#The concept of MC using Khaslana as chatgpt

[bananapurincore]

In which you summon a demon at 12 in the morning because you're exhausted by your midterms and think it can help you out. What you didn't expect was:

1. For it to work

2. To summon something that tries to seduce you every 5 minutes

Cont

It's your senior year of college. You're graduating on time, in a handful of organizations doing honest work, 4.0 GPA, all's perfect. You may have zero concept of social life, but at the very least, you have that dream internship you've been pinning for since your sophomore year!

Your roommate, Cifera, (who is somehow never at the dorm, you've been rooming with her since freshman year and still have no idea where she spends most of her nights out) suggests in one of the rare times you're at the dorm at the same time to do something for your poor, miserable excuse of undergrad life before moving into poor, miserable post grad life.

"Really, it's honestly incredible! I've met hermits, and then I've met you." She gulps down her bowl of leftover milk, not bothered to add more cereal to it. "Little miss perfect seriously has nothing better to do than work, eat, and sleep?"

"We've been over this," you frown, readjusting your laptop for the umpteenth time since it wants to slide down your blanket so bad, "There's... only so many hours in a day and I can't afford for any of them to be used for partying."

"Who said anything about parties? Listen," Cifera drapes an arm over you, "My, dear, dear roomie. Do yourself a favor and do something crazy like jumping off the balcony into the school pool, or flirt with all your professors and see if you can form a harem—"

"Are you trying to get me expelled?"

"Orrrrr, since you're so concerned, summon a demon and get them to do all your work for you." She scratches at your laptop screen, in the midst of writing your currently 15 paged essay, "Trust me, it works. I've only ever had great results!"

You furrow your brows, "When would you... have done that?"

"Have fun with my suggestions. But, of course, you're welcome to think of something of your own." She doesn't offer to elaborate at all, disappearing into her room, and you're not sure if you want to ask, either.

Still, as ridiculous as it sounds, the idea of not doing your work doesn't leave your mind. Your midterms are completely and thoroughly beating your ass, surely something else can help with your long essays, right?

You must've done the YouTube tutorial wrong at some point—you were obviously trying to summon a helpful, intelligent demon to bounce ideas from, why was this one so eager to try and take off your favorite pajama pants???

The demon (that you now regret inviting), known as Khaslana, did not share your pursuit of scholarly knowledge in the capacity you were needing, chest bare and wings ablaze (a miracle they did not knock everything in your room over). He only had one thing in mind:

"So... do you want me to take you sideways?..." Khaslana sighs dejectedly into his palm, sitting crisscross on the floor, adjacent from you. "Or, y'know, I can come by later while you're asleep if that's more your thing. It's my preferred method, too, don't feel shy! You can tell me."

The blond finds one of your stray plushes that fell to the floor, holding it tightly to his chest. "But if you want to take it slow, that's cool too. By the way, this smells really good," he takes another sniff of your captive stuffed animal, "It's really cute, it suits you!"

More than anything, how did this actually work???? You were convinced nothing would happen. How were you supposed to know your roommate was totally serious about demons!!!

You summoned a demon into your room, that much was true, check, but you may (re:definitely) have missed the part where the video said it was meant for exclusively seeking asylum in freaky demons from some circle of hell and ohhhhh, he's an incubus. Of course! What does one even do in this situation? Who accidentally summons a sex demon for help on assignments due at 11:59 PM???

Interestingly, he does not... appear like how you would assume succubi go about. He's very attractive, or so you believe, with his sharp eyes and hair, dusted with gold and fluffed to perfection, or his pretty and defined pecs that you're certain you could use as a pillow if you so desired...

...Never mind. He fits the bill exactly.

If you were able to ignore the glowing cracks that lined his body or the jagged edges that emerged from his shoulders, you think he'd be very easy to cuddle. He even has an easygoing smile that you wouldn't have expected from someone of his stature, you have the urge to tell him your every thought because you think he'll really listen.

"N-no, you misunderstand, you don't need to do any of that," you finally muster the courage to respond, "It's just... my midterms, they're all essays, and they're driving me crazy." You soothe your temple, not wanting to think about it any longer than necessary. "I'm really sorry for bothering you, but do you think you could help? At all?"

You don't have a lot of faith. You're surprised he's even stayed this long after you had to swat him away for the first minute and explaining to him afterward that you had no intentions at all to will him here.

"As long as it's not anything with a lot of history in it, I can try." He looks at your laptop, rather serious for someone who has no obligation to help you, "But when I'm done helping, then can I eat you out?"

You'll have to think about it. For sure.