Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 03

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 03

I squeezed his hand, my heart twisting for him. “You are always welcome here. You are sleeping next to me from now on.”

Damian took the invitation and settled into the mattress with his duvet.

He looked absolutely stunning against my pink pillowcase.

Gravity had no effect on him, and his jawline remained sharp enough to cut glass even while lying flat.

The view was almost too good.

My throat went dry just looking at him.

But he was still making that low vibrating noise, and his skin was radiating alarming heat.

“Damian, you need to rest. Do not worry about making breakfast tomorrow.”

“But you have to eat.”

“I will grab a bacon and egg bagel on my way to work.”

“The Bacon and egg bagel at that shop aren’t clean. I will cook for you.”

He stared at me intently.

Or rather, he was watching my lips move, his gaze dark and barely restrained.

I was too dense to notice. I was just overwhelmed by his sweetness.

God.

Where do you even find a incubus this thoughtful?

It was my fault. I had neglected him until he got sick.

Guilt washed over me, so I leaned in and kissed his forehead to show how sorry I was.

Damian’s eyelashes fluttered.

His breath hitched in his throat.

He whispered my name, his voice raspy with need.

“Sophia…”

He started to lift his arms to pull me close, but I pulled away before he could make contact.

I tucked him in tightly, trapping his reaching hands and his restless tail beneath the heavy comforter.

I was terrified he would catch a chill, so I scolded him with a maternal frown.

“Behave yourself. Stay warm and do not kick the blankets off.”

“…”

Damian closed his eyes. He looked like a man who had lost the will to live.

I killed the lights and lay down with my back to him.

I pulled out my phone and messaged customer support with a heavy heart.

[Hi there. Something is wrong with my incubus.]

The agent replied instantly. [Please refer to the Care and Keeping of incubus for basic issues.]

[Oh. Wait. I forgot to send you the PDF.]

I typed back, feeling miserable.

[It is fine. I doubt a book will help. I think he is down with something serious.]

The agent seemed concerned. [Honey, can you describe the symptoms?]

[He is vibrating constantly and running a fever. He just stares at me like he is upset.]

Agent: [That is normal! It means he enjoys your company.]

I felt a wave of relief.

[Really? I was worried the housework was killing him.]

The agent seemed to panic. [Housework?]

[Wait. You are using him for cleaning?]

I was confused. [Is that wrong? Your brochure said he was high-performance and provided ultimate bliss.]

[…]

[No wonder he is glitching.]

The agent went silent for a moment.

I started to panic again.

[So he is sick?]

[He is not sick. He is starving.]

[Hungry? But I feed him three square meals a day.]

I did not get it.

The agent lost patience and sent a barrage of text.

[He is not hungry for food. He is starving for a kiss or something much naughtier.]

[incubus are not for scrubbing floors. They are for relieving human desire.]

[Basically, your incubus is currently insane with lust.]

[But clearly, he is trying to flirt with a brick wall.]

She followed it up with a passive-aggressive smiley face.