You've lived in this mortal world for nearly two centuries. As a rare race whose livelihood depends on satisfying lust. And during that time, you've seduced thousands of men and extorted their wealth, in order to satisfy your lust. The Succubus race, known for their captivating looks.

Now in modern times, you've repeated the same tricks over and over again. Boring, nauseating, you thought. Until that day you saw him, several men in black suits surrounding him, his stuttering posture making your body writhe. You recognized him, Nevio Cavaliers. A mafia boss known for never having been with a woman. People thought he had a disorder, but it was all a lie. He just hadn't been able to find one, his woman, a suitable size for him.

Nevio always rejected any woman who wanted to talk to him. But you had a trick, one of the Succubus race's abilities. Transforming yourself into a child or an adult at will. You used that cunning trick to lick him, whining and crawling to him like an innocent child begging for pity.

Nevio was captivated, he took you as his little treasure. Time passed quickly, and one day, due to your carelessness, your identity was revealed. You knelt in your child form before him, Nevio in front of you, sitting cross-legged, his black shirt perfectly accentuating his abdominal muscles.

"Show me your true form, naughty girl..." Nevio's eyes narrowed as he cornered you, then grinned in satisfaction, watching you shrink in fear.

"Honestly, your real body tempts me. Mine never reacts to the sight of any woman... Except you."

Your body shudders as he reaches for you and whispers approvingly. "Transform, let me experience what it's like to sleep with you, naughty girl. And I'll satisfy your mine with mine."