[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (6). Fragile

[Exclusive] TIS 1328.3 R18 Beach Episode (6). Fragile

Pearl held the cards out like some divine temptress offering fate itself.

I slid one out slowly.

Flipped it.

Ivy.

A slow grin pulled at my mouth.

“Oh.”

Across the room, Ivy’s head snapped up.

She stood immediately, eyes sparkling like she’d just won the lottery. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

She practically skipped forward and grabbed a card from the role pile. The second she read it, her smile froze.

Then her jaw dropped.

Then she whispered, “How can I do this?”

Now that caught my attention.

I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”

She blinked up at me, cheeks faintly pink. “This is…”

She bit her lip and glanced around at the girls, who were now leaning forward in interest.

The entire room went silent for one beat.

Then erupted.

Mia gasped.

Zalira laughed low.

Ruby’s eyes lit up like she’d just found religion.

Diamond nearly spilled her drink.

I stared at Ivy and exhaled slowly.

“Please don’t make me die of curiosity.”

She leaned in close, whispering near my ear. “Room twenty-seven.”

Her lips brushed my earlobe intentionally.

“I’ll be waiting for you… Your Highness.”

Then she turned and walked away.

Not hurried.

Deliberate sway of hips.

Succubus mode fully activated.

I huffed dramatically once she disappeared down the hallway.

“Please,” I muttered, “someone distract me before I start imagining every possible scenario.”

Pearl smirked. “You look nervous.”

“I don’t get nervous.”

“You look… anticipatory,” Diamond corrected with a lazy smile.

Emma stood gracefully from her seat. “How about food?”

I blinked.

“Food?”

She nodded warmly. “You’ve put in a lot of work tonight. You need actual fuel. Not just… game energy.”

Olivia popped up instantly. “I already brought some.”

She came back carrying a tray.

And I swear, my eyes sparkled.

Fresh grilled skewers. Garlic butter rice. Roasted vegetables. Something that smelled sinful in an entirely different way.

I sat down immediately.

“You are a blessing,” I told Olivia.

She grinned. “I know.”

Emma placed the tray properly in front of me. “Eat. Slowly.”

“Define slowly.”

She gave me a look.

I sighed and picked up a skewer.

The first bite hit and I groaned softly.

“Oh, I can ejaculate here.”

Luna leaned closer. “Better than us?”

“Different category,” I said quickly.

Zalira chuckled. “He needs nutrients to survive our chaos.”

Mia slithered around behind me again, chin resting on my shoulder as I ate. “So. Nervous?”

I chewed thoughtfully.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Liar,” Ruby said bluntly.

I swallowed and pointed at her with the skewer.

“I’m curious.”

“There’s a difference.”

Pearl tilted her head. “You’re not used to being the one told what to do.”

I paused.

That… was true.

I leaned back slightly, plate still in hand.

“She’s a succubus,” I muttered. “And she just read a card that made her jaw drop.”

Diamond hummed. “Maybe she’s going to drain you.”

Mia’s tail tightened slightly around my waist. “Maybe she’s going to make you beg.”

Zalira’s eyes glinted. “Maybe she’ll tie you up and whisper sweet humiliations until you crack.”

I stared at them.

“You are enjoying this too much.”

“Yes,” Pearl said calmly.

I rubbed my temples once.

The problem wasn’t fear.

The problem was anticipation.

Ivy wasn’t Celia. She wasn’t shy. She wasn’t hesitant.

She was confident. Calculating. Playful. Dangerous in her own way.

And if the card truly put her in control…

I set my plate down.

Finished my drink.

And stood.

“Okay.”

Mia’s eyes widened. “Already?”

I nodded.

“If I wait any longer, I’m going to imagine worse things than reality.”

Olivia laughed. “That’s fair.”

Emma adjusted my collar gently. “Be safe.”

I snorted. “From a succubus?”

She smiled sweetly. “Exactly.”

Ruby leaned in close. “If she makes you squirm, I want details.”

“Absolutely not.”

Pearl called out as I turned toward the hallway, “Room twenty-seven!”

“I know!”

My tail flicked behind me as I walked and teleported away.

Shadow swallowed me whole for a split second, then spat me back out in front of a familiar door.

Room twenty-seven.

How did I know?

Because I’d passed it earlier. Once. Casually. Not expecting it to matter.

Now it did.

I stood there, wings stretching slightly behind me, horns still curving from my head. My demonic aura hummed low in my chest like a steady engine.

I exhaled.

“Okay,” I muttered to myself. “I guess I’m keeping the demonic form.”

If I was the demon king, then I’d look like one.

I pushed the door open.

The scent hit me first.

Soft vanilla. Warm. Sweet but not overwhelming. Mixed with faint rose and something powdery and innocent. The lighting was different from the rest of the villa. Softer. Warmer. Like candlelight filtered through silk curtains.

The room…

This was not a battlefield.

Not an altar.

This was a princess’s chamber.

White and gold drapes cascading from the ceiling. A wide bed dressed in pale satin. Pillows arranged neatly. Even the floor rug looked plush and delicate.

And there she was.

Ivy.

But not Ivy.

No horns.

No tail.

No wings.

Her hair fell softly over her shoulders in gentle waves. She wore a flowing princess gown, pale and elegant, fabric cascading around her like she’d stepped out of some fantasy film.

Her face?

Serene.

Elegant.

Shy.

Almost fragile.

It was so wrong.

I took a folded note from the table near the door.

“The role. She is the delicate and soft princess. And he is the demon king. She is here to be his bride.”

I lowered the paper slowly and looked at her again.

Yeah.

This softness was absurdly out of character.

Ivy was a succubus. Bold. Confident. Always the one whispering wicked things in my ear.

But now?

She looked like she might faint if I breathed too hard.

Interesting.

I stepped forward.

Slow.

Deliberate.

The floor barely made a sound under my boots.

She lifted her gaze to meet mine.

“Ah…” she said gently. “Your Majesty. You came.”

Her voice was soft.

Almost timid.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’d never seduced a soul in her life.