"Master... it itches... please touch it." The incubus I just bought came home with a flushed face and heavy breathing. "Scratch it a little more, just a little." His tail was shockingly hot, wrapping tightly around me. Suspecting he was sick, I posted online asking for help. #Why is my incubus's tail always itchy? The top comments made my head explode: [OP, you're so dense. Is he asking you to scratch an itch? He's asking you to...] [OP, what he really wants to drill into your hand isn't his tail, it's...] 01 [OP, as an experienced owner, I'm telling you, never touch an incubus's tail QAQ, unless you want to do it!!] [Fun fact: The first step of an incubus going into heat is a hot tail. Owners must be especially careful not to let the incubus hold back too much, or the one who suffers will be the owner.] [Following "My cat keeps meowing" and "My fish keeps flipping belly up," we now have "My incubus's tail is always itchy."] [Move along everyone, the deed is done. The OP probably doesn't have the strength to open the app anymore.] Before checking my phone, I was worried my incubus was sick and I couldn't use my insurance for him. After checking my phone, I froze. What does this mean... an itchy tail means he's in heat? What exactly does the incubus want to drill into my hand? Why would the owner suffer if the incubus holds back too much? My hand, kneading the incubus's tail, paused. The tall male incubus panted and purred, his husky, pleasant voice full of confusion: "Master... why did you stop?" He retracted his tail aggrievedly, the corners of his beautiful eyes turning red: "If Master is tired, you can let go. I can endure it myself." Guilt washed over me instantly. I lifted my sore hand and continued kneading the tail. Nine light strokes, one heavy, stroking from the base to the tip. When I pinched the soft spade at the tip of his tail, he let out an uncontrollable groan. His tail trembled violently, his whole body tense to the extreme. I hesitated: "Did your condition get worse, or is it..." I couldn't bring myself to say the words "in heat." 02 I had no idea how to deal with an incubus in heat. Because I never planned to buy an incubus in the first place. But I couldn't resist passing by an incubus store holding a raffle, where I won a coupon for $99,990 off a purchase of $100,000. At first, I thought it was some new scam like a $5 voucher for a Rolls-Royce. Who knew that among the incubi costing hundreds of thousands or millions, there was exactly one priced at $100,000. Buying a hundred-thousand-dollar incubus for ten bucks was definitely a steal. So even though I had no need for a male incubus to warm my bed, I still bought Damian. I intended to use him as a carbon-based robot to handle my daily chores. But who knew that on his first night home, his tail would become scorching hot, and he would beg me with a husky voice to knead it. Everyone knows incubi are good-looking, and Damian was a top-tier specimen. Tall, muscular, with deep-set features, beautiful and seductive, a strikingly handsome man. Although I didn't want to admit it, he was just a tiny bit more handsome than me. When he looked at me with those deep eyes that seemed to have natural eyeliner, pleading, it was hard for me to refuse whatever he said. So I wasted my precious weekend kneading his tail for a whole day. Looking back, I wanted to slap myself with my sore hand. I involuntarily let go of his burning tail: "I'm tired. Let's stop here for today. We'll talk tomorrow." Damian seemed to be enduring something, swallowing hard several times, but still obediently withdrew his scorching tail. Seeing his aggrieved and submissive look, I almost lost my mind and touched his tail again. Luckily, my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten for a long time. I said embarrassedly: "Let's get ready to eat." He stood up obediently and walked to the kitchen: "I'll cook for Master." My hand reaching for instant noodles paused, then I withdrew it casually. 03 I expected him to cook, but I didn't expect him to be this good. In no time, four dishes and a soup, simple yet delicious, were laid out on the table. Compared to my instant noodles, this was a feast fit for a king. Damian brought the last dish over, his husky and magnetic voice sounding: "Master, dinner is ready." The temperature of his tail didn't seem to have gone down. He was so hot he took off his shirt, wearing only the dark apron I bought long ago. The apron was a bit small for him, tight against his body, barely covering the essentials. His chest muscles looked exceptionally fair against the dark fabric, almost glowing. I looked away as if scalded: "Cough, try to dress properly at home in the future. It's unsightly if guests come over." Damian hummed huskily, his eyes misty: "But Master... I'm hot." I glanced at him involuntarily. He was indeed hot, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his eyes fixed on me, Adam's apple bobbing continuously. "Then I'll turn on the AC." After dinner, I subconsciously walked to the bedroom. Behind me, a tall body stuck close, enveloping me in heat. I stopped abruptly. He stopped too, resting his head on my shoulder, hot breath spraying on my ear. Tingly and numb. I frowned: "Didn't I tell you to sleep in the guest room? Why are you following me?" Damian's exquisite eyes curved, his lips seemingly brushing my cheek: "Master, I want to sleep with you..." My back tightened, and I refused instinctively: "I didn't buy you to warm my bed. Besides housework, you're free to do whatever you want. You don't need to please me." After all, I bought him for ten bucks; I never expected anything from him. Damian's voice dropped, his tail wrapping around my waist secretly, like he was acting spoiled. "But Master, incubi can't get full on human food. I'm hungry..." His tail rubbed everywhere on my waist, going lower and lower. Faint breath sprayed on my neck; my shoulder could even feel his Adam's apple moving as he spoke. ?? Huh? My pupils dilated. I pushed him away in panic, slammed the bedroom door, and gasped for air. I didn't know the consequences of not feeding Damian. But I knew. Once I fed him, my... top or bottom status would be hard to say. 04 For the sake of my chastity, I left early and returned late for a straight week. As soon as I got home, I locked myself in the bedroom. No matter how he knocked, I didn't come out. Damian sensed my coldness, his eyes seeming to dim. He stopped complaining about his uncomfortable tail, silently hiding aside to endure alone. The house became tidier and tidier, with some small knick-knacks I had never seen before. As if this wasn't my rental apartment, but a home for Damian and me. That day, I came home from work and bumped into Damian's arms as soon as I opened the door. His body was scorching hot. He retreated enduringly to a suitable distance, his tail lifting gently as if greeting me. "Master, can I bring you lunch at noon? There are too many ingredients at home, I can't finish them." I vaguely remembered that for the sake of raising the incubus, I went to the supermarket a week ago and filled the fridge. I had been eating out for all three meals this week; the stuff in the fridge must be going bad. "Okay," I agreed. Damian's eyes lit up, the spade at the tip of his tail wagging into a blur. The rental apartment had poor soundproofing. That night, I heard Damian's suppressed and excited groans from the next room. Vaguely, my mouth felt dry too.
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