Succubi Chapter 211. Complicated Morning

Succubi Chapter 211. Complicated Morning

Sera blinked slowly.

I grabbed my towel. “Thanks.”

Her sleepy eyes softened faintly. “Mhm.”

Sera stepped under the water while I dried myself quickly, trying very hard not to look too long . A responsible student.

I got dressed in my uniform fast.

Not perfect.

Good enough.

Shirt buttoned. Tie slightly crooked. Jacket on. Hair still damp but manageable. I checked the mirror once and decided I looked less like “walk of shame” and more like “student who had a spiritually complicated morning.”

I left the bathroom before my willpower filed for resignation.

My room was quiet when I got back. I grabbed my bag, checked my books, stuffed everything inside, and glanced around like I was forgetting something.

Dignity? Gone.

Books? Packed.

Soul? Pending.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and headed toward the dining room.

The smell hit before I arrived.

Food.

Oh, beloved universe.

I stepped into the dining room and found everyone already there.

Lilith was seated with them, perfectly dressed now, elegant as ever, like she hadn’t been part of my emotional destruction a few minutes ago.

Damn her.

And the food…

Ah.

The food.

Plates of eggs. Toast. Meat. Fruit. Something baked and buttery. Tea. Juice. Warm soup. Rice. Honestly, I didn’t care what half of it was. It was breakfast, and my body immediately declared loyalty.

I stepped in and raised one hand. “Morning.”

Rivy looked up.

Her gaze scanned me once.

Too fast.

Too sharp.

Then her eyebrow lifted. “You look happier.”

I froze.

“Really?” I said immediately.

Then Gladia calmly took a sip of tea and said, “He just got his first threesome.”

I pointed my fork at her. “Hey. That’s not something you should announce in the morning like this.”

Rivy leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, grin already spreading like wildfire. “Why not? Morning announcements are important.”

“That is not a morning announcement.”

Val, sitting near the end of the table with a plate stacked suspiciously high with expensive-looking pastries, tilted her head. “Depends on the value of the information.”

I stared at her. “You are not pricing my private life.”

She smiled sweetly. “Too late. The market is reacting.”

Evelyn leaned closer. Her voice lowered, but not enough to save me from everyone’s eyes.

“But you look proud of it.”

I opened my mouth immediately.

“That’s—”

I stopped.

Because yeah.

Damn it.

She had me.

I did feel proud.

Not in a shameless “look at me” way.

Okay, maybe a little.

But seriously.

I was a normal guy.

Well, technically not normal.

Demon Sovereign. Crown Prince. Pride demon. Walking disaster.

But emotionally? Still guy.

And getting that kind of morning service from two beautiful women?

That was a boost.

A dangerous boost.

A “maybe I could fight God before breakfast” boost.

Not to mention Sera literally bathed me.

Washed me like some spoiled royal heir.

Which technically I was, but I lived like a peasant for most of my life, so my body had no idea what to do with royal treatment except panic, blush, and secretly ask for more.

I picked up a piece of meat from my plate, trying to hide my grin behind breakfast.

“...Kinda true,” I muttered in a much lower voice.

Evelyn’s eyes sparkled.

Rivy slammed one hand lightly on the table. “He admitted it!”

“I admitted nothing.”

“You said kinda true.”

I groaned.

Lilith sat at the head of the table, looking absolutely radiant and annoyingly composed. Dorm mother. Sin Lust. Teacher. Mentor. Disaster. She had a cup of tea in one hand and the expression of someone watching her favorite pet try to pretend it wasn’t spoiled.

“Let him eat,” Lilith said gently.

I relaxed slightly.

Finally.

Support.

Then she added, “He needs energy after his hard work.”

I froze.

The whole table erupted.

Rivy laughed openly. Evelyn covered her mouth. Val looked like she was calculating emotional damage profits. Gladia smiled faintly while buttering bread like she hadn’t just stabbed me publicly. Lilith simply drank her tea.

I pointed at her. “You betrayed me.”

Lilith’s smile remained sweet. “I praised you.”

“That’s worse here.”

“Only because you like praise.”

My mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

Nothing came out.

Damn her.

Because she knew.

They all knew now.

Pride demon weakness. Praise.

Validation.

Admiration.

I stabbed the meat with my fork and ate it with wounded dignity.

Food was the emotional support structure holding my sanity together.

Then the dining room door opened again.

Sera entered like a sloth summoned by gossip.

Hair still damp.

Uniform slightly messy but wearable.

Tie loose.

Eyes half-closed.

She walked with the spiritual energy of someone who had already completed one entire day before breakfast and wanted compensation.

Every head turned toward her.

Sera blinked sleepily.

Then she looked at me.

Then at the table.

Then announced in a calm, dead voice, “I just bathed him.” Then she made a thumb up.

My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. ‘Is that necessary?!’

Sera shuffled to her chair and sat down. “Our Pride prince is ready to destroy the world.”

Rivy grinned at me. “Ready to destroy the world, huh?”

“I am not that evil.”

Gladia calmly cut into her breakfast. “Yet.”

“Why yet?”

Evelyn smiled at me sweetly. “You do have villain energy sometimes.”

I turned to her in betrayal. “You too?”

She shrugged. “Only when you smirk.”

“I have a normal smirk.”

Everyone at the table stared at me.

Even Lilith.

I frowned. “What?”

Rivy pointed her spoon at me. “Your normal smirk looks like you’re about to conquer a kingdom and steal someone’s fiancée.”

“That is oddly specific.”

Lilith’s eyes curved with amusement. “Not inaccurate.”

The dining room slowly returned to normal after that. Well, “normal” by succubus dorm standards, which meant breakfast, teasing, and subtle staring.

I ate anyway.

Honestly?

It was nice.

Chaotic.

Embarrassing.

Unfair.

But nice.

Like this dorm had its own rhythm, and somehow I had become part of it. The girls argued, teased, ate, laughed, and moved around each other like they’d been doing this for years. Lilith oversaw everything with soft authority. Gladia consumed breakfast like a sacred ritual. Val watched everyone like investments. Rivy burned bright with morning aggression. Evelyn looked gentle but saw too much. Sera barely stayed awake but somehow landed the most devastating lines.

And me?

I sat in the middle of it, feeling watched, teased, wanted, and strangely… included.

That word sat quietly in my chest.

Included.

After breakfast, we prepared to leave.

Bags were grabbed. Uniforms straightened. Rivy complained about morning training. Gladia packed extra snacks because apparently Gluttony students treated hunger like war. Sera almost forgot her bag until one of her tentacles dragged it behind her like an obedient pet.

Lilith walked us to the entrance, elegant as always. “Don’t be late,” she said.

Her gaze landed on me last.

“And Evan?”

I paused.

“Yes?”

Her smile softened.

“Have a good class.”

Simple.

But my chest warmed anyway.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I will.”

We stepped out of the dorm together into the morning light.