Fusiming couldn’t fathom what magic the Little Succubus held that made him unable to forget her since last night.

He’d even broken his own rules, guilt gnawing at him as he’d coaxed information from Ji Mengzhu…

It made no sense. Absolutely no sense.

Fusiming felt only time could answer this riddle.

*Whimper… whimper…*

The tiny Succubus wept softly, her damp, muffled sobs slipping down the empty street and alleyways.

Why did this scene feel so eerily similar to yesterday?

Silent, Fusiming sensed a strange sense of déjà vu.

But unlike yesterday’s helplessness, he now carried a quiet, unusual calm.

How to soothe Nainai…?

“Come with me.”

Fusiming stepped forward silently, gently grasping the Little Succubus’s forearm. Carefully, he lifted her from her curled-up heap in the corner.

Just like yesterday, the utterly despondent little demon was now a tear-streaked mess.

Tears and snot streamed down her delicate, porcelain face. Pink strands of hair clumped together messily, making her look like a grubby, abandoned kitten.

Her violet eyes shimmered wetly, brimming with utter helplessness.

Peach-pink eyeshadow, smudged by tears at the outer corners, gave her a strangely alluring, vulnerable look.

Her naturally downturned eyes were swollen red from crying—pitifully tender.

This soft, almost childlike appearance suited Nainai’s outward persona far better than her usual seductive, faux-mature act. It made one ache to tease her mercilessly.

“What are you doing?! What do you want?!”

Startled by being yanked up, Nainai instantly bristled like an angry cat, baring her teeth.

“Don’t touch me! Stalker! Pervert! H-star alien!”

Though sharp, her furious shout—thick with tears and a stuffy nose—held no real bite.

If anything, it only stoked others’ urges to dominate and tease.

Nainai struggled weakly.

She pushed Fusiming’s chest and stomach with small, frantic hands. Even her tail joined the fray, its fluffy, heart-shaped tip *pat-pat-patting* against the back of his hand.

Her resistance was futile, yet her stubborn refusal stung.

“…I won’t hurt you.”

Fusiming spoke calmly, embracing the patience owed to a petulant child.

“Trust me.”

His low, slightly raspy voice seemed to hold a quiet magic. For a fleeting second, Nainai stilled.

Her mind went blank as she stared at his face, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

*So strange…*

They’d only met twice. Barely exchanged words.

Yet both times—just now, and before—she’d instinctively believed him.

It felt… like a mother soothing her child.

Gentle. Peaceful. Filled with a milky maternal warmth.

Utterly safe, as if wrapped in a mother’s embrace.

Fusiming was undeniably male, his voice far from sweet—but Nainai felt bewitched.

*—Did he hypnotize me? Like those weird tags in doujin sites…?*

Her mind flooded with lewd tropes, the only explanation she could grasp.

“I don’t care! Let me go! Let me go! Nainai’s hungry! So hungry—wahhh!”

Her calm lasted only a heartbeat.

As if rebelling against the unbidden comfort, she kicked up a fuss again, stubbornly.

“…”

A dull throb pulsed behind Fusiming’s temples.

He exhaled softly, shaking his head in resignation.

*Fine.*

Let her rage. He hadn’t expected her cooperation anyway. From the start, he’d planned to carry her off by force.

After all, he’d done it yesterday. Practice made perfect.

Though the street seemed deserted, Fusiming couldn’t be certain no ears lurked behind walls.

They’d lingered too long already. Nainai’s noisy tantrums were a liability.

Besides…

His right eyelid had been twitching faintly for minutes.

Superstition whispered: *Left eye jumps for fortune, right eye jumps for disaster.*

Whether psychological or a genuine bad omen, Fusiming felt it deep in his bones—

If they didn’t leave now, something terrible, something disastrous, would happen.

Moreover…

Fusiming glanced up at the oppressive, dark sky.

Clouds thickened. The wind grew sharp.

The moon had vanished, its cold light smothered by heavy, quilt-like clouds.

A sudden, biting gust swept down the street, rattling Fusiming’s sleeves, Nainai’s skirt hem, and the leaves in the planter beds.

No deduction needed—the signs were clear.

Rain was coming.

A summer night drenching might still bring a chill.

Fusiming knew the drill for carrying off a struggling Succubus.

Ignoring Nainai’s terrified expression, he hoisted her off the ground.

Then, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack, he pinned her slender waist firmly against him.

“Hey—! What are you—?!”

Her feet dangled uselessly. Her flailing hands found no purchase.

Her only “resistance” was her tail, slapping his neck like a frantic flyswatter.

Worse, his solid forearm pressed hard against her lower belly—

Right over the burning, itchy pink mark.

*Uwah…*

A jolt of sour ache shot through her waist. The jostling with each step drained her strength.

Tears welled instantly. Biting her lower lip hard, Nainai stifled an embarrassing whimper.

*Oh no… it’s pressing right there…*

*I’m gonna… leak…*

“L-let… let me go! Le—”

Her voice trembled, thick with shame. Caught off-guard and utterly flustered, her earlier fury had vanished.

Her pale cheeks flushed crimson—adorably so.

*Only when thoroughly flustered, reduced to weak, useless struggles, is Nainai truly at her most lovable.*

*Making one want to tease her more.*

From his angle, Fusiming saw only the bare skin above her white dress’s back hem and her pink hair spilling over her shoulders.

He finally understood how her tail and tiny wings emerged through the human-style dress.

No special holes for Subhuman features—just crude cuts at the back, hastily pinned together with large safety pins.

Normally, gravity hid the makeshift fix. From afar, it looked seamless.

But after her violent struggles, the pins strained…

The fabric gaped.

A glimpse of disastrous scenery flashed before Fusiming’s eyes under the dim streetlight.

The sky hadn’t yet opened, but Nainai’s body had surrendered first.

He saw glistening, slick skin.

And the waterlogged white panties clinging tightly to her plump little rear, tracing every curve.

“…”

A faint flush colored Fusiming’s usually calm, handsome face. He jerked his gaze away, forcing himself not to look.

Whether for safety, to escape the coming storm, or sheer guilt—

Fusiming didn’t linger.

Securing Nainai firmly, he strode away swiftly.

The street, no longer warmed by their presence, returned to its lonely quiet. Only the ever-dim streetlights remained, and the fierce pre-rain wind whipping through the empty lanes.

…

*Plop… plop…*

*Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter…*

The moment their commotion faded and both had vanished, the pent-up downpour burst forth like a broken dam.

Rain washed away dust, washed away silence, erasing every trace of what had happened.

Yet within that heavy curtain of rain, a towering silhouette as black as ink emerged.

Jagged fangs gleamed. Bestial snorting filled the air.

Blood-red slit pupils scanned the scene. A dark snout flared, then locked onto the direction Fusiming had taken.

*Hssss…*

“Heh. The scent lingers… but they’re gone.”

Scorching breath erupted from its nostrils in thick, visible steam.

“An irrelevant Subhuman… no matter.”

“I’ve found you… I’ve memorized the sour stench of humans clinging to you.”

“You lowly human who dared sever our bond… I will kill you.”

“Soon enough…”

“After I deal with that greedy fool who betrayed our creed… who’s gone impure…”

“After I end this…”

The voice was a deep, rasping growl—like a demon’s snarl from the abyss.

It carried volcanic fury and savage hatred.

But the threat died quickly, drowned out by the downpour’s roar. Unheard. Unknown.