Chapter 24: Defeat CG, the Elf Lady’s Forced Love

Ling pushed Aimoer into the room, then closed the door and ran off, leaving only Aimoer and her older sister in the room.

Aimoer looked over and saw a large elf lying in the middle of a pile of character body pillows.

She wore a sheer nightgown, her long red hair trailing on the floor, her gray eyes filled with laziness.

In her left hand, she held a romance manga, apparently still reading before Aimoer entered.

But even more captivating was the impressive figure barely concealed beneath her loose silk nightgown.

Compared to Ling’s flat chest, her assets were on a completely different level.

“Just find a seat when you come in. Hmm… it might be a bit messy.”

Qihuo shifted the manga in her hand to the side, then patted the cushion beside her, signaling Aimoer to sit.

Aimoer walked carefully through the room.

Unlike the noble, elegant elven palace she had imagined, the red-haired elf’s room was just as free-spirited as she was.

Clothes were tossed carelessly into an open wardrobe, the sheets were bundled into a ball, and character body pillows lay scattered across the floor.

The only thing that looked remotely tidy was her bookshelf, packed full of novels and manga.

Every single novel and manga had been carefully covered with a protective jacket, sorted by series and neatly arranged in storage boxes.

It was clear how much the owner treasured them.

Aimoer tried her best not to step on anything that looked expensive, then walked under the red-haired elf’s gaze and slowly sat down in front of her.

Up close, they seemed even bigger.

Aimoer swallowed.

She watched the red-haired elf slowly sit up and stretch.

The large cottony mounds on her chest swayed with the movement, drawing Aimoer’s eyes like a magnet.

‘Damn, it seems bigger than mine.’

Aimoer glanced down at her own, then secretly looked up at Qihuo’s again, a mix of helplessness and envy on her face.

“Okay, let me confirm first. You’re the human Sixth Candidate Saint, Miss Aimoer, right?”

“Ah… y-yes, that’s right.”

Aimoer forced her gaze away and tried her best to maintain eye contact, taking a deep breath inside.

‘I can’t look anymore. Really, I can’t. I need to focus on business now.’

Aimoer mentally smacked herself on the head, then asked calmly.

“Before we start talking, may I ask your name?”

“My name? Qihuo. Just call me that. The one earlier was my younger sister, Qingling. There’s nothing too important for calling you here. Someone just asked me to give you a place to stay.”

Qihuo looked at Aimoer with curiosity, her scrutinizing gaze making Aimoer shiver.

“Th-That’s it?”

Aimoer felt even more confused.

All that fuss for something so simple?

“Can I ask who entrusted you?”

“You want to know? Fine, it’s not impossible.”

Qihuo shot her an interested look, then stood up and dug through the messy wardrobe.

She pulled out a set of black lace underwear, held it up against herself, then walked back to Aimoer and shoved it into her arms.

“Put this on and be my body pillow. When I wake up, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“Wh-What?!”

Aimoer shrank back.

For the first time, she felt she had lost ground in the conversation.

She gingerly unfolded the underwear and swallowed hard.

‘It’s… it’s too short. If I wear this… my tail will show.’

“Um, sorry, but I can’t agree to that. A Saintess doesn’t offer that kind of service.”

Aimoer gave an awkward smile and pushed the underwear back, putting on a dignified expression, just like the usual holy maidens—pure and charming.

But—

“Afraid your Succubus identity will be exposed? Don’t worry. The client already told me everything. It’s because you’re a Succubus that I’m making this request.”

Qihuo said it matter-of-factly, dropping information that made Aimoer’s hair stand on end.

‘Who? Who leaked my identity?’

“What are you talking about…”

Just as Aimoer tried to bluff her way out, Qihuo ruthlessly drove the nail in.

“Stop wasting words, Holy Maiden. I don’t think you want to…”

“Stop. I’ll do it.”

Aimoer felt completely defeated.

With this kind of information imbalance, she had almost no chance to fight back.

Qihuo had crushed her without mercy.

Now she could only obediently let her tail out and put on that extremely embarrassing underwear, pressing herself against Qihuo.

Her face flushed as she fumbled with the buttons.

The usually calm and composed Aimoer felt a moment of chaos in her heart.

‘Uwaaah—damn, damn, damn. I’ve never been so humiliated. I should have been the one in control.’

Even as her thoughts grew chaotic, she still tried to think of a way to turn things around.

‘No, no, no, no. Even like this, I have to find a way to take back the initiative. If she wants a Succubus’s hug so badly, then I’ll make her sink into my arms so deeply she can’t escape.’

At that moment, Qihuo pulled Aimoer into a tight embrace.

A faint floral scent mixed with the smell of paper filled her nose, making Aimoer involuntarily intoxicated.

She casually placed her hand on Qihuo’s chest, thinking about using a little Succubus charm to turn the tables, but Qihuo’s lazy yet cold voice interrupted her actions.

“Hmm, you’d better understand the situation now. Don’t try any clever tricks. Your tail is still in my hand, you know.”

As she spoke, Qihuo gently pinched Aimoer’s tail, making her tremble slightly in Qihuo’s arms.

‘Damn, damn, damn. A gentleman takes revenge ten years later. I’ll endure for now. I’ll definitely win back eventually.’

“Th-Then… can you tell me who your client is now? I’ll be very good.”

Aimoer had no choice but to act cute and obedient.

At least she could try to extract some information—better than knowing nothing.

Qihuo thought for a moment, then picked up her manga, scooped Aimoer up, and tossed her onto the bed.

She yawned, wrapped her arms tightly around Aimoer from behind, opened her manga, and began reading leisurely.

“My client is Miss Mistiko. You might know her. Anyway, she asked me to take good care of you.”

Mistiko.

That name again.

Aimoer felt like Mistiko was a dark cloud hanging over her head, impossible to shake off.

After saying that, Qihuo took a deep sniff at Aimoer’s neck, then leaned contentedly on her shoulder, wearing an expression of pure bliss.

“I’ve heard that a Succubus’s embrace is the greatest pleasure in the world. Now I see the reputation is well deserved.”

‘So that’s why she made me do this?!”

Aimoer’s tail drooped, but Qihuo clamped it between her knees.

An electric jolt made Aimoer shiver, but she didn’t dare make any sudden moves that might disturb Qihuo.

“Th-Then… can I ask where this place is? From the outside, it looks so luxurious.”

Aimoer obediently pressed close to Qihuo’s embrace, using just a tiny bit of charm, and asked in a sweet voice.

“Here? This is Princess Garden, the estate specially prepared by the Elf Royal Family for Qingling and me. By the way, we’re both princesses of the Elf Royal Family. I just rarely get involved in politics, so you probably don’t know much about me.”

Qihuo casually dropped some terrifying facts.

‘So… so the person I accidentally bullied… is a princess of the elven family?’

She looked down at Qihuo’s hand, which was slowly moving across her stomach, and suddenly felt that this situation might be some kind of karmic retribution.

“Oh, right. That box on the nightstand is a gift from me. I can’t spare a hand right now, so open it and take it yourself.”

Hearing that, Aimoer curiously reached toward the nightstand, grabbed the small box, and brought it to her chest.

A sticky note was attached to it.

[Top Secret! A treasure box that cannot be closed without being lewd!]

‘Is… is this really a proper gift?’

‘Can I… can I really open this?’