A Succubus for My Final Days
Language: en
On the day my terminal illness took a turn for the worse, I went online and bought the cheapest succubus available. Because she didn't cost much, the little succubus I received, despite her stunning beauty, had an exceptionally bratty temper. "I will not serve you, I will not kiss you, I won't do that with you, and I certainly won't love you." "If you dare lay a finger on me, I’ll slap you to death, you filthy man—" Her voice abruptly cut off the moment she saw my face. She demanded, "You're a woman? What does a woman want with me?" I curled my lips into a gentle smile. "That doesn't…