Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 02

Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Chapter 02

“It is the kitchen. Is that a problem?”

I asked with genuine concern. “Would you prefer to start in the bedroom?”

His gaze turned dark and heavy with heat.

“…The kitchen is acceptable.”

I nodded and turned away to grab something.

Then, while he watched me with burning intensity, I shoved a brand-new cleaning rag into his hands.

I kept my voice gentle.

“Alright, Damian. Since you are so capable, I am putting you to work. You do know how to wash dishes, right?”

“…Wash… dishes?”

Damian stared at the rag. He looked completely shattered.

“Yes. If you cannot handle that, feel free to mop, sweep, or do the laundry. Just find something to clean.”

He asked in total disbelief. “Wait. You bought me… for chores?”

I blinked at him.

“Yes. Why else?”

“…”

The strange, vibrating purr in his throat cut out instantly.

It was true.

I brought Damian home strictly for manual labor.

I got the idea after listening to a coworker brag in the Break Room.

She had purchased a incubus too.

She always went on about how hardworking and obedient he was, how he did all the ‘dirty work’ and made her so happy at night.

Everyone else laughed at the innuendo.

I, being the oblivious Corporate Drone that I am, missed the joke entirely.

I only heard one thing.

He helps with housework.

My eyes lit up.

My job works me to the bone, and I never have time to clean.

My apartment had become a total dump.

It was stressing me out.

So, buying a incubus to act as a live-in housekeeper seemed like a brilliant investment.

That is exactly why I ordered the most high-performance model available.

I glanced back at the tall, brooding figure aggressively washing dishes in the kitchen.

Then I went off to get the best sleep of my life.

For the next week, Damian buried himself in domestic duties.

He was clumsy at first, but he mastered the routine within forty-eight hours.

He was incredibly intelligent.

I woke up, and the bed was already made.

I washed my face, and a fresh towel appeared in my hand.

I came home, and a gourmet dinner was waiting on the table.

He even warmed the sheets for me before I went to sleep.

I slid into the bedding, which was toasted perfectly by his body heat and scent, and sighed.

I felt like I was melting.

Good.

This was so good.

He was worth every penny.

The only weird thing was that Damian never stopped making that noise.

It was a deep, guttural rumble in his throat.

I assumed he was just nervous about the new environment.

But a month passed, and the vibration persisted.

He lay on the floor by my bed every night in silence.

He just stared at me with those intense, unblinking eyes.

His heart-tipped tail swept back and forth across the floorboards.

He looked so… pent-up and mournful.

I touched his forehead out of concern.

It was burning hot.

I panicked, thinking he might have a fever.

I patted the mattress beside me. “Damian, do not sleep on the floor tonight. Come sleep up here.”

“I am allowed in the bed?”

Damian froze.