Sister’s Succubi

Before my sister left the country, she left me with two male succubi.

One acted like a saint all day, the other was as sweet-tongued as honey.

I poured my heart out, treating them with every kindness. But the moment my sister announced her return, they started b brawling next door, desperate to go back to her side.

They even called me a "clingy pest" they couldn't shake off.

My immediate response to my sister? A swift "1."

Aren't the new, exotic succubi more appealing? Who still cares for these two rejects?

The ear-splitting argument from next door had me utterly frozen.

My phone screen glowed, displaying a message from my sister, received half a minute ago.

Autumn, havent you gotten tired of those two succubi yet?

Your big sis found a new one for you abroad. Tall, strong stamina. If you want him, reply with a 1.

My mind was a chaotic mess, yet my fingers seemed to have a will of their own, automatically tapping out a 1.

The phone rang almost instantly. I fumbled to answer it.

On the screen, my sisters smile was blindingly bright.

It was still broad daylight where she was, the sunlight stinging my eyes.

Seeing her familiar face, my nose suddenly ached, and tears began to stream down my cheeks.

It was only at this moment that I finally understood: the succubi Id nurtured for so long held no place for me in their hearts.

Neither of them did.

Oh, whats wrong? Whos been bothering my precious little sister? Is it Lysander or Lyall?

My sister sounded frantic on the other end, practically wishing she could climb through the phone line.

I wiped away my tears, a shaky laugh bubbling up.

Sis, their names are Lysander and Lyall.

My sister clearly didnt care that shed mixed up their names, her brow furrowed in a tight knot.

Who cares what those things are called, theyre just succubi. Who upset you? Your sister will book a flight back right now to sort them out.

I shook my head, quickly changing the subject, not wanting her to worry.

No one, theyre actually quite good to me. By the way, wheres that new succubus you mentioned?

My sisters grin was mischievous as she walked to the next room, phone in hand.

My little sis is finally coming out of her shell, huh? I remember you used to be so shy. I was worried you couldnt handle the two I left you back then.

My face flushed, but my heart was heavy with bitterness.

In truth, nothing had happened between us for the first six months after my sister left.

They were incredibly well-behaved then, bringing me tea and water every day, like premium housekeepers.

It wasn't until three months ago, when I'd had too much to drink at a friend's gathering, that Lysander, the older brother, took care of me.

Facing that face, too handsome to be human, I truly felt a stir in my heart.

Fueled by alcohol, we drew closer.

That night, Lysander was exceptionally attentive.

Once a succubus had a taste, they couldnt stay away. From then on, Lysander was in my room every night.

Initially, Lyall, the younger brother, would watch the show from the sidelines, often making me blush intensely.

But as he saw Lysander and me growing closer, his expression grew darker by the day.

Half a month later, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He climbed into my bed, declaring that there shouldn't be favoritism.

Lyall was even clingier than his brother, confessing his affection multiple times a day, wanting to be glued to me twenty-four-seven.

They often squabbled for my attention, and I used to find it rather sweet.

I thought we would just continue living like that.

Until the day before yesterday, when my sister called, saying shed be back next week.

I immediately heard the sound of a shattering glass in the living room.

I looked up to see Lysander frowning as he swept the floor. Lyall had dropped a milk glass, and both their expressions were strangely off.

From that evening on, they stopped coming into my room.

At the time, I was too excited about my sister's return to think much of it.

It wasn't until just now, when I vaguely heard arguing from next door.

Youre not even bothering to pretend anymore? Autumn slept alone again today.

Lysanders voice was as cool and restrained as ever, sounding particularly ascetic.

Arent you the same? Sister Leigh is coming back. Of course, I need to wash off that clingy scent, so she doesnt find me distasteful.

Lyall said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Lysander seemed to be losing his patience.

Why are you in such a hurry? If we both leave, what if she goes crazy and bothers Sister Leigh? You stay here and keep an eye on things. Ill come get you in a bit.

Lyall exploded.

Brother, youre truly a hypocrite. If you want to stay, you stay. Im going back first. If you leave, that annoying clingy girl, Autumn Clarke, definitely wont let me go.

Their voices grew louder, and finally, they even started to fight physically.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my head buzzing, my heart aching as if it were being squeezed.

Annoying clingy girl, were they talking about me?

The one who had held me so tightly just a few days ago, refusing to let go C was that a ghost?

I sat there stunned for a long time until my sisters video call jiggled again.

Autumn, ready to drool?

I guarantee youll fall for him at first sight.

My sisters voice pulled me back to reality. She was excitedly knocking on the door next door.

Her antics managed to dispel a good deal of my sadness.

Is he really that handsome? I asked curiously.

My sister made a shushing gesture, and the next second, the door opened.

She held her phone up, switching the camera.

The image blurred for a moment, and then I felt my heart skip a beat.

The man on the screen had deep blue eyes and soft-looking brown curly hair. His face was as exquisitely sculpted as a work of art.

Even though Id seen many handsome men, at that moment, I felt a little dizzy.

I paid a fortune to find this one for you. You should be happy to have such a good sister.

My sister smirked like a cunning fox and handed the phone directly to the man.

Hayden Blackwell, this is my sister, Autumn Clarke.

She paused intentionally. From today, shes your mistress.

My face instantly flushed crimson, right down to my neck.

Hello.

The man stared at the phone for a few seconds. His voice was incredibly magnetic, instantly reassuring.

Mistress.

I almost bit my tongue, hastily waving my hand.

No, no, no, just call me Autumn.

My sister burst into laughter on the other end. Hayden looked up at her, and I might have been mistaken, but my sister immediately stifled her laughter.

She glanced at me guiltily and quietly slipped towards the door.

You two chat, build some rapport. Ill come back for my phone later.

The man on the screen and I stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Fortunately, Hayden was quite perceptive. Noticing my slight discomfort, he started making conversation.

Not only was he handsome, but he spoke with a gentle cadence.

His voice, a soft hum in my ears, made my head feel light and fuzzy. I answered whatever he asked.

It wasn't until he chuckled softly that I snapped back to attention.

I asked you what kind of gift you wanted, and you just kept saying mm-hmm. What does that mean?

My face was hot enough to fry an egg.

Id been so busy staring at his face, I hadnt heard a word he said.

Just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door, and my sisters voice came through the phone.

Alright, alright, youll have plenty of time to chat when I get back. Give me my phone, I want to play games.

Hayden gave me a somewhat helpless wave.

Good night, Autumn.

The knocking outside the door grew more urgent, so I could only hang up and open it.

The moment the door swung open, Lysanders hand, poised to knock again, froze mid-air.

Lyall was hunched over, peeking through the door crack, and completely unprepared for my sudden opening. He tumbled face-first onto the floor.

Lysander withdrew his hand, his expression calm, but his tone was gentle.

Not asleep yet?

Seeing the bruise on his chin, the last flicker of warmth in my heart died out.

My mind replayed their argument from earlier.

Seeing my silence, Lyall scrambled up from the floor, his hand reaching for my arm.

Who were you talking to just now? Why was there a mans voice in the middle of the night?

With that, he tried to snatch my phone.

Lyall was incredibly possessive and wild.

In the past, hed scowl if I spoke to a neighbor for too long, sulk all night if I went out for dinner, and constantly check my phone.

This time, I didn't stop him. He snatched it, glanced at the contact name Sister, and his tense shoulders finally relaxed.

He didnt click to open the chat, returned the phone to me, his tone still a little guilty.

Oh, so you were talking to Sister Leigh. Why didnt you say so sooner?

At the mention of my sisters name, Lysanders eyes also changed, revealing an undisguised eagerness.

Autumn, did your sister say when shes coming back?

Is Sister Leigh getting home next week?

The two succubi spoke in unison, and the air suddenly became incredibly quiet.

Watching their impatient expressions, I suddenly found it a little funny.

All their previous tenderness had been an act. I had been foolish enough to believe it was true love.

The sweet nothings succubi whispered in bedit turned out not even a single punctuation mark could be trusted.

Shes coming back next week. I replied calmly.

Lyall was younger and couldnt hide his feelings. His eyes lit up instantly.

So shell come straight to your place then

Lysander quickly pulled him back. Although he was trying to restrain himself, the corners of his mouth still curved upwards.

Alright, well go pick her up together.

Hesitating, he then looked at me and said, Autumn, you dont look so good. Are you feeling unwell?

Lysander reached out to touch my forehead, but I sidestepped, shutting the bedroom door.

Im fine.

I heard Lyall whisper outside the door, Brother, she wasnt asleep just now, was she? Did she hear everything we said?

Lysander didnt reply, just pulled him away.

I collapsed onto my bed, letting out a long sigh.

I remembered the first time I saw them, at my sisters estate.

My sister was in a hurry to go abroad, and these two succubi, freshly delivered, were to be returned.

I completely forgot I even ordered these two.

Lysander remained silent, but Lyalls eyes immediately welled up with tears, looking incredibly pitiful.

Id heard that if succubi were returned, theyd be sent for reconditioning, a process said to be extremely painful.

So when my sister suggested giving them to me, I softened and agreed.

My sister was quite surprised then, as my personality had always been rather conservative.

But she still warned me, Succubi are just trinkets for amusement, dont get too attached. You can make do with these two for now, and Ill find you better ones later.

I closed my eyes, my mind replaying Lyalls words, annoying clingy girl.

Perhaps my sister was right; they truly were just disposable.

The next morning, Lysander had already prepared breakfast.

Lyall bounced out of his room, card in hand.

Brother, lets go.

He looked up and saw me, his smile instantly freezing.

Lysander and I are going to buy some new clothes. Do you want to come along?

Lysander tried to smooth things over.

I averted my gaze, walking straight to the dining table.

You two go ahead.

Lysander frowned, reaching out again to touch my head.

You seem a little out of sorts today. Are you sick?

I dodged him again, taking a sip of milk.

Lysanders hand hung in the air, but Lyall pulled him away.

Then you eat slowly; well be back soon.

Lysander glanced back at me, his eyes full of confusion. I kept my head down, staring at my cup, ignoring him.

I'd made up my mind last night: when my sister returned, I would send them back, exactly as they were.

As for what would happen to them afterward, that was their own fate.

After all, their service contract was still with my sister.

The moment they left, I tossed out all their toothbrushes and towels that were in my room.

Just then, Hayden video-called me. Seeing his handsome face, my mood instantly brightened.

Indeed, looking at a gorgeous man was the best remedy for a gloomy mood.

My sister always called me a shy, quiet girl, but today I chatted with Hayden for over three hours without feeling tired.

Autumn, I bought your favorite candied hawthorn.

Lyall burst through the front door like a cheerful puppy, clutching a bag.

I have something else to attend to, so Ill hang up now. Your gift has already been shipped.

Haydens voice came from the phone, and Lyalls smile vanished instantly.

He rushed over in three strides, reaching out to snatch my phone.

Autumn Clarke! Who are you fooling around with while were not home? Why is there a mans voice in the middle of the night?

I calmly slipped my phone into my pocket, taking the bag of candied hawthorn.

Lysander followed, carrying shopping bags, as Lyall glared and complained.

Brother! Autumn Clarke was talking to a man on the phone while we were out, and she wouldnt let me see!

Lysander was relatively composed, shoving the bags into Lyalls arms.

Its good that she has her own social circle.

Lyall paused, looked at the bags in his hands, then at me, as if understanding something.

His expression softened slightly.

I scoffed inwardly. Lysander was telling his brother that as long as someone else was occupying me, they could naturally make their escape.

He was truly overthinking it; I had no intention of stopping them in the first place.