But, but, but!
The quality of this desire was truly off the charts—so intense it was nearly solidifying from flame into a lump.
But the quantity? Damn, it was pathetically meager.
Is this it? Is this it? Is this it?
Damn man, are you even capable?
Nainai was on the verge of a meltdown.
She felt like the skin on her tongue and mouth lining was being scraped raw by that finger, yet the flame of desire in this curly-haired man’s heart just sputtered out, its size stubbornly unchanged.
F*ck, was this guy actually castrated?
Nainai deeply suspected it.
Effort and reward were wildly disproportionate. She felt like a worker ruthlessly PUA’d by a shady boss—a huge lump of anger built in her belly, blood pressure spiking instantly.
But the Little Succubus dared not lash out.
Remembering past lessons, she feared that throwing a tantrum would snuff out the tiny spark she’d painstakingly ignited by licking what felt like sandpaper and sucking on a chew toy.
Endure… endure…
No choice left—Nainai swallowed her pride.
Eyes drooping, she clutched the man’s finger in her mouth, wearily staring at her hard-earned labor: a pink flame the size of her little finger.
When had she ever eaten such a pitiful portion of desire? When had she ever been this humiliated?
She pushed the finger out with her tiny tongue. A glistening, suggestive thread connected the saliva-coated tip to her soft lips.
Pearly teeth bit her lower lip as Nainai glared at the youth’s handsome face with deep resentment.
“Bastard, I hate you.”
Though she said it, the Little Succubus had no real choice.
Eat it, eat it. The portion was small, but it’d fill her stomach a bit…
Pouting with chubby cheeks, she reluctantly brought her slender fingers near the youth’s abdomen…
Desire, harvest—
The “Corruption Essence” within her stirred with instinct, a hazy pink aura swirling around her fingertips.
They traced his firm abs through his shirt, drawing out the weak pink flame inside like a tiny trickling stream.
“Hss—”
The youth gasped sharply.
Eyes hidden under curly bangs widened, but his silver pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He shivered violently, spine bending as if naked in a snowstorm.
His other hand moved subtly—Nainai, experienced, spotted it.
Heh, trying to suppress it, huh?
Triumphant and disdainful, the Little Succubus watched the flushed, struggling youth. Harvesting desire was like forcibly draining his body—his embarrassing reaction was normal. That he hadn’t collapsed already showed decent endurance.
His reaction didn’t matter now. It was the flame in her hand…
Holding it, Nainai realized how scorching it was—a tiny sun coiled around her fingertips.
Sigh, if only there was more! At a normal level, this youth alone could sustain her for two weeks.
Why…?
Nainai now understood: God never opens both door and window at once.
Head tilted back, she exposed her slender swan neck, opening her mouth to let the bright pink flame drip onto her waiting tongue.
The tiny desire, like gentle spring rain, moistened her parched throat and stomach…
Mmm, not filling, but her belly felt a little less empty.
As if a hidden switch flipped, her restless body instantly calmed.
The lewd sigil stopped flashing; her belly no longer burned; her panties stayed dry…
Mmm, not being forced into heat felt so good…
“Hoo…”
Eyes half-closed, she sighed contentedly—like a constipated wretch finally relieved.
The soul-deep ache vanished, leaving her light-headed.
But the bliss didn’t last.
Her cute face crumpled again. Rubbing her plump belly, Nainai wrestled with conflict.
She wasn’t full. This scrap would only last one more day.
By tomorrow’s same hour, she’d need to hunt again—or hunger would drag her back into forced heat.
Aaah! So troublesome!
Scratching her head, pained expression twisting her face, her little tail swung wildly with her chaotic emotions.
…Forget it.
She hated going out, but tomorrow’s problems were tomorrow’s Nainai’s burden…
Screw it!
“Hmph!”
Shaking her head, Nainai shot a resentful glance at the youth—hunched over, clutching his waist like he’d lost his kidneys—then huffed and turned to leave.
The result wasn’t ideal, but he’d kept his promise.
Nainai wasn’t an unreasonable brat; she’d act “generous.”
Besides, drained of desire, he’d barely recover soon.
And he’d likely forgotten her existence—no need to lecture him further…
Better to go home early.
Today, she’d been grabbed by two filthy Subhumans smelling like toilet mops—God knew when they last bathed—and a grime-caked cloth stuffed in her mouth.
Even impressively lazy Nainai felt crawling lice under her clothes without a shower.
“Snow-chan, I’m done. Let’s go…”
“Responsible… is nothing more required of me?”
A hoarse, dazed murmur came from behind.
Like a paused video—words, actions, thoughts—everything froze.
Stunned, the Little Succubus whirled to stare at the youth. He stood straight now, back to his gloomy, expressionless self.
“How?!” she shouted, voice trembling with shock.
Why hadn’t he lost his memory of her?
Her amethyst eyes flickered wildly.
Quick recovery from post-stimulation blues was fine—some were gifted.
But memory…
Prey always forgot her.
Twenty-five years of proof. No exceptions.
Ordinary humans… Subhumans… Weak Rank Extraordinary Beings… even Esoteric Ability Users—all obeyed this iron law.
So why him?
“You remember me?” she asked suspiciously, pointing at herself.
“…Nainai?”
After silence, the youth murmured tentatively. Xu Yingsnow had called that childish nickname earlier—it stuck.
He remembered her.
The thought shattered Nainai. Her face twisted in agony.
This… was trouble…
All those intimate things she’d done…
—Would he obsess over her now?!
Clutching her head, she stumbled back and tumbled into Xu Yingsnow’s arms, eyes wide with shock.
“Nainai? You okay?” Little Snow asked worriedly.
But vacant-eyed, mind in chaos, Nainai heard nothing.
She’d shamelessly licked his palm and sucked his fingers precisely because prey always forgot her after harvest!
But now—now!
Mmm, mortifying…
Memories replayed: her tongue tingled with his scent.
Fear melted into scalding shame. A pink flush spread across her snow-white cheeks.
She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself…
“…Snow-chan! Let’s go! Hurry! I want home! I can’t stay here!”
Tail flicking, her pink wings snapped open at her waist.
Crushed by social death, the Little Succubus grabbed Xu Yingsnow’s hand and fled the alley.
Peach-colored hair flipped wildly; her milk-pale ear tips burned crimson.
The youth watched silently as the pink demon dragged the tall girl away, noise fading into the night.
Midnight’s moon slipped from thick clouds, casting cool light down the alley—illuminating their path and his still figure.
In the glow, he raised his damp right hand, staring blankly at the peach-scented wet mark on his palm and finger.
Her name was… Nainai?
Calm-faced, he etched it deep in his heart.
