I was tangled in the sheets with my boyfriend in broad daylight, basking in the afterglow. Suddenly, a violent bang echoed from the front door. Someone was kicking it. I blinked open my heavy eyelids, confused. "Is someone knocking?" The man above me didn't stop. He nipped at my earlobe, his voice raspy and slurred with heat. "No, baby. You're hearing things." Suddenly, floating text scrolled across my vision like a live stream chat: [Succubus baby, maybe take a closer look at who's in your bed?] [LMAO I’m dying. The male lead thought the soul bond meant she could only feed on him. He forgot he has a twin brother with the exact same bloodline!] [Hehe, twin sandwich! Our girl is never going hungry again. She is EATING good!] Before I could process the glowing words, a furious, trembling roar erupted from the hallway. "Jax! Get your ass out here right now!" 1 I’m Zoe, a succubus Julian picked up off the street. Because I "bullied" Tia, he hadn't fed me in two weeks. I stubbornly reiterated my defense. "I didn't bully her! I just told her to stop calling you in the middle of the night. I can never get a full meal..." Julian lifted his cold eyes. "You think you're in the right?" He glanced at the text on his phone—Tia saying she wanted to draw a line between them—and his tone dripped with impatience. "You’ve been with me for so long, yet you haven’t learned a thing. But you’ve certainly mastered the art of using money to humiliate people." "I didn't humiliate her," I said. His gaze was icy, judging me. I stood my ground. "If she thinks money is humiliating, that's her problem. I think money is the best thing in the world." Besides, it was her fault. My feeding time was strictly Sunday nights. For an S-Class succubus, that’s barely a snack. And she always interrupted. Every time we started, she’d call. She was being harassed by thugs at a diner, or she was drunk and needed a ride. Julian would leave immediately, leaving me half-starved. So, I went to her privately. I handed her some cash and asked if she could maybe schedule her crises for a different time slot. She acted like I’d slapped her. She gritted her teeth, stepped on the bills, and emphasized every word: "Miss Zoe, rest assured. I have zero interest in your boyfriend. I despise arrogant rich people like him. Before you two met, I rejected him at least ten times." "He said he wanted to be friends. I didn't know you were so insecure." Her eyes were red as she sneered, "Honestly, you make it seem like I'm doing something shady. Please tell him I won't ask for his help anymore. I don't want to be labeled a homewrecker." She walked away, head held high, looking proud and unyielding. That straight spine of hers... yeah, I could see why it triggered a man's conqueror complex. I processed her words and concluded: Great, she won't interrupt my meals anymore. But before I could celebrate, the story reached Julian. For the first time, the calm, elegant Julian lost his temper with me. He was convinced I bullied Tia and refused to admit it. "It took so much for her to ask for help, given her pride. And you? You destroyed the last of her dignity." I teared up but held my ground. "...It wasn't my fault." I was usually obedient, but not on this. Finally, his patience snapped. "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never learn your place." He loosened his tie, standing up with a look of disgust. "The estate upstate is empty. Go there and reflect on your actions." "And if you don't behave, you starve. Who else can feed you but me?" Meeting the warning in his dark eyes, I held back my tears. "Fine! Don't feed me! I don't need you!" I'm an S-Class succubus. I can get any man I want! He scoffed, unbothered. No one knew better than him what our soul bond meant. I was physically incapable of feeding on anyone else. 2 I held onto my grudge for three days. Then another three. Even when I was dizzy from hunger, legs turning to jelly, I refused to call him. The best way to tame a prey is to corner it, wait until it exhausts all strength struggling, and then appear as the savior. Julian was always a patient hunter. Summer was humid and rainy. On my tenth day in the villa, a massive storm hit. Thunder shook the house. I curled up on the couch, burying half my face in my knees, weak and trembling. I kept looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows. I thought, If Julian shows up right now, I might forgive him. Just a little. In the past, whenever it stormed, he’d drop his work and pull me into his arms, scolding me for being "useless" while wiping away my tears. But now, the villa was silent. Not even a phone call. I sniffled, burying my face deeper, trying to hide from the world. Suddenly, lightning illuminated the living room, followed by a crack of thunder. The front door burst open, slammed by the wind and rain. I looked up, dazed. A figure in a red racing suit appeared in my line of sight. Tall, cold, black hair soaked, eyes familiar yet strange. My body’s dependency overrode my brain. The tears I’d been holding back finally fell. I threw the pillow aside, ran to him barefoot, and crashed into his arms. "Julian!" 3 I was still angry. But the moment I hugged his waist, overwhelming grievance washed over me. "I hate you..." I hammered my weak fists against his chest, crying like a loser. "I hate you so much..." A cold, wet hand suddenly gripped my wrist. The man pulled back, creating distance. His voice was lazy, teasing. "Whoa. Throwing yourself at me?" Maybe it was the wet hair covering his forehead, but he looked less cold than usual. The red racing suit gave him a wild, rebellious edge. I vaguely felt that this Julian was different. But I was starving, and my brain was mush. I just frowned, confused. "Why are you dressed like that?" I remembered Julian hated racing. He called it barbaric. He circled my feverish wrist with his fingers, frowning. "You're here alone?" I was confused. "You told me to come here and reflect." He looked around the empty villa, then placed a hand on my forehead. I leaned back, dazed by the coolness. He clicked his tongue. "With a temperature this high, you didn't know you had a fever?" Fever? I touched my cheek blankly. It was burning. 4 I hated the heat, so the AC was blasting despite the rain. The first thing he did was find the remote and turn off all the AC units. The villa was empty—no food, no medicine. He got a wet towel to cool me down. Then he made a call. It rang for a long time. The voice on the other end was impatient. "What?" The man in the racing suit—Jax—didn't beat around the bush. His tone was lazy and arrogant. "Can't I just call my brother? By the way, that little succubus you locked in the upstate villa seems to have a high fever. You coming?" "What are you doing there?" Julian sounded instantly displeased. "Car broke down nearby. Came in to hide from the rain." On the other end, a GPS voice announced: Entering Old District. Jax’s tone turned mocking. "Oh? Heading to the Little White Lotus's house? Playing the knight in shining armor again?" In the background, Tia’s cold voice cut through, sounding pouty. "No need to detour. Just drop me at the next intersection." "Shut up," Julian snapped at her, then spoke coldly to Jax. "Jax, get a doctor for Zoe. I don't have time." Jax looked at the storm outside, tapping his long fingers on the window sill. "Bro, I'm curious. You're ignoring your feverish girlfriend to drive Tia home in the rain? Is she made of gold? or are you planning on cheating?" He was blunt. "We're just friends," Julian corrected stiffly. "Tia got caught in the rain, she looks pale. I can't just leave her." "And Zoe?" "She's fine. Succubi heal fast. Starving a few days won't kill her. She needs to learn a lesson." Jax almost laughed. "Damn. I guess being the mistress really does get you the special treatment these days." Tia heard the "mistress" comment and snapped, "Julian, don't bother. I can handle myself." "Sit still," Julian ordered her. Then to Jax: "Jax, I said we are friends. Say one more word, and I'll disband your racing team tomorrow." "Get her a doctor, then get out. I'll see her in a few days." Click. The call ended. Jax smirked dangerously. Friends. What an ambiguous, convenient word. He turned around and saw me, burning up, delirious. My skin was flushed pink, my almond eyes misty, looking at him with total confusion. His Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to be "friends" with this little succubus too. The kind of friends who sleep together. 5 The rain was getting heavier. After a while, he checked my temperature again and swapped the towel. His phone rang. He answered it and turned to leave the bedroom. I grabbed his wrist. "Don't go..." I knew this scene too well. Late-night calls. Either work or Tia. Sickness makes you fragile. My eyes welled up, and I unconsciously nuzzled his wrist bone. "Julian... stay with me, please?" He was still on the phone, but I saw his throat move. Thunder rumbled outside. The hunger came clawing back, stronger than before. I sniffled, widening my eyes to look as pitiful as possible. "Don't go... I'll starve to death." He looked at me, unmoving. In the silence, the hope in my eyes dimmed. I remembered when he pushed me away cold-heartedly. "Is your brain filled with nothing but intimacy?" I whispered, "But I'm hungry..." "Can't you endure it? Isn't once a week enough? If you can't control your desires, how are you different from an animal?" He wanted me to have self-respect. But a succubus's instinct isn't ruled by logic. Hunger eats away at reason until only the instinct to survive remains. When I first tried to feed on someone else, he caught me. He laughed in anger and tricked me into the soul bond. He said it was for protection. "Men outside are dirty." He didn't like me touching others, but he refused to feed me properly. Just like today. Jax hung up the phone. He looked down at me and scoffed. "Tsk. So much trouble." The cold tone was exactly like Julian’s. I watched him walk out of the bedroom, tears pooling in my eyes.
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