This happened after Ling Luo returned home with Yi Xiao following their contract signing. After dinner, she sat down to discuss something with her mom.

Upon hearing her daughter wanted to talk, Mengya scooted closer. Both remained in their Succubus forms—horns visible, wings and tails exposed. Keeping such features tucked away too long caused stiffness and discomfort, so at home, mother and daughter always stayed true to themselves.

"Go ahead," Mengya said warmly. "Mom’s genuinely happy you’d come to me with this."

As she’d mentioned, her frequent absences left little room for mother-daughter talks—let alone her daughter initiating one. Mengya’s joy was unmistakable.

Ling Luo recounted everything: the contract with her deskmate Yi Xiao, and tomorrow’s planned arrangements.

"So, Mom… what do you think of my decision?"

"As long as *you* feel it’s right, that’s what matters," Mengya replied gently. "By human standards, you’re an adult now. You should trust your judgment, take responsibility for your choices. On this, I won’t interfere. It’s yours to handle."

"I suppose that’s true…"

"Then are you satisfied with Mom’s answer?" Mengya asked, stroking Ling Luo’s head. A faint blush tinged Ling Luo’s cheeks.

"Half satisfied, half not. But wait—you’re a Succubus! Since when do you say such upright, righteous things?"

"So what if I am? Why can’t I?" Mengya pouted. "Do you really think so little of me?"

"Isn’t it obvious? Ever since you revealed your Succubus identity, you’ve cracked dirty jokes, talked nonsense, teased me endlessly—you’re basically a chaos-loving little demon. Hearing *that* from you? I’d check if the sun rose in the west today." Ling Luo shot back, unflinching.

"Waaah waaah… So Mom’s image in your heart is *this* broken? Waaah waaah…" Mengya fake-sobbed.

To outsiders, her tears and pitiful expression might melt hearts. But Ling Luo, long accustomed to her own loli form, had built immunity to such cute-crying tactics—especially since her own crying act was far more convincing.

Seeing her daughter unmoved, Mengya dropped the act. "Guess this level of acting doesn’t fool you anymore. Time for a real answer." She grew serious. "You’re right—we’re Succubi. Mischief is instinctive for demons. But after living among humans for decades, my thoughts have absorbed human values. Saying things like that isn’t strange… even if I’m not *quite* as human-like as you are."

"Then I hope your human side strengthens a bit—so you’d stop being so handsy."

"When was I handsy?"

"Then… could you *please* untangle your tail from mine? Thank you," Ling Luo said with a resentful glance, though her blush deepened.

Behind them, their tails were hopelessly intertwined.

Unbeknownst to onlookers, a silent "fencing match" had waged between them during the chat. The winner? Obvious.

"It’s just how Succubi show affection…" Mengya chuckled evasively, but under Ling Luo’s steady gaze, she finally loosened the coil.

Ling Luo stood to leave.

"Huh? Won’t you stay and chat a little longer?" Mengya pleaded.

"Shower time. My panties are damp. Uncomfortable."

Ling Luo shot her a glare over her shoulder. Mengya scratched her head like a scolded child, cheeks flushed.

"Go ahead then…" Mengya added with a silly grin, trying to cute her way out.

Without looking back, Ling Luo headed to the balcony for fresh clothes. She frowned at the row of cotton panties hanging above—all hers, in various styles.

*Which pair? Blue-and-white stripes. Most comfortable.*

After a week of testing styles, she’d settled on plain white or blue-and-white stripes. Comfort trumped cuteness—no one saw them anyway.

At first, she’d refused. Though her body was female, her mind still felt male. She claimed acceptance, but when Mom handed her girls’ panties, her face burned crimson.

Only necessity won: her old underwear no longer fit her petite frame. Reluctantly, she tried. And as the saying goes—once you start, it gets easier. Now, she slipped into cotton panties without a flicker of blush.

…

Water rushed in the bathroom. Mengya retreated to her room.

The door clicked shut. A bat-winged eyeball peeked from her hair.

"Master, the young mistress dislikes your overly affectionate behavior."

"I know," Mengya replied lightly.

"This may make her dislike you more…"

"Oh? You’re worried? Hehe, thoughtful of you." She sat on the bed, stroking the floating familiar with hand and tail.

"But even if she grows to dislike me… I’ll continue." Her gaze softened.

"Xiao You knows Master has reasons. May I ask?" The familiar fluttered patiently.

"No harm in telling you. It’s her constitution."

"The young mistress’s?"

"Years maintaining a human disguise, suppressed Succubus instincts… her desires swelled like an overinflated balloon. Her body became hypersensitive. When I removed the disguise and simply *hugged* her—she fainted."

"Oh my…"

"This sensitivity disrupted daily life. I sealed it temporarily. Those ‘affectionate’ acts? Magical massages. Slowly readjusting her constitution to normal."

"Master has endured much…"

"Not endured—*enjoyed*," Mengya giggled, cupping her cheeks dreamily. "My daughter’s flustered expression? Always, *always* delightful~"

Xiao You finally understood why Master never explained this to the young mistress…

"As long as Master is happy…"