Nainai stared blankly at her computer screen, her pink lips slightly parted in a dazed stupor.

A thick strand of drool oozed unconsciously from the corner of her mouth. Pulled by gravity, it slid down her plump, delicate chin and *plop* landed on the cheap keyboard, stretching into a glistening thread.

Clearly, she was in no state to competently fulfill her healer duties in *Final Fantasy 41*.

Even a regular four-player dungeon risked a tank death, let alone the high-difficulty raid she was currently attempting.

"Stack for shared damage! Stack! Stack! "

"Damn it! White Mage, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Raise me! White Mage! Benediction! Benediction! What are you even doing?!"

"Tank’s down! Tank’s down! DK’s dead! White Mage’s afk—Scholar, raise him!"

"I can’t survive the next execution with my cooldowns down! Get the DK up!"

"I’m on cooldown—Red Mage, cover me!"

"Like hell I have mana left!"

"We’re wiped. Again… Ugh… my burst potions…"

…

Obviously, Nainai’s sudden lapse had just wiped the entire raid group.

The party chat erupted into a holy tribunal condemning her "deliberate trolling."

"Carry my ass! We didn’t even reach Phase 3! Is this your idea of ‘carrying’?!"

"Today, *you’re* the boss I’m farming!"

"Confirmed troll. Progress fraud! Blacklisted!"

"Waaah… you owe me burst potions…"

"I’m reporting you on the forums…"

…

Amid the tsunami of accusations flooding her ears, Nainai snapped back to reality. Wiping drool from her chin and keyboard with a tissue, irritation flared.

It wasn’t her fault she’d zoned out! Her body was just… acting up again.

Biting her lower lip, a flush spreading across her snow-pale cheeks, the Little Succubus glared down with resentful eyes at the glowing pink sigil pulsing on her soft little belly. Waves of heat surged through her delicate frame. She pressed her irresistibly plump thighs together, rubbing them restlessly. Her mind had long since floated away on the tide of arousal—how could she possibly focus on "stacking" or "Benediction"?

—*Seriously, it’s just one wipe! Shut up already! Such nasty trash-talk…*

"My period’s here and I feel awful, okay?! Screw this! I’ll leave myself! Go play with your own balls!"

She jabbed open the party chat and unleashed a furious, high-pitched rant. Ignoring the sudden, eerie silence that followed, she slammed Alt+F4 without hesitation.

Back in the now-incomplete raid group, the voice chat stayed **dead silent for a beat—then exploded**:

"Holy crap! That White Mage trolling as a Lalafell Black Mage… was a *girl*?!"

"Wait, her voice is actually hot? No voice changer?!"

"Who cares if she sounds good—I wanna see her face!"

"Hey! Since when did you ‘men keep IDs, women self-strengthen’ hypocrites turn into drooling simp-dogs over one girl?!"

"……"

But Nainai, already powering down her PC, heard none of it. Curled up on her messy, plush bed, she writhed while clutching her stomach.

The "period" excuse? Pure fabrication. Her body only craved one thing—lust. It never bled.

"Aaah! So hungry! So hungry!"

"Why did that curly-haired bastard give me such a tiny dose?! It didn’t even last a day!"

Her pink hair tangled wildly as she thrashed, accidentally snarling around the base of her tiny, furled wings.

Yanking it free only brought—

"Waaah! It hurts!"

A sharp stab shot through her lower back, tears springing to her eyes.

The Little Succubus pushed herself up, settling into a cute seiza pose. Head bowed, she sulkily untangled the messy strands clinging to her wings.

Outside, the crimson glow of sunset bled faintly through thick curtains, painting them a soft orange.

Just from that dim light, Nainai knew exactly how agonizingly slow the hours were crawling.

*Aaah, why isn’t it dark yet?! Why can’t it be time to go out?!*

Tormented by her own body, Nainai buried her face in a fluffy pillow after freeing her hair. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet, peachy scent soaked into the fabric over countless restless nights.

This position—exposing her vulnerable nape to the AC’s chill—made her painfully aware of just how *damp* the skin felt from her lower back all the way down to her knees…

*Maybe… just a little playtime?*

Her soft tail coiled shyly into a circle. Nainai turned her head slightly, her damp violet eyes heavy with longing as they flickered toward her right hand.

Slender, pale fingers—like young bamboo shoots—wiggled teasingly, showing off their nimbleness.

…*Nah.*

After a fierce internal battle, she abandoned the idea.

Starvation had claimed her body. With her lust-energy nearly depleted, her ten short, thin fingers alone wouldn’t be enough to push her over the edge.

She’d get stuck right at the brink, trembling and unsatisfied…

Better to avoid that maddening limbo altogether.

*Just endure. Endure until I find prey tonight…*

Uncaring of drooling on the pillow, Nainai sank her teeth into the cover like it owed her money.

Her body screamed for relief she couldn’t give—like a starving man staring at a cake he could never touch.

The true agony wasn’t distance. It was having salvation *right there*, yet utterly out of reach.

*If only it had never appeared…*

But she couldn’t control when her cravings struck. All she could do was suffer in silence.

*Aaah, hurry up and get dark!*

The tiny Succubus prayed desperately for night to fall.

Until then… she had hours of scorching heat left to endure.