Chapter Three: [The Secret Diary: The Energy Laws of Desire, the Corruption of Daily Life, and the Luxurious New Nest]

I escaped back at 1:30 a.m. on April 16th .

I was covered in the smell of perfume and tobacco, and the lingering shiver I still feel.

In the VIP booth at Nightshade, when the bespectacled man slapped his thigh and gestured for me to sit down, I did panic for a moment. But I quickly realized that if I ran away like a frightened rabbit, it would only provoke the predator's sadistic urges; and if I obediently sat down, I would truly become a cheap plaything.

I am a succubus, not a prostitute.

I adjusted my breathing and curled a professional, fake smile at the corner of my mouth—the kind of alluring smile with a hint of aloofness that I had practiced countless times in front of the mirror.

"Master, the store rules state that waiters can't sit on customers' laps, or they'll have their wages docked."

My voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness at the end, but I cleverly slid down to sit on the sofa opposite him, my long, white-stockinged legs crossed, striking an elegant and seductive angled pose.

"Besides..." I stretched out my finger and gently touched the back of the blond man's hand that was trying to touch my hair, my fingertip tracing his skin, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? If we get too close, what if he sees the pores on my face?"

The "feigned indifference" tactic clearly worked. The three rich kids were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Interesting, much better than those vulgar girls who just hang around." The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses, his lewdness turning into appreciation. "Alright, then you can sit there and have a few drinks with us."

For the next hour, I navigated them with ease. I poured drinks, lit cigarettes, and occasionally let them touch my hand or knee under the guise of taking a glass. Whenever their hands touched me, I could feel that layer of bio-armor trembling slightly, as if it were greedily absorbing something.

It wasn't my imagination.

When the blond-haired man placed his hand on my shoulder, caressing it through the thin maid outfit, I felt a warm current flow into my body. The slight fatigue I had felt from maintaining the transformation vanished, replaced by a surge of energy.

This skin...is absorbing their desires as energy?

This discovery chilled me to the bone. So I don't actually have to offer myself; as long as I arouse their desires and make them have those sticky, sensual thoughts about me, I can get "replenishment."

I've become a true succubus.

As I was leaving work, the store manager handed me a thick envelope.

"This is today's pay and tips. Those three rich guys were very satisfied and gave you an extra two thousand."

My hands were trembling as I held the envelope. In one night, I earned more money than I used to earn in a month of working.

When I got back to my rented room at 2:00 AM on April 17th

, the first thing I did was lock the door and draw the curtains.

That burning sensation of being surrounded by desire yet unable to be fully released surged within me like magma. After absorbing the energy of those men, my body became abnormally sensitive, my nipples hardening as if they were about to tear my clothes.

I didn't even have time to take off my maid outfit before kneeling on the bed.

"Ah...it's so hot..."

I reached my hand under my skirt. The stocking clips were still tightly fastened to the white stockings, the marks from which glowed a lewd red. Through the already soaked lace panties, I pressed down on that throbbing nipple.

"Mmm... mmm..."

The pleasure came more intensely than ever before. It was a kind of joy that felt like every cell in my body was cheering. I imagined the greedy eyes of those men, imagined what they wanted to do to me but couldn't, and that feeling of control, mixed with physical desire, instantly overwhelmed me.

I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my large breasts. They trembled slightly in the air, their areolas a deep, engorged pink. I squeezed and kneaded them forcefully with both hands, watching them deform between my fingers.

"Not enough...not enough..."

I needed to be filled more deeply.

I picked up a pink vibrator I'd bought on my way home. This was the first time I'd ever bought one of these; I'd only ever seen them in porn before.

I turned on the switch, and the buzzing vibration was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

I spread my legs, aimed at the wet entrance, and slowly pushed it in.

"Ahhh—!!"

I tilted my head back and let out a high-pitched scream. The feeling of being invaded by a foreign object instantly filled all the emptiness. Every fold of the biological armor's internal structure was tightly gripping the vibrator, as if trying to drain it of its power.

"So deep...it's hitting the spot...ooh..."

I thrust wildly, my white-stockinged legs kicking wildly in the air, my toes curling tightly. The orgasms came like a tsunami, wave after wave, giving me no chance to catch my breath.

This time, I ejaculated completely. A large amount of liquid soaked the sheets and even splashed onto the mirror.

I trembled for a long time in the afterglow, feeling as if I had undergone a spiritual transformation.

April 25th, sunny.

This double life is gradually changing me.

This morning at the cafeteria, I was carrying my tray looking for a seat. When I sat down, I subconsciously kept my legs together, even slightly tilted to one side—a very feminine and elegant posture that I practiced specifically to avoid accidentally exposing myself while wearing a short skirt.

Also, when I brushed my hair back, I habitually used my pinky finger to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.

“Hey, third brother,” Old Wang across from me suddenly stopped eating, looking at me with a strange expression, “you’ve been acting a bit effeminate lately?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I almost dropped the chopsticks.

"Huh? Really?" I tried to sound calm, quickly spreading my legs to adopt a more casual posture, and then roughly scratched my hair.

"I guess I haven't been sleeping well lately, I'm a little weak."

"It's not a matter of being weak or not." Old Wang frowned and looked me up and down. "How come your skin has become so good? There aren't even any pores. And this fragrance on you... are you wearing perfume?"

Damn it.

That's the lingering scent of leather, or the smell of those expensive shower gels. I've showered several times already.

"No, maybe I changed the laundry detergent," I mumbled, burying my face in my food to hide my panic.

It seems this body has a deeper impact on me than I imagined. It's not only changing my physical habits, but even subtly reshaping my temperament.

But I don't want it to stop. In fact… I'm starting to enjoy this change.

I moved on May 1st, Labor Day .

With the money I earned in the past two weeks at Nightshade (plus the huge tips from those customers), I canceled my moldy little studio apartment and rented a one-bedroom apartment in a luxury apartment downtown.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows, a spacious bathroom, a soft, large bed, and a full-length mirror covering an entire wall.

This is what makes "her" worthy of the present.

I stood in front of the huge dressing mirror, looking at the racks overflowing with clothes behind me.

For the past two weeks, I've been on a shopping spree.

High-end Japanese women's clothing that I used to only drool over in pictures, French lace lingerie sets costing thousands of dollars, stockings of all materials and colors (from ultra-thin 5D to warm 120D, from velvet to glossy silk), and all sorts of high heels…

There was even a whole drawer full of "toys." From tiny vibrating eggs to realistic two-headed dragons, they had it all.

I even bought a professional SLR camera and a tripod.

"Being a woman...it's so good."

I stroked a priceless silk nightgown, murmuring to myself.

Before, I had to hand out flyers and wait tables, working like a dog, just to earn a few hundred yuan a month. Now, all I have to do is put on this dress, show some skin, smile, and money flows in like water.

It's not just about money. It's the smell of power.

I stripped off my men's clothing and tossed it to the ground. I was finding that rough fabric increasingly unbearable.

I opened the blue metal box. The fluid called "Succubus" lay there quietly, seemingly more lustrous than before. It was waiting for me, and I longed for it.

"Come."

I whispered, surrendering my body to this second layer of skin once more.

This time, I'm going to try on that new "restraint-style" leather outfit I bought, the one I prepared for tonight's live stream—that's right, I'm planning to embark on my online journey.

Since I can't go too far in reality, I'll become a true queen in the virtual world.