Chapter 1

I work as an online late-night sleep therapist, specializing in treating male sexual dysfunction anxiety.

I have succubus bloodline and can directly enter clients' minds, customizing the wildest erotic dreams for them.

They regain their vigor in dreams, while I secretly feed on the overflow of dopamine to stay eternally young.

If I encounter a drop-dead gorgeous guy, I don't mind personally joining him in the dream for some mind-blowing sex.

"Thanks for your business. Remember to leave a five-star review when you wake up!"

I rubbed my aching lower back, having just kicked an extremely handsome client out of the dreamscape.

Before I could catch my breath, my phone suddenly vibrated.

"Do you take urgent orders? I seem to have lost interest in all women."

Hearing the voice on the other end, I jumped in shock.

It was actually my uncle, the one I've loved but could never have.

I disguised my voice and immediately accepted this big job.

"Don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction~"

Rodriguez was an orphan adopted by my grandfather, the current head of the Bruno family.

And I, a granddaughter of the Bruno family, had fallen in love with this uncle.

Since he delivered himself to my doorstep tonight, I wasn't going to hold back.

I rolled out of bed, lit the dream-inducing incense, and locked my psychic power onto Rodriguez's brainwaves.

Once I entered the dreamscape, I would transform into the woman his subconscious most desired. No way he wouldn't get it up.

After the sensation of weightlessness passed, I landed steadily.

Opening my eyes, I found myself in an underground parking garage.

Who would've thought Rodriguez's subconscious space would be this wild.

I followed the sound of heavy breathing.

Rodriguez was leaning against a car door, his eyes flushed red.

Wearing a slip dress, I walked over and trapped him between me and the car door.

"Mr. Rodriguez, were you waiting for me?"

I hooked his tie and wound it around my finger, forcing him to lower his head.

My other hand tore open his shirt, fingertips tracing circles on his chest muscles.

Rodriguez's whole body tensed.

He didn't push me away. He just stared at me, Adam's apple bobbing, body rigid.

"Why so quiet?"

I pressed closer, my thigh brushing against his pants.

"You're pretty intimidating at the office normally, aren't you?"

"But now... you don't even dare touch me?"

"Don't play with fire." His voice was hoarse.

He raised his hand and gripped my wrist, not forcefully, as if suppressing himself.

"What if I do? What can you do about it?"

I stood on tiptoe and bit his earlobe with my teeth, tongue trailing down his neck.

My palm roamed across his back, leaving several red marks with my nails.

This feeling of taking advantage of him with full justification excited me tremendously.

Rodriguez gasped, fists clenched, back pressed against the car door.

He closed his eyes, letting me cling to him and ignite the fire, tilting his head back, muffled groans escaping his throat as he endured this torturous pleasure.

I was waiting, waiting for his body's response.

But five seconds passed, ten seconds passed.

Sweat dripped down from his temples as I teased him.

But where our bodies pressed together, there was dead silence, no reaction whatsoever.

No way, right? He was this aroused, but down there was truly out of commission?

Not believing it, my hand continued downward along his V-line.

The instant my fingertips touched the bottom line, Rodriguez's eyes snapped open.

"Get lost!"

He shoved me away and I fell onto the concrete floor, scraping my palm.

The dreamscape began to shake as his emotions collapsed.

He was forcibly waking himself up.

I cursed and cut the connection, retreating.

Bouncing up from bed, I gasped for air, clutching my bruised arm.

Rodriguez was psychologically enjoying the teasing, but physiologically showed no response at all.

How severe was this psychological barrier?

My phone lit up with a Twitter message from Rodriguez: "Didn't feel anything."

I stared at those three words, anger surging.

I worked so hard in the dream, he enjoyed it with his eyes closed, and now he says he didn't feel anything?

Clearly, it's you who can't perform!

I replied through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rodriguez. Tonight I'll give you stronger medicine. I guarantee it'll cure your condition."