Fusiming, usually taciturn around anyone but Wanghong, finally managed to clear his name after exhausting effort. Nainai had been stubbornly suspicious, covering her ears like a turtle chanting "I'm not listening!"
He truly hadn't intended anything with her—he'd only brought her here to escape the rain.
"Are you insane?"
Her earlier absurd fear melted into burning embarrassment, then flared into anger. Nainai glared at Fusiming with wide, furious eyes. "Seriously?! If you just wanted shelter, why pick this godforsaken dump? You know my place is right nearby! Why not go there instead? Are you making things unnecessarily complicated?"
Her pink, fluffy tail lashed angrily, the only part of her body strong enough to strike. She slapped it hard against the back of Fusiming’s head.
Sadly, it did no real damage.
Even though his dark, wavy hair was soaked and plastered flat by the rain, its rough texture still scraped against her tender, pudding-soft tail tip. The friction sent tingling waves of pleasure up Nainai’s spine...
*No! This tingly feeling is dangerous ❤...*
She bit back a whimper, her waist trembling as she squeezed her thighs together. Her lips parted slightly, releasing sweet, milky breaths into the rain.
*Thank goodness for this downpour...*
Without it washing everything away, Fusiming would’ve definitely noticed the damp patch spreading across his shirt...
*Thank you, heavens! Thank you...*
"Going to your place... wouldn’t that be awkward?"
Oblivious to the little succubus’s turmoil, Fusiming mumbled shyly, "We’re not exactly close yet..."
*NOT CLOSE?! YOU KNOW WE’RE NOT CLOSE, YOU IDIOT!*
Nainai nearly choked on her own rage. It was so intense it even drowned out the gnawing hunger and fiery itch crawling under her skin.
*This guy Fusiming is either missing a hundred brain cells or was born without a cerebellum.*
"You call *this* ‘not close’? Kidnapping a helpless girl twice right after meeting her?!" she snapped, rolling her dewy, desire-glazed eyes. "Real friends don’t do that! This is straight-up criminal! And what even are you doing? I’m starving! Just let me go! You’re with the Scavenger Squad, right? Don’t you have missions? Why waste time with a regular citizen like me?!"
Her sharp words made Fusiming pause.
*What reason do I even have to stay? Why am I clinging to her?*
He looked down at her flushed face—the delicate features shimmering with feverish heat, those hazy eyes burning with hunger and stubbornness.
*She’s starving...*
Through his soaked shirt, he felt the scorching heat radiating from her small body, the faint tremors she was trying to suppress. Ji Mengzhu had briefed him on Nainai’s condition. He knew exactly how dire it was.
Memories flooded back: last night, when she’d licked his palm and Corruption Essence had surged wildly through him; the mind-shattering euphoria when she’d touched him again. Just one taste of that sensation had seared itself into his soul.
He craved it. He craved *her*.
Pink flames flickered in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath.
*This urge to touch her... it must be a side effect of her feeding. Like an addict craving their next fix.*
*No wonder her ability erases memories after feeding—it’s a survival mechanism for succubi. But why do I remember everything?*
He suspected his father’s bloodline—Fusizhi’s bizarre, unfathomable power. Even as his sole heir, Fusiming couldn’t comprehend it. For now, that was the only explanation.
...
*Thinking really does kill the urge.*
Fusiming opened his eyes, clarity returning. He focused ahead, pushing aside distractions.
*—Get inside. Find shelter. Feed her first.*
Ignoring his traitorous heartbeat, he turned to the rusted iron fence before them.
This junkyard had a proper entrance—a heavy gate sealed with chains and a deadbolt. As an Extraordinary Being, he could break it easily. But the gate faced a wide street; too exposed.
This wire-mesh wall, hidden in a narrow alley, was far more discreet. During his discreet investigations near Nainai’s home, he’d noted the untouched mud and lack of footprints. No one had been here in years.
*Strange. Places like this usually get claimed by gangs or underground rats. But in the East District, abandoned buildings and half-finished ruins are everywhere. And this is close to the West District... Why choose a drafty junkyard over proper shelter?*
"Hey! Are you even listening?!" Nainai yelled, furious at his silence.
Fusiming didn’t answer. He simply raised his right fist and pressed it against the ten-foot-high, rust-eaten fence.
He focused. Corruption Essence surged.
The calm trickle within him erupted like wild stallions, racing through nerves and veins to gather at his knuckles. Then, with impossible speed and chaotic fury, it began to spin—
**Spiral Force: Chaotic Spiral**
*Crack! Crack! Crack!*
His fist became a black hole singularity. A hurricane-like vortex of twisting force exploded across the fence.
*Bang!*
The rusted mesh stood no chance against the shredding spiral. With a deafening snap, the entire section crumpled inward, torn and twisted around his fist.
The path was clear.
Thankfully, the heaviest rain of the season drowned out the crash before it could carry far.
Under Nainai’s horrified gaze, Fusiming casually flicked his right hand aside. The mangled, spiraled wreckage of the fence clattered to the muddy ground.
