The Lazy Incubus Just Wants to Sleep

[A sleepy, lazy succubus bottom who dozes off every day x an arrogant, heartless god whose old heart is suddenly aflame]

As an overworked 007 corporate drone who was always severely sleep-deprived, Ye Jing transmigrated and was immediately faced with one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.

Good news: There was a bed here, and he could sleep whenever he wanted without worrying about being disturbed.

Bad news: He had become a succubus, was apparently the fated one of the Supreme God, and was going to be locked in a huge cage.

Ye Jing stared with dead-fish eyes as he felt his newly grown horns and heart-tipped tail. Little angels fluttered about, chattering away, while an unfamiliar six-winged god stood opposite him, looking at him as if he were a filthy insect.

Ye Jing: .

Ye Jing, rolling over: .

Ye Jing, curled into a ball: .

The god sneered. "Hmph. The fated one? You can barely even face me."

In a rare act of mercy, the god deigned to open the cage, only to find the young man inside fast asleep, his eyelids heavy.

...He'd thought the boy was intimidated. Turns out he was asleep.

The arrogant god laughed in fury and waved away the soft bed. Ye Jing slept on the floor. The god waved again, summoning dark clouds, violent winds, and booming thunder. Ye Jing slept through the pouring rain. In the end, even when the god approached him in person, Ye Jing only mumbled half a sentence and didn't move an inch.

After all that, even the most old-fashioned archangel in the divine realm came to hint that the god's little games with his lover were going too far.

Smiling as he crushed a star in his hand, the god gritted his teeth. "Games?"

Who would play games with this lowly, always-sleeping succubus!

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After sleeping for so long that hunger made him dizzy, Ye Jing rubbed his stomach. The room held nothing but little angels and furniture that could move and run around. His gaze swept over everything and stopped at the golden-haired, blue-eyed god.

The noble god lifted his eyelids. The moment his gaze fell on Ye Jing, he was as silent and unmoved as a statue.

"Succubus," he said. "Do not covet a god."

"I'm not coveting you." Ye Jing blinked, his dead-fish eyes utterly blank. In a listless voice, he said, "I'm hungry."

The god waved his hand. "Foolish!"

"I'm hungry!"

He frowned. "Absurd!"

"I'm hungry!"

He closed his eyes. "...Fine."

The god reluctantly offered up his blood. "Don't regret it."

---Much later, the god's eyes shifted, dark desire surging within them. He held the succubus's horns, now changed by arousal, and watched as the other's eyes reddened with anxious need, the pink hearts inside them almost spilling out. "Are you still hungry?"

Ye Jing could only whimper through his tears. "N-no..." He hadn't finished saying he wasn't hungry anymore before the god seized him fiercely, even licking away his tears.

He regretted it! He really wasn't hungry anymore! He wanted to sleep!

"You're just saying that in anger. I don't believe you." The god slowly tightened his grip on the heart-tipped tail, pleased to feel its tip go taut. Beneath him, the succubus was soaked through, like a little cat whose fur had been licked away until only a mango pit remained.

Little games, was it? The god thought happily. Now that's exciting.

#What do you mean, a lowly succubus? That's my wife!#

#What do you mean, you want to cuddle with the blanket forever? I won't allow it!#

Reader's Guide:

Bottom-focused, one-on-one pairing. The top and bottom only have each other. Neither is perfect. Both are sexually inexperienced. It's probably, maybe, more or less a sweet little fairy tale.

Premise: Treat everyone as an equal