping in air.

Seeing her dazed expression, the Demon King shook her head helplessly, her tone tinged with mild disdain.

“Irena, you still have so much to learn.”

Irena snapped back to her senses at once.

She straightened her back, her voice still striving to remain proper, though a faint tremor betrayed her.

“Demon King, what else do I need to learn?”

“Please tell me. I will study seriously.”

Seeing her solemn, vow-like loyalty, Morgana couldn’t help but smile.

She raised her hand and lightly knocked on Irena’s head, like scolding an uncomprehending pet.

“You blockhead. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Irena’s still-flushed face, and let out a soft sigh.

“Just… take good care of Vera.”

Irena immediately lowered her head, her voice respectful and firm.

At that moment, the Demon King spoke again.

“Irena, take Vera and come with me.”

The corner of her lips lifted slightly, a playful glint flashing in her eyes.

“Let’s go check on my little pet… and see how she’s doing.”

Irena froze for a moment, then bowed her head in acknowledgment.

“Yes, Demon King.”

Nestled in her arms, Vera heard this and her eyes lit up with delight, a blush blooming across her face.

“Morgana-sis is so nice…”

She rejoiced wildly in her heart.

“If only I could stay with Morgana-sis a little longer…”

She even couldn’t help rubbing against Irena’s chest, like a small beast that wasn’t yet satisfied.

Watching this scene, the Demon King’s smile deepened.

Inside the Library

Melorin sat by a long table, holding a book in her hands.

On the cover were the words The Way of Succubus Service.

Her hair draped over her shoulders.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

A deep blush had already spread across her cheeks, impossible to hide.

Lilith stood behind her, wearing a gentle yet meaningful smile.

“Melorin.”

She spoke softly.

“Is there anything in this book you don’t understand?”

Melorin’s fingers twitched, and she almost snapped the book shut.

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum, carrying hesitation and embarrassment.

“Lilith… do all demons… study books like this?”

“Why… why is it all such shameful content…”

Hearing this, Lilith chuckled softly.

She slowly walked around behind Melorin.

One hand rested on the table.

The other gently settled on the girl’s shoulder, drawing her into her embrace.

“No, Melorin.”

Lilith smiled and whispered into her ear.

“This book… was personally chosen for you by the Demon King.”

Melorin’s body stiffened instantly.

Her eyes flew wide open.

Her fingertips unconsciously dug into the edge of the page.

“Morgana… personally chose it?”

Her voice trembled, as if confirming a terrifying truth.

“Does that mean… she likes reading things like this?”

Lilith laughed softly, her fingers slowly sliding along the side of Melorin’s neck, sending a faint shiver through her.

“No, Melorin.”

Her voice was gentle as she explained to the confused girl in her arms.

“The contents here… are mainly to teach you how to better serve the Demon King.”

Hearing this, anger flared sharply in Melorin’s heart.

“Damn Morgana…”

She ground her teeth inwardly.

“So she’s trying to crush my will through methods like this?”

“Do you really think I’d be defeated by such cheap tricks?”

She stared hard at the illustration on the page depicting succubus bedtime etiquette.

She burned it firmly into her memory, using it to temper her supposedly unbreakable will.

“I won’t lose to you… never!”

She put on a pitiful expression and looked up at Lilith, her voice filled with grievance.

“Lilith… this book… it’s all such heart-pounding, embarrassing stuff…”

“Can I… not learn it?”

Seeing her expression, Lilith’s eyes flashed with understanding.

She smiled gently.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing across Melorin’s soft lips.

The touch was frivolous, yet carried irresistible pressure.

“No, Melorin.”

Her voice was low and coaxing, like soothing a spoiled child.

“The things written here won’t just help you better serve the Demon King in the future…”

She paused, her fingertips pressing slightly harder against Melorin’s lower lip.

“They’ll also teach you basic knowledge about succubus life.”

She leaned closer, her warm breath teasing Melorin, making her itch faintly.

“After all… you’re a succubus now.”

Hearing this, Melorin’s heart trembled violently.

Her cheeks burned instantly, even the tips of her ears turning crimson.

She instinctively pressed her thighs together, as if trying to suppress the rising heat within her.

“But…”

Her voice softened, carrying childish resistance.

“These things… are really so embarrassing… I don’t want to learn them…”

Lilith laughed softly.

Her fingertips traced slowly along Melorin’s lip line, then stopped at her small chin, gently lifting it to force her to meet her gaze.

“That won’t do, Melorin.”

Her voice was gentle, yet tinged with teasing.

“As a student, you should listen to your teacher.”

She leaned in slightly, her breath brushing against Melorin’s sensitive ear, and said with a smile.

“And besides… if you don’t learn these things…”

“You might end up worse than a small-fry succubus.”

Hearing this, Melorin reacted like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

She jerked her head up, stubbornness and embarrassed anger flashing in her eyes.

“I… I’m not small fry!”

Her voice was quiet, but carried an unwillingness to lose.

Seeing her forceful bravado, Lilith’s smile deepened even more.

She lightly tapped Melorin’s lips with her fingertip.