"That man! That guy is a total bastard! An idiot! A pervert!"

Nainai writhed on the car’s backseat like a hissing kitten, claws out as she raged against the nameless youth.

"Waaah... Yingsnow! You be the judge! I was *this close* to being full! Then he just jumped out—wham! Slap! My meal vanished like smoke!"

No honor! A left front kick, a right spinning hook kick...

She stomped her slender, black-stockinged foot against the front passenger seat, fuming.

Though the restless heat in her body had faded, its aftermath lingered:

Nainai’s soaked black-and-white stockings, her damp panties and tiny hot pants...

Even with all windows wide open, the night wind couldn’t fully sweep away the thick, musky peach-blossom scent clinging to her.

That intimate, succubus fragrance teased Yingsnow’s nose like Cupid’s fingertip, wrecking her focus behind the wheel.

Yingsnow’s long, pale thighs pressed tightly together, shifting restlessly. A flush spread across her milky cheeks; her breath came quick and shallow.

She felt terrible.

Nainai’s charm was *too* potent.

The little succubus kept grumbling, utterly unaware how dangerously alluring she looked.

But Yingsnow felt the struggle deep in her bones.

And it wasn’t just the scent.

The memory of Nainai sucking that handsome guy’s fingers—*slurp, squish*—was seared into her mind.

*Why is she so damn skilled at that...?*

Yingsnow had zero real experience, but after "studying the classics," she knew pros weren’t *this* smooth.

Nainai’s lethality was truly terrifying.

*Breathe in. Breathe out.*

Yingsnow fought to clear her head.

She’d already crushed dozens of dangerous urges—to pin Nainai down, to spank her, even to drag her into the street for a wild car—

*Stop it!*

Her carefully planned discussion about streaming proposals was utterly derailed.

*Just get her home. Then I’ll... take care of myself.*

Feeling dampness seep into the leather seat, Yingsnow bit her lip in shame.

"Hey? Yingsnow? Zaima?"

No reply after all her complaining?

Nainai leaned over the seat, peering at Yingsnow’s flushed face from the side.

"Oh-ho~ Not good, not good..."

Her demon-vision flickered downward, past Yingsnow’s ample chest. A sly, knowing smile curled her lips.

*Yingsnow’s inner fire is blazing.*

Up close, Nainai caught a faint, wet, musky scent beneath the peach blossom.

*Oh my~ She’s already flooded down there!*

*Shameless little pervert~*

Nainai conveniently forgot her own earlier downpour had been a hundred times worse.

Yingsnow’s unfocused eyes confirmed she hadn’t noticed a thing.

*This is dangerous!*

The empty midnight street stretched straight and silent—yet Yingsnow drove like a zombie.

As a passenger, Nainai felt *obligated* to intervene.

A wicked, teasing grin spread across her doll-like face.

Like a lover’s whisper, she pressed her soft, warm lips to Yingsnow’s slightly flushed ear—

"Yingsnow~ h❤~"

Scorching, honeyed breath flooded Yingsnow’s ear canal, burrowing deep like a mischievous mouse.

*ZAP!*

A jolt shot from her ear straight to her toes—

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

Shrieking in shock and shame, Yingsnow rocketed upward, slamming the brakes.

*THUD!*

The seatbelt held. Her forehead bounced off the windshield with a dull *thump*, shaking the whole car.

Tires screeched, smoking as the vehicle fishtailed to a halt in the road’s center.

"Nainai! You idiot! What are you *doing*?!"

Panting, crimson to her ears, Yingsnow glared at the succubus sprawled across the front seat.

As an Extraordinary Being, her bruised forehead barely stung.

But fragile little Nainai?

"Uuuuh... my head... my tummy..."

She’d cracked her skull on the console and impaled her belly on a stray water bottle.

Rubbing both throbbing spots, tears welled in her eyes as she struggled upright.

*Classic. Mess with chaos, get chaos back.*

"Nainai..." Yingsnow’s voice dropped to a hellish growl. Her eyes burned like molten blades. "Explain. *Now*."

All lust had curdled into pure murder intent.

*This pain is turning into killing intent.jpg*

"Ehehe... Yingsnow... it was... an accident..."

Nainai shrank back, forcing a wobbly smile.

*Oh no. I messed up BIG. She’s gonna kill me!*

Swallowing hard, she trembled like a cornered hamster, tail tucked tight.

*Gotta escape!*

Her violet eyes darted wildly—then locked onto the door handle.

"Ah... ha! Yingsnow! This is far enough! I’ll walk the rest—"

*Freedom lies beyond that door!*

But Rage-mode Yingsnow wasn’t letting her off that easy.

"Running? Not a chance. Get. Back. HERE."

...

"Wah! I’m sorry! Don’t pull my pants down! They’re dirty!—WAAAHHH! Not my butt! It stings!"

...

"Help! Someone save me! Subhuman abuse! WAAAAH!"

...

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

...

The blackened Yingsnow silently sealed the windows, muffling Nainai’s wails and the sharp *smack-smack-smack* of well-deserved punishment.

Some little succubi just had to learn the hard way.