"My customized succubus has been with me for a month, and he won’t let me touch him. What’s going on?" I frowned as I typed the message to customer service. The representative was perfectly polite. "Oh, sweetie, the succubi in our shop are usually practically begging to glue themselves to their owners. This sounds like a defect! We can absolutely process an exchange for you. A new model will arrive in about a week." I looked over at Silas. He was designed exactly to my specifications, a perfect ten in my eyes. I decided to observe him a little longer before committing to the exchange. He was too perfectly tailored to my tastes to give up easily. But at a family dinner, I caught my customized succubus having an undeniable biological reaction to my step-sister sitting across from us. It was only then that a dazed memory surfaced—the day the package arrived, it was my step-sister who had opened the crate for me. That night, I contacted customer service again. "Is the new one still arriving in a week? Go ahead and process that creation order for me." 01 Silas’s eyes were rimmed with red, his brow furrowed as if fighting against his absolute limit. Over the past few days, he had grown increasingly weak. He sat on the edge of my bed, panting heavily, while I flipped through the Succubus Handbook. "It says right here that the only way to satisfy the hunger is..." I cleared my throat awkwardly. "It’s not like it wouldn't make you feel better." I reached my hand out toward his collar. Right below his neck, on his collarbone, was a small, vivid red mole that rose and fell with his ragged breathing. It was incredibly alluring. Just as I was about to touch it, he shoved me away violently. I looked at my pale wrist, now blooming with a red mark from his grip, and frowned slightly. He still wouldn't let me touch him. "I’m sorry. Instinctive reaction," he said, his gaze deep and unreadable as he stared at me. "I’m going to take a cold shower." Watching his retreating figure, I pulled out my phone and contacted customer service. I had bought Silas a month ago. I had spent a fortune to have him specially customized to my exact preferences. I had waited a full year for him to finally arrive. But the ironic part was, even though succubi were supposed to derive sustenance from their masters to feel full, he refused to let me touch him, no matter what. "Why is my succubus so different from the others? He’s clearly miserable, but he refuses to let me touch him." Listening to the roar of the shower from the bathroom, I waited for customer service to reply. "Hi there, sweetie! Did you bind the contract with him?" I looked at the handbook. How could I make such a stupid mistake? "The very first night I brought him home, I pulled him into the contract." The other end was silent for a long time before replying. "That shouldn't be happening, sweetie. The succubi from our shop are all professionally trained to be top-tier clinger types. They usually hate being separated from their masters for even a second." I was getting anxious. "Do you think I’m lying to you?" The rep answered patiently. "Please don't worry, sweetie. Tell you what, ship him back to us. I’ll have the creation department start a new build for you. The new succubus will arrive in about 7 days." Almost exactly as that message popped up, the bathroom door opened. Silas was wrapped in a single white towel. Water dripped from his wet hair, sliding down his angular cheeks, over his chest, down his abs, and disappearing beneath the towel. I swallowed hard. He was absolutely my type. He was literally tailor-made for me. And it turned out, he was broken. "I’ll observe him for a little longer. If it doesn't get better, I’ll consider sending him in for repairs." Customer service meant 'scrapping' him, which felt like such a waste. "Alright, sweetie. Just message me if you have any other issues! XOXO!" I locked my phone. Looking at the man's pale face and crimson-rimmed eyes, I felt a twinge of pity. "I just asked customer service, and they said this situation has never happened before..." I looked at him sympathetically. How did such a perfect specimen end up sick? He looked healthy enough on the outside. His hand paused as he dried his hair. His dark eyes held no emotion when he looked at me. He was completely unlike the advertisements I had seen, where a succubus's eyes would light up like stars when looking at their master. "If you still can't accept it in a few days, I’m taking you in for exchanges." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he nodded. I felt a bit aggrieved. Having delicious food right in front of me that I couldn't eat was miserable. I got up and left the room. The only reason I bought a succubus was that I enjoyed that sort of dynamic. My phone rang—it was my dad. I answered irritably. "Your grandmother misses you again. When are you coming home?" I knew it was an excuse. The one who missed me was clearly him. My dad was a total helicopter parent. If he didn't see me for two days, he acted like the world was ending. I rubbed my temples. "Fine, I know. I’ll head over in a bit..." I turned around and froze. Silas was already packing his bags. "You... really like going to the family estate?" I hadn't even hung up the phone, and he was already packed. His hand paused, but he didn't say anything. I didn't think much of it at the time. 02 I really didn't want to go back to that house, but I couldn't resist my dad’s emotional blackmail. "Your grandmother only has so many years left. Is it wrong for her to want to see you?" And so, having been away for barely three days, I went back. But the moment I walked through the door, a girl threw herself at me. I frowned and stepped aside, looking at her coldly. Summer’s expression was aggrieved, her voice saccharine sweet. "Summer, you're finally back! I missed you so much these past three days." She was my dad’s step-daughter. It was ironic. Even though my dad loved me fiercely and had transferred all the company stock to my name. Even though he acted like his heart was breaking if he didn't see me for a day, that didn't stop him from marrying another woman and raising another woman’s child. I didn't dislike Summer because of my dad; I disliked her because she was too fake. I had caught her being malicious toward me several times, before she could shift her expression back to "innocent." Seeing that I wasn't responding, she didn't get embarrassed. Instead, she turned to greet Silas standing behind me. "Silas, isn't carrying all that stuff exhausting?" 她埋怨要看有上眼。 "Summer, you really shouldn't. Silas is a succubus you bought, not a house servant. Why are you making him do this kind of dirty, heavy work?" I let out a soft sneer. "Then you do it?" The girl's expression froze for an instant. Silas looked at me, his eyes dark, but said nothing. I was annoyed. I zipped straight back to my room, not wanting to look at Summer’s hypocritical face for another second. So I didn't notice that behind my back, Silas gave Summer a faint smile and a nod. At dinner, looking at Silas sitting next to me, my dad’s expression was very ugly. "Just a fancy toy, and you carry him around like he's priceless." The man beside me stiffened. I looked at my dad, feeling helpless. Before I could open my mouth to defend Silas, Summer spoke up first. "Dad, you can't say that about Silas. Even though he’s a succubus, he still has his dignity." The man beside me moved, and I turned to look at him. Silas was staring at Summer without blinking, his eyes full of gratitude. I frowned, scrutinizing him. Was it my imagination? Why did it feel like my succubus had little stars in his eyes when he looked at Summer? I found it almost amusing. I had spent a huge amount of money to buy him, I provided his food and clothes, I smashed tons of cash on him, and I was practically at his beck and call. He said he couldn't accept me, so I didn't touch him. Yet, in the end, it couldn't compare to Summer tossing out a random line of defense. Summer, that little fake, was still chattering away without stopping. It was giving me a headache. "Can you just shut up?" When my words fell, the entire dining table sank into a weird silence. My dad frowned at me, seemingly wanting me not to be so wilful. Summer’s mom continued eating as if nothing happened. Summer looked at me aggrievedly, then looked at Silas, tears on the verge of falling. Beside me came the sound of cutlery clattering against a plate. Then, Silas’s uniquely cold tone echoed across the table. "Do you have to be so aggressive when you speak?" Everyone present was stunned. After all, no one in this house dared to speak to me like that. My dad slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face red with anger. "You’ve really spoiled him into being lawless! I’ve never seen a succubus talk back to his master like that!" I wasn't angry. I just looked at Silas thoughtfully. This man had been indifferent ever since I bought him. It was like he was an emotionless robot. I used to think that was just his personality, but suddenly I realized that wasn't it. When I reprimanded my step-sister, his emotional swings were a bit too large, weren't they? And the look he gave me was as cold as stagnant water, while the look he gave Summer held an indescribable ambiguity. The meal ended unpleasantly. That night, no matter what, my dad wouldn't let me sleep in the same room as Silas. "You need to let him go hungry for a bit, let him know who the master is!" I was too embarrassed to tell my dad that Silas hadn't had a full meal since he arrived, and that he was the one actively refusing to eat. That would be too humiliating. In the middle of the night, I got thirsty and went downstairs for water, but I heard noises coming from the room next door. I froze slightly. Why did I hear a woman’s voice in Silas’s room? 03 I got a little closer, and my eyes slowly went cold. I wasn't mishearing. It really was Summer. Her delicate, soft voice was particularly clear in the silent night. "Silas, I really can't thank you enough for speaking up for me at dinner. You don't know that Summer doesn't have anyone on her side in this house. I came over specifically to thank you." Silas’s voice held a gentleness I had never heard before. "Summer’s personality is a bit harsh, but she’s not bad fundamentally. If she says something like that to you next time, just argue back. She won’t do anything to you." A touch of mockery slid across my eyes. We had only been together for a month, yet he seemed to understand me quite well. But until this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that on the day the shipment arrived a month ago, it was Summer who helped me open the crate. I had a feeling of clarity, like the clouds parting. It wasn't that my succubus was broken; my succubus had fallen in love at first sight with someone else before he ever bound his contract with me. No wonder he wouldn't let me touch him. Thinking back to customer service, I turned around, went back to my room, and found the chat again. "My succubus is still broken. I don't plan on fixing him. Exchange him for a new one." The reply on that end was still quick. "Alright, sweetie. I’ll send the creation order out tomorrow. It should arrive in about a week." After thinking about it, I asked again. "What do I do with this one?" This time, customer service took a long time to reply. "No need to worry, sweetie. For succubi like this with issues, returns, and bad reviews, we usually aggregate them for recall. We handle them at a low price for second-hand resale." Second-hand resale? I thought about Silas's expression of unyielding loyalty every time I approached. That was actually quite funny. I’m afraid if he didn't end up in Summer’s hands, he would receive countless bad reviews and would never be "fixed." Early the next morning, I was yawning as I walked out of my room, colliding head-on with Silas. He was wearing casual sportswear, looking like he had just come back from exercising outside. Summer’s voice was sickeningly sweet. "Silas, you have such a great body, and you’re so disciplined. If I had the money, I would definitely buy a succubus exactly like you." Those words sounded weird—it was an open challenge to blatantly seduce him. Silas carefully observed my expression. After realizing there wasn't a hint of anything unusual, he relaxed his brow and gave Summer a shallow smile. Watching the interaction between the two, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Trashy man and a cheap woman, flirting right under my nose. However, Silas had already been returned by me; he literally had nothing to do with me anymore. Summer didn't have much money. My dad had transferred all the company shares to my name. Her and her mom just lived a wealthy, carefree life on his dime. Her allowance definitely wasn't enough to customize an exclusive succubus. And she turned her nose up at those cheap succubi on the market. That night, without waiting for my dad to speak, I still chose to sleep in a separate room from Silas. Watching my retreating figure, Silas looked dazed for a moment, his pale fingertips gripping the doorknob slightly tighter. He had originally wanted to do what he usually did, push back a few times and not let me close the room door, forcing me to close it. He said he was uncomfortable, so I had helplessly given up on even just holding him to sleep like a warm log. But looking at the tightly closed door, Silas’s heart sank. I was in my room carefully reading the Succubus Handbook sent by customer service when a knock sounded on the door. I was determined to raise an exclusive succubus properly this time. I was scrolling through the handbook while walking to open the door. I assumed it was my dad bringing me milk. But I didn't expect the person standing at the door to be Silas. Regarding my delay in opening the door, he seemed a bit impatient, but after seeing the content on my tablet clearly, his expression softened considerably. "All of that is book knowledge. If you have any questions, isn't the real thing right here?" I looked up, a bit stunned. I looked at the tablet, then looked at him. It took me a moment to react. He seemed to have misunderstood something. 04 I found it a bit funny. My dad was right; I really had spoiled him too much. Did he think I was doing homework and memorizing notes overnight just to make him happy? But I didn't argue. After all, what was the point of talking to a product that was about to be returned? "What do you want?" I leaned against the doorframe, my expression blank.max Silas froze. He hadn't expected my reaction to be so cold. He didn't know what he was doing here either. He had just lain back down on his bed, and the emptiness in his body was getting worse and worse. Thinking of the way I had just left, he had somehow come over and knocked on the door. I looked at the man standing blankly in front of the door, a wave of impatience coloring my eyes. "It’s the middle of the night. Is something wrong?" "I think..." His voice was a bit dry, staring intently at my lips. "Maybe we could try. Tonight, maybe I can accept you..." My eyes widened in shock. He was enjoying my expression with satisfaction, as if this were a magnanimous gift to me. I almost laughed out of sheer anger. My boundless coddling these past few days seemed to have made him forget that his entire existence was supposed to be for serving me. Not like now, acting as if he were granting mercy out of the goodness of his heart. I slammed the door with a loud bang, not even bothering to waste words on him. The person outside the door seemed to stand there for a long time. It wasn't until past midnight that I heard him leave in my groggy, sleep-deprived state. Over the next few days, Silas acted like a completely different succubus. He started trying to seduce me in subtle ways, wanting to cling to me more and more. Looking at his increasingly pale face, I figured he must be absolutely starving. But I had already lost interest in him, so I simply pretended not to understand his hints. The day the new succubus arrived was a Monday. Dad left for work early, grandma went to her senior citizens' center, and my stepmother went shopping. Scarcely anyone was home. The moment I opened the new package, the man smiled, his eyes wrinkling into crescents, looking moist and inviting. He struck right at the center of my heart. When he saw me, his eyes held tiny hidden hearts. "Good morning, Master. My name is Luca. It is a pleasure to serve you." I swallowed. This was the kind of succubus I wanted. Customer service really delivered! I decided I would definitely give them a five-star review later. I circled around him, reaching out now and then to feel his muscles. He just stood there obediently, letting me take liberties. Noise came from upstairs. I froze slightly, temporarily reining in my lust to get up and see what the commotion was. Luca followed obediently behind me. Summer’s voice was coming from Silas’s room. "Silas, are you and Summer having a fight? I see you getting thinner and thinner lately. I specifically looked up the Succubus Handbook. It seems like you can’t get full if you sleep in separate rooms, right?" My sister was finally revealing her true colors. I leaned against the nearby doorframe to watch the show. I don't know what happened inside the room, I only heard Silas’s voice, which sounded a bit panicked. "Summer, don't be like this... Summer will mind if she finds out." Summer’s voice was panting a little. "But you can't even get full. I just want Silas to be full..." Before she could finish, the man shoved her out the door. The two who were pushing and pulling at each other froze when they saw me standing at the door. The scene instantly became silent. Summer’s clothes were a bit dishevelled. Her eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. "Summer, why are you at the door?" Silas’s face was pale, and there was a lipstick mark from Summer on his cheek. "Summer, it’s not what you think. I didn't..." I shook my head. "I won't mind. You're mistaken, because you've already been returned." Luca stepped forward from behind me. He still smiled brightly, but his words were utterly vicious. "Serial number 0201, Silas, right? Hello. I am serial number 0204, Luca. As a succubus, you seem to lack succubus self-awareness. The shop manager asked me to inform you that your contract has been completely transferred to me. You may leave now." His smile widened as he looked at Silas’s instantly pale face. "Defective merchandise that gave the master a poor experience." 04 That last sentence was an absolute finishing blow. I appreciated how sharp his tongue was, which was a bit different from my initial impression of him. Silas’s face was already completely white. But Summer’s eyes lit up when she heard this. She quickly pulled out her phone and searched for shop information. "Oh!" She squealed in surprise. "I managed to snag you for less than a tenth of the price! You’re my succubus now, Silas!" Her tone was full of the joy of finding a bargain. Silas looked at her, then looked at me. For a moment, he found it difficult to accept that he had been so unceremoniously swapped out. "Master..." I knew that Summer’s main motivation for seducing him in the beginning, and for binding him now, was mostly to annoy me. But you only get upset if you care. I had such a great new succubus in my arms; I didn't have the leisure to get angry at them. At dinner, my dad looked at Luca sitting beside me and Silas sitting beside Summer, and rubbed his aching temples. "What are you two squabbling over now?" Summer was the first to tear up. "Dad, Summer didn't want him, so I picked him up. I didn't have that much money to buy a new one. Is it not okay to pick up what Summer discarded?" Before my dad could speak, Luca moved beside me. He picked up a sparerib that I had eaten half of and casually threw it onto Summer’s plate. "Since you love picking up trash, here. Consider yourself rewarded." Summer’s face went pale with anger. I looked at him in surprise. I have to say, this succubus was really hitting all the right buttons for me. Watching Summer being rendered speechless, I was in a great mood and even ate two extra bowls of rice. After dinner, I was stuffed, so Luca sat beside me gently rubbing my stomach. I finally understood why so many people bought succubi. In the beginning, I was just driven by lust. Seeing so many good reviews, I thought it was only about that kind of thing. But it turned out everyone was eating this good. I cast a blaming glance at Silas sitting in the back. He really had almost ruined my entire vision of what having a succubus would be like. When I looked at him, his whole body shuddered, and he gave me a happy, broad smile. I found it incomprehensible. When I was his owner, I never saw him give me a single nice expression. Now that the bond was broken and he was with Summer, he was putting on this fawning act. Did he have some weird fetish? Did he like playing the cheating game? Thinking of that, my disgust grew, and even that face didn't seem as handsome anymore. That night, Luca came into my room. His service was absolutely wonderful. As I was drifting off to sleep, I thought: tomorrow I must give him a huge five-star review. But in the middle of the night, I was woken by the sound of a phone ringing. I slid the bar to answer. It was Silas’s cold voice on the other end. I found it a bit baffling. Didn't he live right next door to me? Why was he calling me for whatever it was? Besides, there shouldn't be anything between us anymore. I wasn't like Summer; I didn't have a hobby of stealing other people’s succubi. "Master, it's so hot. It hurts. I’m so hungry..." He was letting out weak groans on the other end, seemingly suffering intensely. The phone was pulled from my hand. Luca was leaning against the headboard. The bright moonlight shone on his snow-white skin, and his muscle definitions were exceptionally clear. He stared at my slightly swollen lips, reaching out to trace my face. "Defective product, go find your own master. Got it?" "I’m full right now, so I have energy. If you call again, I’m definitely going over there and kicking your door off its hinges." Watching him threaten Silas, I giggled in the covers. The call was hung up. He leaned over a bit helplessly and acted cute. "This kind of succubus with a bad record should just be wiped out. You guys already broke the bond, and he’s still calling you 'Master'." I helplessly claimed my innocence. "I didn't make him. He called me that himself."
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