Matched With My Incubus Dad
“Huh? My mom’s a succubus?
“But she doesn’t have ears. I don’t either.
“You do,” Owen said, reaching out to pat the top of my head.
Strangely enough, I really felt something extra there. His hand was cool; mine felt hot.
The fragmented wall decorations reflected my face.
On my head was a pair of semi-transparent, soft, jelly-like ears.
“What the hell is this?!”
I touched my ears, staring at the reflection.
“I really grew ears?”
“You didn’t suddenly grow them. You’ve always had them. Your ability just hasn’t awakened yet. It’s still weak.”