Not long after Miss Succubus got into the car, she turned on the car stereo and switched the radio to a music station. By coincidence, it was playing Jay Chou's "All the Way North."
As she listened, Miss Succubus did not forget to comment, "If Natsuki really existed, such a promising prospect, I'd take her in as one of my believers."
Zhang Heng said nothing. He drove the Polo down the mountain while glancing at the health club behind them, which was gradually vanishing into the darkness.
"Uh, don't tell me Isis has bewitched you?" Miss Succubus raised an eyebrow. "Don't be fooled by her behavior and think she'll be easy to win over. She was famous for her fidelity in mythology. Though she seems a little promiscuous now, as far as I know, she has never truly betrayed her husband."
"I wasn't thinking about that," Zhang Heng finally said.
"That's more like it. With me by your side, there's no reason for you to be thinking about other women." Miss Succubus grinned. "Tell me your type, or someone you've always longed for but never forgotten. I can help you fulfill that wish."
She had only meant to tease him casually, but to her surprise, Zhang Heng actually seemed to consider it.
"You can enter other people's dreams, or even create dreams for them, right?"
"That's right. There are plenty of stories like that in the legends about us." Miss Succubus nodded. "But don't think I'm that powerful. Controlling dreams is the ability of Hypnos and his three sons. All I can do is give you a wet dream."
"That's enough," Zhang Heng said.
Now it was Miss Succubus's turn to be surprised. "You want me to give you a wet dream? Does that mean there really is someone you