A Little Incubus Care Guide

[Announcement: This book will be marked as paid starting from Chapter 23 on May 22. I'll post a 10,000-word bonus chapter that day. Thank you for your support! Kitty bows~] [Main story complete. Bonus chapters will come when they come.] ●○●○ Blurb The 10,086th time Chi Yin was put up for auction, bidders still came one after another. This succubus was so breathtakingly beautiful that words could hardly describe him, yet he had not the slightest awareness of his status as a lowly demon. He would rather die than bow his head and serve someone meekly, and no one had yet managed to buy him. But it seemed the beauty's luck had finally run out. The notoriously violent and unruly Young Master Bo of Imperial Capital Star spent a fortune, and somehow made the little succubus give in. The whip marks on the beauty's pale skin stood out starkly at the auction. As the crowd sighed, they also indulged in secret fantasies, as if they could already see the beauty being tormented to death. Chi Yin had prepared himself for mutual destruction, but instead he was welcomed into a warm embrace. He had never asked Bo Yan for anything, yet Bo Yan brought everything best to him. Diamonds, jewelry, and luxury clothes were delivered to him in a constant stream. The bird race, who had once bullied him, personally brought him their softest feather quilts and begged him for forgiveness. The pattern was the same as the plumage of the bird prince. Bo Yan knelt on one knee before Chi Yin. "My dear, what else do you want?" Chi Yin's indifferent gaze turned to the window. "I want freedom. Will you give it to me?" Bo Yan fell silent for a moment, then answered hoarsely, "All right." The man personally pushed for the passage of the Demon Rights Protection Act. From then on, demons were no longer slaves, and Chi Yin became the first demon student in the empire. As the crowd erupted in an uproar, Bo Yan's dark eyes remained calm. "I'm the one pursuing Chi Yin. I love him, and that's my business." Bo Yan woke from hibernation only to find himself in the body of a spoiled rich kid. Ten years had passed, and the little succubus he had pampered as his child bride since childhood had become a slave he had bought. The boy had just fainted beneath his whip. Everyone said Young Master Bo had been bewitched by a lowly succubus, and wanted nothing more than to be a dog at Chi Yin's feet. Only Bo Yan knew the truth: he had lost Chi Yin himself. How could he possibly ask Chi Yin to forgive him? He had already given up every last hope, convinced that if he ever let go, Chi Yin would disappear without a backward glance. As he watched Chi Yin gradually become the carefree little succubus he had once been, Bo Yan quietly waited for the day Chi Yin would leave. The dragon's wings spread wide, but the expected scream never came. The little succubus's eyes turned red. The little succubus didn't run away. The little succubus rushed up and hugged him, his soft voice choked with tears. "You idiot, I've been looking for you for so long, too." ●○●○ Coming Soon: Don't You Have Your Own Wife? [The Ex-Chases-His-Wife-to-the-Crematorium Trope] Everyone said Rong Mian was incredibly lucky to have been adopted by the Yan family of the capital as a child and raised by their eldest son. He was an adopted son in name, but a child bride in all but name. Everyone told him he had to be gentle, virtuous, obedient, and well-behaved. Rong Mian studied hard, determined to become the perfect wife for Yan Baichuan alone. Until one day, he copied an influencer and wore an apron with nothing underneath, kneeling at the door to wait for Yan Baichuan to come home from work. Before he could finish saying, "You've worked hard, darling," an overcoat was thrown over him, covering him from head to toe. "Rong Mian, are you really that shameless?" He looked up in confusion, his fingers tightening around the man's clothes as his eyes reddened. Yan Baichuan gripped his pointed chin and looked down at him. "You don't actually think this will let you marry me, do you?" · Countless people in the capital envied Yan Baichuan for having Rong Mian by his side. After ten years of trying without success to get Rong Mian out of the way, Rong Mian left of his own accord and joined the entertainment industry. When a friend asked about it, Yan Baichuan replied casually, "A canary locked in a cage can't fly far. He'll come back sooner or later." Who knew that summer Rong Mian would take the internet by storm, with concert tickets impossible to get. All kinds of handsome guys surrounded Rong Mian in his group, and CP fans across the internet happily shipped them and churned out fan content. Even Yan Baichuan's friend came to ask him, "Rong Mian isn't yours anymore, is he? Let's compete fairly." · Yan Baichuan waited until just before the show began to deign to go see him, only to discover all the complimentary tickets had already been given away. For the first time in his life, Yan Baichuan squeezed in among thousands of spectators. Under the spotlight, the beautiful young man sparkled like a star. Yan Baichuan's heart pounded. Hearing the whole crowd scream, "Wifey!" Yan Baichuan's expression darkened. Why are you calling my wife your wife? Don't you have your own wife?! · Rong Mian's longtime fans all knew he had a wealthy superfan who had followed him from his idol days to the present, never missing an offline event and spending a fortune on him. Back when he was an idol, Yan Baichuan pinned Rong Mian against a wall and said hoarsely, "If you want to get married, I can do it." Rong Mian's tone was apologetic, gentle, and perfectly professional, with not a single flaw to find. "Sorry, sir, idols aren't allowed to date." · Later, when Rong Mian won Best Supporting Actor, Yan Baichuan followed behind him and asked cautiously, "Baby, when can we make our relationship public?" Rong Mian smiled radiantly and gently patted Yan Baichuan's face twice. "If you'd said that to me back then..." The rest of his sentence was swallowed by the darkness. Rong Mian stood up and gently pushed his hand away. "Surely you don't really think your secret lover can become your official partner now, President Yan?" Theme: The secret to happiness is freedom, and the secret to freedom is courage.