Chapter 187 : Was I Sold?

Camilla ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍froze.

“Hot… ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍so hot…”

Lucy ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was still whimpering in her arms, like a fish on the verge of drying out.

That ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍scorching body temperature seeped through the fabric—even a succubus like Camilla, whose body temperature was naturally lower, found it a bit too hot to handle.

But ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍this girl was clearly no longer conscious.

Not ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍only did she not let go, she escalated things further—her legs wrapped directly around Camilla’s thigh, clinging to her like a koala.

“I want something cool… I want ice…”

Camilla was nearly strangled out of breath.

Under normal circumstances, if anyone dared to offend her like this, she would have chopped them into pieces and fed them to dogs.

But now—

Looking at this little creature radiating heat all over, eyes glowing green, clearly driven half-mad by excess energy, Camilla suddenly felt… intrigued.

Very intrigued.

Just where had Lilia picked up such a treasure?

She could handle accounts, do work, and even be used as a biochemical weapon.

Most importantly…

Camilla’s eyes shifted, a crafty glint flashing in her violet pupils.

Since that miser Lilia didn’t know how to cherish talent, then she couldn’t blame her for poaching.

“Hey, little thing.”

Instead of pushing Lucy away, Camilla reached out and gently stroked Lucy’s burning-hot back.

Her fingertips carried a slight trace of ice-element magic.

In that instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped—Lucy immediately quieted down.

She raised her head, her reddened eyes filled with confusion and longing.

“Does it feel good?”

Camilla’s voice became irresistibly seductive, like a siren singing.

Lucy nodded frantically, tears almost falling.

“Do you want to feel like this all the time?”

Camilla lowered her head, her red lips nearing Lucy’s ear, her breath fragrant.

“How about following me?”

“With me, there’s not just ice… there’s also lots and lots of… delicious things.”

“Delicious things…”

Lucy’s mind was now a complete mess, only able to catch a few keywords.

Ice.

Delicious food.

Wasn’t that heaven?

“I want to eat…” Lucy muttered.

“You can eat anything you want.”

Camilla coaxed her step by step, like a shady aunt luring a child with candy.

“Whether it’s popcorn or chilled watermelon, all you need to do is nod.”

“And…”

Camilla’s fingers slid down Lucy’s spine, lightly pressing against the tense muscles swollen from blood flow.

“I can also help you release all that uncomfortable fire inside your body.”

Lucy’s eyes lit up instantly.

“I’ll do it!”

She shouted at the top of her lungs, afraid this human-shaped popsicle might run away.

“As long as I can cool down… I’ll do anything!”

“Deal.”

Camilla laughed so hard her body trembled, the movement of her chest nearly dizzying Lucy.

With one hand, she scooped Lucy up like a rag doll, holding her effortlessly.

“Let’s go, little cutie.”

Turning around, her high heels tapped rhythmically against the stone floor.

“I’ll take you to… cool off.”

“And teach you what real happiness is.”

The door of the Document Audit Department closed once more.

Leaving behind a desk full of unfinished reports, fluttering messily in the wind.

……

Her head didn’t hurt.

Not only did it not hurt, it even felt as if she had just undergone eighteen full treatments—clear and refreshed.

Lucy’s consciousness stretched out like a sponge soaked in warm water, soft and relaxed.

She tried moving her fingers.

Where was this? Heaven?

Drowsily, Lucy rolled over, rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric beneath her.

Smooth.

So smooth.

And there was a scent.

A sweet fragrance that made one’s face flush and heart race with just a single whiff.

Wait.

This scent… why did it feel like something only found in certain indecent places?

Lucy suddenly opened her eyes.

What greeted her was a canopy of purplish-red curtains.

Her gaze moved downward.

This was a bed.

A massive round bed large enough to play badminton on.

The sheets were black silk, embroidered with intricate dark-gold patterns, cool to the touch—so comfortable it made one want to roll around.

“So this is how rich people live…”

Lucy subconsciously sighed, her mind still savoring the lingering memory of last night’s fried rice.

She remembered that she had gotten too hot, then ran out looking for somewhere cool, and then encountered…

Encountered who again?

Her memory was like a tangled ball of thread scratched apart by a cat—fragmented and incomplete.

She only remembered a dazzling patch of white, and a cool sensation, like a watermelon just pulled from a well in summer. She seemed to have hugged that big watermelon and gnawed on it for a long time, crying and making a fuss, and then…

Then it seemed like that big watermelon carried her away?

Lucy sat up, the blanket slipping off her shoulders.

Cool air brushed against her.

There wasn’t even a breeze, yet it felt as though her skin was directly exposed to the air.

She lowered her head.

Her gaze lingered on her flat abdomen and those completely bare legs for three seconds.

“Holy shit!”

A scream echoed through the entire room, nearly shaking down the expensive canopy above.

Gone!

Everything was gone!

Even the patched undershirt she wore as her innermost layer was gone!

At this moment, she was like a freshly peeled egg—clean, bare, sitting naked on an unfamiliar bed.

“Where are my clothes?!”

Lucy clutched her chest with both hands, curling into herself as her brain began to overload.

Calm down.

Lucy, you have to calm down.

First, analyze the situation.

In an extremely luxurious room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

No clothes on her body.

Memory missing.

No discomfort in her body—in fact, she felt frighteningly energetic.

There was only one conclusion—

“Lady Lilia sold me!!!”

Lucy wailed, burying herself into her knees in despair.

It had to be that!

That popcorn! That was definitely not normal popcorn!

There must have been some kind of potion mixed in—something that could make even the most virtuous woman lose control!

No wonder it smelled so good yesterday! No wonder her body became so hot after eating it!

That black-hearted boss Lilia!

She had actually drugged and sold her—a pure, innocent, never-been-in-love beautiful girl priest—to some perverted demon big shot!

“Wuwuwu… my innocence…”

Grief surged in Lucy’s heart, and tears fell immediately.

“I haven’t even saved enough money to go back home and build a house…”

“I haven’t eaten enough of Lady Lilia’s fried rice…”

“Even though that popcorn was really delicious, you can’t just trade X for it…”

Her mind rapidly constructed an entire tragic drama spanning eighty episodes.

Being occupied by a fat, pig-headed demon.

Locked in a basement, working day and night.

Growing old and discarded, thrown into a slime pool as feed…

The more she thought, the more terrified she became.

Lucy suddenly raised her head, looking around frantically, trying to find even a scrap of cloth to cover herself.

However, aside from a few long body pillows, the bed was absurdly clean.

Just as she was about to tear down the curtains to wrap herself and escape—

“Creak—”

The heavy-looking redwood door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure stepped in against the light.

High heels pressed into the wool carpet, producing dull yet rhythmic sounds.

Like a startled rabbit, Lucy instantly grabbed the blanket tightly, staring at the doorway.

They’re here!

That perverted buyer who purchased her has arrived!

A pig-headed demon? A goblin merchant? Or some kind of indescribable tentacled creature?