The Succubus Who Just Moved In Downstairs

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Lin Zhou is captivated the first time she sees Jiang Furou at the flower shop.

The woman is aloof and cold, her gaze distant, yet she is so beautiful that Lin Zhou can't look away.

But Lin Zhou never expected that night, in her dream...

The woman would tangle fingers with hers, their breathing hot, nothing like her cold demeanor during the day.

"Who... are you, really?" Lin Zhou asks, her voice trembling.

The woman chuckles and leans down to whisper in her ear.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that we're both having a good time."

When she wakes, Lin Zhou thinks it was all just a ridiculous fantasy.

Until the next day, when she runs into the new neighbor from downstairs in the elevator.

The woman gives her a cool glance, as if they've never met.

But Lin Zhou remembers how, in her dream, the woman called her name again and again.

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Kind, honest human seme x seemingly aloof but passionate succubus uke

A fantasy story set in an alternate modern world. It borrows the succubus concept, but everything else is the author's own invention.

My next project will be a xianxia story with a switch couple, The Little Bodhisattva, Your Needles Hurt So Much. Please add it to your favorites! Love you! Here's the blurb:

"You even save someone like me? You're a real bodhisattva."

Yan Huanchao, covered in blood, leans against the entrance to the Medicine King Sect, half a broken sword hooked in her fingers.

The cultivation world says the "Madwoman Yan" of the Hehuan Sect kills without mercy, cultivates the Heartless Way, and draws power from love and desire.

Wen Xuemian calmly tears open her blood-soaked clothes. "Here, you're just a patient."

Yan Huanchao looks at the pity in Wen Xuemian's eyes. She really does look like a bodhisattva descended from the temple.

She thinks Wen Xuemian must be crazy.

How could anyone in this world truly devote themselves to goodness? Does she really think she's a bodhisattva?

Yan Huanchao decides she'll drag this falsely compassionate saint down from her pedestal.

She never expects that, in the end, she'll be the one held down and taught how to be a person again.

Wen Xuemian has long since grown used to Yan Huanchao's shameless ways: capricious and always amusing herself by tormenting others. No wonder the demonic woman is called "Madwoman Yan."

Then one day, when Wen Xuemian is surrounded by the righteous sects' swords, Yan Huanchao drags her battered body in front of her.

"You dare touch my woman?"

For the first time, Wen Xuemian's fingers tremble as she sets her acupuncture needle. "Aren't you cultivating the Heartless Way?"

The demonic woman kisses her bloodstained fingertips.

"That's why this is called cultivation deviation, Little Bodhisattva..."

An idealistic healer x a deranged villainess. One wants to save the world, the other wants to flip the table. In the end, they corrupt (crossed out) redeem each other.

Theme: The eternal hope for a beautiful life.