They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

"Shouldn't you get close to someone you like?"

"We've already said we should be inseparable, so of course there can't be any gaps between us!"

"Hugging a friend you like is really comfortable, you should try it."

"Don't be afraid, just try it, just once, you'll like it!"

Even Longlian's expression froze.

I simply cannot imagine that I could do such a thing.

She even mentally replaced Nia's face with her own in the scene she had just witnessed.

That's absolutely terrifying!

How can you stand so close to someone?!

Seeing that Oboro looked utterly hopeless and completely worn out, Xia shook his head with a smile.

Indeed, the road to overcoming social anxiety is still long and arduous.

Xia's gaze shifted slightly, looking at the elven princess who was laughing and whining like a little bee in Oboro's ear.

A youthful face, an innocent smile.

Yet, beneath such a face, one always feels that darkness lurks.

Long squatted in the corner, hugging her knees and burying her head in them. Her whole body was ashen and miserable, making her look pitiful.

Xia looked on, feeling a little soft-hearted.

Was the child dealt too harshly?

He wanted to go over and offer some words of comfort, so as not to frighten the child too much.

But—Char's words of advice and comfort are completely unnecessary.

Long suddenly raised his head, his face full of determination.

"Although I can't do it now, I will try my best to overcome it!"

Not only did she fully recover, but it was as if the previous setbacks had no effect on her at all.

He even enthusiastically sought advice from Nia.

"How did you do that just now?"

Her big eyes blinked, she held a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, ready to take notes at any moment.

He looked like he was eager to learn.

Xia was somewhat taken aback, and stopped with his foot, which had just taken a step.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

You, a socially anxious person, are asking a naturally clueless person for advice?

I'm afraid he'll lead you astray!

Long really thought Nia was amazing, that she could be so close to her friend.

She just couldn't do it. Let alone being affectionate, the mere thought of physical contact made her feel terrified.

Therefore, Nia, who was able to overcome this mentality and interact with people openly and generously, was almost like a god in Oboro's eyes.

Even such a resilient succubus princess has moments of despair.

afternoon.

The sounds of kicking and banging came from inside the stadium, accompanied by the shouts of the girls.

Practical training is all about constant practice, practice, and more practice.

Long's hair was completely soaked with sweat, and she sat on the ground panting heavily.

She lost again, and she lost badly.

No matter how hard she trained, she could not achieve what others could easily accomplish.

Compared to other students who have a clear career path and a clear future, even though she worked twice as hard, she still couldn't keep up with the pace at all.

While appearances can be disguised, the bottleneck in the development of succubi is caused by the inherent limitations of the race itself.

That's something you're born lacking, and no amount of compensation later on can help.

Watching others receive praise from the teacher, their faces beaming with confidence, the succubus princess, who had suffered repeated defeats but never gave up, could only lick her wounds in a corner. How pitiful!

Such a gap cannot be bridged by hard work alone; it's like an insurmountable chasm.

On a moonlit night, the moonlight was as cool and clear as water.

On the rooftop, she was panting, wearing a white dress, her slender body appearing lonely in the wind.

She raised her head, gazing at the pure white moon, a lingering sense of melancholy in her heart.

Thinking about his performance in the afternoon's practical class, a faint sigh lingered in the wind.

She believed that she could find the answers she was looking for in the prestigious Seven Shields Academy.

Even here, after searching high and low, she still cannot find a way out for the succubus race.

After days of searching, what she finally found was not another career path for succubi, but an even more despairing truth.

How could she not feel bad about this?

Lost in grief and despair, Oboro didn't even hear the approaching footsteps.

Until a soft, warm blanket enveloped her.

Oboro turned his head and saw Char's face.

"You're wearing so little and getting chilled in the wind, be careful not to catch a cold."

He could tell that Long was unhappy, but he didn't say a word about the girl's feelings.

This unintentional tenderness deeply moved Oboro.

If Char were to come up and comfort her, asking about her troubles, it might be helpful, but it would also bring back painful memories.

However, her silence made her feel respected.

How could she be so cunning!

Even the strongest girl can't help but show her soft side when faced with a close friend she can rely on and who cares for her.

"Char."

"Ah."

Can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?

Char didn't answer, but silently moved a little closer.

Let actions speak louder than words.

Go ahead and lean on it, whatever.

Despite her soft and vulnerable heart, Oboro still leaned closer and nestled against Char's shoulder.

The boy's scent was faint and pleasant.

On this cold night, his body felt warm.

Broad shoulders, sturdy and reliable.

Long was like a ship that had been adrift on the sea for a long time, tired and lonely.

But now they have a safe haven to rely on.

It's not that we're inherently strong, but that we have no choice but to be strong and keep moving forward.

But no matter how hard she tries, she's still just a young girl.

There are many things she keeps buried deep in her heart.

To the outside world, there was no one to tell; to the inside world, her struggle against fate was not understood.

Because of her personality and race, she never said it aloud.

But now, she has the urge to confide in someone.

“I know that the path I have chosen is a very difficult one, one that no one has ever walked before, and one that is full of thorns and obstacles.”

"But I didn't expect it to be this difficult."

"The limitations of the succubus race are too great. They are physically weak, have very low magical reserves, and do not have the same level of understanding as humans."

"I've searched and tried for so long, but there's simply no profession suitable for us succubi."

"Besides this devastatingly beautiful appearance, he has nothing else."

"It's as if we were born with only one path: to succumb to Slaanesh."

"We are a race rejected by the gods, and we see no hope or future."

In the moonlit night, Long's voice was soft as she poured out the resentment and bitterness that had been suppressed in her heart for so long.

She hides her identity and has no friends. Only Xia Ya knows her identity, but doesn't look at her with strange eyes.