— What can you do? — — Briar's question was enough for Laurel to lose some of her affection for her. The mere thought of needing to reveal the succubus system to the world was so shameful that she preferred instant death.
Laurel blinked slowly as she looked at Briar, who was sitting on the bed with her almost dry hair shining softly and feeling soft to the touch, her pale skin looking delicate.
Elize blinked a few times; regardless of how many times she looked, Eve always looked as beautiful as a living painting with her golden curls framing her face, her tight dress contouring her breasts. Elize continued to look from one side to the other, feeling uncomfortable about not being able to look away for a long time.
— Why should I tell you? — An angelic smile graced Eve's face. She had slipped into defensive mode without even realizing it.
— I can heal people, — Elize said before Briar could retort rudely. — But sometimes, if it's too much for me, I get hot and in a lot of pain. That's normal, Eve. —
Yes, Laurel knew that. Oh, how she knew. That was the main reason Elize was underneath Derek, moaning.
Laurel looked away from Briar to Derek, who was staring at her intensely. People were doing that a lot lately. Maybe it was that level two in beauty, or the fact that she freaked out about the pain. She couldn't help but feel frustrated at not being able to rest after going through what she would describe as the worst moment of her life.
— I have the incredible ability to be adorable, — she said, smiling sweetly despite boiling with anger inside. She tilted her head and smiled at Briar.
— Eve. — Derek scolded, but even he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. His thin lips pressed into a line.
— Sorry. — Laurel barely recognized the dissimulation in her own voice.
— We won't force you. We'll leave you alone. — he didn't look a second time as he started to leave with the group behind them. — Let's rest. —
She lay down again, trying to relax. She felt like a broken robot, unable to handle so much information without overheating.
Laurel smacked herself in the forehead, scolding herself for being rude to one of the harem members. What if she wanted revenge later? Laurel just hoped she went with a knife and not sexually like in an ecchi.
Not God. She would rather be shot, knifed, or thrown into the midst of zombies than be the victim of a rubbish revenge from a rubbish ecchi.
it was still a suspicion. She was already getting a good idea of what these rules of the universe were like, and the sharp pang of pain she felt every time she thought about leaving the protagonist's side and running away from all the trouble. Which sucked since the issue usually followed protagonists.
— Open system? — she asked, watching the shiny panel open.
Class: Succubus Level:2
Character name: Eve Prescott - status: flu
Active Skills: None found
Passive Skills:
- Aphrodite: Basic Seductress Skill - Level 2 - Description: Increases attractiveness.
- I'm an ant!: When activated, the user can carry 20 times their body weight and run great distances. Level 1: you can carry twice your own weight and run 2 kilometers without stopping.
Unique Ability: None found
Titles: None found
Skill points: 2
level 1:Disinhibition. level 1: Masturbation; Level 3: pain resistance. Level 2: Insanity
Level 1: Acting.
—What the…— She read something that wasn't there the last time she saw the panel. Would the ant's ability have to evolve until it reached 20 times its own weight? Of course, what could Laurel expect from the trash succubus system? Her pale face quickly turned red.
Laurel bit her thumb, bothered by the feeling of having a healthy nail instead of her usual brittle nails, her wild curls cascading over her face.
What should she do?
What should she do?
She wanted to act like Eve but didn't know what Eve looked like, so she could only be Laurel. She wanted to be able to see her mother again. Who would take care of her mother in her old age? This was bad. Her angular nose twitched in concern.
Great, her thoughts were wandering again, and not to anything really productive.
Laurel got out of bed, unable to shake off the uncomfortable feeling.
Was she forgetting something? It couldn't be.
She had brushed her teeth, hidden the tastiest sweets in her own room, closed all the windows on the first night.
— The protagonist's fucking room! — She stood up suddenly, her bare feet barely catching on the floor before running into the next room as if her life depended on it.
Derek was standing next to the damn bed, the same bed that was still messy. He had the sheet in his hands, smelling the sheet where she had masturbated the night before. He looked at her, his black eyes shining brightly. Laurel didn't know someone's eyes could actually glow. Was it even humanly possible?
Swallowing hard, she stepped back.
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but the door closed with a thud. Laurel blinked at nothing before turning to run back to her own room, but she bumped into someone. Her bare skin was barely covered by a tuft of cloth that contoured her entire body as if it were a second skin. It was Briar in all her glory.
— Watch where you're going! — Briar shouted angrily, but she only saw a blur pass by her. Ignoring that Briar was on the floor, half-naked.
Laurel entered and slammed the door to her own room in seconds, determined to never leave it again. Her racing heart was all she could hear and feel. Her slightly trembling hands rested on her rosy cheeks. She remembered why she was a girl who preferred to read and not interact with people.
— What the fuck was that? —
She leaned against the wall, sliding dramatically toward the floor. She hadn't even gone out to face the zombies yet, and she already hated that universe.