After the "bath" ordeal—which involved Su Qian drying my wings with a towel that felt like a heavy woolen blanket—I was dressed in one of her oversized t-shirts. On her, it was probably a crop top; on me, it was a floor-length gown that trailed behind me like a royal robe.
"It's late," Su Qian said, checking her watch. "In this city, the electricity grid for residential areas dims at midnight. You need to sleep."
She led me to the master bedroom. If the living room was a landscape, the bed was a continent. It was a king-sized mattress, but custom-made to fit her height. To me, it looked like a vast white desert of silk and goose down.
"I... I can sleep on the sofa," I managed to say, my tail twitching so fast it was hitting the back of my legs.
Su Qian didn't even look back. She sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress barely dipping under her weight. She patted the space beside her. "The sofa is for guests. You are a 'treasure,' remember? Treasures stay in the vault."
The way she said it made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time. With a sigh of defeat, I climbed onto the bed. It took me three tries just to get a grip on the silk sheets and pull myself up. Once I was on top, I felt like a bug on a cloud. I crawled as far to the edge as possible, trying to put a literal meter of distance between us.
Su Qian turned off the lights. The room plunged into a soft, blue moonlight.
"Come closer, Li Yuan."
"I'm fine here!"
"You're shivering again. And your scent..." she paused, and I could hear her shifting in the dark. "It's changing. It's sweet. Like burnt sugar and desire."
My heart stopped. Being a Succubus, my scent was my primary tool for survival, usually used to lure prey. But here, in the dark with a woman who could snap me like a twig, my scent was acting like a beacon. I couldn't control it. The more nervous I got, the more 'delicious' I smelled.
Suddenly, a long, warm arm reached across the vast expanse of the bed. Her hand found my waist and, with a single tug, I was dragged across the silk. I slid effortlessly until my back hit something firm, warm, and smelling of sandalwood.
Su Qian pulled me into her chest. My head didn't even reach her shoulder; it rested right against her collarbone. Her legs, long and powerful, draped over mine, pinning me down like a living weighted blanket.
"Stay," she whispered, her breath tickling my ears. "Your heartbeat is noisy. It's keeping me awake. Calm down, or I'll have to find a way to make you tired."
I lay there, frozen. I was a demon of lust, a creature that was supposed to dominate the dreams of others. Yet, here I was, being used as a literal body pillow by a 6'7" human woman.
The worst part? As I felt the steady, powerful rhythm of her heart against my back, my Sanity didn't just drop—it surrendered.