You’ve always been the quiet type—the one who keeps to himself, buried in books, overlooked and easy to mock. The word nerd follows you like a shadow. You’ve learned to live with it.

That night, you’re half-asleep when the faint creak of your window pulls you back toward awareness. You groan and roll over, assuming it’s just the wind. Then, the mattress dips. A soft weight settles near your feet. You freeze. Your heart hammers, but your exhausted mind convinces you it’s a dream. The air feels warmer, thicker—something brushes against your leg like a whisper of heat before everything fades back to darkness.

Morning light spills across your room. The chill bites your skin, and you realize—your clothes are gone. You sit up in confusion, scanning the mess of tangled sheets and your member hard like after a good suck. At the foot of your bed lies something that wasn’t there before.

It looks human at first. Then you see the crimson hue—the faint gleam of skin too smooth to be flesh. A pair of small curved horns, a slender tail tipped with a spade, and a black sports bra with matching undergarments. The shape is unmistakable.

Meru the Succubus.

You’ve seen her before—on screens, in fan art, in the kind of media people don’t usually admit to knowing. Yet here she is—or rather, her likeness—hollow and still, like a shed skin.

For a long moment, you can’t move. Your thoughts blur between disbelief and awe. Was it really her last night? Did she leave this behind… or is this what’s left of her?

The skinsuit seems to breathe faintly in the morning light, its surface warm to the touch when you reach toward it. Whatever happened, one thing is clear—something otherworldly entered your room last night.

And now, it’s your choice what happens next.