"Nainai, be careful, okay? I'm heading back now."

Xu Yingsnow stood at the door, knuckles rapping *knock-knock-knock* against the rusted metal. She sighed, watching the little succubus sprawled like a discarded doll on a bed draped in embarrassingly frilly sheets.

"Don’t open the door for strangers, got it? You might get kidnapped..."

"And don’t order cheap takeout randomly either. Who knows if those kitchens are clean? You’ll get sick..."

"Call me if anything’s unmanageable. I’ll be tied up with other things these next few days, so... take care of yourself."

Like a mother about to leave on a business trip, Xu Yingsnow fussed at the threshold until Nainai’s head throbbed.

*She wasn’t some toddler!* She was *forty-eight*!

Resentment burned in her eyes.

"...That’s all."

After that marathon lecture, Xu Yingsnow paused to catch her breath, her mouth dry.

"Last thing—Nainai, *bathe* tonight! Don’t skip brushing your teeth! Bye!"

"...Bye."

*Slam.*

Xu Yingsnow was gone. The cramped, shabby room held only the little succubus again.

Deep night had fallen. Faint cricket chirps seeped through cracks in the walls. Nainai lay facedown, her cheek buried in the pillow. The tiny hand that had waved goodbye now drooped limply, sinking into the thick quilt.

Her waist-length peach-pink hair spilled across the bed, glowing under the lamplight like a sunset-drenched sea of blossoms. Her delicate pink wings fluttered softly with each breath, and the tiny tail coiled at the base of her spine trembled in rhythm. Only these small movements proved she was still awake.

She might *look* exhausted—but the real reason she refused to move was sheer embarrassment...

"My butt... *hurts*..."

A low, whimpery sob escaped her. She lifted her head, tears glistening in the corners of her crimson, doe-like eyes. Earlier in the car, Xu Yingsnow—enraged by her recklessness—had unleashed a high-voltage spanking.

Nainai’s lower half felt numb. The slightest shift sent sharp pain shooting through her backside.

*Ugh, cruel Yingsnow!* Hitting her was one thing—but *why strip her pants off*?

Thankfully, it’d been past midnight. No one saw her plump, bun-like cheeks... or the delicate folds beneath, dusted with soft pink fuzz.

She sniffled cutely, her peach-blossom eyes flashing with lingering fear and grumpiness. The sting from Xu Yingsnow’s palm against her tofu-soft skin still throbbed after half an hour. A burning ache radiated from her swollen, snow-pale buttocks, as if they might char through.

Her rear wouldn’t heal anytime soon.

What choice did she have? Lying flat was the only option...

"But I still... need a shower..."

Though her bottom felt split, scorched, and throbbing, she refused to sleep smelling of filthy subhuman beasts.

Gripping her waist, the little succubus struggled upright. Teeth gritted, she crawled toward the bathroom like a newborn kitten—wobbly, unsteady, utterly pitiful.

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*Fzzzt—*

The old bulb flickered, its feeble light pulsing like bleached bone. Thin currents hissed through its wires. Thick cobwebs draped the ceiling corners and cables, swaying in the chill draft. Their shadows slithered across grime-caked walls.

*Fzzzt—*

Another sputter. The ancient bulb flared twice—then died with a *hiss*.

But in its final gasp of light, the room’s layout was clear:

A leather recliner. A cracked wooden desk. A tall stool.

That was all.

*FZZZZT—!*

A screeching electric burst tore through the darkness. Blue sparks coiled around the burnt-out filament—then a sickly white light exploded outward!

"*GYAAAAAAHHHH—!!! AAAAAAGH—!!!*"

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the room as the light blazed.

Strapped to the welded-down chair was a hulking beast.

Deep blue fur covered his body. Triangular ears twitched above a long, lashing tail. Bloodshot slit-pupiled eyes bulged. Jaws gaped wide, revealing razor-sharp fangs. Muscles coiled like iron boulders beneath his hide. His reverse-jointed legs ended in massive, clawed paws.

A wolf subhuman.

His muzzle—already dented by fist-sized bruises—was wired shut. Only muffled shrieks escaped. Thick ropes, soaked crimson with blood, bound his limbs, neck, torso. Every joint was immobilized. No matter how he thrashed, he couldn’t break free.

"Tsk tsk, my tasty morsel~ Can’t you just sit still?"

A sweet, girlish voice chimed behind him—playful as a neighbor’s greeting, affectionate as a lover’s tease.

The wolf’s eyes flew wide. Blood vessels burst across his sclera. Tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

"*NOOOOOO—!!! AAAAGH—!!!*"

He howled, writhing like a madman desperate to escape his prison.

As if the owner of that lovely voice were a vengeful ghost come to drag him to hell—

*Plop.*

A slender hand—pale teal skin, a red seam circling the wrist—slid smoothly *out* of the wolf’s furry abdomen.

No torn flesh. No gushing blood. As if the hand had always belonged there.

Fingers uncurled, revealing a glistening, kidney-shaped lump. Red-brown. Veined. Tethered by thick tubes that vanished back into the wolf’s heaving gut.

"Hehe~ Such a plump kidney! Perfect size, lovely color... looks delicious, doesn’t it?"

She rolled the organ like a worry stone, humming happily.

"Good, good—I’ll set this aside~ Now... what else haven’t I taken out yet?"

She tossed the kidney onto the desk like a ping-pong ball. It bounced twice before plopping into a pile of glistening offal.

Kidneys. Liver. Pancreas. Spleen. Stomach. Half a lung. A coil of intestine.

Every organ remained connected to intact veins, nerves, lymphatic tubes—all snaking back into the wolf’s unbroken hide.

They pulsed. Twitched. *Worked.*

Watching his own innards writhe under the draft’s caress, the wolf felt the wind slice straight through his ribs.

Pain detonated through his body. The sight shattered his sanity.

"*GAAAAHHH—!!! URRRGGG—!!!*"

He bucked wildly. The wire bit deeper into his muzzle. Ropes sawed into his flesh. Blood bubbled from the wounds, painting him head-to-toe in gore.

No wonder the ropes were already dark with old blood...

*Squelch—*

"Ehehe! Found it!"

Giggles like silver bells rang out. The teal hand emerged again—from the wolf’s *chest* this time—clutching a fist-sized, throbbing mass.

*Thump-thump... thump-thump...*

Peach-shaped. Veined with thick arteries.

His heart.

"*Glllk—!!! KKKHHH—!!!*"

The wolf stared, eyes rupturing with terror, as fingers casually *squeezed* his heart.

Agony like shattered glass ripped through his nerves.

His body convulsed—chair legs screeching against the floor—then went limp. Eyes rolled back. Consciousness fled under the weight of pain and horror.

"Aww? Fainted already? What a useless little fish."

The hand poked his shoulder. Confirming his unconsciousness, it tossed the heart aside carelessly.

The small hands that had sprouted from Wild Wolf's chest waved in the air as if deeply troubled, then flexed their fingers and slowly retracted back into his body.

"Well, whatever. I'm full anyway... This taste of fear is really quite nice, hmm? Thanks for the treat~"

Teasingly smiling and thanking, the girl who had only been heard but never seen finally revealed her true form.

Pop pop pop pop...

With sounds like tiny bubbles bursting inside soft clay, a petite, naked girl's body slowly wriggled out. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she grew from Wild Wolf's unconscious form.

Her skin, like those hands, was a strange, pale bluish-green.

Stitches of various colors crisscrossed her entire body—not just her wrists.

Neck, chest, arms, waist, thighs, feet, fingers, toes...

These stitches kept her from crumbling into a messy pile of flesh.

Her body parts were literally stitched together alive.

Though her petite curves were well-proportioned and alluring, her bluish skin glistening softly under the lights, these bizarre traits made her appearance utterly grotesque.

Yet unlike those features, her face was truly adorable.

Beneath shoulder-length hair streaked with gray and white, her large green eyes sparkled like a soft pool of autumn water—bright and lively. She looked like the cute little sister next door.

Stitches lined her mouth, nose bridge, forehead, and eye sockets, but they didn't ruin her beauty. Instead, they added a macabre, eerie charm.

This peculiar girl was Le Zhi. She was the sole member of the Interrogation Department in Ashi City's Scavenger Squad, and also worked part-time as a coroner.

Her true identity... could be guessed from her unique traits. She wasn't human, but a Subhuman—a Zombie Subhuman.

What she'd done to Wild Wolf... was simply her duty: interrogation.

Of course, she wasn't questioning Wild Wolf himself. She targeted Wild Boar in the next room, who watched everything live on screen, trembling with fear.

Wild Wolf was stubborn and hard-hearted; nothing could be gotten from him.

So Le Zhi used him as a sacrifice to frighten Wild Boar—far weaker-willed—to extract the intel Scavenger Squad needed.

This tactic—making an example of one to scare another—never failed for Miss Le Zhi.

"Naughty kids aren't allowed to look, okay? Besides, there's nothing much to see on this old sister's body. Listen to me, turn your heads away, be good."

Feeling gazes from behind the wall—which seemed like a blood-smeared concrete barrier but was actually one-way glass—Le Zhi teased with a mischievous grin. She covered her tiny but perky breasts and the sensitive area between her legs.

She couldn't see them inside, but she knew people were out there.

Even an old lady like her had some dignity to keep.

Covering those three spots, Le Zhi strolled leisurely to the wooden table. She roughly grabbed the scattered organs and stuffed them haphazardly back into Wild Wolf's body.

This crude action showed no concern for misplacement.

After all, her Special Ability completely prevented such issues.

After confirming no dirt stained her skin, the zombie girl snatched the white lab coat draped over a high stool and threw it on carelessly.

Le Zhi didn't bother buttoning it, letting the oversized coat hang loose.

As it flapped, glimpses of her skin peeked through the front gap.

She adjusted her hair caught in the collar, then slipped on the black-rimmed glasses from the pocket. Hands in pockets, wearing slightly oversized slippers, she hummed a tune and strolled toward the next interrogation room—where Wild Boar was tied up.

"Hi hi, Medical Department folks, time to work~"