Mavis Loses His Mind

Seeing Mavis’ slightly dazed expression (in reality, hesitation), Linlin let out a soft laugh and moved to the edge of the bed, helping her up.

“Alright, alright, I was just teasing you.”

Only when both people enjoy it does it count as fun.

Seeing that Mavis didn’t seem into it, Linlin wouldn’t force it.

On the contrary, Mavis felt a little regret.

Maybe Linlin could be more assertive—after all, wouldn’t that make teasing her more fun?

“Hm? Why are you still standing there? Come up.”

After removing the charm effect, Linlin looked at Mavis in confusion.

Mavis hurried onto the bed, afraid Linlin might say, “If you don’t want to, then forget it.”

Mavis was wearing sleepwear, but Linlin had nothing on, which made Mavis’ gaze wander uncontrollably.

Linlin pinched her chin.

“Look at my eyes. Don’t look elsewhere.”

“O-okay.” Even so, Mavis’ eyes kept drifting.

“Do I look good?”

“Yes… I mean—”

Linlin looked puzzled instead.

“If I look good, then I look good. Why are you more shy than me?”

Mavis didn’t know why either.

She just felt that today’s Linlin was… different.

She couldn’t explain it. Just—more special, more charming.

For some reason, Linlin felt an urge to tease Mavis today. Maybe her succubus nature had fully returned.

Either way, today she planned to take control.

Before, she hadn’t felt anything—but now that she did, her competitive spirit kicked in.

Who said she couldn’t take the lead?

Today—Linlin was determined to be on top.

She wrapped her arms around Mavis’ neck and whispered into her ear,
“Are you ready, dear? If you are… then I’m starting.”

Mavis’ eyes lit up.

“Foul! That’s a foul! Don’t touch my tail!”

Linlin, limp in Mavis’ arms, protested in embarrassment.

Mavis looked innocent.

Linlin had jumped at her first—she had only curiously touched the succubus tail, and Linlin instantly softened.

“Strange… I’ve never heard that tails are this sensitive…”
Linlin muttered, preparing for a second attempt.

“Foul! No blowing on my ears!”

“Okay.”

“Foul! Don’t grab my ankle!”

“Foul! Don’t touch there!”

“Dear, why aren’t you moving?” Linlin asked knowingly.

She had figured it out.

It wasn’t just sensitivity it was muscle memory.

Tears welled up.

If she had known her body would be trained like this, she would’ve taken control years ago.

Now she was full of openings.

Even the slightest touch made her body betray her.

This wasn’t a fair fight.

So—she would use unfair means.

Rules.

Adults play by rules.

Then…

“Hey—don’t look at me like that…”

“Your breathing—quiet down…”

In the end, under Linlin’s strict “rules,” she managed to stumble through a very chaotic first attempt at taking control.

Linlin wiped her fingers with satisfaction.

This time, Mavis should be completely won over.

‘So tiring… but worth it.’

After working hard for over ten minutes, Linlin proudly admired her “results.”

(Definitely not sweat.)

But when she looked at Mavis’ calm expression—

She froze.

“What is that expression? Am I that bad?”

Mavis snapped out of her daze.

“No, no! It felt good—I’m very happy!”

Linlin’s face stiffened.

If Mavis had even a tenth of her acting skills, she could’ve believed that.

Her pride was challenged.

So she launched a third attempt.

She refused to believe she couldn’t win over Mavis.

“Where’s your voice? Don’t hold back—let me hear it.”

“Waaah—”

“Shut up! Why are you imitating a crying child?! Do it properly!”

“Um… Linlin, I can’t—”

“Why do you sound like you’re giving a speech?! Softer!”

“I don’t know how. Teach me.”

“…Fine. Like this—no! Stop setting traps for me!”

…

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, Linlin felt like she was talking to a child.

She stared at her own slender fingers.

It couldn’t be her technique—

So it had to be the “tool.”

Her fingers were smaller than Mavis’.

Maybe something else…

Her gaze fell on her tail.

Thinner, but longer.

“Again!”

Round four.

“…Sigh.”

Mavis sighed.

Linlin glared at her, and Mavis immediately straightened up.

Still no change.

Linlin began to suspect something.

“Mavis, tell me honestly—do you really not feel much?”

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

“The truth.”

“A little… but not much. Not like before.”

Linlin froze.

So it wasn’t a physical issue…

Then what was it?

She slowly realized the answer.

“Tell me—do you feel better when you’re the one on top?”

“…Yes.”

Mavis looked uncomfortable.

Yesterday had been about safety.

But today—Linlin was willing.
And yet she kept holding back?

It was torture.

But Linlin didn’t notice.

“I figured it out. Listen to me—actually, it feels better this way. Trust me!”

“Mm.”

“That doesn’t sound like you trust me.”

Linlin pouted.

She was sure it was because of Mavis’ strange ability.

If Mavis believed something felt better, then it would.

Linlin wanted to fix that misconception.

“Mavis, listen—”

But Mavis felt impatient.

She activated her “super intelligence.”

The answer: act.

Her eyes lit up.

“…Female pleasure is gradual, so—hm?”

Before Linlin could finish, the world spun.

She found herself pinned beneath Mavis.

Roles reversed.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t finished! Get down!”

“No.”

“Mavis! Be good!”

“You said I could do whatever I want.”

“…I did say that, but… this is different…”

Seeing those predatory golden eyes, Linlin’s voice grew smaller.

Had she… messed up?

“No… you can’t…”

Even though she had prepared herself, she was still afraid—
afraid of losing control like last night.

Mavis sighed and activated “super intelligence” one last time.

Final answer: stop thinking—act.

Linlin noticed her hesitation and tried to continue her plan.

“No rush, let me finish my experiment first—”

She slipped out—

Then—

“Huh?”

Her ankle was grabbed, and she was dragged back.

“What are you doing?!”

“Doing it.”

“???”

“This time, no matter what Linlin says, I won’t listen.”

“Huh?!”

“Mavis! Be good! Listen to me!”

“No!”

“Wait, I’m serious—don’t—!”

“Foul! I call foul! Stop—!”

“Idiot! Stop already—!”

“No—no—!”

“That’s too much—Mavis, that’s too much—!”

“Not there—please—!”

“Let me go—please—!”

“I’m going to fall apart—really—!”

“I said ‘liar is a puppy,’ not actually treat me like one—!”

“I’m flexible, but not like this—!”

It was over.

Mavis had completely lost control.