Summoning the Incubus Lord
"Hahng..! Why that face, my lord..? Hngh... Do you have some complaint or other..?"
"No, nothing like that..."
"If there's anything lacking... don't hold back, just tell me. Hngh..! If it's within this body's power, I'll cooperate as much as you need... haa..!"
"Yes..."
That's not the problem at all, Minwoo thought to himself.
Reversing the brainwashing was possible. He just had to release it the same way it was applied. For now, Minwoo had undone all the compulsions on Ernate and Siola that restricted their actions—like the ones forcing them to do something every day.
But this incident had saddled him with another worry.
'My stamina's running dry..!'
It was ridiculous, but this was a serious issue. Minwoo prided himself on having above-average libido, but even so, pounding away at pussy day and night was a strain on both his stamina and his balls. Sure, someone might say just moderate it a bit, but it wasn't that simple.
In the ero games he used to play, the protagonists were all superhuman studs with endless stamina. Of course, that was possible because they were games, but Minwoo had been dropped right into a world like those games.
So he needed to change himself too. That's what he thought. To live like those game protagonists, he needed stamina that defied common sense—enough to fuck all day without tiring. It was essential to uphold his own aesthetics.
First, he had to find a way to boost his libido. It was a fantasy world, so it had to be possible. Or so Minwoo assumed, anyway.
As a bonus, it'd be nice to learn how to stay young and healthy forever. The longer his fun fantasy sex life lasted, the better.
Minwoo looked up at Ernate, who was diligently thrusting her hips just as he'd taught her, and said,
"Demon King."
"Hngh..! What is it, my lord..?"
"I have a few things I'd like to consult you on... but let's talk after I pull out..!"
"Haa..!? S-suddenly moving like that..!"
He'd been exhausted from mating with Aisha just yesterday, so he'd been lounging back comfortably with Ernate riding him cowgirl-style. But the building urge to cum finally made him buck his hips.
"Come on, right now the heroes are probably hard at work on their quests. We can't just lounge around lazily, right?"
"I-is that so..! Haaah..! Hnggg..!"
Despite having been lying back all relaxed just moments ago, Minwoo spouted that nonsense like his face was made of steel plating, thrusting his hips faster and faster.
Of course, thoroughly brainwashed as she was, Ernate accepted whatever he said without resistance.
"It's coming soon, Demon King..! Receive it properly with that body of yours..!"
"Y-yes..! Hnggh..! Haaaaang..!"
As Minwoo shook his hips without mercy, the bed creaked and Ernate's ripe melons bounced wildly every which way.
He'd removed the suggestion that she had to take his semen every day, but the brainwashing that his cum was the source of her power remained intact. So Ernate focused intently, matching his movements to not spill a single drop.
"Ngh..! It's tight, Demon King..!"
"Haaaaang!"
Minwoo grabbed Ernate's hips firmly with both hands, then thrust his cock as deep as it would go into her pussy. Her body arched back like a bow.
Splurt..!
"Hngh..! I-it's coming in..! Your semen..! Into my womb..! Haaaah..!"
'Ngh... this is getting dangerous...'
Was it really taking a toll on his stamina? Minwoo felt a bit dizzy. If he didn't find a way to boost his libido soon, he might drop dead from overfucking before the heroes even became a problem...
The thought didn't feel like a joke at all, and Minwoo gave a wry smile inwardly.
...
"..Libido? What might that be?"
"Uh... well..."
Did he really have to start from the basics? Minwoo sighed as he watched the Demon King Ernate tilt her head, as if she'd never heard the term before.
But looking back on her past, it made sense. From what Minwoo had heard, the Demon Kings of this world pursued nothing but raw power in its purest form. Even in a female body, her nature hadn't changed—she was still a straightforward, power-obsessed meathead, more than anyone.
Of course, Minwoo had forcibly awakened her to sexual pleasure, but her knowledge of sex was still at a child's level. In the end, he had to explain at length.
Once she'd heard him out, Ernate smacked her knee.
"I have a subordinate who's an expert in such matters."
"Oh, really?"
Minwoo perked up at her words.
"I was just about to summon my second trusted retainer anyway. If that's what you want, it might be best to call that dream demon fellow."
"Dream demon?"
The term made something click in Minwoo's mind.
'Dream demon... a succubus, maybe?'
The spice of ero fantasy. The one you missed out on if it wasn't there. Minwoo knew all about dream demons and succubi.
A succubus would surely know more about sex than anyone. Sure, there was the worry she'd drain him dry, but with the glow stick, he could handle it.
Above all, Minwoo wanted to... meet a succubus. He grinned.
"Summon her right now—that dream demon."
...
Minwoo wanted to kill the version of himself from an hour ago, who'd so innocently suggested summoning a dream demon.
"Greetings to the great Demon King. I am Jerome, the Incubus Lord."
"..."
What the hell had he been expecting?
Minwoo felt a profound sense of betrayal as he watched the middle-aged gentleman bow politely to Ernate.
Fine, he admitted it—this was his fault. Ernate had only said "dream demon," never "succubus." He'd jumped to conclusions.
Damn description tricks.
Calming his urge to cry, Minwoo examined the man who'd introduced himself as Jerome.
At a glance, Jerome looked utterly human—no hint he was a demon. A middle-aged gentleman in a sharp black suit.
When you thought incubus, you pictured some sleazy playboy, but this guy screamed... butler. Yeah, butler.
His graying hair neatly combed back in a gentlemanly style, his suit impeccably tailored, his movements refined and poised. Jerome was the very model of a butler.
It didn't match the image of an incubus who preyed on women's essence. Though, yeah—he'd probably charm the pants off noble ladies. Later, Minwoo learned Jerome actually mingled in human society, seducing noble wives and rich widows to feed on their essence.
Lucky bastard... Well, tastes in looks varied, and Minwoo wasn't exactly young himself, so he had no room to talk.
Ernate smiled in satisfaction at Jerome's greeting.
"You've come well, Sir Jerome. I'm pleased you answered my call, even though my body is still not fully recovered."
"How could you say such a thing, my Demon King? When it's your summons—no one else's—how could I stay idle?"
They're getting along great.
Minwoo watched their honey-sweet exchange with a pathetic look on his face.
After a brief reunion, they turned their attention to him.
"But... surely this gentleman is the one from the rumors..?"
As Jerome glanced his way, Ernate nodded.
"Indeed. The Anti-Hero."
"Hoo..."
"..."
Jerome stroked his short mustache, staring piercingly at Minwoo. Feeling awkward, Minwoo debated just hitting the glow stick button... when Jerome's sudden words threw him off.
"My, what tremendous potential you possess."
"..Huh?"
Potential? What was this guy on about all of a sudden?
As Minwoo gaped in confusion, Ernate spoke up first.
"Oho, as expected... Sir Jerome can see Minwoo's power at a glance?"
No, I don't have any power... Nothing but the glow stick.
Minwoo grumbled inwardly.
"Not exactly power... It's something only we dream demons discuss among ourselves, but..."
Jerome's next words made Minwoo's mind snap to attention.
"..Incubus potential?"
"Precisely. In simple terms, the makings of an incubus."
Minwoo found himself drawn into Jerome's explanation.