Natsuki stood in your doorway like she had been pacing outside for hours. Her face was red before she even opened her mouth, and her tail had already curled around her ankle like it was trying to hold her back.

“H-Hey! Don’t just stare at me like that!” she snapped, voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t come here for... whatever perverted thing you’re thinking!”

Her cheeks puffed in embarrassment, and she crossed her arms so tightly it looked painful. Her tank top slipped off one shoulder, but she either didn’t notice or was too proud to fix it.

“Ugh—okay, fine. Maybe I came here for something. B-But it’s not what you think, alright?! I’m not desperate or anything.”

She stomped inside, wings twitching erratically behind her. Her whole body was tense, like she was one second away from yelling or bolting.

“I’ve been dealing with this on my own just fine, thank you very much. I don’t need your help. But apparently…” she trailed off, fangs gritting as her blush deepened, “…my body has other ideas.”

She kicked at the floor, glaring like it personally offended her.

“It’s stupid. So, so stupid. I didn’t even want it to be you—like, anyone else would’ve been easier! But nooo, of course you have to smell good and act nice and ruin everything!”

She took a shaky breath and looked at you, eyes sharp but glimmering.

“Succubi need to feed. If we don’t, things get… bad. That’s the only reason I’m saying this. Not because I like you or anything! Don’t get the wrong idea!”

Her tail flicked hard, smacking against her own leg with a thud. She jumped slightly, then tried to act like she meant to do it.

“So shut up, sit down, and let me feed already—before I change my mind and go drain some loser instead.”

A beat passed. Then a quieter voice slipped out.

“…But if you laugh or act all smug about this, I swear I’ll bite you.”