My Succubus Health Bar Runs on Girl-Crushes

In an instant, an extremely ominous feeling surged through Tessa’s heart.

She immediately tapped open the new skill icon, which was flashing with a dangerous pink glow.

[Skill Name: Glamour Eyes (Active Skill)]

[Skill Description: My little Host, the eyes are windows to the soul, and even more than that, they are hooks for catching prey. When this skill is activated, your eyes will instantly contain a faint, undetectable trace of magic, as if injecting a dose of pink medicine directly into the depths of the target’s soul.]

[Skill Effect: Consumes a small amount of Affection Points (1 point per second). The target you gaze at will, for a short time, develop an irresistible and intense fondness and protective desire toward you on a subconscious level. Duration and strength vary depending on the target’s mental resistance, current emotions, and existing affection toward you. Friendly reminder: Please use caution when targeting those with weak willpower or those who already harbor romantic feelings for you. Otherwise, unexpected “heat” consequences may occur~]

Tessa stared.

[What the hell is this description?! What do you mean pink medicine?! What do you mean heat consequences?! Is this damned system afraid people won’t realize how shameless it is?!]

Before she could even finish yelling inside her head, the details of the devilish trial quest appeared in a huge pop-up window edged with lace, forcibly taking over her entire field of vision.

[Skill Proficiency Test Quest: Trial of the Newly Opened Demon Eyes]

[Quest Objective: Within the next 24 hours, use [Glamour Eyes] on three targets who already have a certain degree of affection toward you, and successfully cause their heart rate to increase by more than 20% while the skill is active.]

[Quest Failure Penalty: Random Succubus Debuff [The Cat’s Gratitude] activates! For the next 48 hours, you will uncontrollably and sincerely believe that you are a little kitten who knows how to repay kindness. You will pick up what you consider the most precious gifts from all sorts of odd corners, such as a dried leaf, a smooth pebble, or a discarded ball of paper, then carry them to your favorite people with tearful anticipation, hoping to receive praise and petting.]

The moment Tessa saw that failure penalty, she felt all the blood in her body freeze.

She could almost immediately imagine the hellish scene.

In the bright, clean library, Seraphina was gently explaining a poetry collection to her. Meanwhile, Tessa would solemnly pull out a rotten vegetable leaf she had picked up from who knew what trash pile, still carrying the fragrance of dirt, and offer it to Seraphina with watery eyes, saying in a soft, sticky voice, “Seraphina… this is for you…”

No.

This was no longer social death.

This was a social nuclear explosion.

This was the level where she would be dragged to a hospital for a psychiatric evaluation.

[Damned system! I’ll fight you to the death!]

Tessa roared inside. Her amber eyes burned with an unprecedented fire called survival.

This quest had to succeed.

No matter the cost.

She opened the notes app on her phone and began making a battle plan.

Taking a deep breath, she solemnly typed several names into the note.

Seraphina Frost. Riley Summers. Molly Sweet. Vanessa Rose. Iris Lane. Chloe Hart.

These were all the possible targets she could currently access.

The first name she crossed out was Seraphina.

Was she kidding?

Using a skill like this on Seraphina?

That was basically walking into a graveyard with a shovel and asking to be buried. Seraphina’s affection toward her was already absurdly high, and her ability to overinterpret things was practically god-tier. If Tessa used [Glamour Eyes] to stimulate that even further, who knew what horrifying thing might happen?

What if Seraphina turned into a beast on the spot and pinned her against a wall…

Tessa shuddered and hurriedly threw the dangerous thought out of her mind. She drew a large X after Seraphina’s name.

[Final boss. Hell difficulty. Absolutely cannot challenge recklessly during the beginner phase!]

She added that note beside the name.

Next, her gaze landed on [Vanessa Rose], and she instinctively shivered.

Using [Glamour Eyes] on Vanessa?

Just imagining the scene made Tessa’s scalp go numb. She had no doubt that her tiny trick would be seen through at a glance by that thousand-year temptress. Then Vanessa would probably laugh until her body shook, press Tessa down onto the bed, and “pay her back double” in an even more terrifying way.

Too dangerous.

A death question.

Pass.

Iris?

Iris looked cold on the outside but was warm on the inside, and her observation skills were terrifyingly sharp. If Tessa stared at her and her gaze got even slightly sticky, Iris would one hundred percent frown and ask, “Are your eyes cramping?” Then she would force Tessa to do eye exercises.

High risk of social death.

Pass.

Chloe?

The energetic girl was definitely simple, but she was always excitable to begin with, and her heart rate was naturally unstable. If the skill worked too well and stimulated her into screaming and jumping off the bed, the entire dorm building would lose sleep.

Too difficult to measure.

Temporarily set aside.

After crossing out nearly everyone, only two seemingly soft targets remained in the note.

Molly Sweet, the gentle and kind little rabbit, had no guard up around Tessa at all. She was absolutely the perfect test subject. The success rate was high, and even if Tessa failed, Molly would probably only ask worriedly if Tessa was feeling unwell.

Good. She could be the second target.

Then who should be first?

Tessa’s gaze finally landed on the name full of athletic intensity.

Riley Summers.

Riley!

The image of Riley’s handsome short-haired face and that firm, smooth muscle line instantly appeared in her mind.

Right!

Riley had a strong will, straight-girl steel, and radiated the powerful aura of [stay away from me] from head to toe. Her mental resistance had to be the strongest of everyone.

Using her as the first test subject was perfect.

If this skill could work on an “iron wall” of Riley’s level, even just a little, it would be enough to prove its power. And if it failed, Riley’s rough, almost straight-man-like nerves would probably only think Tessa had not fully woken up or had gotten sand in her eyes.

Safe.

Reliable.

Controllable risk.

The more Tessa thought about it, the more flawless the plan seemed. Excited, she slapped her thigh and decided.

This was it.

She immediately took out her phone and opened the schedule for [The Tessa Time-Share Agreement], that “contract of sale” Vanessa had created.

Tomorrow was Monday.

From six to seven-thirty in the morning was Riley’s exclusive fitness time.

After seven-thirty came Molly’s loving feeding session.

The timing connected perfectly.

She could complete tests on two targets within two hours.

As for the third target…

When the car reached the mountain, there would be a road.

Tessa decided to survive the first two trials tomorrow morning before worrying about the third.

With the battle plan complete, Tessa finally had a tiny bit of confidence. But when she imagined launching an “eye attack” under Riley’s sharp gaze tomorrow, her heart still pounded with nerves.

Filled with endless fear and anxiety over tomorrow’s social-death challenge, Tessa buried herself entirely under the soft blanket, leaving only a pair of round, darting amber eyes exposed. In the darkness, she secretly practiced the “glamorous gaze” she imagined.

The result was that she nearly practiced until her eyes cramped.

Finally, exhausted, she sank into deep sleep.