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"Get out! I don't need you!" A piercing voice rang out from inside the bedroom, carrying a suppressed fury and pain twisted to the point of distortion. Erik stood outside the door, one hand resting on the wooden frame, his gaze fixed on the interior of the room. On the large bed covered with white sheets, a blonde woman was curled up, both hands clutching her chest, her long slender legs drawn in tight, her body trembling in waves. That was Saraya. A rank S Succubus whom he had spent every bit of savings from several years to connect with just three months ago. Her long blonde hair was now a tangled mess, a few strands sticking to her flushed face. Those beautiful amber eyes were now bloodshot, both enraged and miserable. Her lips were parted, her breathing ragged and scorching, and the thin nightgown on her body was already soaked through with sweat over a large area. Even though her current state was wretched, pitiful, Erik only let out a long sigh, his voice utterly calm. "I don't want to keep doing this anymore." Hearing that, Saraya's gaze changed instantly. She gritted her teeth, lifted her head to look at him, her voice laced with indignation: "What is that supposed to mean?" Erik didn't answer right away. He watched her pained figure for a few more seconds, then said: "Three months have passed. You're so starved you can barely hold on, and if you keep going like this, you'll be in danger." "So what?" Saraya shouted, her voice trembling slightly from hunger and desire suppressed for far too long: "I just need more time to adjust!" "Three months still isn't enough?" Erik asked back, his gaze without a ripple. Saraya bit down hard on her lip, an ugly look surfacing on her face. She raised her voice, like someone forced into a corner: "You really are selfish! You and I were strangers to begin with. Do you think that just because we got paired I have to accept you immediately?" Erik stayed silent. Saraya seemed to have found her justification, and t
