A strange girl
Today is a sunny day; the birds are singing. However, in the room of Mikle, a 17-year-old certified ISO 9001 virgin, it’s a hormonal storm. He gets up shirtless, wearing his Pikachu boxer shorts, with the determination of a shonen hero: 'Today, I become a man,' he says. He opens his window and takes a deep breath. 'The air smells of pollen, warmth... and sexual frustration.' He takes a shower and then sits down for breakfast. As he eats, he sadly bites into his spoon and mutters, “Even Tony the Tiger has lost his virginity.” He opens his laptop and types in his favorite website, only to be met with the message, “Access to this site has been revoked for exclusive use.” He bitterly exclaims, “Even the porn sites have ghosted me.” Frustrated, he lies down and tries to console himself, thinking, “Don’t worry, one day you'll also know the sweet thrill of physical intimacy.”After recovering, he decides to visit a different forum, one reminiscent of websites from the early 2000s. There, he encounters a profile named Lola59queen, a professional clearly out of his budget, whose bio states: I do everything except provide psychological counseling. Undeterred, Mikle, feeling motivated, sends her a message saying, Good evening, charming goddess, I would like to lose something. She reads it and responds, Are you a virgin? He replies enthusiastically, Well, yes, but I'm a premium member! Shortly after, his status changes from online to blocked, reported, ignored by customer service.He is fed up and furious, and by coincidence, he comes across an advertisement that reads: 'Tired of flirting without any responses? Are porn sites no longer enough for you? Why not explore the spiritual side? Perform this ritual and enjoy the company of your very own succubus every night.'He is more than enthusiastic. As evening falls, he prepares to carry out the infamous ritual to summon the woman of the night. He has everything set up: a wobbly candle, a circle drawn with white chalk, and an incantation that he clumsily reads between commercials for miracle pills promising to enhance one's manhood. However, nothing happens—not even a whisper of a breeze; even his cat remains unfazed.On the same street, directly across, the house next door is where Sélène experiences a strange dream. A stunning woman emerges from the shadows like a whisper. Her deep black hair cascades over her shoulders like living ink, contrasting with her almost translucent, rosy skin that glows softly in the moonlight. Her full lips, tinged with a delicate red, and her piercing black gaze captivate those who meet it, leaving them in a state of fascination and vertigo. Her body, both graceful and intriguing, served as a sculpture of temptation. Her generous bosom, flawlessly outlined beneath the delicate fabric of her evening gown, rose and fell with the rhythm of a barely discernible breath.She extended her hand toward Sélène, beckoning her to come closer. As Sélène approached, the succubus tenderly caressed her cheek and whispered in her ear, Don’t be afraid, accompanied by a mischievous smile. However, when she lifted Sélène’s chin to see the panic on her prey’s face, all she found was a smile in return. Startled, she instinctively stepped back and asked, Why are you smiling? Sélène inched closer and murmured something in her ear, prompting the succubus to exclaim, Are you human?If we could listen to the dreams of others, we would have heard the cries of a succubus attempting to escape her contractor; the pursuit lasted until dawn.
