Chapter 225: The Evil God's Measurements: A Pink Nurse’s Double Attack (3)

Their voices chimed in unison, bright and cheerful.

Shia: ???

He had been expecting a harsh interrogation.

What was this turn of events?

Did he just accidentally unlock a bizarre CG?

If you can’t beat them, join them?

Shia sat there, his head spinning with questions.

“What are you two doing?” he finally managed to ask.

“We can't let that old woman win!”

Nia straightened her back, tilting her chin up slightly, her youthful face filled with indignation. Her words were startlingly bold.

“Today, I’m going to cleanse Master of all the filth left on him!”

Shia nearly jumped up to cover her mouth.

Do you even realize what you’re saying?

And do you know who you’re calling "old woman"? If Diana heard this, she’d flip the heavens upside down!

Moreover, saying such rebellious things with such an innocent face… it was just too surreal.

Meanwhile, Rong had already stepped forward with a medical kit, her small face serious as she approached the bed.

The pink nurse’s cap on her head was adorned with a white cross, and her pink nurse uniform had a cross-collar design with a skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing her slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

Stolen novel; please report.

She set down the medical kit with a formal air.

“Master, we will take good care of you!”

Nia followed closely, tugging at her neckline in frustration.

She wore a similar outfit, but the difference in their figures was far too noticeable.

Nia frowned and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Why won’t the buttons close? This is already the largest size!”

Her neckline gaped open, exposing her smooth, pale skin and delicate collarbones. The distress in her voice was genuine.

Standing side by side before Shia, the contrast between the two girls was immediately apparent.

Rong froze the moment she heard Nia’s complaint. She instinctively glanced at herself.

Her nurse outfit fit perfectly.

In fact, it was a little loose.

It’s practically making me want to cry, she thought.

Recalling her own succubus lineage compared to Nia’s, Rong couldn’t help but mechanically tilt her head.

Wait, who’s supposed to be the succubus here?

Why? Just why?!

Her scarlet eyes grew hollow, reflecting her spiraling thoughts.

This is a height I’ll never reach, isn’t it?

Even after leaving Dreamland, she still found herself questioning her worth every day. The focus had simply shifted—from doubting her bloodline to doubting her entire species.

She was hurt, deeply hurt.

Same outfit, but why does the difference have to be this big?!

The sadness hit her harder.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here.

Rong lowered her head in dejection, completely lost in her thoughts.

Nia, however, paid no attention to Rong’s emotional spiral. She gave her a casual pat on the shoulder, her focus instead fixed on Shia. Her green eyes sparkled with determination, nearly glowing.

The golden-haired elf princess-nurse wasted no time beginning her "service."

With her youthful face, petite and soft figure, and proportions that defied her appearance, she had the heart of an older sister.

For instance, at that very moment, she was sitting in front of Shia, pressing him into her chest to “comfort” him.

“Be good and call me ‘big sister’~.”

Call her what?

Shia felt his dignity as a man being stomped on.

Furious, he clenched his teeth.

You want me to call you ‘big sister’? Dream on!

But who was Nia?

With her innate ability to read emotions, every thought in Shia’s mind was laid bare to her.

Nia grabbed his face and forced him to look directly into her soft green eyes. Her expression was one of pure, sisterly warmth, her smile radiating boundless patience.

“Since you’re already so ‘dirty,’ there’s no point in holding back anymore.”

“Come on, just be a good boy and call me big sister~!”

As she spoke, she leaned closer, her innocent eyes gleaming with a mischievous light.

She truly was saying the most ruthless things with the cutest expression.

Shia turned his head away, firmly rejecting the proposition.

“No!”

“And I’m not dirty!”

“Then how do you explain those photos?”

“I was forced!”

“Bad Master! Still trying to lie to us with such a clumsy excuse.”

Nia pouted, her wide, innocent eyes full of disbelief.

“I’m telling the truth!” Shia tried his best to defend himself.

But facing those wide, guileless green eyes, Shia faltered.

It was hopeless.

She had already made up her mind, and no matter what he said, she wasn’t going to believe him.

Besides, how could he even prove his innocence?

Before he could come up with an answer, he felt something warm pressing against his back.

Rong, who had been silently sulking, had moved behind him, her soft body leaning into his back.

Shia stiffened and instinctively tried to lean forward to escape the intimate contact.

But Rong’s firm voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Master, I’m taking your measurements. Don’t move!”

Her small, soft hands wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.

Nia nodded in agreement, her innocent face full of earnest seriousness.

“That’s right. Patients should lie still and behave.”

With her body pressing against him from the front, Shia was completely pinned.

Could he reason with her?