The Allure of Becoming an Incubus
"Incubus qualities?"
"That's right. Simply put, it means becoming an incubus."
Jerome's explanation continued.
Unlike congenital demon succubi, incubi were originally all ordinary humans, he said. A human man could become an incubus by having relations with a succubus—but not just anyone could do it.
"By dominating a succubus in turn, one can become an incubus?"
"Indeed."
Succubi basically fed on male bodily fluids for sustenance. They would appear in dreams to induce wet dreams or engage directly in intercourse to extract semen. Given that inducing ejaculation was their daily routine, it was obvious they were skilled at sex.
To dominate such a succubus in reverse? It was clearly something only a man with extraordinary stamina or sexual technique could even dream of attempting.
"However, not all succubi enjoy copulation. They simply have no choice but to do so to survive on male fluids."
According to Jerome, even among succubi, styles varied slightly. Those who extracted semen through direct intercourse tended to enjoy sex itself, while those who preferred wet dreams avoided physical relations. In extreme cases, there were even succubi who were still virgins despite being succubi.
"So, what's the benefit of becoming an incubus?"
He understood the relationship between incubi and succubi, but Jerome hadn't explained what one actually gained from becoming an incubus.
At Minwoo's question, Jerome flashed a kind, grandfatherly smile.
"Why, of course... you could obtain all the things you desire, Minwoo. For example..."
Suddenly, Jerome leaned in close and whispered into Minwoo's ear.
"Tireless, infinite stamina, for one..."
"!"
This old man Jerome... starting to grow on me all of a sudden?
How did he nail exactly what I need, like he's reading my mind?
Minwoo cleared his throat and tried to play it cool, but his heart was already swaying.
"Ahem...! I'd like to hear more details..."
"Of course."
It felt a bit like getting hooked by an infomercial or multi-level marketing pitch, but in the end, Minwoo fell for Jerome's temptation(?).
...
The advantages of becoming an incubus could be summed up as follows.
First, one gained an immortal body. This wasn't unique to incubi but a trait of all demons. Demons were inherently immortal, and as a demon, an incubus inherited that fully. However, "immortal" here meant no death from old age—physical damage could still kill them. Demons died from fatal wounds just like anyone else.
The second benefit was enhanced sexual function. Basic stamina was boosted, and one could even convert internal mana into sexual energy. Intercourse was possible as long as mana allowed. Of course, mana was essentially a demon's life force, so it couldn't be squandered. Moreover, the mana used this way mixed with a woman's essence and returned amplified, theoretically granting infinite stamina.
In short, Minwoo would never have to worry about performance again.
Once accustomed to using mana, various applications became possible—like physical transformations. Jerome skipped the specifics, but Minwoo got the gist immediately.
"Wait... so I'd become a demon?"
Once Jerome's explanation wrapped up, Minwoo asked.
"Yes, but... your appearance wouldn't change at all. Just look at me."
"Ah... I see."
Minwoo had worried about sprouting a tail like Ernate or changing skin color, but it was just needless anxiety.
"So, becoming a demon has no downsides?"
With only upsides mentioned, Minwoo grew wary instead.
Jerome smiled gently.
"Well, if you insist on calling it a downside... you'd no longer be human. If you have a strong attachment to your humanity, that could be an issue."
"Nah, nothing like that..."
Minwoo had no particular attachment to being human. He'd never pondered such deep matters anyway. If ditching the "human" label meant immortality and endless stamina, he'd toss it in a heartbeat.
"Actually, there's another special reason I'm making this offer to you, Minwoo."
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"Truth is... dream demons are in a bit of a slump these days."
"A slump...?"
"Yes. You could say we're overflowing with the unemployed."
Minwoo tilted his head at Jerome's increasingly baffling words.
But he would soon grasp their meaning down to his bones.
...
His stamina was too depleted from back-to-back romps to perform the ritual right away, so Minwoo postponed the incubus ceremony and headed off to meet Aisha again.
For some reason, Siola—who had come to cast the teleport spell—pouted her lips prominently. She was clearly sulking because he'd only been with Ernate lately.
Just ask for attention first if you want it. But no, Siola would die before doing that.
She should just be honest like Ernate.
Minwoo found her adorable and resolved to make time for her soon, then returned to the inn in Roswell Village.
"Welcome! Oh, it's that uncle from before...!"
"Oh... you're..."
The first to greet Minwoo upon entering was Annie, the server girl he'd once captured via Siola and taught to cook. Of course, she remembered none of it.
"Uncle, Aisha sis was looking everywhere for you. Where'd you go?"
"Uh...? Just had some quick business... She was looking for me, huh."
Minwoo scratched his head with a sheepish "as expected." He'd vanished without a word, so it was no surprise.
"Seriously, she was beside herself. She's probably combing the village and surroundings right now. I've never seen her like that."
"Haha..."
"You didn't... steal something, did you?"
"As if. I wouldn't have come back then."
"True... So why is sis...?"
Minwoo could only grin awkwardly under Annie's suspicious upward gaze.
No way she'd believe he'd discovered new love after a century.
Not that it was real love anyway.
"Minwoo!"
Suddenly, the inn door flew open as if about to shatter, accompanied by a thunderous roar.
Speak of the devil—Aisha.
"Minwoo! Minwoo...!"
"Whoa... w-wait..."
Before Minwoo could react, Aisha charged like a beast on all fours and tackled him. He couldn't withstand the momentum and toppled to the floor.
"Minwoo! Please don't abandon me! Sob sob...! Yesterday was my fault...!"
"Gahk...! O-okay, just let go first...! My back...!"
Minwoo nearly snapped his spine under the tearfully clinging Aisha. He'd let his guard down since she was already brainwashed, never expecting this kind of ambush.
Like a rabbit's life snuffed out by a tiger's playful swipe.
"Huff... huff..."
Finally prying Aisha off, Minwoo wiped her tears and launched into his pre-planned act.
"What happened all of a sudden, Aisha? And what's this about yesterday?"
"...Huh?"
Aisha froze mid-sob, bewildered by Minwoo's words.
He pressed on.
"More importantly, looks like you're fully recovered. So energetic already... If nothing's wrong, shall we head out today?"
"W-wait... Minwoo... You don't remember yesterday...?"
As Aisha trailed off anxiously, Minwoo kept feigning ignorance.
"Yesterday? You had a fever, so I put you to bed and stayed by your side. I dozed off eventually. This morning, you were still asleep, so I went sightseeing... Nothing special happened, right?"
"N-no way..."
To the confused Aisha, Minwoo delivered the finisher.
"Did you have a bad dream or something?"
"...A dream?"
That's right. Minwoo was framing the entire previous day as a dream.
No special reason. It just seemed more fun that way.
Besides, watching her sob and apologize like this felt a bit pitiful.
They'd be traveling together from now on, so a relaxed relationship was ideal.
"It was really a dream...? But it felt so vivid..."
"Vivid how?"
"N-nothing! Forget it!"
Minwoo smirked inwardly at Aisha's flushed face and frantic hand-waving. His lie had landed perfectly.
She was fun to tease in a different way from Siola.