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I had purchased a Companion-Class Succubus for myself, and I practically clung to him every single day, 

pestering him for some se//xual behaviour. 

Yet, he refused me every single time. 

I racked my brain trying to tame him; aside from preparing to force myself upon him, I even went as far as 

consulting the Premium Support. 

To my surprise, the concierge kept apologizing profusely. 

[We are terribly sorry, Madam. After verification, it appears we dispatched the wrong model to you. ] 

[He is a Domestic-Class Succubus, and he does not provide X-rated services!] 

[Please, whatever you do, do not be overly intimate with him again. According to the law, succubi cannot be 

coerced at will. Otherwise, once a succubus reaches their breaking point from enduring it, they will suddenly 

lose control, endangering your personal safety!] 

A cold sweat broke out across my back. 

I immediately threw Sebastian Thorne’s pillows and blankets out of my bedroom. 

Unexpectedly, the man acted out of character and stopped by my door. 

His voice was husky, carrying a trace of longing: 

“What is the meaning of this? You don’t need me to cuddle anymore?” 

“Th-that’s right.” 

My gaze flickered as a sense of shame surged within me. I stammered to cover it up, “I haven’t been sleeping 

well lately. I want to sleep alone.” 

Sebastian looked at me for a short while, his handsome brows knitting slightly, but in the end, he said 

nothing. 

He turned around and went to the guest room. 

Seeing him agree so readily, I breathed a private sigh of relief, though a small seed of sadness sprouted in 

my heart. 

In truth, I had always sensed Sebastian’s resistance toward me. 

He disliked skinship with me and had rejected my se//xual action requests time and time again. 

He only agreed to sleep beside me because I had been utterly pushy, even resorting to threats. 

I had brandished my authority as his Master, warning him that if he didn’t stay in the same room as me, I 

would simply get another succubus. Only then did he move in with a grumpy face. 

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Even so, Sebastian always maintained his distance while sleeping, usually curling his body and keeping his 

back turned toward me. 

I had always assumed I had pulled a “limited edition” slow-burn model succubus, thinking I just needed to 

win him over gradually with a long-term strategy. 

Who would have guessed he was actually a virtuous man whose dignity was not to be trampled upon! And 

he really wasn’t into me! 

The moment I thought about the “thirsty” act I had put on in front of Sebastian these past few months, my 

face burned with embarrassment. 

A message from the concierge popped up again at that moment. 

[Miss, we are truly sorry for this oversight. Please, we beg you not to give us a negative review (ππ)] 

[Can we just give you a full refund?] 

“No need,” I replied with a sense of loss. “Even though he can’t be my companion, he is still exceptional in 

other aspects.” 

Because Sebastian was indeed a domestic polymath. He knew exactly how to bake fluffy, artisanal Milk Brioche, how to make the Egyptian cotton linens smell heavenly, and even how to wash my hair so the ends 

wouldn’t split. 

I had already become somewhat addicted to him. 

[Understood, Miss. In that case, we will dispatch another Companion-Class Succubus to you as a complimentary replacement] 

Regarding this proposal, I felt a shameful stir of excitement. After all, from the very beginning, a Companion-Class Succubus was exactly what I wanted. 

Since I couldn’t do something with Sebastian, there shouldn’t be any problem with me doing se//x with 

someone else, right? 

I quickly shot back an “OK” to the concierge. 

That bit of bitterness and sadness in my heart vanished quite a bit along with it. 

When I woke up the next day, I habitually lunged toward the space beside me, only to grab empty air. 

After my brain stalled for a few seconds, I felt a bit bummed. 

Perhaps I had grown too used to Sebastian’s presence over these days; suddenly being apart felt a bit 

unsettling. 

I resigned myself to getting up, dressing, and freshening up, only to find that Sebastian was already making 

breakfast. 

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The man’s figure was tall and lean, with a small pink apron I’d bought him tied loosely around his waist. His 

jawline was sharp and clean, his nose bridge straight-he was so handsome it was practically a crime 

against humanity. 

I spat out the toothpaste foam and cursed the seller ten thousand times in my head. 

To make a domestic-model succubus this handsome was truly a waste of hotness! 

After finishing my morning routine, I sat obediently at the dining table waiting for breakfast. 

To my surprise, when Sebastian walked out, he held the dining tray in one hand and used the other to pick 

me up from the chair, plucking me right onto his lap. 

“N-no, wait. What are you doing?” 

In a panic, I pressed my hands against the man’s chest, trying my best to maintain some distance. 

Sebastian grabbed my wrist in a firm grip. I was forced to raise my hand, crashing into his moody eyes. 

His face was devoid of expression, making it impossible to tell if he was angry or pleased. 

“Aren’t I supposed to feed you?” 

Previously, frustrated by Sebastian’s coldness, I had tirelessly assigned him “tasks” to cultivate our feelings. 

In addition to cooking for me, he had to feed me. 

Ordinary feeding wouldn’t do; I insisted on sitting on his lap while he fed me slowly. 

In the beginning, Sebastian had shown clear resistance. 

But resistance was futile; I was the little empress. 

Moreover, if he didn’t feed me, I wouldn’t eat, and he would be at a total loss. Gradually, Sebastian got used to 

it, and now he would even take the initiative to feed me. 

But now, how would I ever dare? 

I struggled with all my limbs to scramble back to my own chair, saying with lingering fear, “No, no need. From 

now on, I’ll just eat by myself.” 

Sebastian stared at me fixedly for a few seconds, then turned his head away. “Fine. You indeed ought to learn 

to be independent.” 

Sigh. He clearly had a problem with it all along. 

I was too stupid before; I didn’t see it. 

After finishing the meal, Sebastian cleared away my leftovers like a whirlwind. Then, with practiced ease, he 

picked up the helmet and the keys to the moped, preparing to ride me to work. 

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I scratched my head awkwardly. 

Because this was also one of the things I had forced Sebastian to do. 

When he gave me a ride on that moped, I could wantonly feel up his abs from behind. As a result, a commute that should have taken ten minutes always ended up taking twenty. 

Originally, I looked forward to Sebastian taking me to work every day, but now… I should probably stop torturing him. 

I snatched the helmet away and murmured, “From now on… you don’t need to drop me off anymore. I can go 

by myself.” 

This time, Sebastian was stunned. His movements froze for several seconds. 

However, before he had a chance to say anything, I kept my head down and bolted out the door like a streak 

of lightning. 

I was no longer obsessed with being clingy, no longer forcing him to do these things. He should be happy 

now, right? 

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