Chapter 21: Best Brother, Truly Delicious

A graceful figure silently approached.

The purple-eyed girl stepped barefoot on the smooth marble floor, holding a baseball bat high in her hands.

“Physical Sleep Technique!”

With a light shout, the bat smashed down hard on the back of the man’s head.

Zhao Yicheng’s body stiffened instantly, then collapsed.

Xu Yinsheng threw aside the baseball bat and looked down at the unconscious, completely naked Zhao Yicheng with a complicated expression.

“Sorry, Old Zhao. I’m doing this to save you.”

Saying that, she dragged him out and laid him on the sofa, even thoughtfully covering him with a blanket.

From the messages that had popped into her mind after transforming into a succubus, Xu Yinsheng had learned some basic knowledge about succubi.

Since ancient times, succubi fed on a certain something from men.

This naturally made them… very skilled in certain “activities,” especially in bed.

Their techniques, which could only be passed on through personal experience and not mere description, were enough to leave men completely drained, surrendering willingly.

Their tails could secrete a clear liquid—an elite aphrodisiac and stimulant in concentrated form, ensuring not a single drop of “food” would go to waste.

And to guarantee full consumption of the “prey,” the succubus tail fluid also acted as a lock.

Once ingested, no other being—no matter their skill—could release it from the victim’s body.

Over time, if not “relieved” by the succubus, the victim would be unable to expel it and could literally die from internal pressure.

In short—

After accidentally ingesting Xu Yinsheng’s succubus tail fluid, Zhao Yicheng had only two choices, either die in the bathroom trying to hold it in, or let Xu Yinsheng help him “relieve” it—for the sake of his survival.

Taking out a never-used silicone cup from her personal stash, Xu Yinsheng walked out of the bedroom with it in hand.

Looking at the unconscious, flushed man on the sofa, she half-knelt down beside him.

“Old Zhao… Letting Sister Cangkong handle your first time, it’s really not that bad.”

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As Zhao Yicheng let out a low growl, the tension in his brows finally eased.

The unnatural flush on his face faded, and his “little Zhao,” which had been full of vitality and hard as iron, now looked utterly drained and lifeless.

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Finally, like a bursting waterfall, he let out a long and loud groan and passed out from bliss.

No one knew how much time passed before he slowly woke up on a bed.

Zhao Yicheng looked around.

The room was decorated in warm tones.

Clothes were piled on the bed—some for men, some for women—and a few fragrant pieces of cloth were mixed in.

“…Xiao Yin?”

He called out weakly.

For some reason, his entire body felt utterly exhausted, especially his waist, as if he had been drained dry.

Even his bones felt hollow.

“You’re awake, Old Zhao. Come, have some breakfast.”

Xu Yinsheng entered with a tray holding two sandwiches and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

He was wearing bear-print pajamas and SpongeBob slippers.

His slightly long, short hair was neat and clean—he looked nothing like a boy at first glance, more like a cute and mischievous girl.

Zhao Yicheng took the sandwich and juice and started eating on the bed.

Xu Yinsheng sat down beside him, picked up her own microwave-heated sandwich, and took a bite.

“How do you feel? Still uncomfortable?”

“…Kind of weird.”

Zhao Yicheng recalled the strange, hazy dream and a complicated expression crossed his face.

A Spring Dream.

That wasn’t strange.

As a man, it wasn’t like he’d never had one before.

What was strange was the complete imbalance between his physical and mental states—so extreme, it felt like they were polar opposites.

His mind felt light, euphoric, even transcendent.

The usual headaches were gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of clarity and relief, like he’d just experienced a massive “release.”

But his body felt utterly hollow.

His waist ached, his back hurt, and both kidneys throbbed with a dull pain—as if years of pent-up energy had been drained in one go.

“What the hell happened to me last night?”

Zhao Yicheng muttered, pounding his sore lower back with a fist.

“No idea. After eating that cookie, you ran off to the bathroom,” Xu Yinsheng shrugged innocently.

“By the time I found you… well, you were already, you know, passed out on the floor.”

Zhao Yicheng frowned.

Deep down, he felt like something wasn’t right—like a chunk of memory had been skipped.

And the succubus girl with purple eyes from his dream… why did she look so much like Xiao Yin?

Just as he was about to ask, a small hand patted him on the shoulder.

Xu Yinsheng met his gaze seriously and said with grave sincerity, “Old Zhao, you really need to learn some self-control.”