Volume 1 Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Black Lake’s Humble Tent in the Autumn Night, Betrayer Dorothy!

After consuming the mercenaries’ portable pig food, Lolth deeply regretted not showcasing her culinary skills.

The meal was so unpalatable that referring to it as pig food was an overstatement.

The pigs she raised in the torture tower enjoyed a far more nutritious and flavorful diet.

Yet, most mercenaries exhibit this peculiar "sense of contradiction."

They might squander all their earnings post-mission, indulging in pleasures, yet during missions, they transform into ascetics.

This duality baffled Lolth.

It seemed as though all mercenaries could distinctly separate their "work" from their "life," as if they were two different personas.

Lolth, however, did not share this sentiment.

Perhaps it was because she had no desire to work.

She preferred to enjoy life and ponder how to live while working.

Nevertheless, she managed to finish her meal with a cheerful demeanor.

Dorothy, on the other hand, was not as critical. The young princess ate delicately, her expression unchanging.

After dinner, Lolth attended to a few injured mercenaries and was then escorted to a tent by the former female knight deputy commander.

The tent was far from luxurious, lacking the comforts of Lolth’s usual accommodations, but it provided basic warmth.

It was, however, rather cramped.

"So, Her Excellency Doyle and Miss Paqi, please make do here for the night," the female knight offered.

Lolth nodded slightly.

"Thank you, anyway."

She entered the tent with Dorothy.

It was a standard portable outdoor tent, constructed from resilient plant fibers and secured with the bones of magical beasts. Inside, a cheap crystal lamp hung.

With a touch of magic, the lamp emitted a dim light, illuminating the small tent where standing was a challenge, revealing the texture of the plant fibers on the tent cloth.

A thin straw mat lay on the ground, serving as a makeshift bed for two.

Lolth surveyed the modest setup, sat down, and expressed her apologies to Dorothy.

"I’m sorry, Dorothy… We might have to endure this for one night."

She sat cross-legged beside the straw mat, scratching her head.

"It’s alright, teacher," Dorothy replied, sitting beside Lolth.

She chose not to sit opposite Lolth, despite the available space.

Instead, Dorothy naturally sat next to Lolth, facing the same direction.

She then gently leaned against Lolth.

"This is quite nice, actually."

Dorothy whispered softly.

Although she had held Dorothy close during the horseback ride…

This was entirely different.

The young girl was now actively leaning against her, especially in such a confined space…

Lolth felt her heartbeat quicken slightly.

This embrace was entirely different from the one during the ride.

"Calm down, Lolth, she is your disciple," Lolth reminded herself.

She took a deep breath, steadying her emotions.

She admitted that for a fleeting moment, her heart had fluttered.

But after all, this was her disciple who had lost her memory.

The very thought made Lolth feel a pang of shame!

However, she couldn’t bring herself to push Dorothy away; instead, she gently patted Dorothy’s head.

"Sleep now, Dorothy," she said, pulling a feather blanket from her spatial storage and spreading it over the grass mat. "You can sleep on the blanket, and I’ll sleep beside you."

The tent was too small to lay out another blanket.

Dorothy ran her fingers over the soft, fragrant feather blanket, glanced at Lolth, and blinked.

"But how can that be, teacher? Why don’t we sleep together?"

Lolth shook her head immediately.

"No, it’s fine. That would be too cramped," Lolth said, waving her hand dismissively. "I’ll sleep right next to you."

Truthfully, if she weren’t worried about making Dorothy feel rejected, Lolth would have preferred to spend the night sitting outside the tent.

After Lolth spoke, Dorothy tried to protest, but Lolth, with rare authority, cut her off.

"Enough. We have a long journey tomorrow, so you need to rest properly—go to sleep!"

With that, Lolth extinguished the small magical light hanging from the top of the tent.

The tent was plunged into darkness.

Though not entirely, as the plant fiber fabric allowed a faint glimmer of light to seep through.

The stars outside shone brightly in the night sky, casting a soft glow inside.

It felt like the quiet depths of the ocean.

Lolth lay beside the grass mat, watching the faint outline of Dorothy sitting on the blanket, and urged her again.

"Alright, alright, go to sleep!"

Dorothy finally realized she couldn’t sway Lolth and nodded gently.

"Okay, teacher."

As she spoke, she began to unbutton her robe.

Back at the City Master’s residence, she had already changed out of her plush costume and into her usual robe.

There were two fixed buttons at the collar, and when unbuttoned, they revealed a vast expanse of creamy, snow-white skin.

Reflecting the faint starlight, the veins and sharp marks beneath her pale skin were clearly visible.

She rolled up the hem of her robe with both hands, gently lifted her arms, and awkwardly slipped out of the robe that had a built-in lining.

It revealed her bare and slender upper body.

The lower part had only a tiny pair of panties.

Lolth watched this scene and couldn’t help but lick her upper lip.

She quickly averted her gaze, trying hard to forget what she had just glimpsed in the darkness.

But no matter what, she could not forget.

The girl’s actions of removing her clothes were simply too adorable and brimming with youthful charm.

The rustling sound of the fabric, combined with the enchanting beauty of a body cursed yet so endearing…

Although Lolth had seen Dorothy almost naked when they first met, helping to heal others and Dorothy undressing herself were entirely different matters.

Moreover, now that their feelings had changed, their emotions were also quite different.

"What are you doing?"

After turning her head, Lolth felt it seemed a bit forced, so she couldn’t help but ask.

But as soon as Lolth asked the question, she regretted it.

This made her seem even more foolish and awkward.

However, Dorothy was very natural about it.

"I’m taking off my clothes," her eyes seemed to adjust to the dim light, "Although I don’t really remember, I think I’m the type that sleeps without clothes… If it’s a problem for the teacher, I can put something on."

As Dorothy said this, Lolth still had her back to her, but waved her hand.

"Oh no, it’s fine, it’s fine. You just do what makes you comfortable."

Lolth said this, and Dorothy was silent for a moment.

"Well then, I will crawl under the blanket… I happen to feel a little cold."

As Dorothy spoke, there was a rustling sound behind Lolth, and the soft sound of the feather blanket being pulled back and then falling again.

"Huh."

Then, Dorothy’s voice echoed again.

"Alright, Teacher Lolth, turn around."

After hearing Dorothy’s words, Lolth turned her body to face Dorothy again.

What she saw next…

Was a feather blanket that had changed shape and Dorothy still lying on it.

Her hands naturally crossed over her chest, revealing the curves of a girl who has just started to grow.

A playful smile appeared on Dorothy’s face, a smile Lolth had never seen before during their time together.

Close by, Dorothy gently reached out a finger and tapped Lolth’s nose.

"Teacher—just kidding!"

She murmured softly, her voice laced with the light-hearted laughter of a young girl.

These were words that Dorothy, before her memory loss, would never have uttered.

Her face, usually so burdened with worries and marked by maturity, would never have displayed such a playful demeanor.

Even if a hint of it occasionally surfaced, it was never this coquettish.

Perhaps, for this girl, losing her memory also meant shedding her chains.

But Lolth couldn’t ponder over such thoughts now.

Dorothy’s fingertip brushed against her nose, and through that touch, her gaze wandered down to the girl’s face and figure.

The slightly raised shoulders, the head tilted gently amidst the soft folds of the blanket, the fluttering eyes, and the moist lips parting slightly—all of it instantly robbed Lolth of her ability to think.

It felt as if cold water had suddenly flooded her ears, creating a sharp, buzzing noise.

Her brain seemed starved of blood.

The only thing anchoring her to sanity was the last bastion built by the title "teacher."

Yes, she was Dorothy’s teacher.

She was, after all, three whole years older!

Wait, was it really that many years?

Lolth’s thoughts were a jumbled mess, yet she managed to push Dorothy’s fingers away.

"Stop fooling around, even with your teacher," she chided, though her voice was soft, devoid of any feigned sternness.

Hearing Lolth’s scolding, Dorothy opened her mouth, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Indeed, such a "playful" gesture was out of character for her.

But seeing Lolth’s bashful demeanor and hearing her playful reprimand, Dorothy suddenly felt that her bold, overstepping action wasn’t so bad after all.

It was like stepping through a door into a new world; a voice in her mind seemed to urge her to continue.

"I’m sorry, teacher," the words lingered on her tongue, swirled around, but Dorothy inexplicably swallowed them back.

She gently hooked her pinky around Lolth’s, speaking in a manner that was almost coquettish.

"But, teacher, I really am cold."

Dorothy said this, pressing her lips together.

Hearing Dorothy’s words, Lolth scratched her head.

She had indeed been a bit negligent; after all, it was still deep autumn.

Black Lake Marsh, being a forbidden place, was particularly damp, and the nights were indeed very cold.

Dorothy also had a habit of sleeping without clothes, so providing only one blanket was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

"That’s why I told you to take off your clothes to sleep," Lolth sighed and shook her head, "I’ll get you another blanket… just wait."

As Lolth said this, she attempted to sit up.

However, Dorothy, who had been holding her pinky finger, suddenly grasped her wrist, and her other hand opened wide.

Dorothy gave Lolth an unexpected tug.

Although Dorothy was not strong, Lolth’s physical condition was merely that of an ordinary, sedentary girl without the aid of magic.

The Succubus clan is known for their excellent figures and lighter bone structure, and Lolth’s body was particularly light; she weighed less than she appeared.

Moreover, she was completely off guard with Dorothy, so when Dorothy pulled her up suddenly, she naturally lost her balance and tumbled into Dorothy’s open embrace.

As Lolth fell into her arms, Dorothy swiftly wrapped her arms around Lolth’s waist, pressing her entire body close.

This was a completely different, intimate, face-to-face embrace, unlike the posture one would have while riding a horse.

The young girl’s smooth skin and delicate frame were almost entirely pressed against Lolth; the softness and smoothness of her developing belly and waistline allowed Lolth to feel the contours with her own skin.

Even their thighs were tightly pressed together, with Dorothy’s foot arch gently resting against Lolth’s ankle.

"We don’t need a blanket, Teacher Lolth… this is enough."

Dorothy rested her chin on Lolth’s shoulder and whispered softly.

"I won’t be cold at all holding the teacher."

"And I won’t be scared anymore."

As she spoke, Lolth felt Dorothy’s skin warming, her heartbeat quickening, and her breath becoming warmer, making it hard to discern whether they were merely sharing warmth or if she was providing her own heat.

In any case, Lolth also began to feel a bit warm.

But she felt somewhat awkward, unsure of where to place her hands, feet, or head.

Lolth felt like a life-sized hugging pillow.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional…

Her disciple had changed quite a bit since losing her memory!

Such disrespectful behavior towards a teacher… has occurred!

Although she instinctively enjoyed it a little, Lolth felt it was not appropriate.

After some thought, Lolth finally spoke up.

"Well… Dorothy…"

"How about we use the blankets instead…"

"If you’re scared to sleep alone, I can hold your hand. Hugging you so tightly isn’t really suitable since you’re already fifteen or sixteen."

Lolth spoke slowly, her tone somewhat tentative.

However, Dorothy did not respond to her.

After a long while, Lolth suddenly noticed Dorothy’s breath next to her ear, becoming deep and even.

This little girl was actually holding her…

And just like that, she had fallen into a deep sleep!

Upon realizing this, Lolth was stunned.

She gently stroked Dorothy’s head, slowly smoothing the girl’s silky hair.

"Alright, good night."

Lolth said softly.