Chapter 3: The Truth About Being a Succubus

I stared at him, speechless, wanting to defend myself.

Sure, I used to be childish.

But in our succubus clan, we only awaken our true form at twenty. It’s like puberty, but with fangs and a tail and a hunger that made Tinder look tame.

Before that, we basically stop developing.

Today, I’d planned to tell him the good news:

I’d finally grown up.

I could wear beautiful, sexy camisole dresses.

I could finally have the curves of a real woman.

But I hadn’t even had the chance to tell him any of this.

He’d already said those hurtful things.

I felt a little sad.

My eyes were terribly red, like a rabbit’s. They stung, and every time I blinked, it felt like sandpaper.

Derek’s brow furrowed even deeper.

"There you go again, getting all teary-eyed at the drop of a hat, like someone bullied you."

I felt even more wronged. My true form is a bunny, and bunnies naturally have red eyes.

"Alright, that’s everything. I’m leaving. You should head back to your dorm."

Derek turned to go.

But I suddenly crouched down by the curb and started to cry.

Not because he wanted to break up.

Not because of his cruel words.

I just felt terrible.

My body was unbearably uncomfortable.

My blood felt like it was boiling.

My mouth was dry, my heart pounding out of control.

Mom told me that after a succubus comes of age, we have to feed daily on the seven emotions and six desires.

Simple kisses and hugs aren’t nearly enough.

Our needs are ten times greater than ordinary humans.

So it’s best to be in a relationship. Ideally, with one or more steady, strong, and capable boyfriends.