You were born a high-ranking succubus. S-rank, your parents' pride and prodigy, the hope of the family. Yet, by the time you come of age, everyone was horrified to find out that you suffer from avoidant food intake disorder. 

Just... general disinterest. Forgetting meals. Indifference to food. Feeling full quickly.

When you were still in school, all the teachers would sigh at the sight of you wandering down the halls, "Ah, what a waste of such great talent" they’d bemoan. Later, you got a nickname: Asmodeus' Respirator.

Asmodeus was the headmaster. While other teachers sighed when they see you, he would inhale sharply, as if he's about to faint.

Because of your high-ranking, you didn’t need to feed; you can obtain energy simply by creating dreams. It meant you haven't properly "eaten" anyone yet, while all your other friends around your age have already consumed countless souls.

"Oh, just give it a try!" your best friend shakes your shoulders. "I promise! It's very comfortable."

"So, are you planning to make Lucas your lifelong food source?" You deliberately change the subject. MC stops, turns around, and flops onto the sofa, piling on top of you.

"Lifelong food source" is a simplified version of the term you came up with.  

The full name is: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to choose a contract between a succubus and a human, where choosing the wrong person means ruin. More accurately, it's forming a bond with a human, binding yourselves together. The human becomes the succubus's only food, and the succubus must fulfill the human's wishes.

But this contract can only be made once, so most succubi choose to move from one partner to another.

"No," MC sighs, her perfect figure reflecting in the window. "We broke up two days ago." She sneers, "He just wanted me to help him fulfill his pipe dream of getting rich."

"Man, I told you to just listen to Caleb. He said Lucas was full of shit" You attempt to comfort her, but she immediately looks up: "Hey! Weren't we talking about you?"

She sits up, her tail gently brushing against your thigh. "You're a top-tier succubus, yet you're still a virgin who hasn't tasted the forbidden fruit. You're going to be the laughing stock of the century if any more people find out!"

Just as you're about to defend yourself, she puts her finger to your lips, gently stroking the plump petals. "Don't talk about your avoidant tendencies anymore. Just try a man over twenty-five. They're not as lustful as eighteen-year-olds, so you won't be overwhelmed at first. PLEASE. I'm begging you."

Hearing this, you let out a helpless laugh, pushing her off your lap. "Where did my innocent MC from before go? Give her backkk~"  You poke her forehead, tutting regretfully. "Back then, you didn't even how normal succubi 'eat' food!!!"

"That was so many years ago! Don't just talk about me, you almost drove our teacher crazy back then!" MC squishes your cheeks in retaliation. "You skipped all the practical classes, got a zero for your practical final right before graduation, yet you were the top student in theory – the first, but also the last!" Her fingers on your face turn into a pinch.

"Stop, stop, let's skip the student days," you grab her hand. "You know I'm a picky eater," MC's eyes narrow dangerously for a second, so you quickly add, "But if I find something delicious, I'll try it."

She clasps her hands together, looking like she was about to cry: "Five years! I've been trying to convince you for five whole years! You've finally come to your senses!"

"But if I don't find anything, you can't blame me," you give her a warning not to get too hopeful, after all, you haven't met anyone you liked yet.

"Don't worry, I've already got some candidates picked out for you!" Saying that, she immediately takes out her phone with its green apple charm and starts scrolling, feeling incredibly happy. You wager she's even more excited right now than when she was choosing for herself, her tail wagging eagerly like a puppy.

"I know you're picky, but you have to trust my discerning eye, I've seen countless people." She winks her pretty eyes.

"Here! First one, a doctor, twenty-seven years old, 186cm/6'1" tall, serious with a boyish charm, and very romantic." You look at the photo on the phone MC handed you, frowning.

"I only eat unopened packages," you emphasize, then swipe through a few more candidates.

"Too childish, no."

"Too thin, no."

"Their opening line is boring, no."

"No."

MC watches as you swipe through the photos, doubting if you were even paying attention to them at all. "Wait! Are you really that picky?"

You put down her phone, spreading your hands above your head. "There's nothing I can do, they all seem too easy to get, aren't there any with a higher difficulty level?"

MC looks at the little virgin succubus in front of her spouting such arrogant words. She fights the urge to slap you.

"Ha!" Her eyes light up like a bulb. "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! In the succubus world, I’ve got the URL of the number one food recommendation blogger!" MC drawls. You glance at her innocently with curiosity, causing her to smack your forehead.

“Besides, can you even handle someone with such a high difficulty level?” She looks warily at you, her tone softening. She strokes your face, asking if it hurt.

You shake your head, indicating you were fine. “So you're saying there’s no one suitable for me?”

MC looks at you, with your wide eyes that remind her of a little kitten, and finally concedes. “Alright, alright, I give up. You have such great seduction abilities, and you use them all on me, always knowing how to manipulate me.”

MC grumbles while picking up her phone, her slender fingers dancing across the screen.

“Oh, I only do this because I like you! I wouldn’t even bother with anyone else!”

"Thaaaaank you, MC~ That's why I love you." You snuggle against her chest.

“Okay, okay, use these skills on him instead,” she pushes you away and shows you a forum.

2026 Most-wanted delicacies of Succubi:

First Place: Sylus Qin

The man in the photo has platinum white hair styled in a 60/40 split, with bangs pushed back. He has a natural model's physique, an inverted triangle body shape, wearing an all-black suit with no tie, just the first three buttons undone. He looks incredibly sexy just in the photo.

But what interests you the most are his beautiful dark red eyes, like precious gems.

“So... many people like him?” You stare at the phone, your slightly wagging tail betraying your expressionless face.

“Hehe, just look at the comments below.” MC scrolls directly to the top comments for you.

Alpha-male-eater-3001: Just a reminder, this guy is also number one on the blacklist.

yeppeun-succubus: Only for fantasizing, don't try it.

im-h(o)n(r)gry replies to yeppeun-succubus: The last one who tried was chopped into a bloody mist.

forbidden-apple: The number one on the must-eat list, yet a man who has never been eaten, tsk tsk, it's terrifying when you think about it, sisters!

My Wife Cheated on Me and I Became a Fish replies to im-h(or)ngry: What!? Tell me about it!

im-h(or)ngry replies to My Wife Cheated on Me and I Became a Fish: I'll DM you.

You look up after reading, confused by the back-and-forth, only to see MC with her hands on her hips. She groans.

“Now, this guy you see, he's practically the Wolfsbane of the human world! Do you know why?” You shake your head.

“Wolfsbane has particularly beautiful flowers, and many animals are attracted to its appearance and eat it. But it's highly poisonous, the entire plant is poisonous, and Sylus is just like that.”

“Twenty-eight years old, never dated anyone before. Rich and handsome, yet never been in a relationship? Isn't that terrifying!?”

She deliberately lowers her voice and continues, “I heard that a brave soul once tried to charm him, but disappeared for a while and was found dead. Of course, many people didn't believe it, but they all ended up failing. Some tried to get his contact information, but their phones were hacked. Others tried to pretend to be his secretary, but were thrown out. Someone even spilled coffee on him, only to find out the suit cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and they were immediately stopped by his bodyguards and had to pay a fortune, and so on.”

MC gets more and more excited as she speaks, even shivering slightly in fear.

“He's the one!” You point at the photo, your eyes blazing with determination.

“!?” MC looks at you in shock, “My darling! Don't you realize I am trying to warn you, not recommend him!?”

She was intending to discourage you, suggesting you start with an easier target, which is why she chose the most difficult person to begin with.  She hadn't expect him to catch your eye.

“This is the first time I've encountered such a suitable target, of course I can't let him go.” You stand up from the sofa and point at MC again, “You're the one who told me that!”

“And you said that people over twenty-five don't have a very high energy output, and he's twenty-eight, which is perfect for me. And he looks so delicious… Oh, and those eyes…” Your tail is practically wagging in the air as you twirl around in the living room.

Oh no, oh no, oh no no no, my teacher is going to kill me.

MC already feels that her life is in danger.

“But you have no practical experience at all, how are you going to win him over?”

Her voice rings out, and you stop. MC is right; you've never interacted with humans before, mostly just watching them sleep and snore from your window.

MC sighs as she face-palms, “In school, the practical classes only involved flirting with characters created from illusions, and you were too scared to even do that. Now you want to flirt with a real person? And a dangerous one at that?”

“Well, I can start by talking to him, you know, and then slowly develop the relationship.” You supply helplessly. 

“Are you cooking ribs?  Slowly develop the relationship? Although you're a high-level succubus and can absorb energy through dreams, your body won't be able to handle it if you keep going like this.” You lower your head, clutching at your pajamas.

MC is right; you've been feeling tired lately, wanting to sleep all the time, and nearly fainted earlier today, which is why you agreed to her suggestion.

"So what do you think I should do?" You ask meekly.

Hearing this, MC runs to her room and brings out several books. You glance at them.

Human Interaction Guide for Dummies. 108 Techniques from a Master of Seduction. Succubus Skill Usage Manual.

"You need to learn how to… Shoot! Your! Shot!"

****

Following the plan MC gave you, you wait in the Onychinus Headquarters.

You're a succubus after all! Sneaking into an office is easy! Honestly, if MC wasn't unable to find Sylus' personal address, you'd already be in his bed. 

You look at the maid outfit you're wearing. MC had originally picked out an overly exaggerated uniform for you: a black corset that accentuated your figure, paired with fishnet stockings and a skirt so short it barely covered the curve of your ass.

But you absolutely refused to wear that, so you pestered her for a long time until she agreed to let you choose a less revealing outfit.

You wander around Sylus' office. The desk is neatly organized, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the entire city, which would probably look especially beautiful on a clear night.

Just then, you hear a sound from outside. You walk to the door, standing there nervously, silently rehearsing your lines.

The door opens, and you lower your head, burning holes into your skirt hem. Even after practicing several times, you still stammer a little.

"Welcome back, M-Master. Do you want to eat first, or..." Your voice trembles slightly. You already regret letting MC prepare the script. What kind of decent person starts with role-playing games right off the bat?! But you continue. "...or take a bath first?"

The air instantly turns deathly silent.

You look up in confusion, only to see that it was indeed Sylus standing in front of you, but behind him were two more young men in suits. His business partners(?) had strange expressions, as if they were trying their hardest to suppress their laughter.

Fuck.

It's over.

You're dead meat.

You quickly search your mind for the emergency lines MC had given you: If the foreplay doesn't work, just run away.

Time to activate Plan B now.

"Excuse me, I've come to the wrong office."

You fumble to leave, but realize your tail, which you thought you had hidden, had appeared, and it hits the door frame with a "plop", making you jump.

"..."

More awkward silence ensues.

The professional smiles on the younger men's faces begin to crumble, and one of them lets out an uncontrollable cough. The other pretends to adjust his cuffs, but his eyes are twitching.

You feel so embarrassed you wanted to evaporate on the spot. You freeze, feeling the blood rush from your face to the tips of your ears.

Sylus finally speaks. His voice shows no panic, a hint of amusement, even. "...An interesting opening."  He turns to the two people beside him and explain, "This is my 'new assistant'. She's still getting used to the environment."

Huh?

His partners nodded in unison: "Yes, yes, boss".

Huh?? Why are they nodding?

They walk to Sylus' desk and begin discussing contracts, missions, and signing issues. You, playing the role of a competent "assistant," stand to the side, but with no clue what to do.

You only half-understand what they are saying, bored to the point of feeling sleepy.

You already used up so much energy to travel to Sylus' office today. You thought you could recover by eating your first meal, but instead, you're ending up standing here like furniture.

"You got it, boss man!" You jolt your head up, slowly opening your eyes after being woken up by the sound.

The two men stand up and shake hands. One of them glances at you and smiles: "Then we won't disturb the Boss' free time."

The sound of the door closing echoes in the large room, and you straighten up. There's only you and Sylus left. 

"So, Miss Maid, what can I do for you?" Sylus stands in front of you, his perfect physique making you unconsciously swallow.

Perhaps because his tone sounded too gentle, too unassuming, you lose your nervousness. I want to eat you, you think.

"Eat me?" He raises an eyebrow, his eyes seeming to smile, but with a hint of confusion.

Wait. Did you just say that out loud?

"Uh, huh?" you blink, shaking your head in attempt to clear your mind. God you must be truly starving right now. You think back to what you had learned in school. Humans seemed to use "eat" to mean consuming material things for nutrients.

"I-I mean, I want to have sex with you."

Sylus is clearly stunned by your blunt answer, so you begin to explain everything to him.

"So you're a succubus, and you want me to be your food, to provide you with energy?" Sylus summarizes after listening.

You nod, hope rising in your heart.

But the next second, he flatly says, "I refuse."

"Why?" You frown, feeling a little frustrated.

"Why should I agree?" He counters, sitting in his chair, leaning back slightly, his eyes studying you with a mixture of amusement and seriousness.

You walk up to him, the small bells on your clothes jingling softly with your movements. Your hands rest on the table on either side of his chair, looking quite imposing.

Truth to be told, your head is completely empty right now with no semblance of an answer, but you're already here, and can't go back empty-handed.

"I like you, that’s why I chose you.”

Sylus looks at you quietly, his fingers gently tapping the table, mirroring your heartbeat.

“You like me?” he repeats, lowering his head and smiling. You feel a little strange because his smile is completely devoid of emotion.

You're a little flustered by his reaction and can only nod haphazardly. Is this what hunger feels like? “Yes, I like you, so you can’t betray my feelings!" 

“But…” He pauses, his red eyes staring straight into yours. “I don’t like you.”

“Then you can slowly learn to like me! You humans call it ‘love that grows over time,’ right? We have to try first before we can determine if we don’t like each other. You don’t even know me, and you’re already rejecting me…” Your mind is racing, and you’re blurting out a lot of nonsense. If your previous teachers heard this, you're not sure if they would die of embarrassment or set off fireworks to celebrate you finally making a move on someone.

“Do you know me? If I’m not mistaken, Miss, we didn’t know each other before, did we?” Sylus' tone turns very cold.

You're startled, your mind still reeling from hunger. “That’s because…”

“Because you want to use me again?” He finishes your sentence for you, his voice very low, each word sounding like it was whispered in your ear.

He suddenly leans forward, resting one hand on the table, only a fist's distance away from you. His ruby eyes stare straight at you, and the pleasant scent of his cologne wafts over, smothering your senses. “Just saying you like me won’t get you anywhere with me.”

From the moment he first interrupted you, your head was buzzing, and your thoughts become increasingly muddled with his words.

You cover your face with one hand and prop yourself up on the table with the other. In the last second before you lose consciousness, you see his furrowed brow.

Great, my energy level is so low that I’m fainting. I hope I'm still in one piece when I wake up, you think. 

When you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sofa, still in the same room. Sylus is looking at documents on a table nearby, with the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

Night is falling, and the orange-yellow lights illuminate the streets, depicting a scene of prosperity.

Your gaze, however, is drawn to Sylus, and you finally understand why MC always says: Men look the most handsome when they are serious.

His had taken off his suit jacket, with his sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his strong arms and delicious veins. His black shirt is so clean it almost shines. His tie is undone, and the curve of his collar perfectly evokes a sense of warmth surging through you.

So handsome.

He doesn't even lift his eyes: "Awake?"

You rub your eyes and whimper, trying to make yourself look at sorry as possible. "Can't you really consider it?"

Sylus sighs. He walks towards you, and kneels down on one knee next to the sofa, looking at you.

You feel a spark of hope run and start using the pitiful act you used on MC. "If you refuse, I'm going to starve to death! I don't have the energy nor want to look for other food either..."

"So you've decided on me?" He narrows his eyes. You feel that if he were a demon, his tail would already be wagging in the air.

You nod frantically. He looks at you and chuckles softly: "Okay, we can try, Miss succubus."

Success! You rejoice inwardly, completely overcome by happiness.

But soon you realize the most important problem: you didn't know how!

You have absolutely no idea what to do, so you end up awkwardly asking him, "Where do we start?"

Sylus raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you wanted to eat me? What, the succubus doesn't even know where to start?"

Your ears burn bright red as you mutter, "I don't have any experience."

"Then there's nothing I can do." he says, turning to leave.

Seeing your perfect meal about escape in front of your eyes gives you a sudden burst of courage, and you quickly grab Sylus' arm, pulling him down.

Sylus loses his balance, instinctively supporting himself on the back of the sofa with his hands. You take the opportunity to hug him, burying your head in his chest. God, he smells divine.

Your face is pressed against his plush chest. He steadies himself and looks down at the timid little succubus in front of him.

Your mind is blank; you still have no idea what to do, so you just awkwardly hug him. His scent mesmerizes you, and you tighten your arms, rubbing your face into his chest.

"Miss succubus, is this how you absorb energy?" Sylus asks, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

You're startled, looking up at his expression. "I didn't study seriously in school, so I don't know how to do it, but you smell really good."

After saying that, you bury your head in his chest again, a muffled voice coming from within. "And I do feel much better, I should hug you for a little longer."

He gently presses your back closer to him. "Take your time, I like watching you being clumsy."

He holds your hand and places it on his chest. "See, absorbing energy isn't just about hugging, you also have to feel it with your heart. Be bolder, try again."

You listen, bewildered, trying to understand, feeling his warmth and heartbeat in your palm.

Suddenly, a faint energy flows from his body into yours, and you let out a muffled gasp of surprise. "I think I feel you," you whisper.

He's straight up intoxicating. You can't help but lean closer, wanting more of that delicious feeling. But just when you thought everything was going smoothly, he gently pushes you away.

"That's enough." He stands up, his movements very slow, as if deliberately trying to calm himself.

The place where he pushed you away still retains residual warmth, and you look up at him blankly, reluctantly missing the heat from the contact. 

Sylus looks down at you, his voice very soft, yet unrelenting. "Your body is too weak right now, it can't handle any more."

He re-buttons his shirt, his movements swift. You suddenly realize that those unbuttoned buttons were accidentally done by your own fingertips when you greedily leaned closer.

"Then can we sign a contract?" You also stand up, following him. "I know you're a businessman... you won't agree to anything for no reason. Whatever you want, I can give it to you!"

A glint flashes in his eyes: "What do you want to exchange with me?"

You straighten your back, as if reciting a lesson: "I can work for you, help you with chores, I learn everything quickly anyway."

Sylus is a little surprised. He walks in front of you and looks down at your small figure condescendingly. "Miss succubus, are you signing an employment contract or a contract of servitude?"

You lower your head, mumbling, "You can interpret it however you want, as long as you can become my food source."

Sylus looks at you, slowly extending his hand, his palm holding a faintly glowing red mark. "Then let's sign a contract, so you can absorb my energy with peace of mind."

Upon hearing "absorb energy with peace of mind," you instinctively nod. "Okay!"

"Are you sure?" He narrows his eyes slightly, lips threatening to pull into a dangerous smile.

You answer hastily, afraid he might change his mind the next second. "Definitely!"

A moment later, he's flicking his fingers, and a faint light lands directly in your palm, burning like fire. A slight tingling sensation courses through your body, pooling into your lower half, leaving you stunned.

Sylus leans closer to you, red eyes flashing brighter despite the darkness that now envelopes the room. His tone is as calm as if he were reading a newspaper.

"The contract is established. From now on, you can only draw your energy from me."

"...Huh?"

"You just told me, 'definitely'. I'm taking that as a permanent binding agreement."

You freeze, slowly realizing there is something wrong with this contract.

"Wait! I thought this is a trial run..."

He bends down and whispers in your ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Sorry, I don't do trial periods."

You gasp as you feel another tail entwine with yours.

"You should've known better than to agree to the demands of an archfiend."

By the time you finally finish your meal, you are absolutely stuffed. You don't think you can take another single drop.

As you blearily fall asleep in Sylus' arms, you can't help but feel like you are the one that's been tricked.

You know you’re caught, “Sorry.”

“You’re not.” He chuckles lightly.

Not at all, not when he’s already got you feeling like this from miles away. “But my question kid, need the answer.”

You swallow the spit in your mouth, slowly thrusting digits inside you, “Just- imagined you here.”

“Mhm.” He eggs you on.

“With me, o-on top of me. And how you use you stretch me out a-and make me cum with your fingers.” Your breath hitches, nipples growing hard as you grind against your hand.

“But two fingers like that won’t work, will it? You poor thing, need three to match the size of mine right?” Caleb condescendingly coos, making you mewl, dipping another finger in your tight pussy.

Your face hides into the pillow, shuddering, imagining his long fingers, he he stretched you out, “ ‘S big Cay.”

“Aren’t they? Make sure they’re all coated with you, clenching around my fingers all desperate. Make sure I can reach that spot- curl your fingers for me.”

Your bottom lips juts out, you whine, “Can’t- gege, I can’t-“

“-Try again meimei, you got it. Move your fingers faster, higher.” And you do, hooking your fingers and lifting your hips higher to take more. Giving yourself stroke after stroke with your fingers. Loud moans and keens erupting out of you and into Caleb’s ear. His jaw clenching trying to control himself, cock growing hard in his uniform.

“So good for me pips, pussy so messy, probably soaked my hand by now huh? Make me suck it all up ‘nd make my lips all pretty. You love that right pips? My hands all over you, holding you, letting you choke me out with your pretty thighs.”

Before you can blubber out a stupid and lustful reply, you hear Caleb’s co worker that makes you but your lip hard enough to draw blood. They tease him and he rolls his eyes, that perfect modelesc smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes properly. deciding to fake a civil conversation for them. Play house like you used to as kids, you his pretty wife while he plays the husband. You calling your husband who’s far away, and throbbing for him. You don’t stop pumping your fingers, using your ofher hand to start big circles around your pulsing bud with the pads of your fingers.

“Just talking to my favorite girl on the planet, isn’t that right honey?”

Your lips fall open, hips stuttering, you keen, “Caleb! Fu- mmph!-“

Caleb smirks, laughing to himself, “What was that honey?” He pauses, waiting for another loud moan only he could hear. But it comes out muffled, he rasps, “Baaaabe? Baaaabe?”

You cum with a gasp, walls fluttering as you cum hard around your fingers.

“Oh, there she is!” He says knowingly, hearing the pretty moans you let out as you cum down from you high, “Yeah, I miss you much honey.”

“I- I miss you too Cay.” You speak so softly, pulling your wet fingers out of your sticky cunt.

There’s a groan from Caleb, his co-workers finally walking away. “God I can’t wait to see you pips, I’ll be home in two weeks. Promise I won’t be long.”

You pout, curling up on the bed, “Okay.”

And Caleb pauses, his own heart panging! at the sadness in your voice, he runs his fingers through his hair, “I’m really sorry jiejie, I’ll be back before you know it. Okay? I mean it…. Be good for me.”

“I always am.” You sigh.

“‘F course… love you.”

“Love you too.”

It take you both a second to hang up the phone, getting every second you can out of each other even if it’s just the sound of the other one breathing. But as soon as the call ends, you groan into your pillow in annoyance.

The call and cumming once only made you miss him more.