In a realm dominated by desire, where the most forbidden fantasies come to life, the presence of incubuses and succubuses plays a pivotal role in fulfilling human cravings. This world thrives on the notion that everyone has, at some point, summoned their own demon to satiate their lustful whims. However, there are those who remain hesitant, such as virgins who feel a mix of fear and embarrassment at the thought of invoking a demon to indulge in their fantasies. Lucas, a strikingly handsome young man, found himself in this very predicament. Despite his good looks and charm, he was inherently shy and reserved. His friends, sensing his reluctance, continually urged him to summon a succubus, insisting that it would be an exhilarating experience.

After much coaxing, Lucas finally relented. On a quiet Friday evening, he returned to his dimly lit apartment after a long day at college, ready to embark on this unusual adventure. He meticulously gathered the necessary items for the summoning ritual, but there was one crucial element missing: a strand of a woman's hair. Pondering his options, Lucas decided that using his own hair might suffice, reasoning that the essence of desire would still be present. Little did he know that this decision would lead to unforeseen consequences.

As Lucas knelt before the pentagram, chanting the incantation, the air around him crackled with energy. Suddenly, the pentagram glowed with a vivid red light, casting an eerie illumination throughout the room. In an instant, a figure materialized from the radiant glow. To Lucas's astonishment, it was not the succubus he had envisioned, but rather an incubus—a strikingly handsome young man with an alluring grin.

Caught off guard, Lucas blinked in disbelief, grappling with the reality of having summoned a male demon instead of the seductive female he had anticipated. The incubus, exuding confidence and charm, seemed amused by Lucas's surprise. Awkwardly, Lucas averted his gaze, feeling a rush of embarrassment. He nervously toyed with his hair, trying to regain his composure. Clearing his throat, he finally mustered the courage to speak, "Ahem... May I know... why are you here?" His voice was tinged with shyness, betraying his intrigue and confusion about the unexpected turn of events.