"Mmm~"
A faint sound.
Her face flushed, delicate brows slightly furrowed.
Gujiajia’s cheeks burned with shame, her full, sensual lips parting—but the words were indistinct.
Leaning closer, the whisper became clearer.
"*There*… no—"
"Mmph…"
Beneath the thin blanket, the mature woman’s body arched slightly, every inch of skin feverish.
Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle.
Unbeknownst to her, in the next room, Luo Shiyā had vanished from her bed.
Silently, the door slid open in the darkness.
The spacious suite welcomed an uninvited guest.
Asleep, Gujiajia remained utterly unaware.
Pale bare feet stepped onto the nanmu floorboards, looking even whiter, almost delicate.
A flash of lightning illuminated the intruder—no thunder followed.
Long, shapely legs hugged by tight black stockings.
A tiny black leather skirt barely covered what mattered. Behind her, a slender tail swayed, its tip ending in a delicate hook—seductive yet dangerous.
Her narrow waist gleamed bare, cinched dramatically.
Above, only a cropped black leather bustier accentuated her striking curves.
Pink hair cascaded down her back, twin crimson horns curving from her temples.
Her obsidian eyes held no light—only mesmerizing, perilous depth.
Darkness swallowed the room again.
When lightning flashed once more, the figure stood beside the bed.
The pink-haired silhouette now straddled the sleeping girl’s hips.
Luo Shiyā gazed greedily at the serene beauty beneath her—no icy composure now, only tender warmth.
A smile played on her lips, like a glutton who’d found a feast.
Suddenly, the girl’s lashes didn’t flutter. They simply opened.
Her eyes held no emotion—like a Divine Being surveying mortals. Equal. Therefore, merciless.
Su Qingshan wasn’t surprised to find her senior straddling her.
The overly eager requests to stay over… this was expected.
But *this* outfit?
Cosplaying in her room at midnight?
*Which* character, though?
…Kind of hot.
Dark allure. Perfectly showcased curves. Seriously stacked.
Time seemed to freeze as their eyes locked.
Luo Shiyā tilted her head, puzzled.
Her junior’s gaze was clear—not sleepwalking.
Why so calm?
She’d appeared out of nowhere! In full Succubus Queen form!
No scream? No panic?
No matter. She was the Succubus Queen. The future Abyssal Overlord. This was trivial.
She’d still claim little Qingshan.
Luo Shiyā smirked, dissolving into smoke. In an instant, she reappeared lounging on a high-backed chair that hadn’t been there moments before.
Crossing her black-stockinged legs, she propped an elbow on the chair’s back—lazy, regal, radiating queenly dominance.
"*I* am the Succubus Queen. Future Abyssal Overlord. Pitiful human—you are my chosen delicacy. I command you: *pleasure me*."
Su Qingshan remained expressionless.
*Sleepwalking? Or another split personality?*
She stepped out of bed, fluffy slippers muffling her steps as she approached Luo Shiyā.
*See? Obedient.*
Luo Shiyā’s heart raced. *Of course. I always get what I want.*
She’d craved this junior for so long. Now, so close—her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Su Qingshan stopped before her, looking down.
*Did she just… float over?*
*And when did that chair appear?*
*Well. Divine Beings exist. An Abyssal Overlord isn’t that weird, right?*
Luo Shiyā fought to maintain her queenly poise.
But the girl’s scent was intoxicating.
She couldn’t hold back.
"Junior," she purred, breath warm and sweet, "come let senior kiss you. Just a tiny taste~"
Eyes heavy-lidded, she coiled forward like a serpent—
"*Ah—!*"
The next instant—
Luo Shiyā felt her bones nearly shatter!
Her gorgeous face smashed against the floor, features squashed.
*Wait… am I subdued?*
The realization dawned too late.
Her pale wrists were pinned behind her back. Knees pressed to the floor. Cheek flattened against wood. Her hips thrust upward in a mortifying angle.
*This is beyond embarrassing!*
*How did the freshman even—?!*
*This defies all logic!*
She strained to look back but saw nothing—only the iron grip locking her arms.
*This position…*
*Disastrous.*
Su Qingshan glanced down at the leather skirt slipped to Luo Shiyā’s waist.
"*Oh?*"
That single syllable dripped with meaning.
Luo Shiyā’s face burned crimson—humiliated.
*Why are the roles reversed again?!*
*She should be the one underneath!*
Control was slipping.
Her body tingled, utterly powerless to resist.
Su Qingshan was mildly surprised.
*Succubus Queen? Abyssal Overlord?*
*Vast Star Return Flow worked way too easily.*
She hadn’t even strained to pin her senior down.
The evil aura radiating from Luo Shiyā grew stronger up close.
But in this ridiculous pose? It was almost comical.
*Truly, the sect’s ultimate treasure for suppressing evil.*
"*Qiiiingshaaaan~*"
A honeyed voice slithered through the air. Just that name, dripping with temptation, sparked filthy thoughts.
Simple words—but woven with Luo Shiyā’s signature art: *Dreamweaving*.
Her voice would lure the mind into dreams, bending wills.
Dark energy surged within her, thickening into pink mist until the room drowned in a hazy, seductive sea.
The vapor intoxicated. The voice ensnared. Together, they dragged the senses toward a crafted dream—
***Crack!***
A sharp, stinging slap.
Luo Shiyā gasped, tears springing to her eyes.
*She spanked me… THERE?!*
Su Qingshan withdrew her hand, eyeing the other cheek.
*Good texture.*
*Wants to try again.*
The pink mist churned violently.
"*Sob*… Junior’s so cruel. It *hurts*~"
The seductive murmur continued, laced with hypnotic power.
It tugged at pity—or the urge to dominate.
The mist thickened, a narcotic haze promising oblivion.
***Crack!***
Su Qingshan got her wish.
*Ow!*
Real tears spilled down Luo Shiyā’s cheeks.
She finally understood: her Dreamweaving did *nothing* to Qingshan.
Worse—it earned her another slap. Every. Single. Time.
