Chapter 251: The Invincible Academy Head Falls, and the Succubus Queen in the Grove... (1)
"Little guy, tell me, isn't this queen both beautiful and youthful?"
The enchanting face before him was so close that every detail stood out—smooth, porcelain-white skin that looked like it might burst with a soft touch, devoid of any visible flaws.
Her fox-like eyes brimmed with irresistible charm, practically overflowing with seductive energy.
What could Shia say?
He swallowed hard, his throat dry.
"Yes, Queen Eden, you're very beautiful."
"And me?"
A soft, pressing sensation came from behind him.
In an instant, Shia found himself enveloped in warmth and softness, completely surrounded by the alluring scent and inviting curves of the women around him.
Diana had moved forward, deliberately pressing her ample chest against Shia's back, pushing it right up to Eden's face.
"The Academy Head is also very beautiful," Shia muttered, his voice muffled as if it came from a deep well.
He forced out the words, his entire body tense and suffocated by the overwhelming presence of both women.
"Now tell us, who is more beautiful?"
The two women spoke in perfect unison.
Diana cast a disdainful glance at Queen Eden before confidently grabbing Shia's hand and planting it firmly on her chest.
"Feel it—soft, warm, fragrant. Isn't it comfortable?"
Queen Eden, unwilling to be outdone, snatched Shia's other hand and placed it on her thigh.
"Take a good feel. My skin—isn't it smooth, delicate, and supple?"
As she spoke, she pressed her ample chest against Shia's back.
Her thighs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, had a silky texture that was both elastic and irresistibly plush. Every shift of her leg against his skin sent a jolt through him, awakening memories of his previous encounter in the Dreamscape.
"The Queen is right," Shia admitted with difficulty.
"That's not enough—evaluate us seriously!"
Eden leaned close to his ear, her voice a soft, seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
Shia's scalp tingled.
"Queen, your skin is indeed elastic, warm, and smooth," he managed to stammer.
Queen Eden gave Diana a smug look.
"Did you hear that? He complimented me!"
"Did he compliment you?" Diana retorted with disdain. "He didn't say you're better than me, did he? After all, everyone knows I maintain myself better!"
Unwilling to yield, Diana leaned in further, pressing Shia's hand deeper into her chest, letting the soft, plush curve mold around his palm.
The warmth and pliability surrounded him as she tilted his chin upward, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her red eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing glow, their beauty captivating and dangerous.
Her scent filled the air, intoxicating and impossible to resist.
Shia swallowed hard.
"The Academy Head is very charming, very soft, and fragrant," he admitted again.
Diana shot Queen Eden a triumphant look.
What's so hard about getting this little guy to compliment me?
This is child's play.
"Hold on," Eden interrupted, her tone serious. "We need to set some clear standards for comparison."
"And those would be?" Diana raised an eyebrow.
"Categories! We compare size, leg length, softness, and youthfulness!"
"Agreed!" Diana replied confidently. She saw no reason to believe Eden could outdo her in any of those aspects.
And so, the battlefield was set.
Unfortunately, the only casualty was Shia, who found himself trapped in this world of voluptuous beauty.
Two pairs of legs—silken and smooth—slid across his thighs from either side. The stockings added just the right amount of elasticity and allure, their touch sending tingles through his entire body.
"Little guy, whose legs are better?" Eden's voice was laced with playful malice.
"Master Shia~ What do you think?" Diana added sweetly.
Both women locked their eyes on him, making it clear they expected a definitive answer.
How was he supposed to choose?
Praising either one would lead to disaster!
The two stunning women were overwhelming enough individually, but together? It was torture.
Shia's mind raced, desperate for a solution.
"Both... both are beautiful," he blurted out, his entire body tense as he attempted to strike a balance.
But his diplomatic response only deepened their dissatisfaction.
"That's not an answer!" Eden pouted.
"Who's better?" Diana demanded, her tone more assertive.
Both women leaned in closer, their bodies pressing against him from all sides. The faint scent of perfume mixed with their natural fragrance clouded his senses.
"I'm sorry, but it's impossible to decide!" Shia sweated, unable to bear the pressure.
His heart pounded furiously as he contemplated the impossible task. How could he possibly pick between two absolute goddesses?
"Fine, let's call that one a draw and move to the next category," Eden declared reluctantly.
"Little guy, whose chest is softer?"
Before Shia could react, Diana's chest pressed into him from one side, while Eden's did the same from the other.
Caught in the middle, Shia felt the oppressive softness surround him. It was overwhelming in every sense—warmer and fuller than any embrace should be.
With experience from the previous round, Shia didn't even bother answering this time.
No matter how the two women teased or coaxed him, he simply shut down, playing dead in their embrace.
God, just let him drown in this sea of softness and be done with it!
How was it possible that these two—one the dignified Academy Head and the other the renowned Succubus Queen—were acting like this?
One was an ancient deity, the esteemed head of the Seven Shields Academy. How could someone of such stature need validation from a young man like him?
The other was a legendary underground leader, the Succubus Queen who led her kind away from the Demon Realm to thrive in human territories.
Yet here they were, competing like two ordinary girls...
Even with their lofty identities, the two women arguing was understandable. After all, they were at the pinnacle of power, making their rivalry fitting.
But what did this have to do with him!?
These two, whose admiration would make anyone boast for a lifetime, were now vying for him. If it were one of them alone, the attention would already be overwhelming. But both? It was downright unbearable.
Why were they putting him in such a predicament?
He was just a young man trying to grow and live a decent life.
These two were, in the game, the ultimate untouchable bosses—characters that couldn't be courted or conquered no matter how hard anyone tried. Yet here they were, dangling themselves in front of him like some unattainable prize.
What a sweet, unbearable burden.
But the two women didn't think Shia was uninvolved. After all, they both had their eyes on him.
Faced with the boy they both liked, the same carefree attitude defined their attempts to showcase their charms.
Yet, much to their frustration, they discovered that there was another rival in their competition for his attention.
Having rivals wasn't an issue—they could crush them easily. But when the rival was their closest friend?
It was a bit awkward. Yet, they had no choice but to wage war.
Even as Shia played dead, the two women didn't relent in their competition, both determined to emerge victorious.
"Shia, whose skin is smoother?"
"Shia, whose touch is softer?"
"Shia—"