Succubus, They Said... Succubus!
Succubus. The dream demon that could morph into any man's ideal type. Every guy fantasized about her—the one who slipped into dreams to drain their essence. If they could just meet one, they'd surrender body and soul, forgetting she was a devil altogether.
Huff huff. Succubus. SUCCUBUUUS!
Kim Sung-tae was no different, his twenties ablaze with raging hormones. He'd stopped agonizing over his new isekai powers or what to do next. Those worries had long been crushed under the weight of pure lust. His brain was now occupied solely by thoughts of that and the deed.
Succubus! I wanna go right now!
With his current strength, even the thrusts of passion could trigger a cataclysm. But succubi? Weren't they the epitome of lewdness? She'd handle everything without him lifting a finger. And she'd suck his life force dry in return—mutual satisfaction. He'd just lend his body, and boom: win-win.
I wanna meet her so bad! But... gotta hold back a little... ugh!!
Sung-tae's eager strides shattered the earth, leaving the werewolf pack struggling to keep up. At least he hadn't fully lost his mind; he was aware of his power and wasn't sprinting at full throttle. Small mercies.
"Incredible. What fighting spirit."
"He's dead set on smashing those succubi skulls."
"No wonder the boss trusts him."
To the clueless werewolves, he looked like a battle-hungry warrior brimming with ki.
And finally, after days of marching, the succubus fortress loomed into view.
"Succubus...!"
"This is the place, Kim Sung-tae-nim."
"Thanks, Garba."
For guiding him here. For the clothes. Ragged leather armor, sure, but without it, he'd have strolled buck-naked.
Thanks to you, my dream's coming true.
Meeting a succubus had somehow become his lifelong dream. Sung-tae offered silent, heartfelt gratitude.
Stay cool, Sung-tae. Don't get excited. You'll rip the clothes they got you.
His breath alone could level the ground; a full erection would shred this armor in seconds. Sure, he could ask for new ones. But replacing crotch-ripped pants? Too embarrassing for a civilized man.
"Huff. Huff."
His ragged breaths whipped up storms that buffeted Garba and the pack.
Whoa! He's already battle-ready!
One slip, and we're airborne!
"Garba, call out the succubi. Now."
"Yes, sir!"
He wanted to shout himself, but that'd wreck the fortress. And he might need it for the deed.
Sung-tae waited, heart pounding with anticipation.
"Succubi! Come out and pay homage to Kim Sung-tae-nim! Hurry your asses!"
"What's the racket? Stinks like filthy wolves."
Ooh!
Something unfurled wings from the fortress and took flight. The silhouette—lithe, seductive—overwhelmed Sung-tae with desire. He bit his lip, enduring, enduring.
Must hold back. Not here. Hold it together, little bro. Don't pop up now.
"Mm? What're wolves doing here? Tribute? And a human?"
"Tribute? This is Kim Sung-tae-nim, future ruler of the world! On your knees!"
"Rule the world? A human? You joking?"
The succubus eyed Sung-tae appraisingly from afar. He eyed her right back.
And then... Sung-tae, still gnawing his lip, couldn't believe his eyes.
"...Garba."
"Yes, Kim Sung-tae-nim."
"You said succubus."
"Yes. Succubi."
"Then... why's it a guy?"
The body was slender, feminine enough to fool anyone at a distance. But up close? Ripped muscles everywhere. Perfectly balanced physique, handsome face—enough to make women swoon. That androgynous voice? Total pretty boy.
But Sung-tae was straight. Zero appeal.
"Succubus? How many times do I gotta say it? We're incubi."
"Same difference! Kneel before Kim Sung-tae-nim!"
Ah... incubus...
Incubus. Succubus counterpart. Lewd dream demons who morphed into ideals... but male.
Still a dude!
His volcanic erection deflated instantly, drooping like his shattered dreams.
Lust evaporated. Rage filled the void.
Incubus?! After trekking here all excited?!
"Hmm. Looks like tribute. You lot serving a human now? Wait—he's male?"
That's my line.
"Male's fine. Haven't had human man in ages. Nice treat. Well-built too. Gotta eat balanced, right?"
...What?
That parasitic whine. Those appraising eyes, like he was merchandise. Sung-tae endured it all.
Except one thing.
"Garba."
"Yes, Kim Sung-tae-nim."
"Incubi... aren't succubi."
"Pardon?"
"YOU FILTHY MALE BASTARDS!!!"
Sung-tae's fury erupted. His roar slammed into the incubus fortress like a missile. Werewolves cowered; Garba knelt, shielding from the shockwave rippling backward.
The fresh incubus flew back into the fortress, shrieking.
"Kyaak!"
"Quit screaming like a girl, you filthy male!"
For the first time, he nearly punched with full intent. Barely restraining, Sung-tae advanced to smite these ultimate demons.
"You touched what you shouldn't. My dream."
"W-what?!"
"You'll regret being born male!"
Sung-tae stomped. Like a shy club newbie awkwardly shuffling. Just ankle snaps, tapping the ground.
"Th-the fortress is crumbling!"
"Evacuate!"
Vibrations alone wrecked the earth. Incubi fled the shattering walls, but escalating quakes peeled the ground like glass, pulverizing the fortress.
Sung-tae bellowed at the buzzing swarm.
"NEVER SHOW YOUR FACES AGAIN!"
"Kwaaak!"
Clouds vanished in his roar—like a nuke through storm cover. Clear skies warped under gale force; incubi lodged like watermelon seeds, flailing for life.
Final blast: Sung-tae roared again.
"BEGONE, YOU WRETCHED DEVILS!"
Fortress and incubi alike vanished, hurled skyward in an apocalyptic typhoon.
"Hoo... Garba."
"Yes, Kim Sung-tae-nim!"
"Never... call incubi succubi again. Succubus means female only. Got it?"
"Y-yes, sir!"
Sung-tae marched on. Wasted time on this. His angry steps ravaged the land worse than before.
A sharp werewolf whispered to Garba.
"Uh... Garba-nim. Did Kim Sung-tae-nim just say he wants a female succubus?"
"Impossible. True men aren't swayed by women."
Garba, besotted, dismissed it. Arms crossed, staring at Sung-tae's back, she pondered deeper meaning.
Not idle words. Men shunned feminine wiles. Warriors roamed for worthy foes.
Hidden intent, surely. Her battle-honed brain spun... to the wrong conclusion.
"Wait. To fight the strong... yes. That's it."
"Garba-nim? Hidden meaning?"
"Yes. My fault for guiding him to weaklings. Did you see Glak, incubus king and Four Heavenly King?"
"No."
Glak, their boss, had been too busy whoring to show; swept away unseen.
"Exactly. He meant they were too weak. Incubi were pathetic. That's why he warned me."
"Right! Mentioning succubi meant incubi were girly-weak!"
"More. 'Don't call them succubi' means they're weaker than women—not worth fighting. He scorns the weak. Incubi, deemed woman-weak, got obliterated. If they'd been strong..."
"He might've recruited us like us."
"Good riddance. Trash like them under him? Hurry, follow Kim Sung-tae-nim!"
"Yes, boss!"
Misinterpreting wildly, the pack chased. Easy—Sung-tae walked slowly. Garba caught up, deciding a detour.
Four Heavenly Kings aren't enough. He accepted me for my spirit, but others? Not warriors.
Guiding to trash'll anger him.
Needed the strong. Beyond Heavenly Kings. Strongest in the realm.
Planned lesser kings as appetizers, save the best for last. But he's a main-course-first guy. Or maybe Heavenly Kings aren't even snacks.
Garba eyed the horizon. The scar across her eye throbbed under her fur.
Wait, Demon King. Can you entertain Kim Sung-tae-nim?
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"Kraaak!"
Glak, incubus king, flapped desperately amid the typhoon. He'd just drained mana from kidnapped human women, prepping to nab more. Hearing Garba's challenge amid the bustle, he'd sent a minion.
Then—quake and storm. Over in under a minute. He couldn't process the bolt from the blue.
"What the hell?!"
Escaping the gale, he looked skyward. Even he was battered; others fluttered like paper. They'd tire and die, but re-entering? Suicide.
"Ugh. That wolf bastard... what'd he do?!"
That's what I'd like to know. What happened?
Chilling voice. Worst possible timing. Glak spun, kneeling.
"D-Demon King-nim?! Here?!"
Out for a stroll. Bored. Saw something amusing and rare.
Black armor gleamed. Unscarable by any blade. Over 2 meters tall, deep voice. Oppressive as displayed plate mail. But red eyes glowing through the helm proved it lived.
"D-Demon King-nim! Save my men!"
Hm. Fine.
Black gauntlet extended toward the storm-tossed incubi. Red light from fingertips lanced out, piercing them one by one.
Glak gaped at the slaughter.
"D-Demon King-nim!?"
Pathetic. Swept by a mere gale.
"No! Not just a gale! Garba's trick, surely! In under a minute..."
Words cut short. Red beam through his skull pulped his brain.
I know. No mana—physical feat. But failure's unforgivable.
The black armor loomed over Glak's ragdoll corpse.
Strong minions? Plentiful. Recruit more. All knelt to violence—and he was its apex.
I'm the Demon King.
Wonder who? Intriguing.
He gazed at the empty horizon, imagining the unprecedented being approaching. A sinister chuckle echoed inside the armor.
I'll make you my minion. Heh. HAHAHAHA!