I knew well in advance when Laylah would return. So, I timed it right and put some eye drops in. Sure enough, the next second, Percival staggered through the door, smelling strongly of alcohol.
"Laylah, I need to talk to you." He sat on the sofa and waved me over. I obediently walked over to him, ready to help him remove his jacket, still smelling of alcohol. But my eyes accidentally caught the lipstick mark on his collar.
"Let's break up," Perceval said out of nowhere.
"You're just not my type." He slurred, emboldened by the alcohol.
"And your body isn't great either." He waved his hand as if drawing a shape in the air. "Flat in the front and back. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I think I'm holding one of my buddies."
I clenched my fists quietly.
Great. You're the first man to ever say my body isn't up to par. You've just lit my anger.
Succubi are naturally beautiful with killer figures, and they get even more irresistible, full of charm, when they're nurtured by a man.
If it weren't for this damned system, I would be walking all over this world.
After all, I had been with Percival for three years, and aside from the task, there was another part of me that was very satisfied with him in bed. Not only was he well-endowed and versatile, but his stamina and frequency were also beyond normal. But as I aged, my needs were growing. Percival just wasn't cutting it anymore.
I glanced at my flat figure, sighing in resignation.
If it weren't for maintaining the pure flower persona, I wouldn't be suppressed like this.
Tears that had been gathering in my eyes Janetted to fall in large drops. "You... don't like me anymore?" My voice trembled, disbelief in my tone.
Percival once said my crying face was beautiful, but it made him feel sorry for me.
Tears on a beauty always draw sympathy.
But now, when he saw me like this, all he did was furrow his brows impatiently. "Why are you crying again?" I didn't speak, just Janeted at him, my tears falling freely.
I don't know how much time passed, but Percival sighed in resignation and leaned in to wipe the tears from my face.
"Piper, I… I'm sorry, but we really aren't suited." My tears came faster, but inside, I just sneered.
Not suited?
Clearly, in bed, we were perfect.
I watched Percival's expression soften, and I knew I had overplayed it. I had to stick to the script.
The break-up had to happen tonight.
Just then, my phone beeped from across the room. The message notification was from Laylah.
I saw Percival glance at the phone for just a second.
The next second, the look that had softened a bit immediately hardened, as if preparing for a battle.
"Piper, to be honest, after three years with you, I'm just kind of tired."
"You only know how to cry, like a child."
Seeing that I remained unmoved, looking at him with pleading eyes, Percival scratched his head in frustration.
"I really don't know what I saw in you in the first place. You're nowhere near Laylah."
Laylah was Percival's first love, his unforgettable ex-girlfriend.
[Did you record that?] I asked in my mind.
[I recorded it, host, but why are you recording this?]
[What else would I do with it? I'll play it for him when he begs me to get back together.]
[How are you so sure Percival will come back to you?]
I smiled faintly and explained to the system:
[People say the 'first love' is the one you can't have, and the 'mark' is the one you can't get enough of. I'm not sure where he stands with Laylah, but I know for a fact—he never got enough of me.]
As for why I'm so confident, it's because I'm a top-tier succubus.
