The Stingy Mavis

Over the past four years, Linlin had more than once thought about how wonderful it would be if she could repair her Succubus Heart.

She had tried countless methods, but without exception, none gave her even the slightest hope.

Until today.

Fate really had a twisted sense of humor.

At the very moment she needed the Succubus Heart the least, it was forcibly fused back together by some strange power.

Along with it, all the desire she had suppressed for years was suddenly ignited.

Linlin’s restraint and avoidance seemed to trigger something strange in Mavis.

Mavis climbed onto the bed, slowly approaching Linlin like a beast closing in on its prey.

Lust truly deserved its name as a deadly sin.

No matter how rational or gentle a person usually was, once consumed by lust, the raw aggression and instinct they displayed was no different from that of a wild animal.

“Don’t… Mavis…” Linlin said weakly.

She hadn’t even figured anything out yet how could things become like this so suddenly?

No. Absolutely not.

But no matter how firm her resolve was, her body seemed to betray her.

Or rather—her subconscious did.

After all, it was Mavis.

Four years together, so familiar… what was there to refuse?

“This is too much… how can you…”

Linlin’s remaining consciousness struggled to resist, even lifting her leg to push Mavis away.

Because she had just made Linlin angry earlier, Mavis forced herself to stay somewhat clear-headed, trying to determine whether Linlin truly didn’t want this—or if it was just playful resistance.

If Linlin genuinely didn’t want it, she wouldn’t force her.

The judgment was simple.

Linlin’s foot landed on her face.

Mavis didn’t dodge.

She felt the strength light, almost like tuning an instrument.

Delighted, she grabbed Linlin’s pale ankle and pulled her closer.

“Wait… don’t…”

Linlin panicked, but she was helpless.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to push harder she simply couldn’t.

Damn it… she already said no…couldn’t you control yourself a little?

Linlin felt a bit annoyed.

Normally, Mavis wouldn’t hesitate.

After all, Linlin had once told her that in bed, she didn’t need to hold back.

In the beginning, when Linlin said “no,” Mavis would stop immediately only to be scolded.

“Idiot, saying no is praising you. It doesn’t mean no.”

But today, Mavis stayed cautious.

She decided to test again.

Pulling Linlin beneath her, she brushed her ponytail aside, supporting herself with one hand while the other reached for the buttons on Linlin’s sleepwear.

“Linlin, I’m going to unbutton this, okay?”

“Don’t—”

Linlin panicked, reaching out to grab Mavis’ hand.

This was her last chance.

She had to stop her.

She couldn’t lose what she considered her “first time” like this.

‘Got it.’

Linlin felt a brief sense of relief.

Surely now Mavis would understand.

But the first button came undone anyway.

‘Huh? Wait—no! You can’t!’

Linlin “struggled,” trying to stop her.

But in her current state… was that really struggling?

To Mavis, it felt more like Linlin’s fingers were gently tracing her hand—almost inviting her.

By the time all the buttons were undone, Mavis was completely convinced—

This was a fake “no.”

After all—what kind of real refusal involved instinctively wrapping her legs around Mavis’ waist?

Linlin nearly cried.

This wasn’t what she wanted.

It was her body the muscle memory Mavis had carved into her over four years.

Mavis continued, slowly removing the rest of her clothing.

Linlin shut her eyes in despair.

If Mavis wasn’t doing this intentionally…
then she couldn’t blame her.

After all—
who would believe a “no” when the body responded like this?

This might become the happiest night of Linlin’s life—

And also the most despairing.

Pleasure in the body.

Despair in the mind.

Her first real experience of desire happening at the worst possible time.

She hadn’t even figured out whether Mavis was truly Mavis.

She was exhausted.

Forget it.

Linlin stopped resisting.

Her body rejoiced finally, after all this time…

As a succubus, she was already eighteen—yet had never truly experienced it.

If it were anyone else, maybe she could still endure.
But this was Mavis.

After everything they’d been through… why pretend now?

She wasn’t truly unwilling—

But there was still a trace of unwillingness in her heart.

…But…

Sigh… forget it…

She let herself sink into desire.

Just this once—

Let her indulge.

“Hehe… Linlin…”

Linlin wrapped her arms around Mavis’ neck.

Mavis immediately knew—she had interpreted it correctly.

If she stopped now, Linlin would probably call her an “idiot” again.

She really was smart.

The moment was about to tip over—

Suddenly, Mavis noticed something at the corner of Linlin’s eye.

“Tears? Linlin, you’re crying?”

She gently wiped them away, a strange sadness stirring within her.

But Linlin, already lost in desire, couldn’t respond only seeking more closeness instinctively.

“Mm…”

Soft sounds escaped her lips as she nuzzled against Mavis’ palm.

Anyone who could resist this—[thumbs up].

At first, Mavis wanted to ignore it.

After all, Linlin in her arms was warm and soft—why think about anything else?

But in the end—

She activated her “super intelligence.”

Super intelligence presented multiple choices.

The first go through with it.

It would give Linlin an imperfect happiness, but life was rarely perfect anyway.

It might even ease her recent unease.

Love alone wasn’t enough it needed something more to sustain it.

Linlin had endured so much already.

She deserved this.

The second—

Endure.

Linlin was emotionally vulnerable right now.

Taking advantage of that might break something important.

Enduring meant preserving her strength—

Even if it meant dealing with her anger later.

The only benefit Linlin could have a truly perfect first experience someday.

The third—

“Forget all this—I’ll just destroy Holderma! Destroy the world!”

…Unfortunately, not an option.

So Mavis hesitated between the first and second.

“Dear… kiss…”

Linlin tilted her head, seeking her again.

Mavis avoided it.

“I like soft Linlin.

But I also like strong Linlin, sarcastic Linlin—even little Linlin.

No matter which version of Linlin… I like them all.

No matter what you become… I’ll still like you.

So—I choose the second option.

Even if you call me an idiot… I want to respect you.”

Linlin couldn’t process any of that.

She only followed instinct.

“Hey—Linlin, don’t come closer!”

Linlin felt a bit annoyed.

Before, she was always forced now that she was willingly leaning in, suddenly she wasn’t allowed?

Stingy Mavis.

Was letting her have a few bites really that hard?

“Ah—”