His Incubus Hunger, My Heartbreak

Jack, my boyfriend, is a high-level lust incubus allergic to ordinary people. Only his childhood sweetheart can satisfy him.

To prove his love for me, he is passionately entwined with his childhood sweetheart each time, yet calls out my name.

One day, I accidentally opened an encrypted file he had named "Eternal Love."

But what I saw was a wedding video from seven years ago, featuring him and his little childhood sweetheart.

In disbelief, I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, only to be slipped the most potent aphrodisiac.

As my body burned with unbearable heat, I overheard Jack and his friends laughing without restraint.

"Emily's easier to fool than a dog."

"If I can make her stay chaste for me for eight years, I can make her keep an empty bed for life."

Everyone jeered at me for being an old maid.

But some were confused.

"Bro, if you don't love Emily, why not just break up with her?"

Jack tilted his head to deeply kiss his childhood sweetheart, his gaze cold and sharp."If it weren't for her back then, Cynthia's brother would never have died. I want to punish her for Cynthia's sake for the rest of her life."

Years of affection were just his meticulously planned revenge.

My heart was shattered, and I left for three years.

Three years later, I encountered Jack again.

His body was emaciated, his eyes dim, looking as if he'd been starving for a long time. He grabbed my neck, about to kiss me.

"Emily, I'll never do anything to make you unhappy again. Can we continue our relationship?"

His eyes were full of me.

But I glanced at the little girl beside me and smiled, saying, "Jack, I've been married for a while now."

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1

"Now, you may kiss the bride!"

As soon as the priest's words faded, Jack eagerly pulled his childhood sweetheart Cynthia into his arms.

Their lips and tongues intertwined in a passionate, fiery kiss.

Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding guests, Jack's hand had almost slipped under Cynthia's wedding gown, roaming over her fair thighs.

"That's enough, Jack, everyone's watching~"

At the critical moment, Cynthia stopped him with her coquettish voice, pressing his hand gently.

Jack, known as a ruthless predator of New York's financial district, revealed an indulgent smile at her and tightly embraced her slender waist.

"So what if everyone's watching?"

"We're married now! You're my wife, who else should I kiss?"

Before he finished speaking, they were locked in another deep kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth while his hands kneaded her buttocks incessantly.

On the screen, they appeared perfectly matched, as if made for each other by God.

Off-screen, my tears fell silently, splashing onto the $100,000 custom engagement ring I had prepared for Jack.

"Jack, my sweet, it's been two hours since I've had a taste of you!Emily, that bitch, treating me so cruelly. I just want to move out, boo-hoo.

Eight years of love, and my boyfriend is married - but not to me.

I forcefully wipe away the tear stains on my face, returning the notebook to its original state.

The next second, Jack, just back from Wall Street, bursts in with a furrowed brow.

"Emily, family should take care of each other."

"Cynthia is my sister. What's wrong with you, as the elder sister, doting on her a bit more?"

"You won't even make her a milkshake?"

Jack defends her as Cynthia peeks her head in from outside, giving me a challenging glance.

"Emily, I like my milkshakes really smooth. Remember to crush the ice cubes finer."

"Otherwise I can't drink it~"

As Cynthia speaks, her gaze lingers suggestively on Jack's bulging crotch, her smile both innocent and full of sexual innuendo: "Jack, am I right? I just love feeling something hard and big slowly melting in my mouth..."

Jack is a high-level lust incubus.

Normal food is useless to him; he can only replenish his energy through carnal interactions with women.But he was allergic to my body.

We had been in love for years, and he had countless naked encounters with Cynthia.

But with me, there was only ever spiritual connection.

He told me that an incubus's body held no value.

Even if he made love with Cynthia ten thousand times, his heart belonged only to me.

I loved him, so despite feeling like my heart was being ripped apart each time, I foolishly tolerated the countless scenes of him and Cynthia naked together, their bodies intertwined.

But now, looking at Jack's self-righteous face, I suddenly felt utterly exhausted.

"Jack, I'm not your maid, nor am I married to you."

"What family? That doesn't apply to me."

Seeing my unfriendly expression, Jack helplessly put his arm around my shoulders.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. I went too far."

"I'll make you a milkshake, okay?"

Jack walked towards the kitchen and opened the door.

A pungent burnt smell and billowing smoke instantly rushed out.

The kitchen was on fire.

Cynthia shoved me aside roughly, then threw herself into Jack's arms with a pitiful look, her voluptuous chest pressed tightly against his.

"Jack, it's fine if Emily doesn't want to make me a milkshake."Why did you have to set fire to the apartment?"

"If I hadn't come back today, would she have burned me to death?!"

I stumbled unexpectedly into the raging inferno, the skin on my calves immediately seared with an intense burning sensation.

I couldn't help but scream, crawling desperately towards the kitchen exit.

Jack suddenly raised his hand, firmly locking the kitchen door from the outside.

"Emily, those who hurt others end up hurting themselves."

"You better face this mess you've created, reflect on your actions, and figure out how to deal with Cynthia from now on!"