Gurgle...

Just as the little succubus wallowed in gloom, a muffled rumble escaped her tiny belly, drifting through the cramped room.

"Hmm..."

Nainai’s delicate brows furrowed slightly as she rolled onto her back. Her right hand drifted to her stomach, gently pressing against the hollow emptiness within.

Her deep violet pupils shimmered in the dim light, framed by petal-pink eyeshadow. A dainty pink tongue flicked out, moistening dry lips.

"Kinda... hungry..."

As a succubus subhuman—utterly unlike ordinary humans—her way of feeding was anything but ordinary.

*Lure males. Stoke their lust until it burns. Then harvest their desire.*

That was the essence of it, stripped down to three brutal truths.

If she could avoid it, Nainai truly didn’t want to step outside to do this.

But without hunting desire to fill her belly, starvation was the only path waiting for her.

Once, newly twisted by Corruption Essence into this form, she’d rebelled against her instincts with disgust.

Now, those struggles seemed laughably futile—only tormenting her body and mind, yielding nothing.

Numb. Resigned. Done caring.

*So what if I hunt male desire? It’s not like I actually have to... do anything with my body...*

...

To ignite male desire most effectively, the right outfit came first.

Going naked might work—but she’d be arrested as an indecent exposure case, her name splashed across every news site tomorrow: *"Mysterious Nude Subhuman Appears in Ashi City: Protest Against Discrimination? Twisted Art? Moral Collapse?"*

Nainai still had pride.

Digging through the messy wardrobe, she pulled out an outfit that screamed trouble.

The top was barely fabric—white cloth covering only her small chest, held by neck straps and back ties. Her snow-pale stomach, cute navel, smooth back, and that provocative pink sigil... all exposed. Its boldness rivaled Koon’s infamous, unnamed Queen of Jiaxi.

Below, skin-tight denim shorts clung precariously low, two unbuttoned flies hinting at black lace panties beneath.

To maximize lethality, she slipped on mismatched knee-high socks—black on the right, white on the left—over blindingly pale feet. A quick side ponytail, strappy high-heeled sandals.

Done.

Nainai checked her phone’s mirror app, striking a pose.

*Damn, I’m freaking adorable.*

She hated dressing like a streetwalker, but needs must. Once a week—if luck held, twice—was bearable.

*Just endure it...*

This outfit radiated pure, weaponized allure. Any physically functional male seeing her now would ignite like dry tinder.

*The best hunters always appear as prey.*

Outfit ready. Now she just needed the perfect moment to hunt quality targets...

Ashi City’s East District bordered the outskirts. Unlike the West’s gleaming skyscrapers, here stood squat buildings, crumbling streets, and chaotic energy—plus endless rows of abandoned construction sites.

Proximity to the city edge and countless derelict buildings bred seedy bars, KTVs, love hotels... and the gangs, thugs, biker crews, and cults that thrived among them. East District was Ashi’s underbelly.

Poor security meant cheap housing—why the Federation placed free resettlement blocks here. Low rents attracted loafers and jobless subhumans, deepening the grime, worsening safety...

A vicious cycle.

Xu Yingsnow, a top-university graduate, could handle herself despite her literary job. Otherwise, no sensible girl would dare this place—even by day.

At night? Especially unwise.

But Nainai was an exception. Chaos meant easier hunting.

West District’s law-abiding citizens and tight security (where Scavenger Squad officers would drag her home for dressing like this) were useless. East District’s wild thugs? Easy prey. A sway of her hips, and they’d offer their desire willingly.

To the little succubus, raw "rootless desire" gave far less energy than tangible, condensed lust—like comparing a gourmet cat feast to the Bonfire Lady’s ashen slop in *Dark Souls*.

Bland and meager, but enough to stave off hunger.

Nainai knew her body craved those potent, messy desires—even if her mind recoiled. Succubi lived on this.

Her restrained "diet" over twenty years had starved her new form. Her body was frozen now—no chance of becoming a curvy, statuesque woman.

"Damn it."

The thought of never growing taller or fuller filled her with bitter frustration.

She’d been male once... but who wouldn’t want a sexy, voluptuous figure? Height alone would help—no more craning her neck to see everyone.

*Slam.*

She shut her flimsy apartment door, locking it. Then she recalled Xu Yingsnow’s warning hours earlier:

—"Nainai, something’s wrong in Ashi’s East District lately. It’s unstable. Be careful."

*Unstable...?*

*Perfect.*

Tiny pink wings unfurled happily against her lower back. A sharp grin lifted her lips; violet eyes sparkled with predatory delight.

Unrest meant abundant prey. Excellent news.

Time to see exactly how "unstable" East District had become.

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Night had swallowed the streets. Streetlights cast sickly yellow pools on empty roads.

Few dared evening strolls here. Restaurants and shops shuttered early—only KTVs, bars, dance halls, and 24-hour convenience stores remained open, all backed by East District gangs. Their "clean" fronts were untouchable.

Nainai avoided these dens. She didn’t want to be swarmed by thugs or marked as prey herself.

Too much attention on someone this cute was dangerous.

East District’s nights belonged not to law-abiding citizens, but to the sewer-dwellers of this chaotic world.

*Ding-a-ling—*

"Welcome!"

The bell chimed as Nainai pushed into a tiny bubble tea shop, greeted by a robotic voice.

Thirst had struck fast—her mouth dry after earlier... exertions. Craving something sweet, she’d spotted this still-open shop.

"Sorry, miss—we’re closing soon—ah!"

The masked clerk behind the counter waved apologetically while cleaning. Though this Clock chain store had gang protection (ensuring no robberies), decent customers rarely came here at night. Thugs preferred liquor to milk tea.

Saving electricity, Clock shops usually closed early in East District.

But when the clerk looked up—

*Holy...*

Pink hair like cherry blossoms framed a doll-like face. Her petite frame wore scandalously little fabric, exposing acres of creamy skin. Violet eyes, deep as blooming irises, held hypnotic allure. Delicate pink eyeshadow accentuated her sleepy charm, igniting primal urges.

And that pink... silver sigil on her bare stomach?

Her unbuttoned shorts revealed black lace panties beneath.

His brain short-circuited.

Professionalism evaporated. He shuffled closer to the counter, voice squeaking like a stepped-on duck: "J-just kidding about closing! What can I get you, little miss...?"

He couldn’t believe his own shyness. He’d never been this flustered with customers before.

*She’s just... too damn cute.*

"Give me... milk tea."

"Iced, pure milk tea. Nainai doesn't like add-ins," Nainai said lazily, leaning against the counter, her tail swaying seductively behind her.

Her voice, sweet and creamy like milk, carried immense seductive power. It hit the young man's heart like a cannonball, leaving him dizzy.

Given his height, he easily spotted the tail and small fleshy wings behind her. He realized she was a Subhuman.

He wanted to marry this child. He didn't care about her being a Subhuman. (The Federation discouraged Subhuman-human marriages over birth defect risks, but didn't forbid them if both insisted.) Age legality meant nothing. This dangerous thought instantly flooded his mind.

His face flushed red under the mask. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed repeatedly. His usually smooth milk tea movements grew clumsy.

Though he thought his mask hid his lewd desires, to Nainai, the pink flames of lust in his chest visibly surged.

To a Succubus's senses, all disguises were meaningless.

Ah, the first prey found... The desire's quality wasn't high, nor the quantity large. But it could barely wet her throat as an appetizer.

Nainai chuckled mischievously, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The moment the milk tea was ready, her petite figure flashed. She vaulted over the low swing door, landing behind the counter.

"Young man, you look like you're struggling hard to hold back, aren't you?" Her lazy, enchanting voice intoxicated him. The alluring peach fragrance washed over him, clouding his mind.

The poor milk tea boy had never experienced this. The beautiful Subhuman loli who'd captivated him stood ten centimeters away. Overwhelming happiness nearly made him faint.

Nainai smiled radiantly. Slowly, she extended a delicate hand. Gently, she placed it on his stomach through his clothes.

"No, I..." He was overwhelmed. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. He felt suffocated. His tongue tied, speech slurring.

The male before her was at peak arousal. Now was the perfect time to feed.

"Can't even speak clearly... Poor thing. Then let Nainai help you find relief~" Her breath was sweet and fragrant. On her young, exquisitely beautiful face hung a mysterious, seductive smile. The dreamlike Little Succubus spoke in a sweet, sticky tone, soft and coquettish.