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Jack, my boyfriend, is a high-level lust incubus allergic to ordinary people. Only his childhood sweetheart can satisfy him.
To prove his love for me, he is passionately entwined with his childhood sweetheart each time, yet calls out my name.
One day, I accidentally opened an encrypted file he had named "Eternal Love."
But what I saw was a wedding video from seven years ago, featuring him and his little childhood sweetheart.
In disbelief, I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, only to be slipped the most potent aphrodisiac.
As my body burned with unbearable heat, I overheard Jack and his friends laughing without restraint.
"Emily's easier to fool than a dog."
"If I can make her stay chaste for me for eight years, I can make her keep an empty bed for life."
Everyone jeered at me for being an old maid.
But some were confused.
"Bro, if you don't love Emily, why not just break up with her?"
Jack tilted his head to deeply kiss his childhood sweetheart, his gaze cold and sharp."If it weren't for her back then, Cynthia's brother would never have died. I want to punish her for Cynthia's sake for the rest of her life."
Years of affection were just his meticulously planned revenge.
My heart was shattered, and I left for three years.
Three years later, I encountered Jack again.
His body was emaciated, his eyes dim, looking as if he'd been starving for a long time. He grabbed my neck, about to kiss me.
"Emily, I'll never do anything to make you unhappy again. Can we continue our relationship?"
His eyes were full of me.
But I glanced at the little girl beside me and smiled, saying, "Jack, I've been married for a while now."

His Incubus Hunger, My Heartbreak

Cynthia's voice echoed down the hallway, filled with anguish. "Jack, it's the anniversary of our sweetheart's passing. Why haven't you..."


Her words trailed off abruptly as she caught sight of me.


Cynthia's eyes narrowed dangerously. Without warning, she lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Emily, why the hell are you back?! Go to hell!"


My skirt flew up, revealing a trail of deep red love bites on my inner thighs for all to see.


Jack froze, his eyes widening in shock. In the next instant, he seized my ankle in an iron grip, his words hissing through clenched teeth.


"Emily, you went this far just to see if I still cared about you? You let someone mark you up like this on purpose?"


He assumed I was deliberately trying to make him jealous by covering myself in intimate marks.


I found his assumption laughable. With a cold sneer, I wrenched my foot from his grasp.


Chapter 10