The Guy Next Door to the Heroine

11 – How to raise a succubus?

I happen to be riding cocoa at the succubus’ house. I don’t know why.

I found some cocoa powder in the living room of this succubus who was living like a junkie, and all I did was dissolve it in warm milk and give it to her.

“This, this, this… Ta, ta, warm nose, this is my first time with cocoa…”

Sniff, sniff. The crying doesn’t stop.

If cocoa is warm, why is it crying? I haven’t done anything yet!

‘Doing nothing (breaking into a home, looking naked, being caught masturbating, screaming) is real (fake)’

Uh… Maybe?

“Stop crying now.”

“Phew!”

When I told him to stop crying, he even blew his nose and made a fuss. However, because of the prejudice that I am a succubus, there are times when I am treated harshly. If I get angry here, I become a ‘cuckin’ raceist!’

“I know that you have a serious communicative disorder. But that doesn’t mean you can do that in broad daylight.”

Have you tried speaking a little softly? It is clear at a glance that it is useless.

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“Hyung…”

My pupils got bigger and I thought, ‘I’m surprised!’ Then, the crying, which had barely stopped, bursts out again.

“This is not at the level of communism.”

What is loosely called communism is a communication disorder.

Well, communism itself refers to a communication disorder, but I think it is better than calling it a disability outright.

Communication disorders are usually seen as having congenital causes. Things like developmental disabilities or poor hearing. Acquired cases are generally mutism.

TMI was long, but it can’t be helped. First of all, one of my acquaintances was a hikikomori who was communicative. Now that I’ve overcome it, I’m sure… Did you say you’re going to broadcast it?

Well, even if you overcome it, the life you used to live doesn’t go anywhere. Although she’s like a ghost who won’t contact you even after she dies.

Anyway, communication disorder and communication disorder have almost the same meaning, but since it is a different country’s language, it has the advantage of sounding a little more purified.

Now that I think about it, this guy…

“Ugh…”

“It looks similar.”

“Hike!”

Surprised by the sound of words, he wraps his arms around his body, and makes strange moans. Even a habitual defensive temperament that overreacts to every small action.

“I’m sorry. There’s no way a succubus like you with a communicative disorder would have met a man.”

“Uh… Me, me, me, me too…! Me, man, man! Meet…!”

“Don’t overdo it.”

Well, you must have met a lot of men. On porn sites. Have you ever seen how many there are in a day?

Isn’t it…? At this rate, there is a possibility that I seriously only saw lilies. I think you’re afraid of men.

“Ugh…!”

Wow, puff out your cheeks.

Now, I feel more at ease because I was treated a little better. Still, I’m glad it doesn’t seem to be a serious case.

‘Androphobic succubus (not a serious case)’

… I was wrong.

Hmm, fortunately, this girl is a wild succubus who seems to have never been betrayed. Why wild? You haven’t been tamed.

Anyway. That happens often. If it is common, it is a very common case. Well, the Japanese Menheras are like that too.

Until the world changed, they were called ‘Toyoko Kids.’ I don’t know what’s going on here. Anyway.

‘Do I have a friend now?!’

This is what I think.

‘There are people who like people like me!’

If you have the same thoughts and are betrayed… It gets a little worse. Even more so if it is swallowed up by sweet water and then thrown away.

In the weak case, suicide, in the severe case, double suicide.

Some people may find this frustrating, but this is not a matter of nature; time is the answer.

I don’t know how to repay the favor I received for the first time.

‘Ah, let’s do what we can!’

I was overcharged by this feeling.

‘Huh? Is this right? ‘It’s too much… Let’s not think like this!’

The same self-defense system turns the happiness circuit around. If it overheats and burns out, it’s already over.

So what is the solution? You need to take care of it with interest.

It may be because of nature.

‘OO is a baby…’

The baby needs to be taken care of.

Anyway, I’m not saying this is that baby, but it’s probably more difficult than that baby. A succubus with a sick mind.

“Hey, do you suck?”

“… Hibb…”

I whimpered in silence and then passed out. This is definitely my fault.

You just said you need to be careful, but the first thing you say is, ‘Does this suck?’

Wow, really f*ck. I don’t think my life is normal either.

Anyway, this is something I don’t want to be misunderstood. The reason I asked if it was ugly was just to use fixation.

Even though a succubus is a living creature, it is not in heat 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. A brilliant hit is bound to come… This is what it means.

And I have a s*xual desire during that time. It was an attempt to fix ‘Kolrimdo’.

To simply say it is s*xual desire, the partner is a succubus or dreamer, so the mental s*xual desire and the physical desire do not match.

“Surely, even though I fainted, I wouldn’t be horny…?”

Believing that this will be the case, I am fixating on the current level of ‘Kollimdo’.

When you look around the room where the succubus lies, there is no such thing as a mess. And I was a bit obsessive-compulsive.

It’s not like I’m a crazy obsessive-compulsive disorder or anything like that, but it’s simple.

I don’t like things that are scattered, I like symmetry between the top, bottom, left and right, and I like clean places. A mild impulse.

Once it is noticed, you have to do it right away. Even if you don’t pay attention, they look at you like you’re fascinated, but it’s not that bad.

“They show it openly.”

Coogung! A pig pen that seems to have the same sound effect. Although you can’t smell it because the smell is blocked, there are wads of toilet paper and dirty clothes that seem thick. Leftover frozen food and cup noodles. And a dirty succubus who doesn’t know when she last washed.

“Haa…”

This is my third time seeing this scene. Let’s get rid of the toilet paper first.

I took all the rolls of toilet paper, fastened them to everything except the succubus, the house, and the toilet paper, and turned on the lighter.

Since I have no intention of creating a pillar of fire, I only set the temperature to rise.

Red, orange, yellow. I stare blankly at the slowly changing colors.

“Adjustment failed again…”

I thought it was definitely orange, but it turned yellow. The reason why it is difficult to control the force of a lighter is simple. If you don’t turn it off every 0.N seconds, the temperature will rise in an instant.

It doesn’t matter because it’s fixed. But it doesn’t feel good… Since it has already failed, it raises the temperature further and creates a blue fire rather than white.

Because this is cleaner.

If you burn these dirty tissues like this, toilet paper cleaning is over. What happens if you burn toilet paper? Choking?

The fire I make does not emit any harmful substances. Because it was fixed.

Nevertheless, fire comes out in accordance with the nature of the lighter. Because I fixed it.

Unlimited durability, unlimited fuel. Because I fixed it.

“Stop fooling around.”

One trash can burns enough tissues to fill it. Leave the evaporated tissues behind, cool the remaining traces of the tissues with ice, and then sweep them away with a vacuum cleaner.

“Why did he buy a vacuum cleaner that he couldn’t use?”

Thanks to you, I can write so well. Well, I guess it’s a personal matter.

Anyway, if you throw away the leftover food, throw away the containers, burn off any foreign substances on the floor, and then attach the suction power to the vacuum cleaner, all foreign substances other than those attached will be sucked in.

“Do the dishes yourself…”

Since I am not a housekeeper, I only did things that were simple. Since dishwashing is difficult even for my ability, I tend to keep the dishes themselves clean before using them.

If you bake a fixed plate at a high temperature of approximately 15,000 degrees Celsius, a completely sterilized plate will come out. It is fixed and used. Then, even if oil gets on it, it will be washed off with water. Just rinse the sauce or oil with water and leave it in the cupboard.

Was it TMI again? I really need to get rid of this habit of talking to myself… But it doesn’t work.

“Then, what should I do with this?”

What should I do? What should I do? You have to suck it hard.

Take the succubus, put him in the bathtub, and adjust the water temperature in the shower to the appropriate temperature.

Because I don’t have any clothes to take off anyway. After pouring the water in, what should I do with this mop-like head?

Pump the shampoo twice and wash off the scalp. I didn’t know how long I had washed it, and it wasn’t even that far, but I didn’t have enough shampoo, so I washed it twice more, and more, and more…

“How can you use half a bottle of shampoo to wash your hair once?”

I didn’t even think about fixing it. Because it’s so dirty.

After washing my hair once or twice more, I wash my body with body wash.

“I guess I’ll have to peel it off too.”

Fortunately, there were towels to wipe away the dirt. There’s a lot of stuff in this guy that he doesn’t even wash. Treatments include essence oil, rinse, and vaginal cleansing.

How did you know? Because it’s written.

First of all, there was no way he would have bought these if he lived alone. He? You live by washing?

Phew! Cheong said, ‘Are you going to attack me too?!’ It sounds as shocking as it did.

… Since it’s coming, let’s just wash up.

It was soaked in water to remove as much dead skin cells as possible. It wasn’t my intention, but it reminded me of myself rubbing myself when I was in heat, so I washed it with feminine cleanser.

Treatment and essence oil for hair. I also applied oil to my body and let the moisture evaporate.

It looks like a succubus, but after washing it off, it looks fine. Well, I knew it looked pretty.

“Well, it’s worth watching.”

Is this the mind of a sculptor carving a statue? Nodding, I search through my closet to find some clothes to wear to that damn succubus.

“Hmm…”

There are some clothes that don’t match at first glance, but they are women’s clothes. Do they even have sisters?

Anyway, just find the right clothes and put them on and you’re done.

I feel like a real nanny…

“Ugh…”

And the succubus came to her senses.