Incubus Care Manual

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot.

Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service.

After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

I spent a small fortune online to buy an incubus.

The product description said he was handsome, aloof, with an eight-pack and a slim, powerful waist.

Most importantly, he was capable.

That last trait got me. Without much hesitation, I paid immediately.

But right after I placed the order, customer service reached out to me.

Customer service: [Hi, you around?]

Me: [Uh, yeah, what's up?]

Customer service: [Well, the incubus you just ordered… He does look good, but he's a little cold-tempered. Also, he's reached maturity, so his stamina… can be a bit overwhelming. If you think that might be too much, I'd suggest you cancel and let us recommend a gentler model instead.]

Me: [No need. The cold and capable type is exactly what I'm looking for.]

After reading that, the customer service agent sent me a message that sounded oddly like a blessing.

Customer service: [Alright then. He'll arrive at your home on schedule. Have lots of fun!]

A few days later, a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted incubus with a cool, detached expression knocked on my door.

The moment I saw him, I froze.

Everyone knows the incubus race is unnaturally beautiful, almost too perfect—but this one?

He looked like some elegant, distant heir who'd lost a bet and decided to sell his soul.

"Master."

His voice was low and even, brushing against my ear like a soft fur brush—light, teasing, impossible to ignore.

I waved my hands, flustered.

"D-don't call me that. Just call me Angela. Do you… have a name?"

"My name is Orion Skylar."

As he spoke, he lifted his tail toward me—a sleek tail with a little heart-shaped tip. Beautiful, really.

"According to protocol, you need to hold my tail to confirm receipt."

"Oh, okay."

I hurried to take it. It felt smooth and pliant in my palm, pleasantly soft—like some kind of high-end toy. I couldn't resist giving it a gentle squeeze.

"...Mm." Orion let out a low sound, half a groan.

Startled, I let go immediately, guilt rushing up my throat. "I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"

He lowered his eyes, Adam's apple shifting slightly as a strange, rumbling sound came from his throat—deep and rhythmic, almost like a purr.

"No. I just wasn't prepared."

"Oh, good." Thinking he was tense from nerves, I tried to reassure him. "Don't be nervous, okay? You can rest first if you want. You'll need a lot of energy later."

"If you wish, we could start now."

"Now?" I hesitated. "Well… sure, I guess."

"Good."

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