“What’s going on? Why *now*… I haven’t felt this way all month!”

Luo Ling frowned, puzzled, and sifted through his mom’s lessons about Succubi.

It was common knowledge: a Succubus’s desires ran far deeper than a human’s. Every day or two, an intense heat would surge—a primal instinct to drive feeding behavior. Living as human Luo Ling had suppressed it with sheer will, reducing it to occasional irritability. But now, having fully accepted his Succubus nature? Irritability was the least of it.

He’d known about the cyclical heat, yet barely experienced it these past weeks. He’d almost forgotten—until this moment.

Cause recalled, solution still missing. He dug deeper into his mom’s words… and her recent actions.

“Mom said relief only comes through actual release… but I haven’t… y’know… all month. Wait—*Mom*?!”

A memory flashed: his mom’s overly affectionate—borderline harassing—touches on his true form. Each time left his panties soaked, the balcony perpetually lined with drying cotton ones…

“So *that* was her plan all along…”

She teased him, embarrassed him constantly—but she cared. Just… clumsily.

“Ugh. No wonder she left me alone yesterday. Thought she’d had a change of heart before departure. Turns out she just saved the awkwardness for *now*.” He sighed helplessly, already feeling the beast stir within.

“Focus. Mom said distraction helps.”

He pulled out his phone. Grinding mobile game dailies? Useless. Mindless tapping required zero brainpower—zero distraction.

Irritation mounting, he closed the game and opened Koukou. *Who to chat with?*

Naturally, deskmate Liu Yixiao came to mind. But… Yixiao had just arrived after two days on a train. Bothering him felt worse than a 2 a.m. call. Luo Ling dropped the idea—he knew the line between prank and rudeness.

Next: Li Zhenghan. Same university, different campus. Also reporting today. Probably free. *Perfect.*

“Hanhan, what’s up?” (Only close friends used the homophonic nickname.)

Minutes passed. No reply.

Finally—

“At the freshman mixer. Catch you tomorrow if urgent. Gotta go.”

*Mi—xer?!*

Traitor! Weren’t we sworn bachelor allies?!

Luo Ling sipped his Vita Lemon Tea. A faint ache bloomed in his chest…

Honestly? Less heartbreak over betrayal, more panic over losing a chat lifeline. The beast inside was *very* restless.

“Gotta find someone. *Now.*”

He scrolled contacts, fired off lazy “You there?” texts. His arousal-clouded mind couldn’t muster more.

“C’mon guys, hurry up and… wait, just *chat* with me!” he silently pleaded, wrestling the beast at the cage’s edge.

Silence.

“Can’t wait. Think.”

*Why suppress it?*

At home—easy. But a dorm? Unknown soundproofing? After embracing his Succubus nature, his urges—and volume—had skyrocketed. No way.

“Right! Check the meme group!”

He tapped open the chat.

*Oh my god, look at the time!.jpg*

Crap. *NSFW image hour?!*

Too late. A flood of lewd memes crashed his senses—and shattered the beast’s cage.

“This group is *dangerous*…” (He wanted to type it. Couldn’t.)

Clutching his last shred of sanity, he shut the dorm door, shifted into his true form—Ling Luo—activated transparency, and soared from the balcony.

*Deserted spot. Deserted spot…*

“Ah! Library rooftop!”

She shot upward like an arrow, skidded to a halt, and landed.

…

Post-contemplation of life’s mysteries, Ling Luo sat cross-legged, lost in thought—until the iron door creaked open.

She glanced up.

Being seen in true form would be disastrous… yet she stayed calm. *Transparency still active. Invisible to normals.*

Curious who’d climb to this godforsaken spot, she watched as the figure spotted her—and approached.

“What are you doing here?” Xiao You asked, stepping toward the little loli seated on the rooftop floor.