Beep beep beep beep beep—

The shrill alarm tore through the tiny room, so sharp it made your scalp prickle.

The little creature buried in that huge mound of thick quilt twitched uncomfortably, squirming just a little, as if making a very clear protest.

Beep beep beep beep beep—

Sadly, being annoyed in your heart didn’t change reality. The alarm clock kept happily screaming. If you only complained in your head and didn’t move, that grating ringing sure wasn’t going to shut itself off.

Beep beep beep—clack.

Looked like the little creature in the quilt bundle finally couldn’t take it. A slender little hand, pale from not seeing the sun for way too long, impatiently poked out of the blanket and waved around, fumbling across the desktop in a daze.

That small hand groped around for quite a while before it finally found the damn alarm clock. Once she figured out where it was, she balled her fingers into a fist and brought it down hard on the alarm’s “forehead”, smashing it into silence.

Perfect sleep was something no living being could resist. Anything that dared disturb a dream was nothing short of unforgivable.

Crack—thunk thunk thunk...

Seemed like the owner of that little hand had used a bit too much force. The poor alarm clock rocked back and forth a few times, then toppled off the nightstand and tumbled to the disaster-zone floor. It hit hard, burst open, and scattered a pile of parts into the sea of plastic bags and crumpled tissues.

The crisp little clatter was quite attention-grabbing, but the tiny person in the quilt didn’t seem to care at all about the clock’s tragic end. She just wriggled a little, then went still again.

To her right now, any alarm that didn’t make a sound was a good alarm.

Chirp—chirp—

Silence settled back over the tiny room. A long, lazy chorus of cicadas drifted in from outside the window, circling around the cramped space.

The place was really small—barely a dozen square meters. A tiny bathroom had been forcibly crammed in on the inner side of the bedroom, and there wasn’t even a spot to cook. Judging by the floor, though—plastic bags stuffed with takeaway boxes, towers of instant noodle cups, and empty drink bottles and cans—the owner clearly had no use for a kitchen anyway...

The bedroom’s furniture was just a big bed, an old wardrobe, a wall-mounted desk, a computer cobbled together piece by piece from “best value for money” parts, and a dying wall-mounted AC unit that looked ready to give up at any time. Other than that, there wasn’t even a chair—because as far as the owner was concerned, the bed edge by the desk was the chair.

The computer screen was still lit. It hadn’t been turned off.

And the desktop wallpaper was, unsurprisingly, a deliciously horny animated one: an eye-catching 2D bombshell in skimpy clothes was dancing on-screen in a way that would make anyone blush.

With the computer like this, of course the surroundings weren’t going to be any more innocent. The walls were plastered with all kinds of ero wall scrolls; next to the PC sat two clearly-not-cheap figures wearing basically nothing; and the wrinkled quilt cover and sheets were printed with stuff that was... a lot.

A crappy living environment. Trash tossed everywhere, never cleaned. A bed that was never made. Doors and windows sealed tight all year round. Every wall, every inch of the bed and desk covered in lewd shame-collectibles... If you didn’t know the truth, you’d absolutely think the person living here was a greasy, triple-chin, stubble-faced, sweat-and-oil-soaked veteran shut-in.

Reality, though... had a habit of reminding people this world didn’t always bother with logic.

“Mnn...”

A faint nasal sound slipped out from inside the quilt, playful and soft. The voice was tender, milky-sweet, yet somehow naturally seductive, like a tiny kitten purring beside your ear, lazy and sinfully cute.

The quilt full of shameless prints rustled and shifted. Looked like the little kitten who’d been sleeping so deeply hadn’t managed to escape the curse of that awful alarm. Her dream had been shattered, and she was forced up to the surface.

A white, delicate little hand slowly emerged again, feeling around on the fabric as she tried to push away the thick comforter wrapped tightly around her.

After a bit of squirming, at last, thanks to her efforts, a small fluffy pink head popped out from the blankets.

Silky pink hair spilled out, swaying like satin, like a bouquet of blush roses in a goddess’s hand. In that shy, dazzling sea of pink, a pair of pale, adorable pointed ears poked out, framed by cherry-pink strands, almost painfully cute.

If her hair was the bouquet, then the girl’s face was the goddess herself.

Her skin was milky-white and smooth, with a faint, tempting glow rippling under the almost blinding paleness. Her small face traced out the prettiest curve, topped with soft, plump pink lips that parted slightly to reveal tiny jade-like teeth. Her straight, delicate little nose twitched as she breathed in the cool air outside the blanket. A pair of violet eyes, as soft as spring cherry blossoms, hung half-lidded, lids drooping, giving her a lazy, languid air.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but at the outer corners of those big eyes there was a natural hint of peach-pink shadow. Paired with the mellow, enchanting light in her gaze, she gave off a constant, effortless aura of temptation.

She’d just crawled out from under the covers, completely naked. That blindingly white skin was exposed directly to the open air.

Her body matched her height of barely over one meter thirty: a slight swell of a tiny bust, a slender waist, a perky, cute little butt, and long, straight, delicate legs ending in small, pretty feet...

But what really drew the eye were the strange features on her body.

From her tailbone extended a tail about half a meter long, only as thick as a pinky, the tip swelling into an adorable, heart-shaped bulb, a soft peach-pink. It swayed lazily in the air.

On her lower back, folded neatly, was a pair of tiny wings barely the size of a hand. They were more decorative than useful, the little pink-purple bones supporting a translucent plum-colored membrane that trembled faintly now and then.

And on her lower belly was a pale-pink marking with a shape that really defied polite description. It was the exact same kind of sigil that showed up over and over in those “indescribable” games and doujin works everyone “loved” so much...

The girl was a tiny Subhuman Succubus.

Strictly speaking, Nainai hadn’t always looked like this.

She had once been a freshly graduated college student, a young man with decent looks and a bright future.

He’d been working at a small company for less than a year when the “Erosion Disaster” that nearly destroyed the world suddenly came crashing down.

The catastrophe turned most of the world’s land into burned-out hellscapes. Lives were scattered; people died or were maimed everywhere.

At the same time, the “Erosion Disaster” rained down a bizarre substance called “Corruption Essence”. Like toxic radiation, it ravaged and corroded the bodies of innocent people across the globe, and also twisted a large chunk of the remaining survivors—ordinary humans—into “Subhumans”: beings with all sorts of weird traits, mutated bodies, and strange modes of existence.

Nainai was one of those unlucky ordinary people...

Oh, right. “Nainai” wasn’t even her real name.

“Nainai” was the name the Federation casually slapped on her when they set up the Subhuman Administration and started registering Subhuman data for everyone who didn’t have a suitable name on record...

It had been over twenty years, but every time she thought about how perfunctory that childish-sounding doubled-up nickname was, Nainai felt a powerful urge to complain.

If you counted it properly, she was at an age where she totally qualified as a middle-aged uncle, and they still gave her something this juvenile?

Come to think of it, what was her name back when she was still a man...?

Surname... Xia? First name what?

Oh. Forgot.

The Little Succubus’s memory had always been this terrible. No matter how important something had once been, as long as it didn’t affect her survival in any serious way, she could just toss it out of her mind without a second thought.

She’d been rotting away, holed up in this free, rundown apartment assigned by the Subhuman Administration for twenty years now (worse than the Demon King next door working a part-time job), and in the past ten years, except for one energetic pretty girl who still kept in touch, she’d practically cut off contact with the entire world.

Anyway, she was “Nainai” now, and she’d probably stay “Nainai” for the rest of her life. Everything she’d lost was never coming back.

Since that was the case, what was the point of remembering so much...

She needed to save some brainpower for going online and playing games.

Her tiny, childish body rolled around on the wrinkled sheets with a soft rustle. She kicked the thick quilt aside, then scooted her little pink self up to the computer. Her pale, tender hands wrapped around a cheap, slightly oversized mouse from some street stall, and she started clicking away.

“‘The ‘Monsters’ in the Containment Zone outside G City have once again erupted in unexplained riots. The Scavenger Squad fought hard and claimed a hard-earned victory, protecting the lives and property of Federation citizens...’”

“‘Shocking! This game everyone’s playing can earn you five hundred million in an hour...’”

“‘The Subhuman Mutual Aid Association once again issued a strong protest against discriminatory remarks targeting Subhumans online, demanding the Federation correct and restrict these improper statements...’”

“‘Recently, crime rates in Ashi City have suddenly soared. Is the Eastern District to blame? What exactly is the Scavenger Squad doing? When will this hornet’s nest threatening public safety finally be cleaned up...’”

...

“So boring...”

Tiny Nainai lay sprawled over the desk, eyes lowered, moving the mouse and clicking lazily here and there, mindlessly scrolling through the random mess of online news.

Fearmongering. Clickbait. Rumors piled on rumors...

Given how unstable things were right now, plus the “Monster Martial Law” order the Federation Four Stars had issued two weeks ago, the Federation government clearly had zero bandwidth to regulate the internet. Any random clown could come online, stir the pot, and make a profit off other people’s misery.

Everyone was just a bunch of idiot NPC pigs. Doing absolutely nothing all day, lying there with mouths open, waiting for the Federation to drop food in for them...

What a drag.

Circling around in that train of thought, Nainai somehow ended up roasting herself too.

Made sense. She had no job, no income; everything she’d learned in college and at work was long forgotten. She lived in a garbage-tier housing unit the Subhuman Administration gave her, surviving off the Federation’s welfare for unemployed Subhumans and a bit of subsidy and charity from Subhuman mutual aid groups who thought she was pitiful...

And she spent that unemployment aid that was supposed to help Subhumans find work on scavenged PC parts, games, wall scrolls, and lewd figures...

If it came down to who counted as “trash”, “pig”, or “shut-in”, there probably weren’t many people who could beat cute little Nainai.

After tearing herself down so hard in her heart, Nainai just deflated with a soft puff.

Her mood for browsing vanished. She tossed the mouse aside, flopped backward, and sank into the messy bed again. Her gaze drooped as she stared up at the ceiling, lazy and empty.

Whirr—

The old AC unit kept grinding away, barely managing to push a stream of somewhat cool air toward her.

This airflow... felt kinda weak... and the smell was weird...

Nainai turned her head slightly and looked at the remote lying to the side. The screen was flashing a bright red “16°C.”

Mm... it’s clearly set to sixteen degrees, but it doesn’t feel all that cool or cold at all. Guess this crappy AC really is done for...

Nainai couldn’t help starting to scheme. When should she go to the Subhuman Administration or the Subhuman Mutual Aid Association, throw herself a pity party, maybe cry a little, and see if she could swap it for a new air conditioner...

But useless as it was, an AC was still an AC. The air it blew out was still cooler than outside.

The chilly breeze slowly brushed over Nainai’s pale, soft skin, raising tiny, cute goosebumps one after another.

Hiss... no, sitting right in front of the AC is still a bit too cold...

She gently hugged herself, her soft, plump thighs rubbing lightly against each other.

“Choo...”

With a soft, adorable little sneeze, Nainai hugged her body and shivered for a moment, finally surrendering to the AC’s icy assault.

Silently, she picked up the remote lying beside her and beep-beep-beeped the temperature up several degrees.

Once she felt the room clearly warming, she tossed the remote away like a worn‑out mule that had outlived its use.

The poor thing followed the same tragic path as the alarm clock that had already been smashed to pieces. It flipped and rolled as it fell off the bed.

It just got lucky. The remote landed on a big pile of takeout boxes, bounced a few times, then dropped safely to the floor. You could barely say it survived.

Listening to the clacking impacts by her ear, the pink‑haired Little Succubus glanced around with bored eyes.

Her cool, lazy gaze slid over the shameful toys hanging on her wall, then finally settled on the PC screen—on the explicit animated wallpaper she’d set herself.

Staring straight at the big‑boobed, bubble‑butt 2D waifu doing a very indecent dance, Nainai finally felt a different kind of urge quietly stir inside her...

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While Nainai was getting hazy and distracted by her ghs, an uninvited guest arrived.

Bang!

“Hey! Nainai!” The already half‑broken rusty iron door was kicked open by a long leg wrapped in black stockings. A bright, energetic girl’s voice came in with the warm sunlight spilling into the dim room.

The woman standing at the door, clutching a file folder, had light brown hair past her shoulders, pulled back into a neat single ponytail.

Fair skin, soft pink lips, a delicate nose, big dark eyes, plus a tiny beauty mark at the corner of her right eye that made her look extra pitiful and fragile—she totally counted as a rare beauty.

She was on the tall side, with curves exactly where they should curve. Wrapped in a tight black office‑lady suit and sheer black pantyhose... she was honestly pretty sexy.

Her name was Xu Yingsnow, twenty‑three years old, an external field officer from the Ashi City branch of the Subhuman Administration, in charge of non‑violent subhuman‑related cases in the city’s East District.

The Subhuman Administration was a formal federal agency created in response to the new race born after the disasters—the Subhumans.

Their work focused on eliminating discrimination between Subhumans and normal humans, promoting unity so they could face the outside world together, and helping disadvantaged Subhumans with jobs, marriage, and having kids.

At the same time, they supervised Subhumans, recorded their data, and registered all Subhumans willing to accept management as legal citizens under the Federation’s rule.

In short, as a field officer, Xu Yingsnow’s job was to go door‑to‑door among the legal Subhuman citizens living in Ashi City’s East District, mediate their issues, help them find work and support themselves. Then she’d compile their status reports into files and submit them back to the Subhuman Administration, where they’d be archived.

After several years of effort, she’d helped quite a few Subhumans find new jobs. Most Subhumans—aside from the post‑disaster newborn generation—had turned into Subhumans during the catastrophe. Whether they had families to feed or just wanted to enjoy single life, they were happy enough to get a job.

But among them, there were always a few weirdos.

And Nainai was the brightest, most dazzling weirdo of them all.

Sure, she really was insanely cute... The first time they met, Nainai’s body—a mix of baby‑faced innocence and raw sensuality—shot straight through Xu Yingsnow’s heart.

In over twenty years of living and all her years on the job, she had never seen a little girl so cute yet so full of allure.

Innocence and lewdness intertwined perfectly. That kind of lethal contrast had almost bent Xiaoxue on the spot...

Or rather, she probably had been bent by Nainai back then... it was just that after spending more time with her, Nainai’s true nature forced Xu Yingsnow’s sexuality right back into place.

Trash! Lazy bum!

Those two suffocatingly painful words were enough to sum up Xu Yingsnow’s entire impression and attitude toward Nainai.

Nainai might look ultra‑lewd and ultra‑adorable, but that gold‑plated surface couldn’t hide the absolute shut‑in disaster underneath.

All show, rotten inside.

Nainai didn’t like showering, didn’t like doing laundry, didn’t like taking out the trash, didn’t like cleaning, didn’t even like brushing her teeth...

Her living conditions were so awful that even the spots where street beggars slept were cleaner and more organized than this doghouse of hers.

For cleanliness‑obsessed Xu Yingsnow, that was something she just could not accept...

Granted, because of a Succubus’s special physique, the word “stinky” basically didn’t apply to Nainai. But the thought that she hadn’t showered for almost a month at the height of summer still made Xu Yingsnow’s scalp crawl.

And as if being a slob wasn’t enough, Nainai flat‑out refused to cooperate with the Administration’s aid.

A job? No way in hell. Not now, not ever...

Nainai insisted on living free in the government’s subhuman housing, taking the unemployment subsidy for jobless Subhumans, and pocketing relief funds from the Subhuman Mutual Aid Association, all without lifting a finger...

She was the perfect picture of someone lying flat, eating for free, and not giving a damn about anything.

Every time Xu Yingsnow came to see her, the moment she tried to bring up work, she’d get kicked out with an eye‑roll...

But Xu Yingsnow was serious by nature and full of idealistic passion. She’d sworn she would gnaw through this hard bone called Nainai one day. So even though she “lost every battle,” she never gave up, visiting every week to try and talk sense into her.

And since it had been almost a week since her last visit, of course she came again today.

Only, right after she kicked open Nainai’s door, the Little Succubus gifted her with a “present” that was way too much, yet somehow also exactly what she should’ve expected.

“❤❤❤❤❤❤~~~”

An indescribable scene.

Oh my god.

“Nainai! What are you doing?!”

Xu Yingsnow’s mind went blank with a buzzing dizziness. She quickly swept aside the trash at the doorway with her long black‑stockinged leg, stumbled into the room, and yanked the poor rusty door shut with a slam, cutting this steamy scene off from the outside world.

But even with someone else right there, Nainai stayed immersed in her own pleasure, not showing the slightest intention of stopping.

“Nainai!”

Xu Yingsnow’s pretty face flushed bright red from embarrassment. She shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice tight with shyness.

Even then, Nainai still ignored her...

“Damn it! Quit it already!”

After being ignored over and over, shame turned into anger; Xu Yingsnow was gritting her teeth. She clamped the file folder under her arm, grabbed a pillow drooping by the bed with one hand, and hurled it at the Little Succubus doing unspeakable things on the mattress.

“Ah‑woo...”

Well, that was that. Even if she wanted to keep going, she couldn’t.

Nainai helplessly stopped what she was doing, rolled across the bed with a little thump to dodge the incoming pillow, then lazily rolled her eyes at Xu Yingsnow, silently broadcasting her dissatisfaction.

She so hadn’t had enough yet...

Nainai let go of her tail and drew back her small hand.

Her pink tongue slid out slightly as she slowly licked her fingertips, tasting that forbidden flavor of her own.

“Why’d you have to interrupt, Xue‑chan? I wasn’t done yet.” Her tone was full of grievance as Nainai complained.