The Succubus Is an Old Hand

Succubi were also known as night demons, or charm demons.

Legend had it that they were female demons who descended into men's dreams while they slept and coupled with them, feeding on the pleasure of human souls to absorb men's vital essence.

And Melly, as an Archfae-level fairy, was a succubus with an exceptionally pure bloodline.

Samael looked at the wide-open window, then at the female demon lying on her side nearby, her slender arm propping up her cheek as she smiled and studied him. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

There was no doubt about it. That succubus had ambushed him in his sleep.

The sensual scenes from that dream had been all the desires this woman had lured out of him.

"You're awake? You worked pretty hard last night."

"Bang..."

The victim reached out to grab her, but the figure lying there and watching the show turned into a flurry of drifting petals before reforming on the armchair.

"Melly!"

Remembering his unconscious indulgence, Samael's blood surged. His facial muscles twitched violently, and his face was filled with shame and anger.

"Why are you so mad? Didn't you enjoy it?"

White-Haired Older Sister elegantly crossed her legs and watched Samael's reaction with great interest, blinking with a smiling, teasing gaze.

"So I should thank you?"

Samael ground his teeth and stared darkly at the scummy woman in the room, speaking with a false smile.

Though he had to admit that this sort of thing really did feel good.

And the illusions woven by a succubus could bring people an immensely powerful spiritual pleasure.

After all, dreams had everything.

Thus, ordinary people with weak wills would become immersed in that bliss after experiencing it a few times, unable to free themselves.