Chapter 186 : I Want to Eat Chilled Watermelon

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The ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍fire inside her burned even more fiercely.

What ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍had originally been mere irritability had now turned into an indescribable craving.

That ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍craving was like a cat’s paw, lightly scratching at the tip of her heart again and again.

Camilla ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍had already been in a bad mood to begin with.

That ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍damned Arena project was practically a bottomless pit.

She had stayed up late again last night revising blueprints, to the point her skin had dried out.

She had originally come to the Document Audit Department to vent her frustration on a few clueless little succubi, and take the opportunity to get a massage and relax.

But when she pushed open the door, the place was completely empty, with only a single human curled up in the corner.

“Tsk, those lazy idiots are late again.”

Camilla snorted in dissatisfaction and casually tossed the small fan in her hand onto the table.

She turned around, her violet eyes sweeping lazily toward Lucy in the corner.

“Hey, you… hmm?”

Camilla’s words suddenly halted halfway.

She raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise flashing through her gaze.

That human girl curled up in the corner was staring at her intently.

That kind of look…

Camilla had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless people (and demons).

She had seen plenty of fearful looks, grown tired of flattering ones, and had even experienced reckless, provocative gazes like Lilia’s.

But this kind of look—this was her first time seeing it.

The little girl’s face was red like a tomato, her forehead covered in sweat, her lips tightly pressed together, and her body trembling slightly.

Most importantly, her eyes.

They were green.

Like a wolf that had been starving for half a month, suddenly spotting a freshly cooked slab of sizzling pork belly.

Greed.

Bare, undisguised greed.

There was even a hint of… the urge to pounce forward and take a bite?

“Interesting.”

The corner of Camilla’s lips curled into a playful smile, her earlier irritation instantly vanishing.

Stepping lightly like a cat, she approached Lucy step by step.

As she drew closer, that rich, mature succubus aura spread like a net, overwhelming everything.

Lucy felt like she was suffocating.

That woman was coming over.

That fragrant, soft, delicious-looking woman was coming over.

Run! Run now!

Her rationality screamed.

But her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.

“What are you looking at, little cutie?”

Camilla stopped in front of the desk, placing both hands on its surface as she leaned forward slightly.

That already precarious neckline instantly gave way, and a dazzling expanse of fair skin was thrust directly in front of Lucy, less than ten centimeters from her nose.

At that moment—

Lucy heard the string in her mind called “reason” snap.

“I’m looking at…”

Lucy swallowed, her voice hoarse as if she had swallowed a handful of sand.

“Looking… looking…”

“I’m looking…”

Her throat felt as if it were stuffed with burning charcoal, each word forced out through clenched teeth.

Her gaze struggled to focus on that blinding patch of pale skin, and the last remaining thread of reason in her mind snapped cleanly in two.

“I want… to take a bite.”

The air fell silent for three seconds.

For the first time, the perpetually lazy smile on Camilla’s face froze.

She lowered her head, staring in disbelief at the human girl who was only as tall as her chest.

What did this girl just say?

Take a bite?

Ever since becoming a Succubus Grand Duke, anyone who had dared to say such things to her face—aside from a few old fools who didn’t know better—already had grass three meters tall growing on their graves.

But this one in front of her…

Camilla narrowed her long violet eyes, carefully observing Lucy.

This gaze wasn’t right.

There was none of the disgusting lust of those men, nor that possessive desire to strip her bare.

This gaze… was so pure it made one uneasy.

Like looking at a perfectly grilled, top-grade steak, still sizzling.

Or… a piece of chilled watermelon giving off a cold mist?

“Hah?”

Camilla laughed in exasperation.

She extended a slender finger, painted with crimson nail polish, and gently lifted Lucy’s chin.

The moment her fingertip touched Lucy’s skin, Camilla’s brow twitched.

Hot.

Terrifyingly hot.

This girl’s skin was like a kettle that had just boiled.

“Hiss—”

Stimulated by that cool fingertip, Lucy couldn’t help but let out an extremely indulgent gasp.

Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

That trace of coolness slipped into her pores from her chin, like a drop of icy water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

Unable to control herself, she leaned forward slightly, rubbing her cheek against Camilla’s finger like a stray cat begging to be petted.

“So cool…”

Lucy narrowed her eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Camilla: “…”

This little thing—was she treating her like a human ice pack?

The dignity of a Succubus Grand Duke had never been challenged like this before.

“Who are you?”

Camilla withdrew her hand, crossing her arms as she looked down at her from above, a dangerous hint of amusement in her tone.

“When did the Document Audit Department recruit a… living heater?”

With the coolness gone from her fingertip, Lucy grumbled in dissatisfaction.

That burning heat surged back, turning her eyes faintly green again.

“I’m… Lucy.”

She panted heavily, gripping the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white as if she were desperately enduring something.

“I’m… responsible for fertilizing the flowers… and also managing the accounts…”

Her voice grew softer and softer, eventually turning into an indistinct murmur.

Hot.

So hot.

That heat rising from her very marrow made her even start to hallucinate.

Camilla in front of her began to distort in her eyes.

That purple skirt turned into grape-flavored ice pops, that fair skin into chilled fresh milk emitting cold mist.

“Um…”

Lucy swallowed, her eyes fixed straight on Camilla’s exposed waist.

“Can you… let me hug you?”

Camilla raised an eyebrow. “What did you say?”

“Just once…”

Lucy’s voice even carried a hint of tears.

“I’m about to cook… really… I want to eat cold watermelon… I want to drink something cold…”

Before Camilla could react to the nonsense this girl was babbling, a black shadow suddenly lunged forward.

Fast—absurdly fast.

Like a human-shaped cannonball.

Camilla only felt her waist tighten.

That girl who had just been trembling by the desk was now clinging tightly to her waist, her entire face buried in her lower abdomen.

“Damn it!”

Even the well-experienced Succubus Grand Duke couldn’t help but curse.

Was this even a human?

But that wasn’t the most outrageous part.

The most outrageous part was that this girl actually opened her mouth.

Through the thin layer of fabric, Camilla could clearly feel two neat rows of small white teeth—and that scorching breath.

“Are you a dog?!”

Camilla raised her hand and struck downward with a hand chop, intending to knock this clueless little thing unconscious.

However—

Just as her palm was about to touch the back of Lucy’s neck, a strange fragrance drifted into her nose.

Sweet.

Rich.

With a kind of enchanting power that seemed capable of hooking out one’s very soul.

This scent…

Camilla’s hand froze midair.

She leaned closer to Lucy’s neck, her nose twitching as she took a deep breath.

That wasn’t perfume.

That was…

“Popcorn?”