Chapter 15

Hello? Anyone want to explain what that meant?
Was it a heart-attack skill?
Or a mid-tier succubus showcase move?
Give me something.
Author’s note:
The awkward sprite hid under the covers—wouldn’t show his face—only poked his tail out now and then to see if Wen Xi would pet him.
Wen Xi’s attention was all on installing the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The room was too small—oversized windows wouldn’t fit; every wall he tried failed—back to inventory for now, wait for next expansion.
The arched door went in clean—perfect size—with flavor text: Open this door and walk straight into a garden in full bloom.
Nice vibe.
Wen Xi figured the sprite would love it.
With a door, he wouldn’t be trapped in a box—days wouldn’t be only books and staring—even school needed Fenrir’s special portal.
Like a caged cub—so-called “home” locked him in place.
Wen Xi used to think succubi phased through walls—doors were pointless.
Now he knew—he hadn’t paid enough.
Poor kid—no wonder he loved studying—books were the only way to kill time.
But not anymore!
Wen Xi dove for the sprite under the covers.
The moment the blanket lifted—the sprite blushed, tail high: “Ydu byo wenle slouke?”
【You want to pet again?】
Wen Xi wanted to defend himself—his brain wasn’t that dirty—the system was inhuman.
Before he could answer—the sprite stuffed his tail into the virtual hand himself and added in broken Chinese: “Xi huan, xi huan ni, ren mo, ren hao.”
Facing that enthusiastic invite—Wen Xi felt complicated.
He couldn’t bear to refuse—stroked perfunctorily twice—slippers on—pushed him to the arched door.
Big head, three question marks—no idea what was happening.
Wen Xi thought: stop obsessing over petting—come get your surprise.
Virtual hand touched the handle—click—the door opened.
A breeze brushed his hair—maybe carried flower scent.
Confusion turned to wonder—a drawn-out “Wa～”
Weather in the City of Succubi was gorgeous today—sunlight poured through the door—dust motes hung in the light—a pale gold veil over the gloomy hut.
The sprite froze long—reached out—let light slip through his fingers.
He murmured: “Boli…”
【Pretty.】
Wen Xi’s chest tightened.
The sprite stood in the light—chubby face sunlit—eyes bright—pupils trembling slightly.
Facing the door to freedom—saying pretty.
Sun or view outside—unclear.
Healing.
Wen Xi took his hand with the virtual grip and walked him out.
Steps light—tail high—happy, probably.
Outside—magic shattered.
What beautiful view? Untamed wasteland.
Weeds swallowed muddy paths; a neglected pool nearby—flaking paint, mossy bottom—damp rot—nowhere near the “boli” the sprite had said.
Wasn’t the text “walk into blooms”?
So the blooms were DIY?
Sloppy—Wen Xi should’ve scouted before bringing him out.
The sprite stood staring at the lot—quiet—thinking unknown thoughts.
Wen Xi meant to lead him back—finish setup—then play outside.
Before the virtual hand caught him—white fuzzy slippers already stepped in mud.
Wen Xi’s brow twitched.
First thought: those shoes were trash.
The sprite walked weeds—fingertips brushing tips—strange feeling.
Pace quickened—to the pool—stammering: “Big, big… water jar.”
Buddy—that’s a pool, not a jar.
Wen Xi caught on—probably meant big pool—mixed words.
Wen Siran circled the pool, excited: “Si, si ren de?”
Wen Xi picked a dry twig—wrote three characters in dirt: Wen Siran’s.
Wen Siran knew his name—seeing familiar strokes—understood the human’s answer.
Siran’s.
This land—this big pool—were gifts from the human.
Only Wen Siran’s.
Heart-eyes, he cheered: “Xi huan!”
Arms spread—he ran the bleak yard: “Boli shugyhnmsks＆￥#%……”
The system translated: 【The pretty sky—I only see because of the human. The sweet wind—only reaches Siran’s face because of the human. Everything Siran has—the human gave. So happy—like a dream… Human magic runs deeper than succubi. Siran met the greatest, most amazing person in the world!】
How much sweet talk had this game loaded—making the sprite this eloquent.
Too good at stealing hearts—reading the bubble, Wen Xi wanted to drop another 648.
“Splash!”
While Wen Xi smiled watching joy—the sprite tripped on a rock—slippers flew.
Wen Xi jolted—virtual hand helped him up—eyes full of ache.
Old injuries just healed—don’t break him again!
Standing—clothes and face smeared yellow-black mud—he flapped at stains, awkward grin: “Zhang, zhang le… dui bu qi…”
Dirty… sorry…
Wen Xi grabbed his collar—hauled him inside.
The door slammed shut—loud bang.
The sprite flinched—small again: “Dui, dui bu qi…”
Wen Xi sat him on the sofa—rolled pant legs—checked damage.
Surface scrapes only—hopefully nothing deeper.
Don’t log in next time to another unconscious sprite from injury.
Wen Xi opened the NPC menu—Dr. Fei’s invite—paid 30 Heart Coins smooth as always.
Soon—knock at the door.
Virtual hand opened—Dr. Fei smiled: “If I’d known your garden wasn’t landscaped, I wouldn’t have used the front door.”
Unclear if to Wen Xi or Wen Siran.
Wen Siran stood—polite: “Dorui Fei.”
【Dr. Fei.】
Dr. Fei gently: “Wgys #&$@……”
【Heard you’re hurt—sit, little mud-kitten.】
Wen Xi watched mud footprints with every step Dr. Fei took—brow raised—felt intentional—payback for the unkept garden ruining his shoes.
After checking, Dr. Fei stood: “How awful… if I’d been one step later, the wound would’ve healed on its own.”
Wen Xi: …
Dr. Fei opened the kit—professional smile: “Joke—hope you’re not mad.”
Wen Xi wasn’t that petty.
Paid house calls meant doing something.
Fei Yili pulled a handkerchief—wiped the sprite’s face—lecture: “Mid-tier succubi self-heal scrapes this small.”
As he spoke—the scraped skin went smooth.
Fei Yili: “See—Siran just needs a bath—you don’t need to worry.”
Great—30 Heart Coins down the drain.
Wen Siran looked up—polite: “Lank Dorui Fei.”
【Thanks, Dr. Fei.】
Dr. Fei ruffled his hair: “Ydu panyin dulase…”
【You owe yourself…】
He bent—whispered two lines in the sprite’s ear.
Wen Xi couldn’t hear—auto-translate:
【And your human—he’s really something—Siran, hold tight.】
Eyes gone to smile lines—chest puffed proud: “Mm—Si ren—wo—ta.”
After Fei Yili left—Wen Siran perked up—pointed at the bath—negotiating: “Si ren—wash.”
Obviously—mud baby.
Wen Xi slid the glass door—answered.
Wen Siran zipped in: “Bai bai—Si ren—piao liang.”
Meaning—wash clean—pretty Siran again.
After days together, Wen Xi got it—shut the bathroom door behind him.
Floor and sofa were wreck—Wen Xi hit clean all—living room sparkled.
After cleaning—Dress menu—swapped clothes.
Dirty uniform to coat set—pajamas to bonus bear onesie.
Three sets of dirty clothes stacked in bag—Wen Xi remembered washers in mall—wondered if they worked or were decor.