The modulation of the other world is activated, and the bad woman cries miserably

Although Char felt that her evasive behavior was unnecessary, it was normal for a socially anxious person to feel shy when being caught in such an intimate scene.

Just wait for her to calm down on her own.

As he was busy with brewing, Char didn't bother with her and let her figure it out calmly on her own.

Long's steps were very fast. He was clearly cleaning, but his speed was as fast as if he was running away.

After he was out of Char's sight and lay down in the corner to make sure he didn't chase after him, Long heaved a long sigh of relief.

Then, when she turned around, she was met with a pair of cute eyes.

Looking at Nia, Long's body froze.

Why is she here?

Longmianqing forced himself to give a stiff smile, which was just a greeting.

Then he held the broom in his hand, but seemed a little absent-minded.

I always feel like I've forgotten something important.

what is it then?

As she was thinking, her eyes inadvertently met Nia who was looking at her curiously.

A ray of bright light flashed by, and I vaguely remembered.

It seems that my true identity has been discovered by Nia?

When Nia appeared on the rooftop that day, I seemed to be in the form of a succubus, right?

right! ?

It’s bad, the inferiority complex succubus is online Yu Yu~!

Seeing Long, who was so nervous and inferior that he was incoherent, a smile appeared on Nia's innocent face.

She opened her arms and gave Long a loving hug.

The succubus maid who was drawing circles in the corner fell into a warm embrace the next second.

The fierce one is soft and warms the heart.

"Don't be sad, Xiaolonglong, I still like you~!"

"You, you don't mind..." Am I a succubus?

She is the most despised succubus.

Incredible.

Long raised his head and looked at Nia's beautiful but immature face.

Didn't she hate herself?

Nia pressed Long's head onto her body.

"I don't mind at all~ I even think Long's original appearance is cuter!"

Nestled in front of the fierce loli, Long felt a little touched.

Although their relationship seems to be that of love rivals, does this count as her having a second friend?

The second friend who doesn’t mind being a succubus!

But the tears still flowed uncontrollably.

She buried her head deep in Nia's arms.

The soft milk aroma becomes more and more intense, full of reassuring flavor.

Why...it’s so big!

Then, Char was further alienated.

The maid Oboro and the slave elf became good friends and were inseparable every day.

It is no longer the awkward situation where the socially anxious guy and the natural idiot are staring at each other in a daze. Instead, Char, who was previously stuck by the two guys, becomes the stranger who is excluded?

But today, Long just huddled in the corner cautiously and swept the floor for the sixth time.

Because today, Nia is not here!

Xia felt that this was not a solution.

He thought the socially anxious kid's awkwardness would be over after a while.

One day, two days, and three days passed.

Not only did it not end, but he even got involved with a certain elf princess and didn't even get close to his master!

I feel a little angry and a little helpless.

Today is a good time to break the deadlock while a certain elf is away.

He sat down on the sofa and waved to Long, motioning her to come over.

But Long didn't move.

Char took the initiative to find a topic.

"How's your career progress lately?"

Long was still holding the broom in his hand, and when he heard Char's words, the vigilant expression on his face relaxed a little.

But he was not completely relieved and sat upright at the other end of the sofa.

As if facing a powerful enemy, her body was tense and she was ready to run away at any time.

She opened her mouth, but the sound was so quiet that no one could hear it except herself.

Char looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"Hey, I know you don't want to see me these two days, but you have to distinguish the priorities.

We are discussing your career right now, how can I hear you when you are so far away?"

As he spoke, Char patted the spot next to him.

"Sit over here."

Long was still holding the broom, not moving.

My body became even stiffer.

Char frowned.

"In the name of the master, I order you to come over and have a chat!"

Long bit her lower lip, hesitant.

But in the end, trust in Char prevailed.

He is right, it is just for better communication.

Professional matters are important, professional matters are important...

Long kept brainwashing himself in his mind, and then approached cautiously.

However, the naive succubus was caught as soon as she approached.

Long let out a small cry of surprise and subconsciously wanted to escape.

However, Char had already grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

The two of them pressed their bodies together, looking very intimate.

Long had already reacted by now, he was very sad and angry, his face flushed red.

"You you you, you..." That's too much!

She was about to reprimand him, but Char had already grabbed his manifesting tail.

The boy's breath was too strong. As soon as he smelled his scent, Long subconsciously showed his tail.

His weak spot was caught and his body suddenly went limp.

Char pinched his tail and smiled triumphantly.

Weakness get!

Long's little face was dyed into cherry pink little by little, and her watery eyes turned directly into a pool of mud.

The two horns on its forehead also grew out, and it was completely controlled by the evil master.

Tears were already welling up in her heart.

Woo woo woo, the master is really too much. He actually deceived me.

It’s over. I’m out of control!

The cat, which had been alert before, had now curled up into a ball, nestling softly in Char's arms.

The soft and beautiful girl has a rosy face, is delicate and well-behaved, and makes soft humming sounds in her throat, which makes people want to bully her.

The sun slowly climbed up to the middle of the sky and warmed the earth.

In the large and luxurious living room, the young man sat on the sofa, his nose filled with the delicate fragrance of a beautiful girl, full of tenderness.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy. Char stroked the cat from time to time, enjoying the time.

It feels great and is soft and delicate.

Well, in addition to her figure, Long also possesses the characteristics of the succubus clan.

The face of Long in his arms was flushed, and there was a hint of struggle in his big watery eyes. He moved slightly a few times.

However, the struggle was short-lived. After a while, the intensity of the struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally it stopped moving completely.

Warm, comfortable and safe.

It’s so nice to be touched~!

In the end, Long stayed in this comfortable harbor.

It was like a completely tamed kitten, squinting its eyes and letting Char stroke it.

He relaxed his body and thought about the previous topic, feeling a little worried.

Facing a master she could rely on, she felt the desire to talk.

Although I have found my career direction now, there are still many difficulties.

How difficult is it to create a new career?

The essence of a profession represents a complete system of logical rules, and gods are undoubtedly the top priority practitioners.

Now, she wants to create a profession that did not exist before, which means she has to practice an unsystematic rule again.

For existing professions, there are gods paving the way for you, there are countless people’s experiences, and there are ready-made teachers to guide you.

But assassin, no one has ever taken this as a profession.

To put it most bluntly, different professions have their own skill trees, and the skill trees of other professions have already been explored.

Whatever you need, whatever you train for, just work towards that direction.

But at this moment, Long needs to create a skill tree.

Everything was unknown, she could only study and try on her own, and then choose the combination that best suited her as an assassin.

It’s not that there are no successful precedents.

But as mentioned before, gods were the earliest practitioners of creative professions.

Those who can achieve success in their profession are all god-level beings.

After searching for information in the past few days, Long's heart became increasingly cold.

"There has never been a profession that ordinary people can create."

"Jacob, the God of Priests, is the one who created the profession of priests; Hill, the God of Swordsmen, is one of the strongest gods..."

"I looked through a lot of information, but couldn't find much useful information."

No matter how strong-willed Long is, she will still feel frustrated if she compares herself to a god.