The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 06

The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 06

The days that followed.

How do I put this?

I went from “starving to death” to “stuffed to death.”

Lucian—this non-human—once he stopped pretending, was basically a different species.

Before: quiet, no touching, cold and aloof.

Now: clingy, chatty (relatively speaking), tail out 24/7.

Yes.

His tail never went back in when he was home.

Cooking? It wrapped around my waist.

Watching TV? It coiled around my ankle.

I’d be on the couch scrolling my phone, and his tail would reach over from behind, nudge my phone away, and force me to look at him.

Me: “…Can you control your tail?”

His face, stone-cold: “Can’t. It has a mind of its own.”

Liar.

You’re an incubus. Your tail is an extension of your will.

If it wants to wrap around me, it’s because you want to wrap around me.

—

But I couldn’t call him out.

Because—

My pink tail was secretly wrapping around him too.

A succubus’s tail instinctively gravitates toward its energy source.

And he was my energy source.

A supersized battery pack.

So the scene that played out constantly was—

Two tails tangled behind us like a braid.

While we both pretended not to notice and scrolled through our phones.

Until one day—

His assistant, Zachary Pike, came to the house with documents.

The door opened.

Zachary stood in the entryway and saw it:

In the living room, his boss Lucian sat on the couch reading financial reports, a deep purple tail and a pink one twisted together behind him.

The pink one belonged to the girl next to him, munching on potato chips.

Zachary’s expression went through three stages.

—

Stage one: nearly dropped the files.

Stage two: took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on.

Stage three: set the files on the shoe rack with a blank face and took a step back.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“Hold on.” Lucian didn’t even look up. “Zachary. Come in.”

Zachary froze.

“Mr. Vane… Mrs. Vane, she’s…”

“She’s not human.”

“…Oh.”

Zachary walked in and handed the files to Lucian.

Eyes straight ahead the whole time.

But I noticed his hand shaking as he signed.

I crunched my chips and gave him a friendly smile.

Let my little fangs show—just the tips.

Zachary’s pen dropped.

When he left, his pace was easily three times faster than when he’d arrived.

I looked back at Lucian. “You scared your assistant.”

“Doesn’t matter. He already knew I wasn’t human.”

—

“He didn’t know I wasn’t either.”

“Now he does.”

He turned a page of the report, tone casual.

But his tail tugged me a little closer.

“You’re not worried he’ll talk?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“His contract has an NDA. Penalty clause? Ten million.”

“…”

Capitalist.