With Lisi acting as a walking billboard, more and more young females came to Misha to get their hair curled.
The young females of the Dog Clan Tribe all sported brand-new hairstyles.
Even the males returned from their hunts with their eyes lighting up at the sight, heading out the next day full of vigor.
One day, while Misha was styling hair for the girls, she spotted an uninvited guest marching toward her from afar.
It was Dora.
“Misha, do my hair first.
I’m in a rush to head to the Rabbit Clan Tribe later,” Dora demanded, plopping down arrogantly right in front of her.
Her blatant cutting in line made the young female who was just about to take the seat pout in annoyance, as she had been waiting for a long time.
Misha wasn’t about to indulge this entitled behavior.
“Get up.
Have you ever heard of first come, first served?”
“I told you, I’m in a rush.
Katie, you don’t mind, do you?” Dora shot Katie a look, her dark eyes brimming with a blatant threat.
Katie was a little frightened but still reluctant to give up her spot.
She looked tentatively at Misha.
“Why are you looking at her?
This is between the two of us.
Just let me go first this time, and I’ll let you go first next time.
Simple,” Dora scoffed dismissively.
Misha was thoroughly amazed by Dora’s sheer audacity.
Setting aside the bad blood between them, the fact that Dora had the nerve to demand a hairstyling session was mind-boggling enough.
Wasn’t she afraid Misha might just stab her through the head with a curling wand?
“I make the rules here.
If you want your hair done, go wait at the back of the line.
If not, please leave.” Mindful of the other young females present, Misha held back from acting too aggressively.
“You…” Dora flushed red with anger.
However, unable to shamelessly hog the seat any longer, she was forced to stand up from the wooden stump.
Refusing to leave just like that, she stood to the side and watched quietly.
Since the number of young females wanting curls had surged, Misha had ground a few more curling wands out of stone.
Though not as sturdy or durable as iron, they helped speed up the process.
Since she could only curl one strand of hair at a time anyway, Misha managed to work on three young females simultaneously.
Once she wrapped a section of hair, she would have the young female hold the wand in place while she moved on to the next.
By cycling through them like this, her overall efficiency improved significantly.
Watching from the sidelines, Dora decided that curling hair didn’t look difficult at all.
Taking advantage of Misha being distracted with another client, she stealthily picked up a spare stone curling wand and pressed it against her own head.
But without any experience, she burned her fingers the moment she tried to position it, causing her to instantly drop the tool.
As the searing hot stone slipped, it ended up scalding her scalp.
Misha discreetly curled her lips into a smirk.
Serves her right.
Did Dora really think Misha hadn’t noticed her sneaky little hands?
She had merely played along to teach her a lesson.
In her past life, Dora and Caesar had ruthlessly exploited Reya to the fullest; this was just a minor punishment in comparison.
Bit by bit, she was going to pay that scumbag and bitch back for every atrocious deed they had inflicted upon the original owner and Reya.
Knowing she had utterly humiliated herself, Dora clutched her head and scurried out of Misha’s house like a rat.
As soon as she was gone, the remaining young females burst into roaring laughter.
Over the course of styling their hair, the black birthmark on Misha’s face completely faded away, with all her clients serving as witnesses.
Lisi stared in absolute amazement at the Misha before her—fair-skinned, with elegantly arched eyebrows and a pair of eyes as beautiful as shining stars.
She had been the first to know that the black birthmark was going to peel off.
She had imagined Misha would look pretty, but she never expected her to be this gorgeous.
She was even more beautiful than Dora, the acclaimed most beautiful young female of the Dog Clan Tribe.
“Misha, you’re way too gorgeous!
If I were a male, I would definitely become your mate!” Lisi practically drooled as she gazed at Misha’s face.
Cui Na was equally stunned.
“S-so pretty.”
Katie stared blankly at Misha’s face, completely entranced.
When she finally snapped out of it, she excitedly grabbed Misha’s hands.
“Misha, I have a younger brother at home!
He has Yellow-tier strength and is an excellent hunter.
He hasn’t found a mate yet.
If you’re interested, I can have him come meet you tomorrow!”
Not to be outdone, Lisi chimed in, “I have brothers too!
If any of them catch your eye, you can have them all!”
Seeing the two young females fiercely competing, Cui Na wanted to throw her own family members into the ring but ultimately swallowed her words.
Misha simply laughed off their attempts to play matchmaker.
The system had already informed her that aside from Reya, there were no other high-quality males in the Dog Clan Tribe.
On the day her beauty was fully restored, Misha bathed early and carefully dressed up, waiting quietly for Reya to return.
When Reya returned to the wooden cabin, he was momentarily struck dumb by the breathtaking young female inside.
He almost didn’t dare to recognize her.
“M-Misha?”
“It’s me, Reya.” A soft, radiant smile graced Misha’s lips.
Reya stared, completely mesmerized, oblivious to the fact that his freshly caught prey had slipped from his grasp and hit the floor.
Misha was immensely satisfied with his reaction.
She stepped forward slowly.
Her slender, jade-like fingers traced along Reya’s solid chest, her smooth nails lightly grazing over a sensitive peak.
Reya’s body instantly went rigid, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
So fragrant.
So enticing.
He couldn’t help but gulp.
Misha lowered her gaze, her smile growing even more brazen.
He really was so pure; just this little bit of teasing was enough to elicit such a reaction.
Her hand continued its slow descent, tracing over his perfect V-line and down toward that enticing territory, slipping right beneath his Beast Skin Skirt.
…
“Nngh…” Reya couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
He was having a very hard time enduring this.
The smirk on Misha’s lips deepened.
She gazed up at Reya, her doe-like eyes wide with pure, manufactured innocence.
She pressed her body flush against his, feeling the scorching heat radiating from his frame.
“Reya, you’re so hot,” she whispered softly into his ear.
Reya’s already crimson ears twitched.
Misha secretly chuckled.
Things had already escalated to this point—she didn’t believe he could hold back any longer.
Reya’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.
But just as he was about to cross the point of no return, Caesar’s words echoed in his mind.
Slamming on the brakes at the edge of the cliff, he reined himself in.
Misha was speechless.
“Why?” she asked.
“I’m not ugly anymore.
Why are you still…”
She wondered how on earth she was supposed to break through when her target was so painfully abstinent.
Her one-month deadline was fast approaching.
If they hadn’t even mated yet, how was she supposed to proceed with her mission?
The corners of Misha’s eyes reddened as a layer of mist pooled in her gaze.
Her confidence was utterly shattered, leaving her overwhelmed with a profound sense of defeat.
Across countless lifetimes of completing system missions, she had never encountered a male this difficult to seduce.
With her current breathtaking beauty, seducing someone should have been as easy as crooking a finger.
Why wasn’t it working on Reya?
“It’s not you, it’s me.” Reya rested his large palm against Misha’s cheek, his eyes swimming with agony.
Caesar had been right.
Misha was too perfect; he couldn’t drag her down.
Now that her beauty had been restored, even with the drawback of low fertility, there would undoubtedly be a long line of males vying for her hand.
“Misha, you deserve better.”