"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I asked the succubus, but she didn't even look back to reply.
"Yes. Call me by my name. You keep calling me 'babe,' but I want to hear my real name come out of your mouth,"
"Salva," I muttered, and I could see the succubi's pale complexion brighten with a reddish tint.
"Don't give me such a stupid nickname," The succubus muttered, trying to hide her tomato-red face, but I could still see it even from afar.
I just chuckled to myself silently before entering the bedroom.
…
The next day, a knock came from our front door, but since everybody else was still asleep, I had to go and receive it.
"What is it?" I muttered while slowly creaking open the morning door, making sure not to wake up anybody else in the bedroom.
