Chapter 1184: Do you love me.... Nightfire?: Part-1

Nightfire’s POV

"Do you love me? From the bottom of your heart?"

That was what he said to me... those words, spoken with such sincerity, such raw truth in his voice—like he meant every single syllable.... And he said it to someone like me.

I just stood there, staring at him.

How... how am I supposed to answer something like that?

Love?

Me?

I... I don’t even know what that means.

No, wait. I think... I think I’ve felt something like it before.

Yeah...

I remember it.

I felt it.... Those strange, alien emotions.

Unfamiliar sensations that didn’t belong to me. Emotions that clung to me like a whisper in the dark... emotions I didn’t understand, couldn’t own, couldn’t claim.

I felt it from Him...?

No... that’s not true. I did feel them.... From Ashara too.

But it was never truly mine.

It was always hers.

Her joy. Her love. Her happiness... all directed toward me. And yet, it always felt like I was watching it from the outside, like I was standing behind a glass wall, unable to reach it.

I watched her smile—bright and warm like the bright sky. I saw how she opened her heart to others, how she comforted, how she loved. I saw her tears when she hurt. I saw her sadness when the world turned cold.

I saw all of it.

But I never... truly felt any of it on my own.

Still, Ashara—despite knowing what I lacked—showed it all to me. Again and again. All of it... all those tender, aching feelings... and she gave them only to me. Just me. As if I was the only one who deserved it.

And I...

I don’t even have words for that.

I was hollow.

A shell.

Everyone looked at us like filth. Like trash, like dangerous whores just for being what we were—succubi.

No matter how much I screamed, no matter how loudly I shouted that Ashara wasn’t like me, that she wasn’t like that at all... no one ever listened.

She wasn’t corrupted.

She wasn’t tainted.

She was sweet, innocent, radiant in a way that made people turn their heads.

She was light in the darkness... And still, the world labeled her as some kind of sexual predator.

Just because of what she was born as. Even though she never did a damn thing wrong.

She never even gave in to the hunger.... She protected me instead.

She held back my urges. Kept me from spiraling. She was everything I wasn’t... and she was the only reason I kept going.

She was my reason to hope—for something better. For a chance at a real life.

So, I made the decision.

I chose to stay locked away inside, trapped... if it meant she could go out there and find happiness. I chose the academy for her, hoping she might find a path where no one would ever look at her like she was nothing but sex and sin.

That’s all I ever wanted.

For her to be happy.

To be free of this curse... this sickness called "succubus" that clings to us like chains. To not be looked at like meat—by men, by women, by everyone.

But then... it happened.

"You are discharging... mating hormones. Why?"

Those were the words she said... And she said them to that boy. That same boy who came out of nowhere and flipped everything upside down.

I remember the first time I saw him.

I hated him on sight.

He felt dangerous. Too confident. Too unpredictable. Like the kind of person who didn’t belong in our world—and wouldn’t hesitate to tear it apart.

I didn’t trust him.

Honestly, I was afraid he’d trick her. Use her. Break her.

I told her to stay away. He was hiding something, and I knew it. He even fooled the principal—got close to her, like it was nothing.

I didn’t want anything to do with it.

I didn’t want Ashara caught in some twisted mess. I didn’t want to deal with any of that chaos.

But still...

That girl. That foolish, sweet Ashara...

She kept going to him. Kept watching him. With curiosity in her eyes.

She didn’t fear him.

She wanted to understand him.

And slowly, I began to see something... something I never expected.

That man—he didn’t look at Ashara the way the others did.

He didn’t see her as a succubus... Not as a creature.... Not as a woman to lust over.

He looked her in the eyes like he saw her.

Just her... As a person.

As Ashara.

And that...

That made something inside me tremble.

It was a strange ache.... A heat I couldn’t define.

Ashara felt it too. I saw it in her smile. In her voice when she spoke about him. In the way she touched her chest, confused, when her heart started reacting.

She didn’t understand it either.

Maybe he judged us at first—maybe he was cautious, cold, like the rest.

But it changed. His gaze changed. His words softened. His hands didn’t tremble when he touched her, and he didn’t get aroused.

He touched her... and felt nothing.

And I...

I smiled.

For the first time in a long time, I smiled at a man.

Sigh... Fine... I grinned.

A wide, ridiculous, stupid grin.

Because for once... someone didn’t see us as monsters. As toys. As things to fuck and throw away.

and Yeah... I got aroused too!

He was fucking attractive.

My succubus instincts flared just being near him. My skin tingled. My body reacted. Every nerve awakened and reached out to him. I wanted to feel him, taste him, drown in him.

I thought... maybe I could finally be free from this curse.

I really did.

I tried to hold myself back. I didn’t give in to my trait, not at first. I watched. I waited. I kept my distance and observed his interactions with Ashara—watched how he treated her, how he spoke, how he looked at her.

And only after I was sure—after I was absolutely certain that he was kind, that he wasn’t faking it, that he wasn’t just another asshole trying to fuck a succubus—I finally brought it up to Ashara.

I talked to her about... fucking him.

Of course, she rejected the idea at first. She looked at me, wide-eyed, scared. She had just made a friend, someone who didn’t look at her like a creature or a toy, and now I was asking her to risk all that?

Victor—no, Aether—he was her friend at that point. A real one. If she acted on lust, if she offered herself... he might walk away forever.

It was a valid point.

But the problem was... I was painfully horny.

And I mean painfully.

My body ached for it. My trait wouldn’t calm down. My skin burned every time he got close, and the worst part?

That bastard had the audacity to touch my head—gently, casually—without the slightest hint of worry or desire, like I was just... normal.

He touched me like I was someone.

Do you know what that does to a succubus?

It drove me insane.

So, I kept talking to Ashara. Slowly, carefully, I persuaded her. I opened up about how bad it was, how I was suffering inside. And eventually also due the game we had in Pyra Empire... she gave in. Not because she wanted to lose him, but because she saw how much pain I was in.

And when she said yes, when she agreed to let me have this moment...

I smiled.

I felt this incredible relief, like I could finally breathe again. Like a prisoner being told the door was finally open.

Honestly, it was the most painful kind of joy.

It was like staring at your favorite dish after starving for years... only to be told you can’t eat it.

Still, there was this knot of worry in me.

What if he rejected me?

What if he turned away... and Ashara lost him forever because of what I did?

I was scared shitless.

I mean it.

I actually thought about backing off. About hiding, pretending this whole thing never happened.

But then...

Somehow, he found me.

I don’t know how. I have no idea how he realized I was inside Ashara’s body. But he knew. He called me out.

And in that moment... all I could think was—

All I wanted was his cock.

I wasn’t going to lie to myself anymore.

He accepted it.

And bro—what?

My whole mind exploded.

I was over the sky. I was flying in the stars. I was finally going to taste a cock.

My entire body lit up with hunger and anticipation. I started imagining it—every dirty detail. How I’d swallow him down, how my throat would stretch, how my pussy would be soaking wet, throbbing, begging for it.

How I’d take the pain and the pressure just to calm the storm inside me.

And then...

It all came crashing down.

He stopped.

He didn’t touch me. Didn’t fuck me. Just stared... and said he wanted to seduce me.

Seduce me?

Bro—what the actual fuck?

I was ready. Desperate. All he had to do was stick it in and finish the job.

That’s it. One thrust and I’d finally be free.

I was begging for it.

But he... wanted to seduce me?

Like a lover?

Like someone he cared about?

I hated it!

Yet...

A soft, stunned, helpless smile.

Because that was the moment something strange bloomed inside me. Like a flower that had been buried under ice and stone suddenly reaching for sky light.

Something fragile and warm... something I didn’t understand.

He made me feel it.

He made me feel... wanted.

Not as a succubus. Not as a hole. But as someone worth loving.

I’ve read stories before—about love at first sight. About overwhelming emotions and electric touches and heartbeats that skip when eyes meet.

I never believed them.

I never felt any of that shit.

I thought it was just fiction... Written by people who didn’t know what it was like to live like us.

But when he said those words... when he looked into my eyes and said he wanted to make love to me—not just fuck me—I felt it.

I didn’t realize it at the time.

But now I know.

That was love.

That was real.

Even though it was small... even though it was buried under years of pain and hunger and shame... it was there.

It was like a clump of mud in the middle of an endless ocean.