Chapter 2

That killed his interest even more; he’d find time tomorrow to flash the phone.
Resolved, he swiped up to kill the app.
He swiped and swiped—the screen stayed in the game. His gesture had failed.
Wen Xi clicked his tongue. The phone was new; it shouldn’t lag this fast.
He tapped the screen a few times on instinct, testing touch response.
At the same time, the frozen NPC suddenly seemed alive, voice going, “Ha ～Ha～nandei ～Saixi ～E～E～”
【Ha～ha～no～Master～ah～ah～】
What little clothing he had burst away with each tap until only scraps remained; legs pressed together, arms crossed over his chest, cheeks flushed, tongue out, purple eyes glittering with tears.
Wen Xi went red-hot. He mashed the volume rocker to mute—even living alone, he couldn’t let that sound leak.
If the neighbors heard, they’d think he was watching porn at midnight out of loneliness.
When the room was quiet again, Wen Xi calmed down.
The game wouldn’t uninstall—and now it wouldn’t exit. He forced a restart.
When the phone came back on, he was still in the game.
The one mercy: Fenrir’s clothes had reset.
Now he wore chain-rimmed gold glasses, a bat-headed wand in his right hand, lips curved in a teasing smile.
The wand pulsed with white rings, pointing at a dark brown scroll; rippling light played over it, and a caption read: 【Tap here—finish the little quiz to claim your personal familiar. They’ll bring you surprises you never expected～】
Wen Xi sneered. Speechless.
“Forced love” by an adult game—how rich.
Fine. He’d play and see what surprise waited.
He tapped where the wand indicated; the scroll unfurled into a questionnaire.
1. Your gender?
2. Preferred gender for your familiar?
3. What personality do you like in them?
4. Do you want them “trained” already?
5. Into S/M?
6. What should they call you?
7. You have 100 points to split among Intelligence, Beauty, and Magic—how do you assign them?
Fenrir’s wand vanished; he rested his right hand under his chin in an air-kiss pose, and a tip appeared:
【Answer carefully so your familiar suits you best—muah～】
When you’re speechless, you really want to laugh.
Sleepy and annoyed at the game, Wen Xi’s answers were perfunctory.
1. Male
2. Whatever
3. Whatever
4. No
5. No
6. Whatever
Below question seven weren’t blank fields but three lines labeled Intelligence, Beauty, and Magic, each with a slider.
Wen Xi couldn’t be bothered—he maxed Beauty and hit 【Submit】.
After submission, Fenrir pressed his palms together at his right cheek, wriggling, lips moving, batting his eyes playfully.
Wen Xi couldn’t hear him, but the text box read: 【Oh my, you have taste—they’re amazing. I won’t disturb your meeting—have a wonderful first night～】
Wen Xi: …
Fenrir left; in his place, an enormous gift box bounced in, sides swelling, then popped with a bang, ribbons everywhere.
Amid falling ribbons, soft warm light poured down. A small figure stood in the glow—oversized gray tee, bare legs and feet, arms spread slightly, bowing politely. A bubble appeared: 【Human, hello—nice to meet you. Please take care of me.】
Wen Xi frowned. The game seemed to have mutated.
Author’s note:
Ta-da—the little succubus debuts.
Glad to see you all again—hope you enjoy the new story.
Love you all.
The new sprite and Fenrir were worlds apart in style.
Fenrir was flashy—mature male body, neat handsome features—every move oozed innuendo, designed to stoke desire, succubus traits dialed to eleven.
The little figure, by contrast, was cute chibi—classic two-head-tall proportions, round head, pink eyes taking up half his face, no twisted horns; his tail emerged from a hole in his clothes, raised high but still pitifully short.
His appearance made Wen Xi wonder again whether this was really an adult game.
After all, nobody lusts after an underdeveloped big-headed kid.
While Wen Xi puzzled over it, red text appeared beside the sprite.
Age: 18
Rank: Novice succubus
Beauty: Max
Magic: 10
Intelligence: 10
Self-defense: 10
Human culture knowledge: 0
Human world experience: 0
【Important: Novice succubi cannot engage in intimate interactions—grow with them. At Advanced rank, adult form unlocks. You can do it!】
Wen Xi remembered the intro: humans were supposed to help succubi adapt to human society and start new lives—so in the end, this was… a raising sim?
Raise the succubus to adult form, then go lewd?
What kind of twisted setup was that?
Perhaps because he’d stalled too long, the in-game sprite straightened up, big eyes blinking, a huge question mark over his head.
Then a tutorial box with Fenrir’s avatar popped up.
Reminder from Fenrir: 【The poor thing has waited so long for your reply—he’s anxious. He can’t sense you. He’s scared.】
Guidance from Fenrir: 【Dear Master—try patting him to calm him down.】
The ribbons and light were gone; the sprite stood in darkness, turning his head left and right, lost. His bubble showed his nerves: 【Human, are you still there?】
His awkwardness and caution were plain. Ignoring him would be cruel.
Whatever—they’d come this far; he’d play a bit.
The important notice said novices couldn’t do intimate stuff—so interacting with the sprite probably wouldn’t make clothes explode like Fenrir’s.
Reassured, Wen Xi tapped the sprite’s head.
The sprite seemed to receive the signal—he flinched, then stared straight ahead. For a moment Wen Xi felt eye contact through the screen.
【Is that you?】 The sprite hugged his head, unsure.
Wen Xi tapped again in reply.
The sprite visibly brightened; his round eyes curved into crescents. 【Thank you for summoning me～I’ll do my best.】
He bowed deeply; as he rose, the loose collar slipped, baring a shoulder.
There was nothing seductive about it—at first glance, he looked pathetically like a little beggar.
System: 【Congratulations—you’ve built initial trust with your familiar. Now give them a human name.】
After the message, a naming box appeared.
Wen Xi typed at random, eyes half-lidded.
“Fuduoduo”
Perfect—same generation as Fuzai, and a nice meaning.
System: 【That sounds more like a pet name—naming failed.】
Seriously—this picky?
“Little Rag”
System: 【No attacking the demon’s dignity—naming failed.】
A little thin-skinned, aren’t we?
“Big-Head Son”
System: 【Doesn’t read as a normal human name and isn’t elegant enough—naming failed.】
Wen Xi: …
Was this reasonable? Wasn’t that harsh?
System: 【You may use random generation.】
Could’ve said so sooner—waste of time.
A random button had appeared beside the box. Wen Xi tapped it; two seconds later, the field filled with: Wen Siran.
That’ll do.
Without hesitation, he confirmed.
When naming succeeded, a thin letter drifted into the sprite’s hands.
He turned it over, then held it up to the screen, cheerful; his eyes turned into little red hearts.
【A name—I love it!】
The bubble kept changing: 【Thank you for giving me a name.】
【Sounds so good—you’re a good person, a really good person.】
Wen Xi watched the sprite hold the letter upside down and went quiet.
Could he even read the characters? What was he so happy about?
The tutorial continued.
Reminder from Fenrir: 【Achoo—it’s colder again. Even succubi can get sick—take little Siran home.】
A curtain fell, hiding the sprite; when it rose, the background was a cramped flat.
From this moment, the game seemed to truly begin.
The room was sparse: a rickety bed, a wooden tub, a short table and chairs. The sprite stood inside, looking around curiously.
Along the bottom of the screen, new icons had appeared:
Shop, outfit design, map, and recorder.