Nainai had been staring at the desire within Fusiming like it was treasure, reluctant to pluck and devour it even after minutes of longing.

It was like hesitating over the last perfect, unbroken potato chip in an open snack bag.

Once eaten, it would be gone forever.

A child’s regret over precious treats.

Besides, Nainai kept hoping that delicious flame of desire would grow bigger, richer…

But uneaten food was merely scenery. A trinket. A toy.

Food only fulfilled its purpose when devoured completely.

After all this waiting, Nainai had had enough.

She’d seen through him—this man’s desire simply wouldn’t swell.

Its purity was far too low.

So…

“Mmm❤~ Time to eat!”

Her violet eyes sparkled *kirakira* with excitement, curving into crescent moons. Nainai darted out her tongue, *prpr*-ing over her parched pink lips.

A flustered, peach-colored smile played on the little succubus’s delicate face as she reached eagerly toward Fusiming’s abdomen.

Her small, pale hands were flawless—smooth, tight skin without a single callus or blemish.

Each nail was perfectly trimmed, neat and rosy, with healthy white half-moons at their bases.

Truth was, lazy Nainai pampered her fingernails most diligently.

After all, long nails would hurt *there* during… certain activities.

Ahem.

Instinct fused with Corruption Essence swirled at her slender fingertips, shaping a hook to reel out desire.

Next…

Desire—pluck—

“My apologies. Excuse me.”

Fusiming’s calm, gravelly voice cut through the air above her.

Before Nainai could react, his hand shot under her arms.

With one swift motion, he lifted the little succubus off him, flipped her midair, and pinned her upside down—

Like an ancient meme of offering a loli to a boss.

“Hssss-MEEOOOWWWW—!”

The black cat’s agonized shriek tore through the room, as if jolted by a nightmare it desperately buried.

“Mmph?? Hnnn?!”

Rough, warm palms filled Nainai’s armpits. Her parted lips let out dazed, *koko*-like whimpers.

Within a second, the flush on her cheeks deepened from arousal to scalding crimson.

Even her damp, pink hair couldn’t hide the pointed white ears burning red beneath.

Why?

His hands gripped the *wrong* place.

Fusiming prioritized speed over propriety. He hadn’t considered *where* to hold her.

So…

*Squish*❤~~~

A phantom sound—like cotton candy compressed under fingers.

Hot. Strange…

The shock cleared Nainai’s lust-clouded mind.

She realized her feet dangled in air. His large hands trapped her underarms—and locked firmly over the twin mounds beneath.

Her most sensitive spot was engulfed in hard, searing heat.

She’d touched herself often… but never *another’s* touch!

Especially not *his*!

Electric shame surged from her chest, paralyzing her limbs.

Her childish face flushed with fury and humiliation. Tears swelled at the corners of her pink-rimmed eyes.

She’d been a boy once—*theoretically*, she shouldn’t care about a man touching her chest…

But… but…

Being touched *for real* made her unbearably, instinctively shy!

Her body betrayed her. Even self-pleasure never sparked such sensitivity…

“Nngh… Hey! Pervert! You’re—”

“I’m sorry, Nainai.”

Her voice trembled with outrage. Before she could demand he release her chest and set her down, Fusiming’s sincere apology stopped her.

He seemed unaware of what his hands held.

Nainai, fixated on those palms, missed the black cat’s furious snarls entirely.

Fusiming’s entire maneuver—grabbing Nainai, flipping her, apologizing—took six seconds.

*The cat should’ve reacted by now.*

“You… hah❤… know… ngh❤… to apologize? Then let go—”

Nainai choked out a flustered protest, squeezing her thighs shut.

Useless.

Water droplets still fell from her shoe tips—proof her tiny struggle hadn’t sealed the floodgates.

Holding back tears was already her limit!

“SSSSSS-MEEOOOOWWWW—!!!!”

Using Nainai as a shield had scraped the black king’s deepest wound.

Its eyes flashed with primal terror. A long-buried nightmare crashed into its mind.

*You bastard! I’ll kill you!!!!!!!!*

Its third eye—a vortex of blood—widened to its limit. Its ordinary yellow cat eyes bulged, twisted with rage.

Deep crimson bled into its remaining pupils.

In an instant, all three pairs of eyes blazed with the Crimson Sacred Eye’s endless killing intent.

Tripled fury erupted!

Blood-red flooded Fusiming’s vision. For a heartbeat, he stood beneath a waterfall of gore.

Thick, metallic stench choked his nose. Crushing pressure seized his chest—stealing his breath.

*This… this isn’t the cat’s peak power?!*

As a Weak Rank, Fusiming couldn’t withstand this spiritual assault.

Its raw energy alone could flatten him like a twenty-ton truck hitting a sparrow.

Stone versus egg.

The mental clash ended before it began.

A medieval shield might stop wooden spears… but not a missile named “Spear.”

Fusiming lost the *fight*.

But not the *outcome*.

His body couldn’t survive the cat’s unleashed wrath…

Yet in his hands lay the sturdiest Wall of Sighs.

As the killing wave crashed toward him, Fusiming thrust Nainai high before his face.

Her slender body completely shielded his upper half.

Unaware of the danger, Nainai still squirmed in his grip.

“Ngh❤… What… are you—urk?!”

Her flustered scolding died mid-sentence.

An invisible force slammed into her chest.

Her throat clenched. Her heart plummeted into darkness.

Her soul shredded into threads, knotted haphazardly, then flushed down a bottomless drain.

Every bodily function froze. Her mind went blank. She forgot how to breathe.

Violet pupils shrank to pinpricks. The pink flush on her cheeks vanished, replaced by corpse-white pallor.

The little succubus faced the black cat’s full-powered killing intent—alone.