1 Prologue

"So you're telling me that you've never had sex with someone because you're a germaphobe?" She nods bashfully. Karina pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"Winter, you're a succubus—how did you manage to live?"

Karina knew how straightforward her question was, but they're in a situation where everything doesn't make sense. Instead of beating around the bush, she wants a definite and concise answer from the girl. Winter continued fidgeting the hem of her shirt. Karina wanted her to stop doing that because that's her favorite limited edition Michael Jackson Thriller shirt. Karina looks at her attentively, deciphering the girl.

"Stop..."

"Pardon?"

Winter stares back at her and says, "Stop staring at me like that... you're making my situation worse."

Karina doesn't understand what she meant by that. She looks at the girl again and examines her. Flushed cheeks, dilated brown eyes, ragged breathing. The idea was slowly sinking within her. Before she even knows goosebumps hit her whole body.

She only manages to utter the word, Oh.