Please, Please

It is said that the person the other party wanted to drop out of school was a world-class oil painter, a genius born at the top, Shiina Mashiro.

She shares the same surname as Shiina.

"..."

She felt relieved.

She finally understood that in a place like Tokyo, without power and connections, the ultimate outcome would be nothing but failure.

The moment of awakening has arrived. Instead of hoping for a future that is impossible, it's better to indulge in the present.

Ultimately, this is what a Succubus should be.

Succumbing to instinct and yielding to appetite, they continue to sink deeper and deeper into unimaginable depravity.

"Dad, even if Arisu becomes a cripple, will you still love Arisu?"

The girl wrapped her arms around Asakusa Toru's neck and whispered a sweet question in his ear.

"Ah, of course." Asakusa Toru's eyes were clear and unwavering, without a trace of dazedness. "No matter what Arisu becomes, I will always love you."

"So, is that all?"

He asked that.

Gently, Arisu brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek over her earlobe and settled herself back onto Asakusa Toru's lap.

Get closer, press even tighter.

"Okay, that's good."

Succubus should act like Succubus.

I am a Succubus.

My mother is Succubus, and my father is a human.

Therefore, as their child, I am naturally a Succubus.

As a Succubus who feeds on male essence, my father needs to feed me every day.

Because Succubus need that to survive.

That's what I've always told my dad.

Today, I also ate on my father's body.

The dream is over.

Like a sudden abrupt end, the dream shattered and became reality.

Sakayanagi Arisu a soft moan.

My brain felt like a mess, and the images before my eyes were blurry and somewhat distorted, as if the world I was seeing should never have been like this in the first place.

The sluggish brain had not yet fully awakened; only the body had come to arouse consciousness.

Before I knew it, the back of my neck was covered in sweat, and the pillow under my neck was already soaked.

"Huff, huff, huff, huff..."

Her heart was beating slightly faster, and in a daze, her brain began to work a little.

... Was I dreaming?

What did I dream about?

The moment the thought arose, it was as if the girl had suddenly reached out and grasped wildly in the water, capturing a few keywords that seemed about to be forgotten.

'Succubus', 'Eating', 'Dad', 'Shiina', 'Ryuen Shoko', 'Class Vote'.

The blurry fragments became even blurrier, and the dreams that I should have remembered were quickly buried deeper into the past.

The only images, forcibly memorized and held in the palm of one's hand, seem destined to be forgotten with the slightest distraction.

There are two.

One is eating, a blurred face, a reassuring scent, a cherished body, and a burgeoning appetite.

The petite Succubus brazenly devoured the bodies of those close to her.

The other was the classroom, filled with one after another dark, blurry faces, malicious gazes, and mocking expressions of bright blonde hair.

Isolated ordinary citizens were voted out of school in a collective vote.

"..."

"It's wet." Sakayanagi Arisu lowered her head, her face expressionless.

She first gently pulled aside a few damp pieces of fabric to prevent bacteria from multiplying due to excessive confinement in the blankets, then grabbed her Personal Terminal from the bedside table and began typing Sakayanagi Arisu.

First, the keywords come to mind.

Next comes a description of the scenes captured from memory.

Finally, there are the fragmented pieces—those I couldn't grasp, but which I can recall by trying hard to remember.

The sounds of sticky, dense, and wet noises heard while soaking in the crowded bathtub with your eyes closed.

That's all.

Many more cannot be recalled; no matter how hard one tries, one cannot remember. In fact, if they were not written down in a notebook, those fragments would be quickly forgotten.

That's just how dreams are.

In dreams, everything is clear and exhilarating, chaotic yet orderly, but the moment you open your eyes, it all flows away like water, and no matter how hard you try to grasp it, you can't hold onto it.

All that remains are impressions.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

Some of these experiences almost made her lose herself.

Fortunately, dreams are just dreams, and vague things can never become reality.

"...Hoo." Taking a deep breath and then exhaling a long exhale, Sakayanagi Arisu bit her lower lip, bent down to the bedside and pulled out a tissue.

One by one, the tissues crumbled into balls and were tossed into the trash can, but even so, the area beneath me still didn't feel very comfortable.

... Let me take a shower first.

As the hot water soaked her body, Sakayanagi Arisu's thoughts gradually cooled down; her previous thoughts had been too chaotic to form a coherent form.

But once her body was submerged in the pool and her body temperature gradually synchronized with the water temperature, she was finally able to start thinking.

The first thought that comes to mind is perfectly normal and self-evident...

Am I in heat?

Menarche and erotic dreams: When teenagers enter puberty, their burgeoning vitality is difficult to express, and this stagnation can lead the brain to spontaneously construct fantasies, prompting the body to actively release excess energy.

Prior to this, Sakayanagi Arisu had hardly ever entertained any desires. Although she had some understanding of matters between men and women, she had never, had no opportunity, and could never, put them into practice.

Therefore, she only knew.

If we're talking about whether she has sexual desires, the answer is either yes or no.

No matter what, she was just a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life.

"Splash..." The water splashed up by her small hands slapped against her chest. Sakayanagi Arisu looked down and could easily see herself through the water.

... Although it's a bit small.

But that's not right. There were no signs, no reason, it shouldn't be like this.

This was the day the Uninhabited Island Special Exam had just ended, the day he had endured the utter humiliation and torment of punishment, and the day he was about to prepare for the Special Exam that seemed to be about to take place.

She shouldn't have any messy thoughts in her mind.

The emotions in one's heart do not necessarily lead to unwarranted lust.

Therefore, it cannot be an internal factor.

It can only be due to external factors.

In other words, it 'Asakusa Toru, who's wishing himself a good dream, or the treacherous villain behind him holding the Diary.

"Splash—" The little hand slapped the water's surface, splashing up clear droplets.

The rising steam in the bathroom blurred her vision, but it made her thoughts even clearer.

"... Sweet dreams," she murmured, repeating the words she had been brought with her.

What a wonderful dream!

Although she couldn't remember the specific details of the dream at all, even the remaining keywords made it clear to her that it was definitely not a good dream.

It won't get any better!

After calming down, Sakayanagi Arisu seemed to return to her usual state. Her usually cold face scrunched up, and she grabbed a small yellow duck floating nearby, then gripped it tightly in her palm.

A sharp, hoarse sound echoed.

Chapter 236 Please, please

In my dream, I was probably a Succubus, living by absorbing vital energy.

This is the underlying logic of the dream's setting, from which all sorts of chaotic aftermath unfolds.

I have a father, not the father who is now the chairman of the board, but a wicked, perverted, and inhuman guy who would harm his daughter.

His features were indistinct, and his voice was muffled.

But Sakayanagi Arisu knew that this 'father' was definitely the scoundrel behind the Diary.

How can anyone play like this?! How can anyone do something like this?!

Neurotic! Neurotic! Neurotic! Neurotic!

As if venting her anger, Sakayanagi Arisu gripped the little yellow duck tightly in her hand.

You use your dream-entering power for something like this?!

She really couldn't take it anymore.

I felt a little dirty, even though it was just a dream, I really had that feeling of being dirty.

She rubbed her skin vigorously with her small hands, until her snow-white skin glowed with a rosy sheen.

Actually, the lingering feelings from the dream weren't so bad. Although she couldn't remember them clearly, they were mostly things she would never experience in reality.

Her body couldn't withstand that level of stimulation, which made the dream all the more precious.

Sakayanagi Arisu couldn't stand was someone's undisguised, dark, and vile tastes.

He might not have been attracted to her somewhat frail body, but he definitely wanted to see her call him "Dad" while posing Succubus.

"Pervert! Rogue! Perverted madman!"

Sakayanagi Arisu muttered words that sounded like a coquettish complaint.

But... all the scolding aside, if given the chance to have that dream again...

She really does hesitate.

It wasn't because I wanted to experience the life of Succubus, but rather something else that could only be felt and experienced in dreams...

A healthy body.

In the past, Sakayanagi Arisu had also dreamed of curing her heart disease and running freely on the earth in perfect health.

But such a dream is too empty, too unreal; the running footsteps are unreal and illusory, fake to the extreme.

It's a fake that practically wakes up at the slightest touch.

But this time was different. Perhaps it was because this wasn't a dream she created herself. When her body lunged towards someone else, her heart didn't clench or ache. Instead, she felt a surge of energy that was truly... captivating.

Her frail body and congenital illness were a curse from birth, her only flaw as a genius.

It was something I could only dream of, something I envied for a long time when I was a child, and something I longed for to recover from. But in the end, I faced reality and let go of the obsession I had once held onto.

It's just a healthy body.