Chapter 14

As long as he’s happy.
The sprite took the book, incredulous, then calmed and thanked him.
That night Wen Xi didn’t quit the game for stream.
He ran two phones—personal and work.
He clamped the personal phone by the PC—could glance at the sprite anytime.
Between games he looked—sprite reading.
After game two—still reading.
What book was that—good enough for a whole day?
Past nine, queue times stretched—almost two minutes no match.
He replied to danmaku one-handed and fed the third pill.
After the dose, the sprite glowed “holy”—bandages fell away—bruises gone.
He stretched, set the book aside, got off bed, marched the room hands behind back.
He seemed pleased with the reno—especially the sofa—sank in, face pure bliss.
Wen Xi’s heart melted—without the phone nearby he’d have missed this.
Recorder text would only say “Wen Siran sat on sofa”—nowhere near cute enough.
Wen Xi reached to pat his head—worried popping in would spook him again—pulled back and focused on the match.
Midnight—fans sent three mega-yachts to extend an hour—casual games with viewers.
Wen Xi didn’t say no to money.
Casual mode was—
chill—no strict draft, no grind mindset—fun first.
Wen Xi gave blue buff to the support who tagged along—rotated top—between actions he glanced at the phone.
Sprite just left bath—towel turban—doing calisthenics in the living room.
Wen Xi snorted—without thinking, soft: “So dumb.”
Sharp-eared fans lit up.
【What’d streamer just say?】
【Who’s he talking to—so doting—dating?】
【Must be—why else change stream hours—got a night life.】
Wen Xi denied: “Not dating.”
Danmaku exploded.
【Streamer can’t mean the support who took his blue was dumb—】
【He gave blue on purpose.】
【I ship it!!】
Casual was a five-stack—support was in chat—couldn’t help mic: “Bro stop, bro stop—I’m a guy—straight.”
【Guy? Streamer likes that more.】
【We don’t ship guys? (grin widening)】
【Straight but your ID is Strawberry Softie?】
【Support—you okay?】
Wen Xi didn’t explain further—fans joked to hype—more talk, more slip—if he admitted he was roasting an adult-game sprite, tomorrow they’d label him loser incel.
Post-calisthenics, the sprite magicked his hair dry, hung the towel, opened the window, leaned out.
Night heavy—small figure looked lonely.
Past one a.m., stream ended—sprite asleep.
Moonless dark—but player Wen Xi could see his sleeping face clear.
He tapped the cheek feather-light, whispered, “Good night.”
No wake—sprite scratched the spot, mumbled, “Polin…”
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Wen Siran longed for the human world.
He wanted to know what human cars looked like—if the sky was really blue like his wallpaper—if human booze tasted good—if drunk humans went wild feeding succubi—why?
Questions banked for Teacher Eric next day.
But dawn came—Fenrir said sadly—too many injured succubi lately; many classmates still healing—school would add two days off.
Fenrir added: “Our little Siran is so lucky—he met the most responsible human.”
Wen Siran asked Fenrir to pass greetings—hope classmates healed soon—and swelled with pride at praise for his human.
Yeah—someone that good—and Wen Siran met him—lucky.
After Fenrir—nothing to do—Wen Siran pulled the novel, sat on the sofa, read on.
Pages later—the human had dragged the succubus back, cuffed to bed, wouldn’t let him leave.
Succubus thrilled—shaking—human thought fear—called it punishment.
Silly human—even sheltered Wen Siran knew—that wasn’t punishment—for succubi that was reward.
“Tap～”
A cup on the table bumped.
Wen Siran closed the book, smiling eyes curved: “Polin.”
Transparent hand flew in—ruffled hair, pinched cheek.
He leaned into touch—left cheek pinched, offered right.
After face—the hand lifted him—started playing with his tail.
Wen Siran flushed—lost.
His tail felt extra sensitive today.
He could tell the human loved his tip—rolled it long—then straightened the tail to “admire.”
That made him think of the book.
In stories humans put succubi tails in mouth—licked inch by inch.
Too shy!
Did his human want that too?
If so—he—he—
“Id shuret!”
【I’m willing!】
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Willing—what?
Another weird quest clear?
Why no ping?
Wen Xi woke early—rare breakfast.
After eating—he meant to install the bonus doors and windows from recharge.
Game loaded—confetti cannons left and right—bang bang—ribbons and gold foil.
Glowing text: 【Congratulations—Wen Siran ranked up: Mid-tier I. Open stats for more info.】
Rank up?
Sudden.
Wen Xi tapped the purple button upper left—a panel slid down.
Name: Wen Siran
Rank: Mid-tier succubus I
Beauty: Max
Magic: 20
Intelligence: 25
Self-defense: 20
Human culture: 20
Human world experience: 10
After the disaster the sprite had grown across the board—not huge, but growth was step by step—Wen Xi felt like a proud dad.
“Ding.”
System kept going.
System: 【You received a care manual—sent to in-game email—check it.】
Wen Xi opened phone—email—skimmed.
Basically: mid/high succubi weren’t like novices—magic candy alone wasn’t enough daily; loving interaction made them grow faster.
Loving interaction.
Wen Xi chewed the phrase.
Meaning—more chibi butt petting?
As if on cue—the quest log added: Daily Cuddle.
Mid-tier daily cuddle: pinch face once, head pat once, tail pets twice.
Ha.
Creepy quest—but mandatory.
Per the manual—mid/high succubi needed more love—without affection they withered—lost magic—aged and died faster.
Wild setting.
Wen Xi looked at the sprite reading.
He loved life, loved learning—couldn’t let him die.
Before the quest he’d already patted head and face—now just extra tail—not like real ass—what to be shy about?
Wen Xi got to it.
To avoid scaring him like last time—he tapped the cup on the coffee table first.
After the sprite greeted him—he patted top to bottom.
Post-upgrade—sprite seemed the same.
Still short, still big head.
If any difference—tail… a bit longer?
Wen Xi straightened it—yes—slightly longer.
Looking for more—sprite slipped the virtual hand, tossed “I’m willing,” and ran to bed.
Blanket over head—wriggling like a pupa—little hearts stacked above.
Hearts merged into one huge heart—flew at Wen Xi—bounced off the screen.
Wen Xi: ???