Wait, isn’t this the girl from that couple who force-fed me all that saccharine PDA the day before yesterday?! Ling Luo screamed inwardly.

What was her name again? Something like Hua? Ugh, whatever—just “senpai” will do.

The moment the senpai opened her eyes and saw the petite figure before her, astonishment flashed across her face.

Are kids these days really this bold…? If it were me, I wouldn’t dare walk outside in something so revealing… And that skirt’s way too short! That was Jinghua’s first thought upon seeing the little loli.

“Hello, little one. Why are you here all alone?” the senpai greeted politely.

Phew. At least no hungry eyes staring back. Probably won’t pounce suddenly… After sizing up the senpai’s threat level, Ling Luo let out a quiet mental sigh of relief.

Annoyed as she was about that earlier love-bombing incident, Ling Luo snapped into character. Gotta eat, after all. Her mana was already below half.

“Why do you think this princess is here? Don’t you have a clue?” Ling Luo said, idly twirling her tail.

Truth was, talking to another girl made her a little nervous. Hands felt restless without something to hold—earphones forgotten, so tail it was.

“Uh… I don’t quite follow…”

“Weren’t *you* the one who summoned me? Did you climb up here just to admire the view?” Ling Luo shot back.

“Could it be… you really *are* that demon?” The senpai’s eyes widened.

“Took you long enough, mortal.”

Ling Luo snapped her fingers. Light gently brightened the space around them—just enough to see clearly, not enough to draw distant eyes.

Spotting the slender, swaying tail and tiny wings tucked behind her back, Jinghua’s belief solidified: this little loli *was* a demon. A gamble, yes—but she had a request. Why else would a girl come to the library rooftop alone at night?

…Wait. Her face is so tempting. I kinda want to—

“Can I bite…”

“Huh?”

“Ah—I mean! Can you *really* grant my wish?” Jinghua quickly corrected herself, flustered.

“Naturally. This princess has no reason to lie about such matters,” Ling Luo declared with regal poise. “Hear my formal introduction: I am the Succubus Princess—Lilim Doragon Breshika Stella Monroe. If the full title is too much, ‘Lady Lilim’ suffices.”

“Y-yes… Lady Lilim.”

*So this is what they call chuunibyou?* Jinghua mused inwardly.

“Oh! I forgot—I’m Zhang Jinghua, third-year at Southwind University. Honored to meet you, Lady Lilim.”

“Polite mortals like you are rare. As courtesy, this princess shall call you Sister Jinghua,” Ling Luo said, then added sharply, “But *never* call me ‘little sister’!”

“Ah—of course, Lady Lilim…”

Haughty act aside, she seemed surprisingly easygoing. But why ban “little sister”? She’s *so* sister-material… Jinghua couldn’t help but think.

“Enough chatter. If you truly have a wish, speak it plainly.”

“May I ask… *any* wish?” Jinghua ventured cautiously.

“As long as you can pay the price—which I’ll state upfront—you decide.”

Jinghua nodded. After a brief pause: “My wish is… for Haolin to love *only* me. Forever.”

“Huh?!”

Ling Luo froze.

She remembered Haolin—the boyfriend. They’d been dripping with PDA. Why *this* wish?

Jinghua seemed gentle… Was she triggered? A… yandere?!

Ling Luo knew little of yanderes—only surface-level tropes: obsessive devotion, extreme measures. But she hesitated to label her. Female psychology? Barely grasped. Aside from Mom (a *proper* succubus—hardly a reference), her “maiden heart” knowledge came from male-authored anime and novels. Questionable at best.

Besides… Jinghua’s eyes held resolve, not distortion.

“Lady Lilim… can it be done?” Jinghua pressed eagerly.

“Yes. And the price is light.” Ling Luo raised a hand. A parchment contract shimmered into view and drifted toward her.

Jinghua pressed her palm without hesitation.

Her name, the wish, the price glowed briefly. The scroll sealed itself with a soft *click* and vanished.

“That’s it?”

“The contract is sealed, Sister Jinghua. Return home. I’ll contact you.” Ling Luo gave a slight bow. “Sweet dreams. Farewell.”

Darkness settled back. The little demon was gone.

Jinghua called out twice—silence. She turned and left.

Perched atop the cooling tower, Ling Luo watched her go, deep in thought.

No clue what fractured that “perfect” couple… but the contract was secured. And it offered a convenient way to learn the truth.

“…Heading back now feels too early. Maybe wait a bit longer?”

Ten minutes later, two guys stepped onto the rooftop. One—*him*—the guy who proposed last night. Ling Luo’s instinct: bolt.

But he’d brought an easy mark. Couldn’t waste that.

She cast invisibility, descended smoothly—aiming for a grand entrance.

Then she saw the other guy’s face.

Her smile froze solid.