These two beast-like Subhumans—wearing nothing but filthy trousers, dragging the slender Little Succubus Nainai into a shadowy alley—were practically a miniature snapshot of Ashi City’s East District.
Nightfall was prime time for these sewer rats to crawl out.
Decent girls, rich or poor, never wandered East District streets after dark. Even locals with unavoidable late shifts preferred crashing at friends’ places or paying for motels over braving the night roads home.
The reason? Simple.
East District after dark...
Was *too damn dangerous*.
No one wanted to bump into some horny bastard here. Best-case scenario? You’d get used up all night and dumped like trash on the curb. Worst-case? You’d vanish without a trace.
These weren’t empty threats. Real cases—gruesome, stomach-churning ones—piled up. And the clearance rate? Barely 20%.
Blame the East District’s tangled underworld. Blame the Scavenger Squad’s crippling manpower shortage. With the Containment Zone monsters already stretching federal resources thin, Ashi City’s officials could only warn citizens: *Stay away from the East District*.
The underground factions played along nicely. They stayed put in their cesspool, never spilling beyond its borders.
So anyone roaming East District streets at night? Definitely no saint.
And Nainai—a harmless little lamb—was prime prey for wolves like these.
Dressed like *that*? Just two palm-sized scraps of fabric clinging to her body. Slippery-soft black-and-white stockings. That lewd, suggestive emblem inked on her belly. Another Subhuman, too...
Her porcelain skin looked good enough to lick. One fleeting glimpse of her unearthly, doll-like face had already seared itself into Wolf’s mind.
He ground his teeth. Amber eyes wide as saucers. Hot breath flaring from flared nostrils. Just gripping her delicate wrist and inhaling her intoxicating peachy scent made him feel ready to combust.
If *he* was this worked up seeing only her back, imagine Boar—staring straight at the Little Succubus’s front.
Boar wheezed like an asthmatic, chest heaving. Only the street code—"Boss gets first dibs"—stopped him from pinning this exquisite creature down right now and doing unspeakable things.
"Wolf... she’s too beautiful. I can’t hold back much longer..." Boar’s already grotesque pig-face twisted with desperation.
Wolf chuckled darkly. "Heh. After we’re done, we could sell her for a fortune. Heard the Jackal Gang’s paying top coin for pretty girls like this..."
*Worst possible luck*, Nainai thought silently.
If they’d grabbed an ordinary, fragile girl? She’d be another missing poster by dawn.
But these idiots picked *her*.
True, their unwashed stench nearly made her gag. But as prey? Their potential was... impressive.
Boar’s body practically radiated a thick, roiling pink flame. And behind her? Wolf’s desire burned so fiercely it licked at her skin like physical heat.
This scorching intensity made Nainai’s whole body flush, tingle.
*Quality desire? Quantity’s definitely there. Time for a proper feast.*
She swallowed hard, hidden from their view. Her bewitching violet eyes already swam with ravenous hunger.
She’d been *starving*. And now? Like a vulture spotting roadkill—perfect timing.
Screw East District safety. Prey was prey.
Their raging lust felt hot enough to melt her small frame. But the greedy Little Succubus sensed they hadn’t peaked yet. She could squeeze *more* out of them.
Patience. The meal tastes sweeter when cooked right...
How to push them further?
Time for *active provocation*.
So far, she’d relied on *passive* allure—just her body doing the work. But to drain these filthy beasts completely? She needed *acting*.
From years of hunting, Nainai knew: predators craved helpless prey. The more innocent, the more terrified the "little rabbit" seemed, the faster their savage urges would spiral.
Her role? The fragile, clueless maiden.
Her violet eyes fluttered. Tears welled at the corners like dew on petals, making them shimmer. Her cherry-blossom bangs half-veiled those gem-like eyes, amplifying her pitiful aura.
She worked her tongue, dislodging the grimy gag. Pink lips pressed together. Pearly teeth sank into her jelly-soft lower lip. Even the tip of her petite nose flushed a delicate, wounded pink.
Her small body trembled. The young succubus feigned weak, futile struggles against Wolf’s grip.
"Don’t... please don’t hurt me..."
Tears traced perfect paths down her porcelain cheeks. Her voice—soft, young, yet laced with unnatural allure—quavered with fear like a lost kitten’s mewl.
*Boom. Maximum damage achieved.*
Beneath the act, Nainai smirked inwardly. She didn’t need to hear their thunderous breathing or see the bulges straining their pants. The inferno of lust blazing around them—hot enough to warp the air—told her everything.
Playing innocent? Her specialty. Years of "training" had honed her seductive performance to perfection.
All for an extra mouthful per hunt. Pathetic, really.
"Fuck it! I’m done waiting! Boar—keep watch! I’ll take my turn first!"
Nainai’s flawless act shattered Wolf’s last restraint. Location didn’t matter anymore. He’d take her right here in the alley mouth.
His filthy palm clamped over her face, leaving only her right eye visible—wide with tears and terror.
But hidden beneath his hand, her left eye danced with glee.
The stench of his grimy fingers? Irrelevant. Starving Nainai only cared about filling her empty belly.
The pink emblem on her stomach pulsed, deepening to a liquid glow. Hunger clawed at her sanity.
*Hurry... hurry...*
