When Your Incubus Burns With Jealousy Novel by Sugar Nyfe _ Novel




When Your Incubus Burns With Jealousy Chapter 01

I bought myself a companion-type Incubus and pestered him almost every day for some IRL action.
But he refused every single time.
I racked my brains trying to tame him; besides preparing to force myself on him, I even went to consult customer service.
To my surprise, the customer service rep just kept apologizing profusely.
[Sorry, dear. We've verified that the wrong item was shipped to you. He is a domestic-type Incubus and does not provide sexual services!]
[Please absolutely do not get overly intimate with him again. According to the law, an Incubus cannot be forced at will. Otherwise, when the Incubus reaches his breaking point, he will suddenly lose control and endanger your personal safety!]
A cold sweat broke out on my back, and I immediately threw Andrew's pillow and blanket out of my room.
Unexpectedly, the man acted completely out of character and took the initiative to knock on my door.
His voice was hoarse, carrying a faint, imperceptible heaviness:
"What does this mean? You don't need me to keep you company anymore?"
"Y-yes."
My eyes darted around as a wave of shame kept rising. I stumbled over my words to cover it up: "I haven't been resting well lately, so I want to sleep alone."
Andrew looked at me for a short while, his handsome brows furrowing, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
He turned around and went to the guest bedroom.
Seeing him agree so readily, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a tiny pang of sadness in my heart.
Actually, all along, I could sense Andrew's resistance toward me.
He didn’t like intimate contact and kept turning down my advances.
Sleeping with me was something he only agreed to do because I shamelessly badgered and threatened him.
I had put on my authoritative air as his master, warning him that if he didn't share a room with me, I would get another Incubus. Only then did he move in with a sour face.
Even so, Andrew always kept his distance when sleeping, always curling up and turning his back to me.
I always thought I had drawn a hidden, slow-burn type of Incubus that needed to be slowly won over and carefully strategized.
Who knew he was actually an inviolable, chaste and decent man!
And that he truly felt nothing for me!
Whenever I thought about how I had acted like a sex-starved fiend toward Andrew these past few months, my face burned with shame.
The customer service rep's messages came in again at this moment.
[Dear, we are truly sorry. It was our negligence, so please don't leave us a bad review o(╥﹏╥)o]
[Can we arrange a full refund for you?]
"No need."
I replied, feeling a sense of loss: "Although he can't be my companion, he is still excellent in other aspects."
Because Andrew was indeed an all-rounder in housework. He knew how to steam fluffy and soft Sweet Milk Bread Rolls, how to wash the complete bedding set until it smelled wonderful, and even how to wash my hair so the ends wouldn't split.
I was already finding it a bit hard to leave him.
[Okay, understood, dear. Then we will send you a replacement companion-type Incubus •̆₃•̑]
I was shamefully tempted by this proposal. After all, from the very beginning, I had wanted a companion-type Incubus.
If I can’t sleep with Andrew, then hooking up with another guy shouldn’t be a problem, right?
I quickly replied "OK" to the customer service rep.
The bitterness and sadness in my heart also faded quite a bit.

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