As I stood there, feeling disappointed and helpless, I heard the sound of a bike approaching. The distinctive roar of a Kawasaki Ninja H24, the second-most expensive bike of its time, echoed through the air. I was shocked by how clearly I could hear it, and my memory instantly conjured up an image of Alex, the bike's owner.
As Alex arrived, people couldn't help but stare. Boys looked on in awe, while girls who knew the bike's value gazed at him with a mix of admiration and envy and a desire to make him his .
As he sees he started to slow his bike as he. Stopped at near me girl started to sorround him and ask for a ride and for his number and ignored them , and As I stood there, I remembered how girls would often fawn over Alex in the past, trying to get his attention. Some even tried to flirt with him, hoping to catch his eye. But Alex had always been particular about who he associated with. I recalled how some people, whom Karen had a special word for, would try to get in his way and even stage accidents with his bike to sue him and get money. However, Alex would give them a stare that was enough to make them scared, and even I got scared a little sometimes. But still, not so much. Due to his intimidating aura and piercing eyes, he didn't have many friends. This was why I never thought Sarah could get close to me; for me, she was the most innocent but also very mature about her career. But I was proved wrong, and remembering those moments got me so angered that I didn't realize how people around me started to tremble a little with a hint of fear even they understand why as there body was trembling and heart felt like sanking luckily in sorrunding there was no old people .And then when Alex's eyes turned towards me with a hint of shock, and I saw emotion in his eyes, which left me confused. Why was he shocked?which soon was gone and Then, he asked me, "Hey Aysha, come sit, I'll help you reach class." I was taken aback by his words; he never let many people sit on his bike, and I remembered that I was the only one he let sit, and that too only after we were friends for months. But now, he easily asked me to sit, which was very shocking. Still, fueled by anger, I told him not to sit.but he reminded me that we were running late for collage and about . I thought about my plan for revenge and the fine , and after a moment's hesitation, I agreed to ride with him.
As Alex helped me onto the bike, I could sense the jealousy emanating from the surrounding crowd. Girls envied me for getting to ride with him, while boys resented him for his wealth and status and for to get a beauty like me . But Alex seemed oblivious to it all, focusing instead on ensuring I was comfortable and safe.
"Let's go," he said, starting the engine. "We don't want to be late."As we sped off, I held onto Alex tightly, the wind rushing past us like a frenzied storm. Despite myself, I felt a thrill of excitement and gratitude towards him, but I quickly suppressed those emotions, refocusing on my true desire for revenge. A dark idea crept into my mind - to intentionally imbalance the bike and let Alex crash, but I pushed it away, knowing he wasn't the sole reason for my pain. Sarah's betrayal and Alex's unknowing involvement had hurt me, but I couldn't bring myself to harm him... yet.
A more sinister plan began to form in my mind, one that would destroy Alex's life without physically harming him. I would make him fall deeply in love with me, use his innocence and good nature against him, and slowly drain him of his resources and possessions. It was a cruel plan, but I justified it by telling myself that Alex was still somewhat innocent, just like me. After all, the person who could be so easily fooled by Sarah's charms was likely to be just as vulnerable to mine. And I knew that if Sarah had asked me for everything I owned, I would have given it to her without hesitation. Now, it was my turn to take.
Ten minutes into our journey, Alex turned onto a narrow path that I recognized as leading to an ancient palace notorious for being haunted. The path was treacherous, and few vehicles could navigate it. As we proceeded with caution, a sudden notification from the system jolted me: "Alert! Host must collect semen for further living, or else she will die from the cold."
I was shocked, frightened, and overwhelmed with emotions. I hastily asked the system to explain, and it replied, "Your body requires semen, as it was created a month ago and your soul arrived today and hasn't received any semen since then . If it doesn't receive the warmth of a man and also semen, it will rapidly get cold and end its life."
I was stunned. The system's words echoed in my mind, and I struggled to comprehend the gravity of my situation. The thought of relying on semen to survive was both degrading and terrifying. I felt like my existence was hanging by a thread, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of desperation that had taken hold of me.
As I grappled with the system's words, I remembered my true nature - I was a succubus. But this weakness was unfathomable to me and in story there is nothing like this also and i remember I am also not fully a succubus . As a man, I had always believed in accepting my partner's virginity as a sacred gift, a symbol of trust and devotion. I had cherished and honored that gift, never taking it lightly. And now, as a woman, I couldn't fathom giving mine away due to my deeply ingrained beliefs about purity. The thought of surrendering my virginity felt like a betrayal of my own values, a sacrifice too great to bear.
I felt trapped, torn between my desire for revenge and my unwavering commitment to my principles. In that moment, I considered ending my life without exacting my full revenge, rather than compromising my values. But then, a desperate plan took shape in my mind. I would use my intimacy points, earned from a past audition, to disbalance the bike. I knew the crash would be fatal for a human, but as a succubus, I might survive, albeit in a severely weakened state. If not, I would still meet my end, but at least I would have tried to claim some revenge, without sacrificing my cherished beliefs.
In that moment, I considered ending my life without achieving full revenge. As a last resort, I chose to exact a partial revenge. I instructed my system to utilize the intimacy points I had earned during the audition to destabilize the bike, causing it to crash at a speed no human could survive. As a succubus, I knew my body was more resilient than a human's, so I would likely survive for a short time, albeit in poor condition. If not, I would still meet my end.
As I gave the command, the bike's balance shifted, and a large rock appeared in front of us. When we was about to crashed, I saw Alex move swiftly to hug me and cover me, taking the impact himself. His body jerked violently, then collided with the rock, causing blood to gush from his mouth. The rock behind him shattered, and I was shocked by the sight.
But my own body had already begun to succumb to the cold, my skin changing rapidly, my lips freezing. I thought I would die in Alex's arms, and the idea filled me with hatred. Yet, as I remembered how he had prioritized my safety, my hatred for him began to fade, replaced by a tumultuous mix of emotions. I was torn between resenting him for killing me in my past life and respecting him for trying to save me now. My heart wrestled with this contradiction, unsure of how to feel and my heart started to beat which was stop a little from cold and soon againstop due to cold a little and I was shocked why am I still alive even though my heart beat was so slow and I also started to felt a heat also with cold i doesn't understand with feeling to lose consciousness when ....