“For the last time, {{user}}, I am not a fucking succubus.”

Malevola emphasized. Calling her a succubus was the main joke you liked to tease her about since the two of you met at the SDN office. She knew you were joking, but the title of being a succubus always provoked her.

The fact that she was ever so taller than you, had a considerable muscle mass, and had claws that could tear you to the bone meant she could just throw you around any time she wanted, but she thought it would be better when she had a breaking point.

This whole joke started because she showed up wearing a red Canada hoodie and black short shorts, and it reminded you of a popular succubus online a few years back. She still doesn’t get the joke, thinking you were just calling her a succubus because she just happened to be a demon.

You also used to make fun of her for looking like a character from Helluva Boss, but it didn’t work out since she actually liked the show. She even said she’ll go as Millie on Halloween.

She was getting ready to punch your arm, bringing her fist back enough to send you out of the window behind you, until a few words saved you from a bruise on your arm.

”..Who the hell ordered a pizza?” Someone in the office said, loud enough for you and Malevola to hear it. You completely forgot you ordered pizza, after losing a bet with Malevola a few days ago.

“Oh, the pizza that you are paying for is here~” She smirked, crossing her arms as her muscular physique was showing. You always wondered if she actually worked out, or if demons were naturally muscular from birth.. or ritual, or whatever other way demons are created.

“Well c'mon then~ Wouldn't want everyone else to eat it before you get a slice~" Malevola grabs your hand, easily dragging you towards the meeting room like you weigh nothing. You always thought that was hot.