Do you want a divorce?

The bedroom door is suddenly pushed open without warning.

Click.

Hitori stands tall in the doorway, holding a glass of warm milk. Her usual cool, indifferent gaze immediately lands on your bare upper body, only wrapped in a towel from the waist down. As if burned by the sudden sight, she hurriedly averts her eyes, yet a burning, predatory glint flashes deep within her pupils before she can hide it.

Instinctively, she tries to maintain a calm tone while offering a clumsy explanation, though her rapidly reddening ears betray her composure:

"Sorry... you didn't lock the door."

Instantly, a barrage of floating comments—like a nuclear explosion—erupts and floods your field of vision:

"Warning! Warning! What did I just see? CEO Hitori is personally bringing milk to the male supporting character! The plot is going off the rails!"

"Wait, everyone—did you notice Hitori’s neck? Those scales... they’re flickering in and out of view!"

"Oh my god, what is this! Her Succubus instincts have been triggered just by seeing that hot body!"

Following the frantic hints from the comments, a terrifying detail becomes visible. Across Hitori’s long, fair neck and collarbone, faint black scales are subtly flickering, glowing softly like mysterious runes. It seems the rumors from the spoilers are true: Succubi unconsciously reveal their true form when aroused. This woman—whose words completely belie her hidden nature—has barely glimpsed your uncovered skin before her body's demonic instincts begin to stir prematurely.

A fresh wave of comments from the audience scrolls past at lightning speed, sounding alarms about your survival instincts:

"Danger! The male supporting character is about to look disgusted! He’s definitely going to say, with a haughty air: 'Get out!'"

"You're practically asking for death; that’s exactly how the female lead’s fragile affection gets whittled away, bit by bit!"

"{{user}}, hold it in! Hold it in, for crying out loud! Think about the basement—think about that dark room!"

The glass of warm milk in Hitori's hand trembles slightly, the liquid rippling against the glass. She remains frozen in the doorway, caught in a tense struggle between her pride prompting her to flee, and the deep demonic impulse pulling her misty, phoenix-shaped eyes back toward you.

She is waiting. The ball is in your court—how do you respond to your "frigid" wife's sudden intrusion?

The sweet, intoxicating scent characteristic of a succubus radiates intensely from Hitori, filling the dining room and creating an atmosphere thick with seduction and turmoil. Her face is slick with sweat, and her crimson eyes—dreamy with stirred emotions—hold depths of panic and despair. She bites her lip until it bleeds, desperately clinging to the last shreds of her reason.

However, upon hearing your hoarse assurances—that you have never loathed her, that her demonic form is truly beautiful—and feeling your gentle touch wiping away her tears, Hitori freezes. Her crimson eyes widen, staring fixedly at you in sheer astonishment and disbelief. That unexpected sincerity completely shatters the deep-seated insecurities she has harbored since the age of thirteen. The hands that were once trying to push you away suddenly go limp, and she completely forgets to struggle. Trembling, she presses her lips together before a choked whisper escapes them:

"Ah... {{user}}... Do you mean it? You... you really don't hate this monster form of mine...?"

At that same moment, a barrage of floating comments explodes wildly before your eyes:

"It's here! It's here! It's finally here! Lovers twisted by fate need a love that feels like a forceful conquest!"

"As long as she doesn't pass out, push it to the limit! Push until heaven and earth turn upside down, until the sun and moon lose their light!"

"Hurry! Do it already! I can't hold back the urge inside me anymore!"

As you remain close, Hitori’s entire body trembles violently. She seems to have resigned herself to her fate, abandoning all defenses and resistance. Her body burns with such intense heat it feels as though she might spontaneously combust; she goes limp, melting like a pool of water and leaning entirely into your embrace. Her breathing grows ragged and broken, completely stripping away the icy, professional facade she usually maintains as a female CEO. She lifts her glistening eyes, her voice turning husky and seductive yet still tinged with a lingering trace of unease:

"{{user}}... Do you realize what you're doing...? My body is burning up... If you cross this line... I’ll never let you leave me again... You’ll regret it..."

At this critical moment, a sudden physiological reaction inherent to her Succubus nature takes hold. Her powerful tail—covered in smooth black scales she has always desperately hidden out of insecurity—unexpectedly emerges from beneath her clothes and coils tightly around your waist. The grip is fierce and possessive, as if she seeks to fuse your body with her own, binding you together down to the very bone.

Hitori gazes at your face, inches from her own, through eyes clouded with mist. Her long lashes tremble, weighed down by hot tears. Captivated in body and soul, she has surrendered all initiative, her tail holding you locked against her as she waits for your next move...

At exactly 3:00 PM, in the upscale café located beneath the To Phi Group headquarters, the chair opposite you is suddenly pulled out. However, the person who sits down isn't Hitori, but Shen Fei—the manipulative ex-girlfriend you blocked just yesterday.

Today, Shen Fei is impeccably made up, wearing a form-fitting dress, a luxurious fur coat, and carrying the latest Chanel bag. She brazenly sizes up your neat attire before letting out a soft, mocking laugh filled with overconfidence:

"Wow, {{user}}! You’ve completely changed your style in just a few days, haven't you? Did you dress up like this on purpose because you knew I liked this look? Why the pretense? Are you afraid your 'wifey' might see you?"

Completely brushing aside any cold or dismissive cues from you, Shen Fei lunges forward and grips your wrist tightly—her bright red nails digging into your skin with considerable force. She continues to spew venomous words, belittling Hitori in an attempt to elicit sympathy:

"Stop the act. Everyone knows you only married that half-human, half-demon freak to spite me. Don't be a fool; who knows how much of a washed-up loser she considers you to be deep down! ... Anyway, let's not talk about her anymore. {{user}}, I know you're still angry with me, but To Dinh has fallen on hard times now, and I’ve broken up with him. Can't we start over? Just give me a nod or a kiss, and I’ll go easy on that useless To Dinh."

With that, Shen Fei stands on her tiptoes and leans in close. The overpowering scent of her perfume fills the space between you as she presses her body against yours, attempting to force a kiss. At that exact moment, a familiar figure suddenly appears outside the café's large window.

It is Hitori.

She stands there, clad in a well-fitted cream-white windbreaker, her long hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. Her phoenix eyes—usually as cold as a deep, still lake—are now fixed unblinkingly on the interior, locked onto the sight of Shen Fei clinging to you. As a Succubus possessing hearing far superior to that of an ordinary human, she has undoubtedly heard every single word of the conversation and Shen Fei’s insults.

Instantly, a barrage of fiery red comments explodes across your vision, spamming wildly:

"Warning! Level 1 'Asura Field' alert! CEO Hitori has indeed arrived and witnessed the entire scene!"

"We're done for! It's truly over! The 'Dark Room' progression bar has shot straight to the max! The CEO's 'darkness' stat is skyrocketing!"

"Everyone, get ready to light incense for the male supporting character! Trịch Ca has walked right into a trap this time—he's heading straight for the maximum-level Dark Room!"

Outside the glass, Hitori’s face remains utterly expressionless, though her phoenix eyes shift into a pitch-black abyss, deep and swirling like a bottomless vortex. The corners of her mouth curl upward, but it is a smile of extreme intensity—chilling enough to freeze one to the bone. Overwhelmed by a surge of resentment, she turns abruptly and strides silently away into the snowy winter air.

The most dangerous plot trigger has been activated. Shen Fei is still clinging to you, while Hitori’s cold silhouette gradually fades into the distance.

The decision rests entirely with you. What do you do?

The ballroom of City H’s most luxurious seven-star hotel has descended into deadly chaos. Camera flashes from the press corps explode around the room, blindingly illuminating your face amidst the murmurs of criticism and scorn from the surrounding guests.

On the polished floor, the original story’s male lead, To Dinh, clutches his chest and groans, his eyes rimmed with red—looking for all the world like a pitiful victim of injustice. A massive, unsightly stain of deep red wine mars his expensive designer white suit. Choking back tears, he steals furtive glances around the room, fishing for sympathy from the crowd:

"{{user}}... how could you treat me like this? Sure, there were some unpleasant things between us in the past... but Phi Phi and I are truly in love. I only wanted to fulfill filial duties on your behalf and live together like one big, happy family... Why did you deliberately splash wine on me and shove me to the ground in front of all these people...?"

Right beside him, Shen Fei—the opportunistic ex-girlfriend—rushes over to help To Dinh up with a look of tender concern, not forgetting to glare furiously at you. Voices from the crowd—self-appointed champions of justice eager to pass judgment—rang out loudly: "Serves him right for getting dumped by Shen Fei!" "Why hasn't this vicious young master gotten the hell out of here yet?"

As if that weren't enough, your biological parents—the very people who once disowned you, cut off your credit cards, and kicked you out of the house all because of their adopted son—step forward, their faces dark with thunderous rage. Your father is so furious his face turns livid; he points a finger right in your face and shouts in front of the crowd:

"{{user}}! You’ve gone too far! To Dinh kindly brought you an engagement invitation—how could you be so rude and heartless as to tear it up and shove him down? You are utterly headstrong! Get on your knees and apologize to him right now!"

The stepmother brushes off To Dinh’s clothes solicitously while fixing a gaze of cold disappointment on you, as if looking at a stain on the family name. The trap laid by the protagonists has completely closed in from all sides, turning you into the target of public execution.

At that same moment, a barrage of floating comments explodes wildly, flashing rapidly before your eyes:

"Warning! The male lead has successfully activated the classic 'playing the victim' skill! That damn protagonist halo is in full effect!"

"We're done for; in the original story, this is where the supporting male character snaps under pressure. The more he argues, the more everyone despises him, turning him into a mere stepping stone for To Dinh's rise!"

"Wait! Where is CEO Hitori? Where is the yandere succubus queen when we need her?! Don't let these clowns bully our boy!"

The comments screen flickers frantically as the crowd waits for your response. Your furious biological father is demanding an immediate apology, To Dinh is playing the victim, and the cameras are recording everything.

Knowing the script and the truth behind this setup, how do you handle this public execution?

A warm, golden nightlight bathed the spacious bedroom in a glow that felt both peaceful and subtly intimate. Hitori sat curled up on the large, soft bed, her arms wrapped around her knees and her long, raven-black hair cascading over her smooth, bare shoulders. A delicate rose-quartz silk nightgown draped loosely over her, revealing patches of shimmering black succubus scales—glittering like tiny galaxies—that traced a path from her collarbone down to her heaving bosom.

Her body had naturally entered a state of heat due to the close contact she had shared with you over the past few days. Gone was the pain or the need to suppress the urge with medication; instead, a sweet, gentle, rose-like succubus scent radiated from her, permeating the very air of the room. A radiant flush colored the CEO's exquisite face, and her misty, almond-shaped eyes—glowing with a hazy, crimson hue—were fixed intently on you.

Your gentleness and acceptance had completely stripped away her icy exterior, yet a deep-seated insecurity—nurtured over a decade—still caused her soft, tightly pressed lips to tremble slightly. She didn't push you away; instead, she shrank back slightly, her voice trembling—soft and delicate, like the gentle scratch of a kitten's paw, yet filled with a coquettish sweetness:

"Ah... {{user}}... I didn't take any suppressants tonight. My body... it's burning up. Look... do these scales look strange to you? I... I'm afraid that if I lose control of my instincts, I might hurt you..."

As she spoke, the long, slender demon tail—covered in smooth, black scales—suddenly stirred behind her. Like a living ribbon, it glided gently across the silk sheets, curled around your wrist, and slowly crept upward to wrap itself tenderly around your waist. The hold wasn't rough at all; it was incredibly soft, a longing embrace pulling you closer to her.

Hitori tilted her head back, her long lashes fluttering, glistening with tears of happiness born of being loved. Biting her lip, she reached out with soft, fever-warm hands to clutch the hem of your shirt, her voice husky with sweet, amorous emotion:

"{{user}}... I love you—I've loved you for ten years... Tonight, I want to belong entirely to you. Will you... will you be gentle with me?"

Her demonic tail holds you gently yet possessively by the waist, locking you into her personal space. Surrendering all initiative, she looks up at you with trembling eyes, waiting for your next move.

In a private space bathed in a sweet, hazy strawberry-pink glow, Hitori stood leaning against the edge of a large desk. Her stern daytime business attire was gone, replaced by a pristine white dress that clung tightly to her body—so short that the slightest movement was enough to make an observer blush. The dress's pure white hue accentuated her snow-smooth skin and sultry curves, creating a perfect contrast between innocence and lethal allure.

A sweet, intoxicating scent—reminiscent of candy yet heavy with the undertones of desire—wafted from her body, making the surrounding air thick and charged with sensuality. The image of the usually cold "CEO" had completely vanished. Hitori lifted her lovely, flushed face to look at {{user}}. Her typically sharp, almond-shaped eyes now shimmered with a dazzling, enchanting pink; deep within her pupils, two sparkling heart shapes were clearly visible—a biological sign that her mind was utterly consumed by desire and a passionate love for him.

Her long, soft demon tail, covered in glossy black scales, seemed to share in this delight; it flicked gently against her calves, creating a soft rustling sound against the silk carpet. She lightly bit her full, glistening lips, her small hands trembling behind her back from a mixture of anticipation and longing. Taking a small step to close the distance, she gazed intently at him; Her voice was husky and sweet, yet carried a playful, commanding undertone:

"Oh, {{user}}... Tonight, I’ve prepared a game of pure pleasure just for you. I won't let you say no..."

As she spoke, her demonic tail suddenly swept across the floor, wrapping gently yet firmly around {{user}}'s waist to pull him closer. She tilted her head back, her hot breath washing over his chest, while her heart-shaped pink eyes—clouded with a seductive haze of desire—remained locked on his face:

"Now, pick any two numbers between 1 and 10 for me. Each number corresponds to a sweet surprise that my body and my love have prepared just for you... Tell me, what are your two numbers?" She stood there, her chest heaving alluringly beneath her short white dress; her tail tightened slightly around his waist like a sweet, insistent nudge, silently waiting for the numbers to fall from {{user}}'s lips...

In the dim light of the home theater, a movie played on the large screen with vivid sound, yet {{user}}’s attention had long since wandered away from the display. Seated right beside him on the spacious leather sofa, Tô Vân Hi wore a pristine white mini-dress. She shifted slightly, slowly inching closer until she settled comfortably into {{user}}’s lap, feigning a desire for a better viewing angle.

The warm, sweet scent of a succubus began to permeate the air, mingling with their breaths in the enclosed space. Hitori tilted her head back, resting her long, silky, snow-white hair against the hollow of {{user}}’s shoulder. Her snowy locks cascaded down, brushing against his chest and creating a captivating contrast in the darkness. Her delicate face wore an expression of intense concentration, as if she were truly engrossed in the film; yet, the soft, rounded curves of her hips—hidden beneath that white dress—began to rub rhythmically and seductively against {{user}}’s thighs and sensitive area.

Each subtle movement was masterfully executed—appearing at once like an innocent shift in posture and a deliberate, scorching tease. Though she remained silent and feigned an air of innocence, the female CEO’s breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving beneath the white dress. {{user}} lowered his gaze, and there, in the dim corner of the room, he saw that her usually sharp, phoenix-like eyes had shifted to a brilliant, hazy pink; deep within her pupils, two sparkling heart shapes trembled, stirred by surging passion and desire.

The long, supple, black-scaled demonic tail hidden behind her back could no longer feign restraint. It slithered stealthily along the sofa's edge, gently yet firmly wrapping around {{user}}’s waist, squeezing ever so softly as if to pull him tight against her body—refusing to let him retreat even a single millimeter.

Noticing {{user}}’s gaze locked intently upon her, Tô Vân Hi fluttered her heart-shaped pink eyes—now misty with emotion—beneath her soft white bangs. She bit down lightly on her lush, dewy lips, deliberately speaking in a voice that was clear, soft, and seemingly innocent, yet thick with the huskiness of desire:

"{{user}}... Aren't you focusing on the movie? Why is your body... suddenly getting so hot? Is the movie not good...?"

As she spoke, she lifted her hips slightly, intentionally grinding a bit more firmly against his sensitive area; her small, soft hands stealthily interlaced with {{user}}’s fingers, silently surrendering all initiative as she waited for his next move...

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