Chapter 1: Kicked, Mocked, and Bound
You know, if I had a nickel for every time I woke up as a succubus in a horror game, I’d have... well, just this one. But here I am: digital horns, a tail, and a stat sheet that screams "support NPC" louder than any demon ever could.
You’d think that’d make me the big bad or at least the main troublemaker, right? Ha. Not even close. Try being just another backup character in a world where everyone’s out to win and nobody wants to carry dead weight. Yeah, that’s my reality. Go ahead, laugh. I would too, if I weren’t living it.
After the player called me dirty and kicked me to the curb, the streamer chat absolutely detonated:
*user123*: *Girl, go latch onto the biggest flirt on the server. Trust me, just call him 'Boss' once and he’ll probably rip the Demon Lord’s head off and hand it to you. LUL*
The chat was savage, but in that weirdly hype way—like a peanut gallery of trolls who just wanted the fireworks, didn’t matter who got burned. Seriously, I could almost see them now: rolling their eyes, popcorn buckets in hand, just waiting for the next trainwreck. I let out a silent sigh. Typical.
Right now, the top-ranked player was going off, trash-talking with that cocky grin:
"When you were bawling like a lost puppy under the banshee’s skirt while the pro was clearing the level, what exactly were you doing, huh?"
"Even a sidekick can speedrun horror games. Why do I need you yapping here? Just saying."
His voice was smooth—had that swagger only the top dogs can pull off. Half teasing, half daring you to step up and get smacked down. The chat went ballistic, spamming pogchamps and inside memes.
Me: "Boss."
Everything stopped cold. The trash talk, the chat, even my own breath. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
He paused. The room went silent. The contract locked in, and he arched a brow, shooting a sly look at the chat before firing back:
"Didn’t the streamer say not to bind a familiar? Eh, this little lady saw me carrying and wanted to tag along—can you blame me? Yeah, I didn’t think so."
Me: "..."
I just stared. Was this really happening?
*Great acting.*
If only you could do something about that heart-shaped cowlick sticking up on your head, you’d be perfect. I rolled my eyes. Figures.
I’m an NPC in a horror game. My ID badge? Succubus. Real original, right?
Succubi are familiars—a support class, not a boss. We’re here to help the players, not haunt their dreams. At least, that’s what the rules say.
And my succubus card at this stage? Completely useless. Other than looking pretty, I’ve got nothing going for me. Yeah, I know, glamorous, right?













