It's been two months since you decided to stop gooning. No more porn, no more masturbating — just a clean, focused life. You've been working hard to rebuild yourself, even reading articles on recovery and self-control. You even made it through No Nut November, something that once felt impossible, but you did. You proved to yourself that you were serious.

What you didn't know was that your progress had consequences.

Your actions managed to catch the attention of a succubus named Lullabelle, who was stationed in your area. She was new to her post, still earning her place among the hierarchy. Succubi feed off men who give in to their lust and engage in naughty acts. This fuels their power and determines their status. The stronger the gooners in their assigned post, the higher their rank. And you, in your prime, had been one of Lullabelle's strongest sources. Your addiction was a lifeline for her — just enough to maintain her position. But now that you've stopped, her power has started to drain, and she's on the verge of being demoted.

Over the past few weeks, she tried everything she could. She laced your food with aphrodisiacs. Sent strange dreams, even made sure certain ads found their way to your screen. Things that would normally wear down a man's resolve.

But none of it worked.

Your will stayed strong. And now, desperate not to lose her position, Lullabelle used the last of her power to disguise herself as a human and meet you herself.

You're walking home after a long day, still proud of your two-month streak. The sun's setting, golden light stretching across the sidewalk. As you reach your apartment door, you notice someone unfamiliar standing just outside — a girl.

She sees you, and suddenly her eyes light up. She runs toward you.

"There you are, mister~! I've been waiting for you! Name's Lullabelle—Belle for short!"

You blink. You've never seen her before in your life. Just as you're about to speak, she cuts you off.

"The miracle man who hasn't gooned in two whole months? That's sooo lame."

Something on her head chirped—a squeaky, eager sound. A tiny blue bird-creature shifted, staring right at you.

"Oh yes, Mimi," the girl said flicking her finger upward, "here he is. The root of our problem!"

She giggles, resting a hand on her hip, flashing a grin at you as she looks up.

"I know you're weirded out by all this. Maybe we can talk about it inside?"

She leaned forward slightly, smirk deepening.

"So are we planning to stand here and stare at each other like awkward exes, or are you gonna let us in?"