At this moment, I walked nervously into Julian's house.
Now that we were living together again, how could I not see this as a return to familiar territory?
It had been three years, but nothing had changed.
The bedroom I used to live in was clean and tidy, the flowers I had kept still vibrant.
Everything felt like I had just left.
I never expected he had been waiting for my return all this time.
I didn't know how to face him, so I awkwardly made an excuse: "Uh, I'll go take a shower first."
After the shower, I came out wrapped in a bathrobe.
The comment was getting out of hand:
"Ah, the second female lead knows how to clean herself up."
"The bathrobe's even better. A quick tug on the belt and everything's visible."
I rubbed my forehead.
There was a cup of warm milk on the table.
It was heated by Julian for me.
I was about to drink it when I saw the comment exploding with excitement:
"My favorite scene is here, this warm milk has a sleep aid in it."
"Once the second female lead drinks it, she'll fall unconscious, and the villain can do whatever he wants with her, wow."
"In the book, the second female lead wakes up every morning unable to stand, her thighs sore, and she's too dumb to figure out why."
"Well, she deserved it. The breakup reason was too hurtful."
At this, I quietly put the warm milk down.
From a distance, I saw Julian secretly doing something on the sofa downstairs.
The comment continued:
"Wow, the villain's secretly admiring the engagement bouquet the second female lead gave him, he's completely in love with it."
"He loves the bouquet from his wife but is hiding it, afraid his wife finds out he's already forgiven her, www, this villain is so cute."
Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine.
The flowers? Oh no!
As expected, the next moment, Julian pulled out a card from the bouquet.
On the card, it said... To Edward.
Julian fell silent.
I fell silent.
The comment fell silent.
The world hit the mute button as we all waited for Julian's breakdown.
Holy crap! I completely forgot about this!
I had planned to propose to Edward, so the card in that bouquet was obviously for him.
The comment realized what had happened:
"Wow, it's over now, the villain's dark side is definitely off the charts."
"Earlier, he was proudly kissing the flowers his wife gave him and even wanted to show off on social media, but now the sky is falling."
I was already considering the possibility of escaping.
Maybe it was some kind of telepathic connection, but Julian noticed I was looking at him and locked eyes with me.
He casually placed the bouquet in a corner and picked up his cup. "Don't ever let me see you giving flowers to anyone else again."
I stammered, "Okay..."
Just as I was about to enter the room, I suddenly heard the sound of a cup shattering in the living room.
Julian pressed his hand to his chest, seemingly enduring something, his voice hoarse: "Help me get the suppressant from the study."
Suppressant?
The comment sighed:
"The succubus marked one person in their life and can never love anyone else again."
"For the past three years of his heat cycle, he's been holding onto the second female lead's photo, thinking about her, injecting suppressants into his own arm."
I had heard that the succubus's heat cycle is incredibly painful, which is why they never mark anyone lightly.
It's like giving away his entire life.
But I didn't expect... he marked me.
I suddenly felt like the scum who sleeps with someone and leaves afterward.
Seeing how much he was suffering, I didn't go for the suppressant. Instead, I slowly walked downstairs toward him.
"Why do you need a suppressant? Aren't I here?"
"I already proposed to you. You can do whatever you want, enjoy yourself as much as you want."
He almost gritted his teeth, "Do you even know what you're saying?"
I ignored him and continued, "Do you want to try it in the bathtub? Or by the floor-to-ceiling windows? Of course, we could also do it directly on the floor. It's pretty exciting."
"The flowers were ordered by my sister. She even encouraged me to propose to Edward, but I already regret it."
"I shouldn't have left you all those years ago. I owe you a punishment, and tonight, you can do whatever you want with me, okay?"
I pinned him against the wall, tracing his succubus mark: "This is a one-time opportunity. It's up to you."
I blew softly into his ear and watched the faint blush rise on his earlobe.
The next second, my lips were heavily kissed.
"Cecilia, you brought this upon yourself."
It was our first time since we broke up. He couldn't even wait to get to the bedroom, picking me up by the waist and pressing me onto the sofa.
At this point, I still had the energy to tease him: "What, can't even wait to get to the bedroom?"
His tail tightly wrapped around my waist: "I'm only giving you one chance. You can still run away, but if you don't, even if you beg me in tears, I won't stop."
I smiled and boasted, "Who's begging for mercy? Not likely."
That night, I regretted saying those words.
No one told me that when a succubus is in heat, they don't stop for the whole night.
No one told me!
By the end of it, I was crying and trying to crawl away, but Julian grabbed my ankle and dragged me back.
That night, Julian fulfilled my request.
On the sofa, in the bathtub, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and even on the floor, there were traces of our intimate moments.
I even cried out, "Maybe you should use some suppressant, we have time."
He kissed my lips, wiping away the tears at the corner of my eyes, speaking softly yet cruelly: "It's too late."
That absurd and chaotic night felt unbearably long.
