I am kissing Olivia. It's fervent, desperate, and entirely consuming.Our tongues explore every inch of each other, a rhythmic dance that feels more like a hunger than an act of affection."Mmhh... aah..."The sound of her moan vibrates through my own chest.We break the kiss just long enough to breathe, but even the air feels charged.A silver string of saliva stretches between our lips, a glistening bridge in the dim light.My head is spinning, my pulse drumming a frantic beat against my ribs."So, do you like it?" Olivia asks. Her voice is a silk ribbon, winding around my senses.She locks her hands around my neck, pulling me closer until there isn't any gap left between us."Yes... I like it very much." My own voice sounds foreign—deeper, rasping with a need I don't fully recognize.I move my hand over her curves, the contact sending jolts of electricity up my arm."Let's continue," Olivia whispers, a predatory glint in her green eyes. She dives back into my mouth, reciming me.But we aren't alone. As we lose ourselves in the friction and the heat, a third voice drifts in from the shadows behind us."Ahh, not good, Mom. I also want to kiss Onii-chan."The innocence of the words cshes violently with the heavy atmosphere.Chloe appears behind me, her small frame radiating a warmth of its own.She tches onto my back, her arms wrapping around my chest while she nips pyfully at the sensitive skin of my neck."Haha, okay." Olivia breaks the kiss, a pyful smirk dancing on her lips as she creates space. "You can kiss him while I try another dish."She doesn't pull away entirely. Instead, she moves downward, her hands sliding down my torso with agonizing slowness.She settles between my legs, her intent clear."Olivia, wai—"The protest dies in my throat.Before I can find the strength to stop the spiraling madness, Chloe presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is different—softer, yet filled with a desperate longing that makes my heart beat faster.Below, I feel the cool air hit my skin as Olivia lowers my pants. Her touch is direct, electric.She gives me a slow, deliberate lick. My eyes widen, my fingers digging into the bedding as the pleasure reaches a breaking point—. . . . . .GASPHAAH HAAHI wake with a violent gasp, my body jerking upward as if I've been electrocuted.My breath comes in ragged, shallow stabs.For a moment, I don't know where I am.The room is spinning, the remnants of the dream clinging to my skin like a second yer of sweat.I'm trembling, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my sternum.'What the hell was that?'I lift a shaking hand to my lips, half-expecting to find them wet. The taste of them—Olivia's sweetness, Chloe's softness—is still ghosting across my tongue.Downside, the physical evidence of the dream is unavoidable. I'm painfully hard, the blood rushing through my veins with a prehistoric urgency.I force myself to look around, desperate for the grounding reality of the mundane.I'm in my room. The familiar posters, the stack of books, the scent of old wood.Chloe is fast asleep in her own bed across the room, her breathing steady and peaceful.The digital clock on the nightstand glows with a harsh, red light: 02:30.Beyond the window, the world is swallowed by a thick, midnight darkness.I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force my heart rate down.'Rex. It was just a dream.'But as I try to settle, a different sensation begins to grow.It starts deep in my abdomen—a slow-burning ember that rapidly fans into a fme.It's the heat of arousal fever, the same "fever" I felt back in the forest.Nova, I call out in the silence of my mind, my mental voice tight with arm. 'What is happening to me? Why does it feel like I'm burning from the inside out?'Instead of a direct reply, a semi-transparent violet screen flickers into existence before my eyes, hovering in the darkness.[Status Window]Name: Harry VedmanLevel: 2 (EXP: 05/20)Race: Lesser IncubiTitle: N/ACurrent Condition: Slightly unstable[Attributes]STR: 14 AGI: 15STM: 13OJAS (Energy): 15/60HP (Health): 150/150Bnk points: 2It is mostly the same except for a few things that caught my attention.Nova, why did my OJAS drop to 15? I only used Lesser Hypnosis once tonight. It should be at least 50, shouldn't it?Amethyst text scrolls across the interface, silent and indifferent.[Harry, the missing Ojas is being used as fuel to maintain your human disguise.]I freeze. The memory of our earlier conversation ripples back to me.Nova had mentioned that maintaining this facade—hiding what I've become—wouldn't be free.But how much are you taking? I demand. I'm almost running on empty here![To maintain your disguise, approximately 6 Ojas is consumed per hour.]I start doing the math.I asked Nova to trigger the disguise around 09:30 p.m. before I saw my family. It's now 02:35 a.m. That's roughly five hours.Five hours... six Ojas each... that's 30. Plus the 10 I burned using the skill on that creep earlier. That's 40.I check the window again. 15/60.Wait, that's still five Ojas unaccounted for. Are you skimming off the top, Nova?[Negative. The additional 5 Ojas is the fixed cost used to suppress and hide your physical demonic traits: the horns and the tail.]"Oh, okay," I whisper, the sound of my own voice cracking in the quiet room. "So that's why they aren't visible."I stare at that '15' until it feels like it's burned into my retinas. I don't know whether to ugh at the absurdity of it or break down in tears.I'm a supernatural predator who's about to run out of "battery" in the middle of his own bedroom.'And what does 'current condition' mean, and why is it showing slightly unstable?' I asked about the second thing that is different from before.['Current Condition', here implies your condition.]'Yeah, I can guess, Sherlock. I am asking you to eborate about it.'[Harry, there is no Sherlock here, but if you want, then I can eborate on it for you.] I sighed.'That was just a sarcasm, Nova. And pls eborate it for me.'[Okay. 'Current Condition' refers to your physiological stability as a Lesser Incubus. There are four primary states:][1. Normal/Stable: Your body is saturated with OJAS and Vitality. HP is at maximum capacity, and OJAS is above 50% threshold.][2. Slightly Unstable: Your OJAS reserves have dropped below the 50% threshold. Heightened libido begins to manifest as the body seeks replenishment.][3. Unstable: OJAS has reached a critical level of 1 point. Drastic measures need to be initiated. It is advised to immediately replenish the OJAS.][4. LUST Berserk: When Ojas reaches 1, and no external source is found, the Incubus physiology begins an emergency conversion. HP is converted to OJAS at a rate of 5 HP to 1 OJAS. If HP drops below 50% during this state, the prefrontal cortex is bypassed. The mind loses control to primal instincts, resulting in a 'Lust Frenzy'.]The text continues to scroll, but my heart has already stopped.[Normally organism cannot survive if Ojas reaches 0. The conversion is automatic and cannot be toggled off manually once it begins. Anything else you want to ask?]My mind feels like a beehive that's just been kicked.I stare at the ceiling, if I follow Nova's logic... in less than three hours, my body is going to start eating itself.And if I still haven't "fed"—fucked anybody—I'm going to turn into a mindless animal. Right here. In a house with my mother and sister.No. No, no, no.Panic, sharp and cold, cuts through the heat. I can't let that happen. I have to stop the bleed.Nova, cancel the disgui—The thought stalls. My eyes drift to the side, nding on Chloe.