Chapter 226: The Evil God's Measurements – A Pink Nurse’s Double Attack (4)

Sure, he could try, but whether she would listen—or even understand—was a different matter entirely.

Rong, still leaning into his back, wore her usual stoic expression. But one look at her face made it clear she was upset.

Master smells awful!

What horrible things did that woman do to him?

The scent of Diana clung to Shia like an invisible stain, and Rong couldn’t stand it.

His body should carry her scent alone. There was no room for the smell of any other woman.

Her cheeks puffed up in frustration as she hugged him tighter, determined to erase every trace of Diana’s presence.

Shia’s brain seemed to sync up with hers in that moment, and the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

“You’re not seriously trying to replace her scent with yours, are you?”

“Hmph~!”

The dissatisfied hum from behind him was all the confirmation he needed.

Shia looked to the heavens, his face full of silent despair.

This little girl was getting more and more possessive.

Of course, Rong would never admit it.

It was just her succubus instincts at work.

This wasn’t her doing—it was her genes!

Rong lifted her head and rested her chin on Shia’s shoulder, meeting Nia’s gaze.

The two nurses exchanged a look and seemed to come to a silent agreement.

Nia pressed harder against Shia from the front, while Rong tightened her hold from behind.

Together, they would purge him of Diana’s “corruption.”

“We’re not letting her win!”

Faced with their combined assault, Shia could only groan.

Their overwhelming attention left him caught between pleasure and pain.

“Master, do you feel the love of your nurse sisters?” Nia cooed, her delicate hands cradling his face as she pulled him closer.

Her ample chest pressed against him without restraint, the soft curves deforming slightly under the pressure.

Behind him, Rong’s soft body clung to his back, her small hands far from innocent as they hugged him tightly.

Caught between the two girls, Shia was utterly trapped, and the sensation of being squished between them was almost too much to handle.

It was a situation that felt far too similar to the drunken incident he had barely managed to escape from last time.

But this time was different—they were sober.

If he made another mistake now, there would be no excuses to fall back on.

Shia realized that if this continued, things would only spiral further out of control.

To break free from this crisis, he had to take the initiative.

His gaze locked onto Nia.

The innocent look on her pretty face made her seem easy to fool.

Shia made his move, determined to turn the tables.

Although she looked naturally clueless, in reality, she wasn’t easy to fool.

Still, a simple and socially anxious little succubus was much easier to target.

Rong’s cheek was pressed against Shia’s shoulder, rubbing affectionately, her face adorably flushed.

The warmth of his body beneath her hand gradually absorbed her scent.

The scent of a mischievous bad girl spreading all over—how delightful!

Her master’s scent was incredibly alluring, and she absolutely loved it.

Behind her, the succubus tail swayed happily, her eyes narrowing in pure comfort.

However, her wandering little hand was suddenly caught mid-motion.

Her tiny hand was completely enveloped in Shia’s grasp.

Rong’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened slightly.

Though her gaze still carried a hint of dreamy intoxication.

Being by her master’s side felt so comforting!

Shia tilted his head slightly, a faint but gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Rong, let me give you a kind reminder."

"After all these encounters, you should be well aware of the consequences of provoking your master, right?"

His voice was clear and light, but it sent a chill down Rong’s spine.

In an instant, vivid memories flashed through her mind.

Everything always started off so well, but in the end, she was the one who suffered, thoroughly bullied and left pitiful.

Their current intimate posture only allowed Rong to see a small part of Shia’s side profile, not his full expression.

But in her mind, she could already imagine her master’s dangerous smile.

From their first meeting and teaming up, he had always behaved more like a demon than she ever could.

There were so many moments—him taking her in initially, their time spent together in Fantasyland, and even the last trial when she tried asserting her dominance with playful rubs, only to end up begging for mercy herself.

The memories, like an electric current, surged through her mind in an instant.

Countless scenes flooded her consciousness, and Rong shuddered violently.

When she looked at Shia again, her gaze had cleared significantly.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Shia held it firmly, making escape impossible.

A sheepish smile appeared on Rong’s face as she silently edged away, no longer daring to continue her affectionate rubbing.

"Uh, well, Master, I just checked, and you’re doing great. I... I’ll take my leave now, alright?"

Shia smiled faintly and finally released her hand.

"Good, as long as you’re done checking."

He reached out and gently patted the little maid’s head.

Rong’s entire body shivered violently.

"Alright, off you go and play."

Shia waved his hand dismissively.

Rong let out a huge sigh of relief and bolted faster than a rabbit.

The flat-chested little nurse fled the battlefield in despair, curling up pitifully in a corner.

Her speed was akin to an arrow leaving the string.

'Whimper, whimper, whimper! The master is way too scary when he gets fierce!'

Even if she were given two hundred times the courage, she wouldn’t dare provoke him again!

A total collapse on the spot!

The alliance they had just formed instantly disintegrated.