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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

The incubus's monthly feeding period is draining and exhausting.


To avoid collapse, after the feeding period ends, I quickly leave the bedroom while a certain someone is sound asleep.


"Son, if you keep going like this, you'll starve to death!"


"If you're tired of Cynthia, you can find other women. Why do you insist on torturing yourself like this?"


New York's most famous French restaurant.


As I elegantly savor foie gras, intense arguing continuously erupts from the private room next door.


I listen, growing increasingly annoyed, until one of them suddenly mentions my name.


"Wake up! She left you long ago. She's not coming back!"


"Shut up! Shut up!" Jack's voice breaks down, leaving me momentarily dazed.


Three years ago, after overhearing Jack's words at the doorway, I changed my phone number, quit my job, and completely severed ties with everything in Manhattan.


Chapter 9