The Uncanny Housekeeping Droid Chapter 2

I spent the whole night huddled in my bedroom.

The sounds from the living room only died down as dawn broke.

Clutching a can of pepper spray, I cautiously opened the door.

The living room was a disaster. The incubus was lying motionless at the foot of the sofa, his tail limp on the carpet, its scales dull and lifeless.

Was he… dead?

I poked his side with the handle of a broom.

"Hey."

No response.

I poked him again.

He rolled over. His face was ashen, his lips cracked and peeling. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest told me he was still alive.

I grabbed my phone and messaged customer service.

【What do I feed him? Raw meat? Cooked?】

【Saliva, sweat, blood... anything from your body is his energy source.】

【What kind of sick design is that?】

【I want to return him. Now. Immediately.】

Customer service started laying it on thick.

【Dear, the return process is very complicated, and in his current state, no courier would even take him.】

【Please, just do a good deed. Even a single drop of saliva will help him recover.】

【Saving a demon's life is, like, a million karma points, I swear!】

The man on the floor suddenly convulsed. The tip of his tail curled pathetically, brushing against my calf in a silent plea.

My biggest weakness has always been my soft heart. I couldn't just watch him die in my living room.

I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and took a sip.

Kneeling in front of him, I cupped his chin.

He had one of those devastatingly beautiful faces. Even on the verge of death, his unnatural beauty was breathtaking.

I closed my eyes, leaned in, and transferred the water from my mouth to his.

The moment our lips touched, he snapped awake.

The man who'd been as limp as a corpse suddenly opened his eyes, his violet, slitted pupils flaring with light. His hand clamped around the back of my head.

His tongue swept through my mouth, greedily, desperately, taking everything I had to give. I tried to push him away, but his strength was immense.

The coppery tang of blood filled my mouth before he finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

A thin strand of saliva connected our lips. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Thank you for the meal… Owner."

I wiped my mouth, gagging.

"Get lost! Stay away from me!"

It was as if he didn't understand a word I said.