Alex stepped out into the biting night air, the convenience store door swinging shut behind him with a soft, final thud that echoed down the empty street.
He didn't reach for the lock, but he heard the deadbolt slide home with a sharp metallic click anyway—Liza's telekinesis sealing the place from the inside, since Mary was deep in sleep.
The store cannot be left open.
The neon sign flickered once, then steadied on CLOSED, casting a faint red glow across the empty sidewalk. The store was located in an empty street.
He stood there for a long moment, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, staring at the darkened windows.
Ash's furious words still rang in his ears, although sharp and venomous, they felt like desperate bird cries.
As well as those fresh bruises blooming on her pale skin.
"..."
Even a cigarette burn on her thigh.
'I guess you need to help her out. Of course, she's the prize at the end~' Liza said in a teasing voice.
Alex exhaled slowly, watching his breath cloud and disappear in the cold, swirling away like smoke. "Well, I have no choice" he murmured to the empty street, the words hanging in the air before the wind blew them.
He started walking.
The route home was familiar now, the same streets he usually shared with Alice's small hand tucked in his, her well-developed body pressed close, stealing kisses in shadowed corners and laughing when he squeezed her ass just to hear her gasp.
Probably the succubus playing with his mind. He shook his head and pulled out his phone.
Alice's messages piling up with that desperate, clingy edge he had been cultivating on purpose these past days.
He had been ignoring her deliberately, letting the ache build, knowing it would drive her wild with unfulfilled lust, make her pussy throb and drip just from missing him. It was their game, and she played it beautifully—turning into a needy, begging little slut the longer he made her wait.
When he finally reached his house and did all his stuff, he collapsed onto the bed, still fully clothed, he allowed himself one quick look at the phone.
Over a hundred messages from Alice, a flood of desperation that would have made his cock twitch any other night.
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Alice ♡ :
...
i'm at the gate waiting! (灬º‿º灬)♡
wearing the short skirt you like
no panties because I'm your good girl ( ꈍᴗꈍ).
...
hurry I miss you so much my heart hurts!!
i barely sleep thinking about you ( ≧Д≦)!
...
my pussy's been itching...
i'm touching myself but I can't cum without you inside me...
Please don't be mad
I love you I love you I love you
I'll suck you off whenever you want
Just talk to me
I'm desperate
please Alex, don't leave me...
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'Damn, you really turned her into a shameless slut... This is your crush, remember?~ Come on, you need to give her a good-girl fucking later' Liza was buffled at her desperate Alice was getting.
It had been just a few days and she already begging like a slut.
Alex nodded and closed the phone without replying, turning it face-down on the nightstand. He wasn't the toxic type, but
He was going to make her his forever and needed the perfect setting. Just thinking of her made his cock bulge in his pants.
.
.
.
Morning arrived gray and cold. The kind of chillly wind that seeped through windows and made the bed feel too empty.
His alarm buzzed at 7:15.
He showered long and hot, scrubbing away the lingering scent of Mary that still clung to his skin. Her smell was pleasant, but he didn't want to smell like a woman the whole day.
He dressed in silence—dark jeans, black hoodie, sneakers—and left the house without breakfast, the door clicking shut behind him like an echo.
He went earlier than usual.
His phone was a war zone by now, Alice's messages a torrent of clingy desperation he ignored completely, letting it build, knowing it would make her even more deliciously feral when he finally gave in.
But that day, he walked to campus alone. Still, the gate was busy, students flowing in.
All morning, between lectures, his thoughts circled back to Ash like a storm he couldn't escape.
The rooftop silhouette in that same oversized hoodie, toes over the edge, wind whipping the fabric.
During a break between classes, he found a quiet bench under a tree and leaned back, closing his eyes.
'Liza' he thought, the words forming clear in his mind. 'What should I do?'
The succubus stirred, her presence warm and attentive, like a cat curling up in the back of his thoughts. 'Well, nothing better than fucking a girl brainless hehe~'
"I mean in the case of Ash" Alex wasn't surprised at Liza's shameless statements. But being inexperienced with girls, he had no idea how to deal or approach Ash.
'Easy, man, just stop the source of her suffering. She's weak and helpless, probably getting bullied or assaulted now while you're just sitting down. She needs a man to save her! Get your ass up!' Liza replied, her voice serious now, no teasing edge.
'I know your virgin-ass personality is still there, but come on, at least help your woman's daughter.' Surprisingly, Liza was pushing him to help.
Alex wasn't used to meddling into others problems. He also suffered bullying, but no one had ever helped him.
"I guess you're a good person despite living in hell" Alex agreed softly. He got up and thought of a moving around to find Ash..
He went straight to the humanities building.
The student directories were pinned to bulletin boards outside department offices—names, majors, years listed in neat rows. He scanned every list carefully, page by page, looking for anything close to Ash...
He tried the registrar's office next. The clerk behind the counter was middle-aged, stern glasses perched on her nose, the kind who followed rules like religion.
"Privacy laws" she said firmly when he asked about a student named Ash. "I can't give out information without proper authorization."
Alex smiled—the calm, charming one that always worked—and let a whisper of Liza's aura slip out, just enough to soften the edges of resistance without raising alarms.
"It's a family matter" he said quietly, voice low and sincere. "I'm trying to help someone who might be in trouble"
The clerk hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty behind her glasses, fingers pausing over the keyboard. Then she sighed and turned to her computer, the keys clicking softly.
She showed him students with the name Ash or closely to it.
"Ashlyn" He said after he recognized her file photo. "Ashlyn [redacted]. Literature major. First year. Irregular attendance. Lives off-campus—no address listed."
Ashlyn.
That was it— But her attendance was irregular, she would probably not be in class at that moment.
The records showed minor disciplinary notes—all from high school. Theft of school supplies. Vandalism in the art room. A fight in the cafeteria. Nothing violent enough for expulsion, but enough to paint a picture of a girl spiraling out of control.
But she received a warning on campus too. Reason [Violence] .
Alex's brows frowned. Ash was full of bruises and she was the bully? That didn't make any sense.
"Hm? Do you have any idea who she assaulted or where?" He asked the middle-aged lady that was gazing at his handsome face none-stop.
"I don't know exactly, but I heard she broke a male student's hand and destroyed his phone and belongings. Hmm, probably at the restrooms area if my head serves me right."
It got more confusing after that. Ash broke a student's hand? She did look like a feral cat but didn't seem strong to overpower a college male student.
"Okay... Thanks for the help"
Alex thanked the clerk and turned around. He was confused but decided to just go ask her himself. But where to find such an uncontrollable girl?
'Look, I can tell you based on smell, she's not attending her classes now' Liza using her magic, she enhanced the sense of smell of Alex's nose. Ash had a distinct smell that she remembered after the interaction last night.
Since they were at the humanities department and wing, but according to the succubus, she wasn't there in those buildings.
'Just look around and I will try to find her.' Liza's help narrowed the burden. Alex just walked around the campus and waited for her to give him a clue.
It didn't take long before Liza uttered. 'She's close.'
He moved quietly, following instinct more than plan, drawn toward the back of the old science wing where voices echoed—sharp, mocking, familiar in their cruelty.
He edged closer, staying hidden behind a rusted dumpster that smelled of old food and rain.
Ash.
Surrounding her: two girls in school tracksuits—seniors by the look, confident and cruel—and one guy, tall, broad-shouldered, smirking like he owned the world and everyone in it.
It was Jake.
'Isn't that the guy that was trying to get into Anna's pants?' Liza quickly recognized Jake. His hand was wrapped in bandaids, but his cocky voice was still there.
"Your face irritates me. Ahh, I want to ruin it so much." Jake's face full of grins, while getting his lit cigarette close to Ash's face. The faint orange glow visible on her pale skin.
She remained emotionless and expressionless.
"Hahahaha I love the look on your face. You know your mom is crumbling with debt. I will make sure you turn homeless!" Jake was having the role of devil in his kingdom.
Alex just stood there, rage and confusion was rising in his head.
"You're telling me all those fresh bruises she has was because I stood against him for Anna?..." Alex muttered softly.
It was starting to make sense a little. The violence warning inflicted on Ash was because of Jake blaming it on her?
'Don't blame yourself. The story seems to be bigger than that, but you know? I would love it if you break his other hand too' Liza watched carefully too and tried to calm Alex a little.
Jake stepped forward, grabbing her chin hard enough to make her flinch, fingers digging in. "You think you can just ignore me? I will make you regret the past, bitch!" He took the cigarette in his fingers and pushed against her neck.
Ash flinched but no sound escaped her mouth.
One of the girls laughed, flipping her hair. "Don't go so rough on her, she might kill herself today"
Another stepped up and slapped Ash hard across the face, the sound cracking like a gunshot.
Just turned her head slowly, golden eyes burning with hate, a red mark blooming on her cheek. Tears spilled out after a pause.
Alex's blood turned to ice, then boiled.
He stepped out from the shadows.
"Hey."
Four heads snapped toward him.
Jake's smirk faltered when he saw Alex—He immediately recognized him.
"Ah, it's you! I have been looking for you!" Jake snarled, releasing his cigarette from Ash's neck and a shove that made her stumble.
"You don't get tired of these games?" Alex said quietly, voice steady, eyes locked on Jake.
One of the girls laughed. "Look, Ashlyn's got a knight in shining armor. How cute." The other girl utterd. "Walk away, pretty boy. This doesn't concern you.". Everyone was just pure malice.
"Shut up."
The air thickened, tension crackling like electricity. The whole place was starting to feel darker.
He looked at Ash— She recognized him but remained silence. The fresh bruise blooming on her neck like a dark flower. The way her hands shook even as she clenched them into fists at her sides.
The faint tremble in her legs, like she was ready to run or fight.
'Shall this Queen kill a human today?' The succubus voice all echoed in his head.