Back when Ling Luo was still Luo Ling, she’d always upheld the image of a model child—the kind folks called “that perfect kid from next door.” He aced his classes (naturally, stuck in the honor class), treated everyone kindly, and even helped with chores. Only his quiet nature and average PE grades kept him from fitting the “perfect child” mold completely.

What no one knew? Luo Ling pushed so hard just to earn his mom’s attention. Since childhood, she was rarely home—calling young Luo Ling a left-behind kid wasn’t wrong. Watching a classmate show a perfect test to *her* mom, seeing that joyful smile and caring gaze… it made him vow: *I’ll be that good kid too.*

He got the praise he wanted. But Mom’s time at home didn’t lengthen. Still, for him? Deeply satisfying.

From then on, “being a good child” took root in his heart. Even if pushed to misbehave, he’d only manage harmless little pranks. Yet everyone has two sides. Inside Luo Ling lurked a tiny devil—sealed deep by that “good child” creed. The seal cracked after she embraced her Succubus identity… and today, a claw slipped free. She hadn’t noticed a thing.

“I’m not there yet. Go grab a seat first—looks packed today. Might not find space otherwise.”

Ling Luo sent the text. Seconds later, Yi Xiao replied:

“Got it. Hurry! Don’t stand me up.”

“On my way ;)”

She hit send with a mischievous smirk. The old her would’ve been honest. But days as a Succubus stirred something playful. She’d already drafted the script for meeting him *in person*. After all, Succubi are Chaotic Evil. Pulling a prank instead of outright seducing him? Remarkable restraint. (She just didn’t realize it yet.)

Phone tucked away, she spotted him.

Her deskmate? One word: *Big*. Two words: *Really big*. Three: *Tall and huge*.

At 184 cm, Yi Xiao stood out even in class. Lean but broad-framed—impossible to miss. Ling Luo, nearly 170 cm as a guy, still had to crane her neck talking to him. Neck ached after minutes.

Pity he sucked at basketball. Like her, he hated moving—but his PE grades beat hers. *Ugh. Both otaku… why’s his stamina better?*

Seeing Yi Xiao scan the café for seats, Ling Luo moved.

“Mister, looking for an empty spot?” she chirped as he passed.

“Ah… y-yes…” The tall teen stammered, seeing only a cute little girl.

*No way he recognizes me. If he does, I’ll eat this cup.* She pressed on, shameless.

“Sit here! I’m leaving anyway.” She pointed to the empty cup.

“Th-this is… not right…”

“No worries! No seats left. And you’re meeting someone? You’d make them stand?” she coaxed.

“Th-then… thank you, little sister.” He sat, uneasy.

He studied the kind-hearted “loli”: plain tee, shorts, oversized headphones dangling. Jet-black twin tails topped with bat-wing clips—*very* anime-style. Her face? Stunning. Outside his usual strike zone, yet his heart fluttered. *If I weren’t taken… and China had looser laws…*

“Is the person you’re meeting a big sister?” Ling Luo probed.

“N-no! A… guy. Just a friend. Discussing stuff.”

“Ooooh~ What stuff?”

“Uh…”

She deployed the ultimate weapon: “Pleeease? I’m curious~”

Natural, zero fakeness. His defenses shattered.

“I… like a girl… asking my friend how to… confess…” he mumbled, voice fading. Hands twisted under the table.

Ling Luo’s chest swelled with unspoken joy. This prank felt… *thrilling*.

*What did I just say?!* Yi Xiao panicked inwardly. *To a stranger kid?! But… why did I open up? Feels like talking to Luo Ling…*

No wonder. Ling Luo radiated “neighborhood little sister” vibes—curious but harmless. Credit: Succubus bloodline. Mockingly dubbed *the demon realm’s ultimate thespian*, generations of Succubi honed acting to survive ever-weirder kinks. From grandmas to grade-schoolers, burly men to shy boys—no role untouched. For Ling Luo, playing “little sister” felt as natural as breathing. She didn’t even notice.

Before Yi Xiao could dwell, Ling Luo pressed: “So you *really* like her? She must be gorgeous!”

He nodded silently, cheeks flushing. Pure shy-guy overload.

Just as Ling Luo plotted her next tease—*buzz*. A message:

“Bro, hurry up!!”

She glanced up. *He’s texting for backup… Oops. Went too far.*

Time to wrap it.

“I’m off! Bye, mister! Good luck~”

“…Bye.”

She didn’t look back, slipping into a quiet alley.

Focusing on her male form, she channeled magic. A soft glow shimmered across her petite frame—reshaping in under a second. From 140 cm loli to near-170 cm teen. Clothes shifted too: baggy tee, shorts. (Headphones stayed—non-clothing, no disguise needed.)

Ready to rejoin Yi Xiao…

Then Luo Ling crouched, face buried in hands.

“…What the hell did I just *do*?”