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"Uhn..." Rumia felt Komyo's theories difficult to understand. Aren cared for her, he wanted to fulfill her carnal desires, he was interested in her like lovers do, but did he use Tenny instead of himself? It all didn't make sense. The succubus wanted to retort back at him, but decided to listen further, it seemed Komyo wasn't finished. Aren's back was covered in oil now, Rumia didn't feel he needed more massage so she got off from his waist then simply sit at the bed's edge, cleaning her hand with a nearby cloth. "Your way of carefully choosing words and riddling expositions reminds me of scheming demon nobles back home, Komyo." The succubus sighed, she wasn't fond of all the political bullshit, but she could do so if needed, she wasn't an heiress for nothing. With Komyo, Rumia felt the need to put up the 'regal princess' mask she used when participating in her father's balls and banquets.
"Huh, i-is that so?" A rather poor mask actually, she noticeably tensed as the mage spoke about charms, Aren was charmed? By whom? It seemed no one in the room knew, not even Aren himself. Rumia wasn't capable of such high-level mental enchantments yet, her mother was another story though, but it couldn't be Mama, she wasn't the only Elder Succubi out there. "Well, the solution is clear isn't it? Remove the charm! You can do it, can't you?!" She was definitely eager, standing up then took a few steps towards the mage, "H-hmph... even as a Succubus myself, I wouldn't do that... much..." She mumbled off, "A-anyways! You're a powerful mage, you beat an Abyssal just with cards! Surely you can do this." She was already jabbing at his pride in an effort to coax Komyo's assistance, making it very obvious how much she wanted Aren.
"..." The two proposals were both hard, but she had to admit, the latter was more tempting, she could have Aren all to herself, he would just lose a small part of him, demons made that kind of contracts all the time, why would she be any different? "Pfft..." The succubus snorted, crossing her arms, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Rumia raised her chin as her slitted eyes narrowed at Komyo, looking at him as if he's a sly snake, "I'm still a demon, mage, I deal with ambiguous words, double-talk, and deceptions my whole life, do you think I can't see pass your illusion of choice?" In truth, Komyo was good, really good, Rumia was actually taking - an almost - blind gamble, she wasn't really sure if the mage was doing this, but her gut instinct - hone by years of literally living in Hell - told her it was the case. "You really reminded me of one Archdemon Brenhir, a calm bastard he was, fooled a lot of people, demons and mortals both." Rumia shook her head,
"Still..." she sighed, fidgeting with her fingers, "I ran away from home for a reason, I'm tired of that life... I want honest people who truly loves me, I... I'm tired of having to put on a facade with everyone I met." Why was she telling her life's story to him now? Well, she hoped Aren could hear it, she didn't have the courage to directly tell him. "There was no choice in the first place, isn't it? We'll find this demon and tell her to remove the charm... or else..." Hell hath no scorn like a succubus denied of her true love.
"Huh, i-is that so?" A rather poor mask actually, she noticeably tensed as the mage spoke about charms, Aren was charmed? By whom? It seemed no one in the room knew, not even Aren himself. Rumia wasn't capable of such high-level mental enchantments yet, her mother was another story though, but it couldn't be Mama, she wasn't the only Elder Succubi out there. "Well, the solution is clear isn't it? Remove the charm! You can do it, can't you?!" She was definitely eager, standing up then took a few steps towards the mage, "H-hmph... even as a Succubus myself, I wouldn't do that... much..." She mumbled off, "A-anyways! You're a powerful mage, you beat an Abyssal just with cards! Surely you can do this." She was already jabbing at his pride in an effort to coax Komyo's assistance, making it very obvious how much she wanted Aren.
"..." The two proposals were both hard, but she had to admit, the latter was more tempting, she could have Aren all to herself, he would just lose a small part of him, demons made that kind of contracts all the time, why would she be any different? "Pfft..." The succubus snorted, crossing her arms, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Rumia raised her chin as her slitted eyes narrowed at Komyo, looking at him as if he's a sly snake, "I'm still a demon, mage, I deal with ambiguous words, double-talk, and deceptions my whole life, do you think I can't see pass your illusion of choice?" In truth, Komyo was good, really good, Rumia was actually taking - an almost - blind gamble, she wasn't really sure if the mage was doing this, but her gut instinct - hone by years of literally living in Hell - told her it was the case. "You really reminded me of one Archdemon Brenhir, a calm bastard he was, fooled a lot of people, demons and mortals both." Rumia shook her head,
"Still..." she sighed, fidgeting with her fingers, "I ran away from home for a reason, I'm tired of that life... I want honest people who truly loves me, I... I'm tired of having to put on a facade with everyone I met." Why was she telling her life's story to him now? Well, she hoped Aren could hear it, she didn't have the courage to directly tell him. "There was no choice in the first place, isn't it? We'll find this demon and tell her to remove the charm... or else..." Hell hath no scorn like a succubus denied of her true love.