“Eh… I…” The girl’s question made Ling Luo waver. Her foolproof Invisibility Spell had actually failed! This shouldn’t be happening…

But what shocked her more was recognizing the other girl—the ponytailed teen she’d met that afternoon.

“Just a little sister…” Xiao You murmured, stepping closer. Only then did she clearly see the tiny loli’s face. The rooftop was pitch-dark, lit only by distant city glow.

Since her wings and tail were dark-toned—and Xiao You lacked a Succubus’s night vision—they’d gone unnoticed. Ling Luo quickly retracted them. But her revealing outfit? No way she could pull off a “costume-change magic trick” right there.

“Even if it’s hot out, little sister, don’t dress so lightly! Especially your tummy—exposed like that, you’ll catch a chill!” Xiao You chided in a fussy, motherly tone.

After all, Ling Luo’s snow-white skin stood out starkly in the night, her bare midriff impossible to miss.

“I… I know…”

A Succubus body adapts effortlessly to heat or cold—Mom said it was for battlefield readiness. Hmm… Catching a chill? Never a concern. But since Xiao You didn’t know, Ling Luo just went along.

“Say, little sister, why are you up here?”

“I ran up to see if anything fun was happening… got tired, so I sat awhile,” Ling Luo replied.

Thanks to her natural acting talent, she instantly slipped into the role of a mischievous, playful kid.

“You shouldn’t sit straight on the ground—it’ll get dirty.”

“I haven’t bathed yet. It’s fine.”

Ling Luo stood, dusted her little butt, and instinctively pressed her legs together to hold back the flood.

*Such a little rascal,* Xiao You thought, headache blooming.

Ling Luo looked up—and her heart jolted. Xiao You’s doll-like face hit her strike zone perfectly, igniting fierce longing. An urge surged: *Pin her down. Take advantage.*

“Little sister? Why so quiet? Eep!”

Before Xiao You could react, the girl lunged. Overwhelmed by the force, Xiao You tumbled backward, pinned beneath her.

The girl’s face hovered close—adorably mischievous, fair cheeks flushed, lips dewy. Her bright, glistening eyes burned with inner fire. Hot breath washed over Xiao You’s skin, quickening her own pulse. Through their clothes, she felt the girl’s soft warmth, the faint throb of her heartbeat, and a uniquely sweet scent that made her dizzy.

Xiao You’s mind short-circuited. No escape. Consciousness felt like it was floating away.

Ling Luo fought her own war. Rationality barely held back raging desire. *I have to stop this—before it spirals.*

Suddenly, as if jolted by lightning, she sprang up, eyes wide with lingering fear.

“I tripped… dragged you down too. So sorry! I’ll go now—bye, sister!”

She fled with a pitter-patter of hurried footsteps.

Xiao You blinked back to awareness. That face…

“Wait—have we met before?”

She scrambled up. Gone.

*Chase her? Nah… not important. But… she was so cute. Did my heart just skip?*

Shaking her head, Xiao You settled by the ledge, calming her breath before gazing at the glittering sleepless city.

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Huddled in a corner, Ling Luo patted her chest. “Phew… So close. Almost messed up badly.”

She’d tried using her Demon Eye to make Xiao You punch her—just to snap out of it. But her Demon Eye? Completely useless on her. That shock yanked her back to sanity.

“Whew… Am I really this scary? Not even sparing a girl… Hmm. But I like girls. Isn’t that… normal?”

Outwardly casual, inwardly she recoiled at the thought of violating someone. Only mutual love would ease that guilt. She was still deeply conservative about such things.

Her legs pressed tight. The dam was cracking.

“Ugh… Not again… Gotta find somewhere to relieve myself—fast.”

Still uneasy, she tested Invisibility Spell and Demon Eye on a random passerby. Both worked perfectly. *She must be special.* Relief washed over her.

Honestly, today was cursed: nearly hit by a bike; swarmed by onlookers (rescued by *that* girl, who mistook her for someone else); found the perfect urban-legend spot, only to endure a couple’s shameless PDA; post-dinner, hit by *that* need—so she fled to the library rooftop. Just finished… and ran into *her*. Lunged. Failed magic. If Xiao You hadn’t been oblivious… identity exposed.

*Tomorrow… should I check the almanac before stepping out?*

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After finally resolving that pesky need, Luo Ling returned to the dorm at 9 PM, sweat-drenched and wobbly-legged.

“Whoa, bro—what happened?!” Perin rushed over, the other two roommates glancing up with concern.

“Planned light exercise before showering… overestimated my stamina. Haha…” Luo Ling grinned weakly.

*Well… in a way, it *was* exercise.*

“Sit, rest.”

Perin helped him to his bed.

“Thanks…”

“No worries. But Luo Ling—moderation, even with training.”

“Mm-hmm. I’ll remember.”

Thankfully, Succubus recovery was insane. Minutes later, Luo Ling felt fine.

Mom said it evolved for nonstop combat.

*Succubi keep getting weirder…*

He grabbed fresh clothes, slipped into the dorm’s private bathroom, and enjoyed a hot shower—for his original body, of course.

At first, Ling Luo struggled with bathing. Years of male mindset made handling a girl’s body feel wrong. Took days to adjust.

His original-body clothes? Hand-washed, magically dried, worn again. Hanging child-sized laundry on a dorm balcony? Suspicious.

The male-form disguise clothes needed no washing—but to avoid doubt, he washed the set he’d carried in and hung *those* outside.

After light chatter with roommates, everyone turned in. No internet access anyway—might as well sleep.

Lying on the modest dorm bed, Luo Ling drifted off fast. Today’s chaos had drained him, but his carefree heart let it go. Tomorrow would be new.

And so ended the university debut of this self-proclaimed Succubus Princess—flawed, messy, but wholly hers.