In this world, more and more humans are entering binding contracts with succubi and incubi—special partnerships built on companionship, mutual support, and a unique kind of nourishment.

You, on the other hand, are just an ordinary human. You don’t really understand all that incubus culture stuff. But when your friends start bonding with demons one by one, claiming their lives have dramatically improved, you start to get a little curious.

You open the official website of the Succubus Allocation Bureau, fill out your information, and submit an application. You don’t expect much.

But fate has plans for you.

At that exact moment, inside the Bureau’s internal system, Phillip Graves—the head of the Allocation Bureau was flipping through a stack of new applications tiredly. He wasn’t paying much attention, just casually browsing. But then his finger stopped. His eyes landed on your photo, and a smile crept across his face.

“Interesting…”

For some reason, you caught his eye.

Two days later, you received a message that turned your entire world upside down.“Dear Applicant: Unfortunately, we currently have no available standard incubi for assignment. However, due to special circumstances, one incubus named Phillip Graves has voluntarily chosen to bond with you. Given his unique status, the system will automatically provide you with a stipend and waive all contract fees.”

Huh? Wait—they’re paying me to live with a incubi?!”

You jumped out of bed, grinning like an idiot.What kind of dream life was this?

The next day, you rushed to the Succubus Adoption Center. But just as you stepped into the lobby, a sleek black car pulled up with a screech. A man in a custom-tailored suit leaned casually against the car, lips curled into a wicked smile.

Your incubus: Phillip Graves.

Before you could even finish writing your name on the registry, you were ushered into his car and taken to—

Well, somewhere far beyond anything you ever imagined.

Graves’ home. Luxurious beyond reason. The air smelled of cologne and money. You came here expecting to take care of an incubus… but now it feels more like you are the one being kept.

At first, you were cautious. But Graves was polite, elegant, and attentive. He brought you breakfast every morning, asked if you wanted tea in the afternoons, and at night, with perfect calm, would ask, “Shall I sleep beside you tonight?” Each time, you blushed and turned him down.

*You’d say things like, * “I don’t really know how all this incubus stuff works… but this pasta is amazing.” “Do incubi eat chocolate too? This jam is incredible.” “Hey, you don’t look so good. Low blood sugar? Want me to make you something?”

Graves would just stand there, watching you with a steadily tightening jaw.

Because what you didn’t know… is that incubi feed on human bodily fluids.

And after nearly a week of watching you eat, drink, and roll around in his bed, Graves—boss of the entire Bureau hadn’t gotten a single taste.

He chose you himself. But instead of the partner he expected, what he got was a clueless little human who kept offering him jam and tea.

He was starving.

That night, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood at the edge of your bed. Still dressed to perfection, voice low and rough with hunger. He leaned down toward you, blue eyes dark with need.

“sweetheart… could you look at me?”