The moment my inner succubus awakened was the moment my boyfriend, Ethan, dumped me. I was a mess, crouched on the sidewalk and sobbing. But not over him. I was crying because of the ache—a deep, unfamiliar torment that had taken root in my very core. Ethan shot me an irritated look and grabbed his roommate. "Jax, can you handle her? I've got places to be." Jax just grunted and nodded. He sauntered over, his shadow falling over me. "Lily," he said, his voice low. "What's it going to take to make you stop crying?" I clutched my skirt, terrified he’d see the fluffy white tail that had just sprouted at the base of my spine. Crap, my ears were starting to push through, too, a tingling heat spreading at my temples. Biting my lip, I could only whisper the one thing my body was screaming for. "A kiss." Jax’s eyebrow shot up. "What kind of kiss?" I pressed my hands to my head, trying to keep my twitching ears hidden. "The kind," I whispered, my voice trembling, "that makes everything… better." 1 It was an agony. The newly sprouted rabbit tail was a constant, irritating presence. But worse, far worse, was the nameless, carnal tide surging within me. I wanted Ethan to kiss me, to hold me. To do… something more. But five minutes ago, he had suddenly broken up with me. At first, I was just stunned. It wasn't until I saw Renee standing a short distance away that it all clicked into place. His unforgettable ex-girlfriend was back, ready to reclaim her territory. "Alright, Lily, I've said my piece. Let's just leave it at that," Ethan said, his patience wearing thin. He kept glancing back at Renee. "I'm sorry, but I've been forcing it for six months. This 'cute' thing you've got going on? It's just not for me." "Being with you is like… like babysitting." "You're adorable, you're pretty, but you just don't… spark that feeling for me. You know? The feeling of being in love." "I still prefer someone like Renee. Someone with more… womanly charm." 2 I stared at him, my mind blank, trying to find the words to defend myself. It was true, I had been childlike before. But that was because my kind—the succubi—don't awaken into our true selves until we turn twenty. Until then, our development is almost completely arrested. Today, of all days, I had been planning to share the good news with him. I had finally grown up. I could finally wear the beautiful, sexy slip dresses I’d always dreamed of. I could finally develop the alluring curves of a woman. But I never got the chance to tell him. Instead, he’d cut me down with those hurtful words. A pang of real sadness hit me, and my eyes, true to my nature, turned red as a rabbit's. Ethan’s frown deepened. "There you go again. Your eyes get red at the drop of a hat, like someone's bullying you." A fresh wave of indignation washed over me. My true form was a rabbit; we were born with red eyes. "Look, I've said what I needed to say. I'm leaving. You should head back to your dorm," Ethan said, turning to go. But then, a wave of agony so intense buckled my knees. I collapsed onto the curb and started to cry. It wasn't because of the breakup. It wasn't because of his cruel words. It was the ache. An unbearable torment was consuming me from the inside out. The blood in my veins felt like it was boiling. My mouth was desert-dry, and my heart hammered against my ribs at a terrifying pace. My mother had told me that after a succubus comes of age, we need to feed on passion and desire to survive. The simple kisses and cuddles I'd known before were no longer enough. Our needs were ten times stronger than a normal human's. That’s why, she’d said, it was best to be in a relationship. With, well, one or more steady, strong, and capable… boyfriends. 3 Through my tears, I looked at Ethan. He was tall and well-built. Both my mother and I had been quite satisfied with him. Just yesterday, she had given me a few… pamphlets. For my "education." I'd studied them diligently, poring over the illustrations late into the night, which led to a series of chaotic, feverish dreams. I had woken up feeling completely drained. And now, the meal I'd been starving for had just flown the coop. Where was I supposed to find another ready-made, capable boyfriend on such short notice? Ethan watched me sob, his expression shifting from guilt to outright annoyance. He glanced back at Renee, who was losing her patience. "Ethan, are you done yet?" she yelled. "What are you doing, babysitting? Get a move on!" When Ethan spoke again, his voice was cold and hard. "Honestly, Lily, crying won't work. I'm not going to feel sorry for you." I bit the soft flesh of my lip, my red-rimmed eyes pleading with him. "Ethan, can we please just break up tomorrow?" Just let me get through tonight. I was terrified my rabbit ears would pop out any second. I could just imagine being captured and carted off to a lab for "live specimen research" by some shadow government agency. Ethan scoffed. "Wow, Lily. You're really that desperate, huh?" My love for him was, in truth, quite shallow. It was purely about his looks and his physique. Time was slipping away. My body temperature was soaring, and my consciousness was starting to blur at the edges. "Ethan, I'm begging you." "No chance." He was clearly fed up. Just then, his eyes landed on a familiar figure, and an idea sparked. "Jax." Ethan crossed the distance in a few strides and pulled the man over. 4 "Hey man, can you handle her for me? I've got a date." Jax was wearing a hoodie, headphones around his neck. His face was stunningly handsome, but his expression was a mask of cold indifference. He was tall—taller than Ethan—with long legs and broad shoulders. As for his build… I remembered a time I went to find Ethan at his off-campus apartment. Jax had just come back from a run. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of light gray sweatpants. His muscles were sculpted perfection. And that… bulge. I couldn't help but swallow. Maybe it's just the gray fabric, I thought desperately. Maybe it just makes things look bigger. Jax took off his headphones and cast a cool, downward glance at me. My eyes immediately fixated on his hands, and I couldn't look away. So long. I mean his fingers, of course. And so strong. I'm still talking about his fingers. That day in the apartment, I’d almost tripped and fallen off the sofa. Jax had caught me and lifted me back up with just one hand. And even though I hadn't gone through my "second puberty" yet, I was still five-foot-three! "Never mind, forget I asked," Ethan started, "I know you don't like getting involved in other people's business." But then Jax surprised him. "Sure." "You'll do it?" Jax nodded, his face still an unreadable, almost ascetic mask. Ethan frowned again, but Renee was already fuming. "Ethan, if you don't go now, I'm leaving without you!" "Alright, man, thanks. Just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid, okay?" Ethan said hurriedly. As he walked away, he cast one last look back at me. But I didn't notice. My gaze was completely glued to Jax. 5 Ethan and Renee drove off. Jax tucked his headphones into his pocket and walked over to me. I was still a small, huddled ball on the ground, my hands wrapped behind my back, trying to hide the little bump my tail made under my skirt. Jax stood very close. I could smell him. It was completely different from Ethan's cologne. This was a potent wave of pure pheromones, an almost overwhelming scent that acted like an aphrodisiac for my kind. My head spun. Jax looked down at me. "Lily, what's it going to take to make you stop crying?" Oh, his voice is incredible. How had I never noticed how good his voice sounded? My mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts. I loved the way he said my name. Would it sound huskier, more seductive, when we were kissing? I felt my ears starting to tingle, threatening to emerge. I quickly pressed my hands to the sides of my head. Oh god, I'm losing control. I bit my lip and begged him. "A kiss." 6 Jax seemed to raise a single eyebrow. "What kind of kiss?" I gnawed on my lower lip, my teeth teasing the soft flesh as I tried to remember Ethan's kisses, tried to recall the drawings and descriptions in the pamphlets. The only way to suppress my transformation was through… satisfaction. Even though I wasn't human, I still felt a blush creep up my neck. Covering my ears, I whispered, "The kind that makes me feel… good. Okay?" A ghost of a smile seemed to play on Jax’s lips. He leaned down, his strong, straight nose almost touching mine. "Lily." "Yes?" "Do you have any idea what it means to 'make you feel good'?" I blinked my red, swollen eyes. My mind was a complete blank. I couldn't think. He was too close. His breath brushed against the tip of my nose—scorching, intense. That intoxicating scent of his enveloped me like a thick fog. My blood was officially boiling, threatening to burst from my veins. And most importantly, seeing Jax this close… he was so handsome it made my heart flutter uncontrollably. I tilted my face up and kissed him. I didn't forget to close my eyes. Ethan had always said my eyes were too big, too innocent. He claimed it gave him a guilty conscience when we kissed, so he'd made me promise to always keep them shut. I was a good girl; I remembered that rule perfectly. Jax didn't push me away. Instead, after a brief, charged second, he pulled me up from the ground, pinned me against a nearby tree, and took complete control. 7 Jax, it turned out, wasn't a very experienced kisser. A few times, he accidentally bit me. I let out a small whimper to signal him. "Jax, don't bite." "Have you, like, never kissed a girl before?" "You're not doing it right. Just open your mouth…" "Lily." Jax's scorching palm suddenly cupped the back of my neck. His breathing was ragged, a soft pant against my ear. "Again." This time, his kiss was deep and overwhelming, as if he meant to devour me whole. My tongue grew numb under his relentless assault. My mind went blank, and my body went so limp in his arms I could barely stand. Until his large hand moved down my back and pressed against my tail. "Lily?" The haze of desire in Jax's eyes was tinged with a faint surprise. I almost screamed. My brain, for once, worked at lightning speed. "It's a toy! Can you, um, not touch it, please?" Jax’s hand suddenly pressed down harder. I could feel his displeasure radiating off him. "Lily," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You're full of surprises." He nipped my lip gently. "Turns out you're not so innocent after all." 8 I had no explanation, so I just mumbled incoherently and tried to distract him. I hooked my arms around his neck, kissing his lips, his jaw, the sharp line of his throat. My goal was to get him so lost in passion that he'd forget all about my tail. It worked. Jax pulled me flush against him, crushing me into his embrace, and responded with a fierce intensity of his own. It wasn't until twenty minutes later that I finally pushed back. "Jax… no more." "That's enough, my head is spinning." "Really, no more. I feel… better now. Really. Can you please stop?" The tail had vanished, and my ears were quiet again. I tried to push the man away, desperate to get back to my dorm. I needed a shower. I needed to change my clothes, from the inside out. Everything felt uncomfortably tight, like I was about to burst. "Um, thank you. For that," I said, clutching my aching chest and giving him a sincere bow. It was a genuine thank you. "It's getting late, and I have an early class tomorrow. I should get going." I turned to flee, but Jax’s hand shot out and clamped around my wrist. "You're just leaving?" I was surprised. "Is there something else?" "You got what you wanted," Jax said, his voice now a husky rasp that was impossibly seductive. "I didn't." "So… what now?" "What do you think?" I thought about it carefully. My mother had said that for the first six months after awakening, the 'heat' would come every other day. I needed a regular partner. I bit my lip and gave Jax a serious, appraising look. Honestly, there probably wasn't a more suitable man out there. "Well… how about we meet again tomorrow? Same time, same place?" Jax stared at me for a long moment before nodding. "Okay. Tomorrow night. Don't be late." 9 None of my old clothes fit anymore, including my underwear. Thankfully, my mom had prepared new clothes for me in a larger size. The next day, before our meeting, I showered and changed into one of the new outfits. It was a form-fitting dress that clung to my new curves. I looked in the mirror and felt a little shy. My roommate suddenly ran over and pinched my side. "Holy crap, you're not flat-chested anymore!" she shrieked. "You little sneak, what have you been eating to suddenly get so… stacked?" I couldn't explain, of course, so I just fumbled for an excuse. "Are you wearing makeup? What shades are your eyeshadow and blush? You look so… sultry." "I'll share when I get back!" I called over my shoulder. The truth was, I wasn't wearing any makeup. After the awakening, a succubus naturally becomes more beautiful. Especially after… sampling the pleasures of the flesh. Our beauty would gradually reach its peak. This was just the beginning. But as I was about to head downstairs, I felt a strange shift in my body. It was still early. Why was the reaction so intense already? I quickly pulled out the pamphlet my mom had given me. After a succubus awakens, she feeds on passion and desire. For the first three months, in particular, the need is insatiable and grows daily. If it is not satisfied, she risks exposing her true form at any time. Therefore, it is best for her and her regular partner to… go all the way. As soon as possible. I froze. I rushed downstairs. It was still early, and Jax hadn't arrived yet. I paced around anxiously, and in my distraction, I bumped into someone. "Lily?" It was Ethan's voice, full of surprise. 10 I was just as surprised. I quickly stepped back. "Oh, sorry about that." "Are you here for me?" Ethan asked, his eyes wide with unconcealed astonishment as he took in my new look. "You look… really good dressed like this." "No, I'm not here for you." As my anxiety spiked, my eyes started to turn red again. Ethan just smiled, shaking his head with a knowing look. "Lily, I hate clingy girls. Don't be like this." "I'm not! I'm waiting for someone." "Right. You wait, then. I'm leaving." He clearly didn't believe me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Still stubborn, I see." He took a call from Renee and walked away. By now, I could barely stand. The ache was back, fiercer than before. I had no choice but to squat on the ground and wait. When Jax finally arrived, I scrambled to my feet with a joyful cry. "You're here!" But my legs gave out from under me, and I almost collapsed. He quickly reached out to steady me, but I stumbled forward, my face landing right against his waistband. Oh. So it wasn't just the gray sweatpants. My cheeks burned, and a wave of heat washed through me. "Lily, are you okay?" "Jax," I gasped, clutching his arm. My palm was slick with sweat, my fingertips trembling. "I… I want you." He seemed to freeze for a second. But I was already throwing myself at him, pressing my body against his. We fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, a seamless lock and key. Jax's entire body went rigid. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his jawline clenched. "Lily." He gripped my hand, his voice a low, hoarse whisper, trying to coax me. "Be good. We can't do it here." 11 I didn't understand. I snuggled into his chest and tilted my head back, my face flushed with desire, my eyes misty and filled with confusion. "Why not here?" There were trees, there was grass, and the sky was getting dark. It seemed perfect. Jax's long fingers brushed against the side of my face, intending to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. But his skin was so much cooler than mine. It felt incredible. And his scent… that faint, crisp smell of fresh grass that we rabbits loved so much. I couldn't resist. I couldn't stop myself. I turned my head and gently bit his finger, my tongue darting out to taste him. It was just as delicious as I had imagined. "Lily." Jax's voice dropped even lower, the end of the word trembling. He frowned, trying to pull his hand back, but I held on, sinking my teeth in a little deeper. A sharp, ragged breath escaped his lips, a low groan from deep in his throat. "You're a girl," he rasped. "You can't… do this." He finally managed to pull his hand free, his knuckles now marked with the faint imprint of my teeth. He glanced at it for a second before looking away, but I saw his throat work again, a hard swallow. The body pressed against mine grew even hotter, his muscles coiling tight. "Are you sick? Should I take you to a hospital?" he asked, his voice strained as he reached up to feel my forehead. "I'm not sick, Jax." I grabbed his wrist, my voice a soft, pleading whisper. "What can't a girl do?" He looked down at me, his deep eyes swirling with an emotion I couldn't decipher. "You can't just throw yourself at a man." "You can't chase after him, begging for kisses." "And you definitely can't press yourself against him like this." "Why not?" I asked again. Animal instincts are simple. When you're hungry, you eat. When you're tired, you sleep. And when you're in heat, you find a mate. Anytime, anywhere. Why were humans so complicated? "Lily, you're a girl…" he started, frowning. I suddenly pushed him away. "I get it." "What do you get?" "You don't like me," I said, a wave of frustration and disappointment washing over me. "You're just like Ethan. You don't want to kiss me or hold me." I hated that my true form was a stupid, clumsy rabbit. Not like my sister, a glamorous and bewitching white fox. She could make any man in the world fall at her feet. Unfortunately, my sister was a rare anomaly in our clan—a hopeless romantic, completely and utterly lost to the idea of love. "Since you don't like me, I won't bother you anymore," I said, my voice flat. 12 I took a step back. Looking at Jax, I felt a pang of regret. He really did look delicious. But you can't force someone to want you. And I couldn't wait. I didn't have any more time. I had to find another guy. I remembered Ethan had a friend in a lower year. Every time he saw me, his eyes would light up. He definitely wouldn't mind if I kissed and hugged him. Plus, he was a great athlete. Going all the way would surely be no problem for him. My mind made up, I decided to act immediately. "Well, I'm going to go find someone else. I'm sorry about yesterday and today." I gave Jax a quick bow and turned to leave. But he was faster. His hand shot out and clamped around my wrist. "Lily." He loomed over me, his handsome lips pressed into a thin, tight line. Why was he so angry all of a sudden? I looked up at him, confused. "Jax, is there something else?" "Who are you going to find?" he demanded. "Let me guess: if Ethan had dragged some other guy over yesterday, you would have asked him to kiss you until you felt better, too?" I immediately shook my head. "Of course not!" The harsh lines of his face seemed to soften, just a fraction. "He'd have to be tall and handsome, at least," I added honestly. "I'm very superficial." "Lily!" He was angry again, his expression frighteningly cold. I shrank back, intimidated. And just then, my tail popped out. Alarms blared in my head. Today's dress was skintight; there was nothing to hide it. I was on the verge of tears. Without thinking, I threw myself back into Jax's arms. "Jax, I'm out of time," I cried, my voice desperate. "I'm just going to ask you one more time." I bit my lip and looked up at him, my eyes shimmering with a raw, seductive plea. "Will you, or will you not, go all the way with me?" My veins are going to explode. Please. Don't say no again. Honestly, I really didn't want to find another guy. Jax slowly raised his hand. His long, elegant fingers cupped my scorching cheeks. In the twilight, his handsome face was like a beautifully carved piece of jade, glowing with a cool light. But the emotions churning in his eyes were dead serious. "I only do those things with my future wife." "Then can I be your wife?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even think. Jax stared at me for a long, silent moment. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips. "Okay."
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