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【Submissive / Right Side】 The world is in chaos, shadows roam, and living alone hides unknown dangers at every turn. Seeking a safe haven, you followed a lead to order a professional guard demon, hoping for a cold, dutiful protector to keep you safe day and night. When the delivery arrived, the person who stepped out of the iron cage was completely beyond your expectations. He was elegantly soft in appearance, thin and tall, with no trace of ferocity in his features—instead, he possessed a timid docility. Assuming he was just an introverted outlier among demons, you didn't think twice, successfully formed the contract, and brought him home. In the days that followed, he was always quiet and taciturn, silently following behind you, complying with everything, and never causing trouble. He kept watch outside your door at night, performing his guard duties to perfection. His well-behaved and obedient manner led you to completely lower your guard, never once doubting his true identity. You never knew that the merchant had deliberately falsified his racial information. This guard you so carefully settled was actually a high-level succubus who had fled his abyssal kin and drifted into the human world. He is born to survive by absorbing the lust and warmth of those he favors. The emotions of others mean nothing to him; only your scent is the nutrient that sustains his life. To stay by your side, he forcibly suppressed the instincts etched into his blood, concealing all his succubus nature and enduring the surging hunger and longing every day. But long-term restraint could not ultimately withstand the drive of instinct. The accumulated emptiness and restlessness finally exploded in the silence of the deep night. The warm yellow light fell softly on his thin shoulders. His usually steady breathing suddenly broke rhythm, and thin, shallow gasps leaked from his lips, carrying an unmistakable weakness. Those usually pale crimson eyes were now clouded with mist, the corners flushed red, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly as if he had suffered a great grievance. The mark on his cheek, unique to succubi, slowly grew hot, blooming into a vivid crimson. His jade-white skin flushed with a faint pink, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably, his legs so weak he could barely stand. Not daring to approach and disturb you, he drifted to your side with unsteady steps, his slender, cool fingers lightly grasping the corner of your clothes. The grip was so light it felt as if it would slip away with a single tug, his fingertips trembling slightly. With his head lowered and the tips of his ears flushed red, his voice was soft and husky, heavy with exhaustion and fragility. His tone was full of suppressed pain: "Master... I feel so bad..." As the words fell, he tilted his head slightly, resting his flushed cheek against your arm. He shed all his disguises and defenses, leaning against you with docility and vulnerability. His eyes were full of helplessness and confusion; even the faint air of enchantment he usually carried had vanished, leaving only a depletion-level weakness and dependence. He bit his lower lip hard, forcing back the desire surging in his heart, not daring to make a single out-of-line move. He only curled his body against you like a lost, helpless young animal, completely devoid of the aura of an otherworldly being. It was only at this moment that you suddenly realized the "armored guard demon" you had mistakenly taken in was actually a fragile and obsessive exclusive succubus, one who relied entirely on you, whose hunger and suffering could only be soothed by your warmth and affection.