When the Succubus Turns Heartless

This is the ninety-ninth time Dominic Sinclair has disappeared during my heat cycle.

Once again, I found traces of him on my sister Olivia Summers' Twitter.

[Heat cycle is here again, thankfully he's been by my side protecting me for seven days straight]

The photo showed Dominic kneeling on one knee, his profile captured as he lowered his head to kiss the back of her foot.

I didn't throw a fit like I used to. Instead, I just liked the post.

I'm a succubus, bound to Dominic since birth.

So only he can help me through my heat cycles.

But he never spares me a glance, never cares about any of my needs.

Even during my worst heat cycles, he'd sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor trembling.

Because he knows that once bound, a succubus can only be loyal to him.

I used to think he looked down on all succubi, but when I saw him tenderly helping Olivia through her heat cycle, I realized—he just looks down on me.

He's convinced I can't leave him, so he doesn't bother hiding his dates with Olivia.

But he doesn't know that surviving one hundred heat cycles alone is the deadline I set for myself.

He also doesn't know that as long as I bind with a top-tier succubus, I can break free from him, a mere human.

So this is the last chance I'm giving Dominic.

Chapter 1

Olivia's message showed a location at Dominic's usual private club.

I used to come here often too.

Every time I saw them together, I'd make a scene.

But not this time.

The private room door wasn't fully closed. Inside, I could hear Olivia's soft voice, "Dominic, I heard you used your power again to fend off those succubi pestering me. I'm worried about you."

As she spoke, Olivia reached out to touch Dominic's face, but he turned his head away.

His voice was full of restraint, with a tenderness I'd never heard before, "My hands carry the scent of other succubi. Don't dirty your hands."

Through the crack in the door, I saw marks on the back of his hand from fighting with succubi.

But he never used even a fraction of his power for me, even when I was dying from the pain of my heat cycle.

Olivia didn't care. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips directly, her voice sweet, "I don't care. I want to kiss you right now."

The kiss made Dominic's eyes gradually turn red.

He lowered his head and kissed Olivia fiercely. The sounds of their entanglement filled the room.

I didn't listen or watch anymore. I turned around and left in my car.

I thought I'd be heartbroken, but my steps were steady.

There was just numbness left in my heart.

Many memories from the past came flooding back.

I remember during my first heat cycle, unable to bear it, I clung to Dominic in my confused state.

When he woke up, his eyes were full of impatience, "Who said you could get on my bed? Get off!"

I begged him, begged him to sleep with me.

But he tied me to the corner of the bed and watched me coldly, "How pathetic."

Every time after that, he'd just frown and coldly say "Don't bother me" before turning and leaving.

I endured the discomfort and pain of heat cycles again and again.

Each time felt like it took half my life.

Dominic knew this clearly, but he never wavered even a bit for me.

I was afraid of the dark and thunder, begged him to stay with me, but only got his scolding in return.

When I had a fever and passed out, he only had the butler handle it, never came to see me himself.

Back then, driven by the instinct of being bound, I could only follow behind him humbly, eyes red, begging him not to abandon me.

I thought if I was obedient enough, I could eventually warm his heart.

But all these years, he never hid his coldness toward me.

Only today did I understand—his tenderness was never meant for me.

I'm just a burden bound to him.

Suddenly, my car shook.

Then came violent shaking. A large truck beside me lost control and crashed into me. The entire car flipped over instantly.

I felt dizzy all over, trapped under the seat, unable to break free.

In desperation, I called Dominic.

The call connected. Through the phone came sounds of intimate moaning, "Dominic, be gentler."

Then came Dominic's indulgent whisper to Olivia, "Can't handle it already?"

The call was hung up immediately.