I’m Being Eaten by the Worst Succubus

Let’s kill ourselves. Let’s die. Let’s just die. I can’t live anymore. It’s been five years since I left home.

Everyone else is working and living well, but I’m the only one stuck at home. I’ll just die and be done with it.

Rather, living this kind of life is a nuisance to others.

I put the rope around my neck and took a deep breath.

“Haha. Haha. Let’s die. Fighting. Fighting!”

And then I jumped. My neck was caught in the rope and it was tight.

“Keuk. Ugh. Ugh. Eww.”

Okay, wait. I’m really dying. I’m dying. Save me! I don’t want to die! I hung myself, but I don’t want to die anymore!

Even if I try to get away, the chair I kicked is still far away.

My eyes grew darker and darker, and as I was losing consciousness, I saw a woman with devil wings before my eyes.

“Are you trying to die? How about making a contract with me instead?”

contract?

“I’ll give you back what you regret. But there’s a condition. Do you want to sign the contract?”

I’ll do anything. I’ll do it. Please save me. I feel like I’m going to die.

“What are the conditions?”

I’ll do it, I’ll do it! Hurry up!

She smiled and laughed.

“Okay. Contract established.”

I’m really dying! Please hurry up and save me!

You bitch. Don’t laugh and ask me to spare your life.

As my consciousness gradually faded away, I died.