Chapter 161: Where Did You Get That Spicy Book?
Unrestrained, shaless demanding?
Hearing this, Heni felt a vague, inexplicable sense of wrongness.
But Cocotte kept reading aloud without pause.
The extraordinarily vivid language in the book made her feel as though she were right there in the scene.
"Her alluring gaze shimred with an intoxicating light, like starlight itself."
"Like poison, it drew into an endless sea of desire."
"Lips red as fresh blood, beckoning to the deepest longing within my heart, commanding the desire inside ."
"I was captured by her bewitching charm, powerless to escape."
"Her touch was gentle yet full of force, leaving intoxicated in this forbidden love."
"Under her teasing, I could no longer help myself. I let her strip away every last piece of clothing, wrapping around ..."
"Stop! No need to keep translating!"
At that, Heni could bear it no longer. She cried out loudly, stopping Cocotte, stopping her from reading any further.
Listening to all of this had her face burning red.
From her cheeks all the way to the roots of her ears, she had gone completely, utterly crimson.
No wonder Cocotte had worn such a strange expression while reading this book.
This was nothing short of obscene material that would never pass any review!
How did it end up on Professor Viktor's bookshelf!?
In a flustered panic, Heni snatched the book right out of Cocotte's hands.
Cocotte looked a little dazed. Seeing Heni's face, now thoroughly flushed scarlet, she couldn't help but curl her lips slightly upward, a playful expression crossing her face as she teased:
"So you like reading these kinds of...romance novels, do you?"
"It's not a big deal. I look through them every now and then myself."
The more Cocotte spoke, the more Heni burned with sha.
In the end, she simply yanked the large hood of her robe up over her head, covering her face entirely, not daring to et Cocotte's gaze again.
But Cocotte did let slip one piece of useful information.
"Still, judging by the description of the female lead in this book, she's probably a Succubus."
"...A Succubus?"
Heni raised her head again, looking at Cocotte with puzzlent.
Cocotte folded her arms, closed her eyes, and gave a composed nod.
"That's right. A Succubus."
This forr Council mber, with her vast breadth of knowledge, was finally making herself useful.
"Succubi emit an alluring aura unique to their kind."
"Anyone who looks upon a Succubus's true form, regardless of gender or race, will be affected by that charm."
"The body will involuntarily feel a rising heat, and begin to crave affection."
Hearing this, Heni couldn't help but think of Xiangyilan.
It was after looking at her own body that Xiangyilan had fallen into that state...
How similar was that to what Cocotte was describing?
She felt as though she suddenly had so inkling of understanding about her own situation.
And yet she still couldn't quite bring herself to believe it.
How could that possibly be?
She was, after all, a human.
"A pureblooded Succubus will appear before a person in the form that person loves most. If a Succubus wishes, she can even transform into a form like ours—an Elf."
Cocotte pointed at herself, then continued.
"Oh, right. On a side note, there are also those who are not pureblooded Succubi."
At that, Heni gave a small start.
"They are the offspring left behind when a Succubus seeks pleasure with another race. They retain so of the Succubus's traits, but cannot transform into the appearance of another race."
"And they crave affection very intensely."
As Cocotte continued her explanation, Heni suddenly froze where she stood.
In that mont, it was as though every question she had ever harbored in her heart had found a perfectly reasonable answer.
No wonder that every ti she saw the Professor...
Deep within her heart, there would always be a restless, stirring longing.
As if she were craving sothing.
"So...am I a Succubus?"
She stood there in a daze, and the words slipped out of her involuntarily.
Hearing her, Cocotte looked even more bewildered than Heni herself, and blurted out:
"What did you just say?"
She guided her little cloud around, circling Heni, looking her up and down.
Then Cocotte pinched her chin and mulled it over for a mont.
Finally, she delivered a conclusion with great seriousness.
"Impossible! How could you possibly be a Succubus!"
"What kind of Succubus would be like you—nearly 20 years old and never once had a relationship?"
"If you were a Succubus, wouldn't you have long since suffocated from suppressing yourself?"
Heni stared at Cocotte blankly, opened her mouth, and found she had nothing to say.
"I..."
As if to attempt so kind of test, Heni made an extraordinarily bold move toward Cocotte.
She undid the buttons at her chest, slipped off her oversized robe, and revealed the curves of her body.
Upon seeing the body of this little Succubus, the forr Elven Council mber froze on the spot.
For the first ti in nearly a hundred years, a body that had never felt anything experienced a strange, rising heat.
It was as if an unprecedented kind of pleasure filled her heart to the brim.
Though the charm did not last very long.
After all, for a 4th-Tier Mage on the verge of crossing into the 5th Tier, even producing any effect at all was already quite remarkable.
But the pleasure that had touched Cocotte was deeply, indelibly imprinted upon her.
Cocotte's eyes went wide as she stared at Heni, who was flushed red and utterly mortified.
Then she abruptly looked down and made a quick comparison with her own figure.
"...I'm sorry."
"I believe you."
***
The Clavena household enjoyed a stretch of calm, long overdue.
Over the course of roughly 3 days, Helnersen—away at the family's ho territory—carefully handpicked a large number of Demi-human guards for Viktor and sent them to the Royal Capital manor.
Nearly 100 Shadow Guards stood in perfectly serious formation on the vast Training Ground of the Clavena household, arranged in neat, precise rows, awaiting orders.
The Shadow Guards all wore hoods and cloaks, with only the varied colors of their eyes visible.
They cut a thoroughly disciplined, well-trained appearance.
Leon stood at the very front of the entire unit and reported to Leah:
"Miss Leah, everyone has assembled."
"They are all elite mbers who rose to the top of the training camp."
Still, Leon was a little curious.
Why had Miss Leah suddenly summoned all these Demi-human guards to the Royal Capital?
For Demi-humans, the Royal Capital was a very dangerous place.
Here, the discrimination and mistreatnt they faced was far more severe.
Strict laws stated that upon encountering a Demi-human, any person was entitled to have them expelled from the city.
If their Demi-human identities were exposed in the Royal Capital, they were very likely to face ill treatnt.
Leah finished counting heads and gave Leon a nod.
"Mm. Have them line up for now. As for exactly what needs to be done—we'll wait for Viktor to arrive."
"Vi...Viktor?"
Leon was a little confused. What did any of this have to do with Viktor?
But very soon, a man wearing a Coat appeared before the assembled group.
The Crow perched upon his shoulder was like a symbol of his identity.
Everyone recognized the man before them.
Viktor Clavena.
The true master of the Clavena household.
The mont he appeared, it was as if a terrifying oppressive force descended with him, pressing down upon the heads of every Demi-human present.
Like a monstrous beast capable of ending the world, silently scrutinizing them all.
Every Shadow Guard lowered their head, not even daring to et the man's gaze.
But Viktor would not grant them what they wished for.
"Raise your heads. All of you."
"Remove your hoods. Take off your masks. Look at ."
The words, carrying a tone that brooked no refusal, rang out in the ears of every last person present.
Their bodies trembled slightly—and then, very obediently, they pulled off their hoods and masks.
Every one of their faces and figures was laid bare for all to see.
Viktor looked at them with calm, level eyes.
Nearly all of these Demi-humans had cat ears or dog ears atop their heads.
Viktor observed them in silence. Then, beneath his feet, an enormous Magic Formation suddenly materialized.
Crimson and erald-green intertwined in a luminous pattern that began to spread across the sandy ground, enveloping every Demi-human within it.
Brilliant light surged upward from the earth, seeming to illuminate the entire Training Ground completely. The dazzling two-colored radiance churned and shifted ceaselessly across the ground.
Before long, an imnse Formation, dense with intricate patterns, began to converge from the edges inward toward the center.
All of the Demi-humans stood within the Magic Formation, feeling that terrifyingly powerful force, and a faint, sharp stinging sensation spread across their bodies.
Before Viktor's eyes, the levels and health bars of each Demi-human appeared.
Their average was around Level 25, with so at Level 26 and Level 27.
All of them were at the 2nd-Tier.
Helnersen's eye for talent was quite good indeed.
Then, as that awe-inspiring Magic Formation pulsed with its trendous power, the sky above gradually beca veiled by dark, heavy clouds.
Ripples began to appear in the sky, spreading slowly outward.
It was as if sothing had started falling downward from above.
Everyone present involuntarily raised their heads, watching as a corner of sothing peeked through from within those ripples.
It was sword blades. And battle armor.
They glead with faint light, falling from the sky one after another like teors descending toward the earth.
With perfect, unerring precision, each one landed directly in front of each Demi-human.
The Demi-humans looked down with faint confusion, and without exception, gazed at the heavy armor and sharp blades before them.
Seeing this, Leah couldn't help but narrow her eyes and let out a soft laugh.
"Well then. Now I finally understand what all these weapons and pieces of equipnt are actually for."
At the center of the Training Ground, Viktor's voice rang out like the toll of an enormous bell, thundering in all directions.
"Do you want to beco stronger?"
That voice seed powerful enough to scatter every last mote of dust from the air. The overcast gloom in the sky, too, seed to gradually disperse sowhat beneath that resounding peal.
"Do you want to earn the respect that belongs to you—to no longer face discrimination and oppression?"
In a daze, it seed as though they heard it.
A sharp, hoarse voice, rging and overlapping with Viktor's own.
Before their eyes, the man's silhouette seed to shift ever so slightly.
As if he had transford into a vast and mysterious jet-black Crow.
It beat its wings, flashing and fluttering without cease.
As if proclaiming so wondrous divine revelation.
"Then follow . Revere ."
All at once, several black waterfalls began rising from the ground, flowing in reverse up toward the sky.
The clear sky, now swept free of dark clouds, gradually connected with those black, upward-surging torrents.
They watched, stunned, at this eerie and impossible sight.
Like a hallucination.
"And then—"
The instant those words fell, above the reverse-flowing black torrent, an enormous solitary eye rose into view.
Vast and unsettling, the great eye raised a long, slit pupil.
As if it were looking them all up and down, scrutinizing them from above.
Beneath that gaze, their very souls seed to twist and warp.
All that echoed in their ears, constant and unceasing, was that vast, boundless voice belonging to a god.
"—Believe in !"
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