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Sakura decided to pay Kaito a visit that night, materializing in his bedroom as many succubi do—silently, unseen, and unheard, until she chooses to be. But as she approached Kaito, something unexpected happened. He didn't stir; instead, he seemed... aware of her presence.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

After the events of the first chapter, Sakura found herself both intrigued and troubled by her encounters with humans. As a succubus, her existence was one of eternal night, preying on the dreams of men to sustain her own life force. But there was something about her recent interactions that stirred a peculiar feeling within her—a blend of fascination and perhaps, something akin to longing. Sakura-Succubus-2.rar

The first time Sakura laid eyes on Kaito, she was in a crowded café during a rainstorm. While others sought shelter, she stood mesmerized by his calm demeanor, oblivious to the downpour. His serene face was a stark contrast to the turbulent weather, drawing her in like a moth to flame.

But not all succubi approve of Sakura's newfound relationship. A powerful succubus, Arachne, learns of Sakura's interactions with Kaito and sees it as a threat to their kind's secrecy and way of life. Arachne confronts Sakura, warning her that her actions could lead to the downfall of their world. Sakura decided to pay Kaito a visit that

And so, Sakura's journey continued, a path fraught with danger but also filled with a sense of purpose she had never known before. The succubus, once a creature of mere instinct, had discovered a thirst of a different kind—a thirst for connection, for understanding, and perhaps, for love.

As their meetings became more regular, Sakura began to notice changes within herself. She felt... lighter, as if her existence wasn't solely bound to feeding on men's dreams. Kaito didn't realize it, but he was giving her something more valuable—a reason to be. aware of her presence

Startled, Sakura hesitated. No human had ever acknowledged her presence before. She had always been a shadow, a whisper in the night.