Chapter 161: The Seductive Succubus Queen’s Temptation—Hands Off My Man! (3)
But Shia wasn’t just some naive researcher looking to sell patents.
His decision to invite both parties to negotiate simultaneously wasn’t a ploy to create competition.
“So, what do you both think of Drunken Dreams?” Shia began with a casual smile.
“It has great potential,” Ramanca quickly responded.
“This brewing technique is revolutionary. To create such a wine at your age, Mr. Shia, is truly remarkable.”
Riley, unwilling to be outdone, added, “Mr. Shia, if you choose our trade association, I am willing to offer 60% of the profits!”
Ramanca shot back, “That’s as if our Saint Marta Winery would ever shortchange Mr. Shia. Mr. Shia, our winery is renowned across the entire wine industry and is the perfect match for establishing Drunken Dreams as a leading brand.”
Shia raised his hand, silencing their bickering.
He wasn’t here to listen to them squabble.
What came next left both industry titans utterly dumbfounded.
“I have no intention of monopolizing or granting exclusive rights.”
Both fell silent, their brows furrowing slightly.
Was he planning to benefit from both sides? That would be tricky.
“If you are here, you must understand that the brewing method for Drunken Dreams is unlike anything else. I do not intend to keep it secret. I plan to make it public.”
“You will only need to pay a small franchise fee, and I will teach you the method. Not just you, but other wineries and trade associations as well.”
“Rest assured, the franchise fee will be modest. I have only one condition: every bottle produced with this method must carry my signature.”
Ramanca and Riley were stunned, unable to process what they’d just heard.
They, as leaders in the wine industry, understood the monumental significance of this technology.
It was a groundbreaking innovation in the brewing world, heralding a new era.
If monopolized, Shia could become wealthier than nations.
But now, he was offering to share it freely?
Even a saint might hesitate to do such a thing!
They exchanged glances, looking at Shia with newfound admiration. For the first time, they addressed him with the utmost respect.
“Master Shia,” they both said in unison.
They even offered to contact representatives from various factions to assist him.
As industry leaders, this task would be far easier for them to manage.
“Two days from now, at the Pampole Banquet, we will invite representatives from all factions. There, we will conduct a unified auction,” Ramanca suggested.
Shia rose, shaking hands with both of them.
“Then let’s look forward to a successful collaboration.”
He knew that the dreamer’s reward was within reach.
Meanwhile, as Shia’s brewing enterprise thrived, Rong set foot in the enchanting land of Dreamscape.
The air here was filled with a sultry melody, the scenery nothing short of mesmerizing.
Brilliant flowers bloomed in competition, and soft, translucent curtains swayed in the breeze.
Laughter floated through the air, tinged with irresistible allure.
The path into Dreamscape was lined with tall, curvaceous women. Their Succubus tails swayed slightly behind them, and they wore all sorts of cosplay outfits.
Each of them wore a playful smile, their every move dripping with seduction.
Yet when Rong passed by, she became the center of attention.
“Princess, you’ve returned!”
“Ah, still so flat after your trip? Didn’t you get enough nutrition out there?”
“Princess, you should just stay here. Don’t worry, we’ll help you grow them.”
Rong clenched her fists, deeply feeling the sting of their insults.
Was it any wonder she was reluctant to return?
Every Succubus she encountered had to tease her.
By the time she reached her home, she was practically fuming.
For all her royal bloodline, this was it? Even the most diluted-blood Succubuss had her beat!
Rong tried to keep her gaze steady, but she couldn’t help but notice the scantily clad Succubuss around her.
Deep cleavages, towering heights—they had it all.
She couldn’t even envy them; it was simply unattainable.
What made it worse was how they would poke at her insecurities, offering mock concern about her “runway status.”
Daily reminders of her inadequacies left her questioning her own heritage.
Even upon reaching the opulent palace deep within Dreamscape, the teasing remarks persisted.
Finally, a voice, seductive yet commanding, broke through the chatter.
“That’s enough. Stop teasing her.”
The room fell silent.
Though their smiles remained, the Succubuss bowed in the direction of the voice and retreated.
Rong turned toward the source of the voice, and her gaze fell upon a voluptuous figure.
Clad in a sharp business suit, the woman exuded authority. Her slightly unbuttoned blouse hinted at a deep, tantalizing cleavage, her curvaceous body radiating natural allure.
Every gesture and expression carried an irresistible charm.
This mature beauty, with features somewhat resembling Rong’s, was none other than the Succubus Queen, Eden.
Her commanding presence rivaled that of the academy’s headmistress.
Once the others had left, Eden’s stern demeanor softened into one of joy.
She opened her arms, ready to embrace Rong.
“My dear daughter, you’ve finally decided to come back!”
Her voice carried a mix of relief and excitement, like a mother welcoming home her long-lost child.
Rong, however, wore an expression of disdain and discomfort.
She raised her hand, attempting to place it on Eden’s shoulder to stop the embrace.
But before she could, Eden’s ample chest was already pressing against her.
So, being big makes you great, huh?
Some things are just genetics!
Still, her face remained full of contempt.
“Don’t call me that! Who said I’m your daughter?!”
The two of them weren’t even related by blood; they merely shared royal lineage.
Rong’s gaze flicked once more to the chest pressing against her own, her envy deepening.
Same royal bloodline—why was the gap so enormous?!
But that didn’t change the fact that Rong had her grievances.
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“Oh, come on, it’s basically the same thing~,” Eden said in a soft, almost coquettish voice.
Rong was certain. This woman was outright 'pouting'.
“Look, I’m the Succubus Queen, and you’re the Succubus Princess. Between a queen and a princess, it’s only natural for you to call me ‘Mother’!”
Eden leaned closer, ticking her fingers as if explaining an undeniable truth.
Rong stared at Eden, her expression utterly blank.
How was that the same thing?
But Eden didn’t dwell on the matter. Smiling warmly, she slid an arm around Rong’s shoulders, pulling her close for an intimate chat.
“Life outside must’ve been tough, huh? No worries. Here in Dreamscape, you can sleep on piles of gold and silver if you want,” Eden said with a cheerful grin, clearly assuming Rong had returned because life out there had become unbearable.