A succubus, acting like this?
‘No, this despicable succubus must be trying to mess with my Daoist Heart again.’
“Let it go!”
“You despicable succubus.”
Aililan let out a soft huff.
However, all she received in return was the giggling of the succubus, Ginea. “Yes, yes, I am a despicable succubus. But don’t you actually want to have me? Do you dare to swear to your God that you don’t have even the slightest improper thought about me?”
Aililan: “Preposterous.”
Ginea: “Human Saintess, you’re getting defensive.”
Aililan gave a cold snort and ignored her, walking to the table to continue concocting various magical potions.
Ginea moved, her chains clinking as she followed.
She came up behind Aililan and pressed against her, but Aililan remained unmoved. This kind of drama had played out more than once; the Saintess simply defined it as the succubus refusing to give up on her wicked intentions.
Sure enough.
Ginea merely leaned against her gently.
Resting her chin on Aililan’s shoulder and pressing her body against the Saintess’s back, she said with a slight ripple in her voice, “What kind of magical potion are you planning to brew for me today?”
Aililan said coldly, “Don’t ask about things that don’t concern you.”
Ginea found it boring and said, “Fine, fine, I won’t ask.”
Aililan also felt helpless.
‘I’ve already used the whip and Yang’s Therapy, yet Ginea still doesn’t know how to change? Why is she so stubborn? Sigh.’
While she was thinking…
Aililan suddenly felt Ginea’s body stiffen behind her. The succubus’s consciousness seemed to blur and scatter, her mouth mumbling gibberish as she panted slightly.
Aililan: ?
Wait!
What did this succubus just do? She… she actually shivered against her back.
Aililan was very angry. She swept the jars and bottles off the table, and the freshly brewed potion bottle shattered on the floor. The unfinished potion inside began to evaporate and spread. She only thought it smelled rather pleasant; the potion brewed today was very fragrant.
But none of this affected Aililan. As long as she was aware of any concoction, a slight activation of her Authority of the Virtue of Chastity could neutralize those effects.
Right now, she was just a bit annoyed. She said coldly, “Ginea, what are you doing?”
Ginea giggled and said, “Why so serious? Didn’t I just shiver against you? You won’t kill me anyway.”
A faint fragrance permeated the air.
Ginea hadn’t expected the potion brewed today to be so fragrant.
This seemed… even more helpful for flirting. Furthermore, she had to admit that Aililan’s knowledge of magical potions was improving at a frightening speed.
If the potions from 1 month ago were just a simple application of drugs…
Then the potion brewed now was already of a very high standard. At the very least, it allowed Ginea to maintain her sanity while invisibly magnifying her desires.
Moreover, the way she looked at Aililan was becoming increasingly soft. Previous potions only turned her into a demon of pure lust, but the current potion gave her a sense of heartthrob.
It was almost like… being in love?
Ginea said with misty eyes, “Human Saintess… Aililan, can I call you that?”
“I suddenly realized…”
“I seem to have fallen in love with you.”
Aililan: “…”
Aililan snorted coldly and scolded, “You succubus, what little scheme are you playing at now?”
Ginea: “There is no scheme.”
Aililan sneered, “I won’t believe a single word from a succubus.”
Ginea: “I…” Just as she was about to explain, a white light flashed from Aililan’s hand, already dispelling her abnormal state.
Ginea: Huh?
Wait, what just happened?
Had she… really just felt like she was in love?
That feeling seemed quite wonderful, or was it a hallucination produced after being disciplined for too long?
At this time, Aililan had already walked over and asked, “Speak. How were the effects?”
This was almost a routine inquiry. Since Aililan was conducting potion experiments on her, she naturally had to ask about the results.
But she had made a very serious and basic mistake: her experimental sample was too small, and the subject was an intelligent succubus with her own subjective agency.
Ginea’s responses…
Were usually a mix of truth and lies.
They contained both resistance and a hint of revenge, as well as a lingering fear that she would be discarded once she lost her usefulness.
Ginea said, “I’m hungry.”
Aililan sighed helplessly upon hearing this.
She went to the prison door and rang a bell.
Before long, the Head Maid, Yarandale, arrived. She noted down the things Ginea needed before hurriedly leaving.
Turning around, Aililan went back to studying the potions.
What she didn’t see was Ginea secretly dipping her finger into some of the potion residue spilled on the ground. She wanted to verify something now.
Calculating the time.
By the time Yarandale returned.
Ginea ingested the remaining potion residue again, and that strange feeling surged up once more.
She looked at Yarandale and felt nothing special.
She looked at Aililan and—holy crap… this Saintess, crowned with the name of Chastity, was truly pleasing to the eye! She really liked her; that feeling of being in love was back.
Ginea ate her food, trying to distract herself.
But the potion’s effect would not lie; a sentiment nearly identical to passionate love was churning within her.
It made her shoulders tremble uncontrollably. Seeing this, Aililan couldn’t help but frown and demand, “What tricks are you playing now?”
Ginea used all her strength to suppress it before saying, “Maybe… maybe it’s because that potion you just broke evaporated into the air, and I breathed it in again.”
Aililan: “How troublesome.”
She threw another wave of Holy Light over.
She helped Ginea neutralize the potion’s effect.
*Phew—*
*Haaa—*
Ginea panted heavily, while internally screaming, ‘Damn, did this girl really manage to brew such a terrifying magical potion?’
‘No, I can’t let her finish making it.’
‘Wait, that’s not right. This kind of epoch-making magical potion will make our succubus race great again!’
‘I must get my hands on the formula.’
At this moment, Aililan’s inquiry came again: “Well? How were the effects?”
Ginea ate her snacks while saying, “This potion of yours isn’t working. I didn’t have much of a reaction.”
Aililan pondered and said, “Hmm, then the next version it is.”
Since it wasn’t very useful.
Aililan already planned to change the formula.
This was because Ginea looked indeed less overwhelmed by desire than after previous tests. Perhaps she had added too little of certain ingredients.
“Wait a moment,” Ginea suddenly said.
“Hmm?” Aililan cast a suspicious gaze.
Ginea tried to lead her on, saying, “But after using it, my Favor toward you seems to have increased quite a bit. Maybe it’s the fragrance in the potion? What exactly did you add in there? Why don’t you tell me?”
Aililan frowned and said, “I did add some aromatic plant materials. Did it affect the drug’s potency?”
“There’s more, what else?”
“What does a succubus like you care so much for?”
“I—”
“Shut up, lowly demon.”
One with ulterior motives.
One, a Goddess Lady kept in a cage.
Magical potions, fragrance, Favor… Aililan felt like this formula sounded more like perfume.
‘Forget it, I’ll just keep a record of this version’s formula for now. It wouldn’t be bad to produce this kind of perfume in the future; it’ll be perfect for scamming those Elves who have too much money and not enough brains.’
Elf: “MMP?”