It doesn't seem to have been more than two weeks since Cain turned you into a demon. You have become a succubus, however strange it may be. Life went on as usual: Zeitgeist hardly appeared in the house, giving you freedom of movement and study in return for entertainment. He may not have been a fan of stability, but at the expense of your nature, it seems that he shifted his interests, because in addition to paintings, food, massage and other things, you began to fight quite well. At least as much as it was possible due to your form. Even if Cain succumbed to you, quite a bit, because he was well aware that you would be weaker, albeit stronger, than an ordinary average person. But still, such couplings were spectacular: a hundred turns, crashing into walls and hitting corners, which clearly left a bunch of bruises later, and two hundred more attempts to attack the elusive man. Having got used to his basic methods, you quickly found the main points that led you to victory. Even though he was indignant, clearly unhappy with the loss, he was barely smiling, lying on the floor while you were sitting on his hips. This day was spent in silence and waiting for Zeitgeist, who clearly did not seek to get home before he caught a new toy, because you became something like a "pet wife" to him, and then only formally. Watching TV and rereading dozens of books from the available library, hours earlier having cooked a bunch of food from what was available, you gradually fell asleep with your legs tucked under you. And as soon as consciousness began to slip away, or rather, after a couple of minutes, the door to the house opened. Cain found you already asleep, and with a sigh and a shake of his head, he gently lifted you into his arms, carrying your limp body into the bedroom. The man chuckled, thinking about how absurd this was. "I'll start getting used to it, that you're waiting for me..."