Incubus Promotion and the Captured Foxgirl
"..!"
At Minwoo's mutter, the remaining six succubi flinched, their bodies trembling. Each one was posed in the same humiliating stance as Bibi—hands braced against the wall, asses thrust backward. Even to Minwoo, the sight of those six luscious rears lined up in a row was a spectacular view.
With his stamina overflowing thanks to the magic circle's power, Minwoo had no such thing as post-nut clarity. On top of that, having already conquered one succubus, his body was gradually transforming into that of a demon race member. Not that he realized it himself.
"Come to think of it, there was one bitch who acted all cheeky in front of me earlier... This one, right?"
Moments later, as Minwoo's hand touched her ass, Bibi, terrified, ended up wetting herself uncontrollably.
"Congratulations on becoming a demon, Minwoo. To think you'd conquer all those girls at once... You possess far greater qualities than I imagined."
"You're too kind. Anyway, thanks. This'll make things a lot easier now. And I've got some useful subordinates too."
After finishing the four-hour-long ritual(?), Minwoo stepped out of the room to find Jerome greeting him politely. With an attitude straight out of a real butler, Minwoo naturally accepted the clothes Jerome offered and slipped them on. It was a black suit similar in design to Jerome's own. His janitor uniform had been too conspicuous, so while looking for new attire, he'd seen Jerome's outfit and liked it enough to request a custom one.
"Here's the item you requested. It's comfortable for activities and quite durable."
"Thanks. I like it."
Only after receiving vows of absolute obedience from all seven succubus sisters did Minwoo finally realize he had become an incubus—a true demon. With the transformation came subtle changes to his appearance. Not like sprouting horns or a tail like some devil, but he looked a bit younger and more handsome, you could say. Not to the point of being unrecognizable, though. The fine lines on his face had vanished, his skin cleared up, and the protruding gut from years of neglect was replaced by nicely defined abs. Overall, he'd gained just the right amount of muscle, turning into a lean, healthy figure.
Minwoo remarked,
"Didn't you say there'd be no changes to my looks?"
"To be precise, it's not that there's no change—it's that your unconscious ideal manifests naturally. Your current form is closer to what you yourself consider ideal."
"I see... Not bad at all."
It wasn't so drastic that old acquaintances wouldn't recognize him. At least Aisha back home wouldn't mistake him for someone else.
"By the way, is it okay to just leave those succubi like that? You've provided plenty of fluids as per your instructions, but..."
The succubus sisters had all passed out after dealing with Minwoo, sprawled haphazardly around the room. With any ordinary man, they never would have collapsed like this—but even succubi couldn't endure an orgasm hell dished out every few seconds after having all their mana drained.
Jerome smiled softly at Minwoo's question.
"No need to worry. They're tougher than they look. I'll tidy them up and have them formally greet you properly when you have time."
"Mm. Got it."
As the Incubus Lord, Jerome represented all incubi and succubi, but being a lord didn't grant him absolute command over them. Succubi bound directly to the incubus who conquered them. It was a symbiotic relationship: the incubus could command the succubus as a subordinate, while she received regular mana replenishment from her master.
Minwoo had subdued seven succubi at once—an unprecedented feat in their race's history. Satisfied with his new body and seven loyal minions, he went to give a brief report to the Demon King, Ernate.
"Oh, splendid! As expected, my judgment was sound, Minwoo. Will you continue as the sturdy right arm of this body, fighting against that vile hero?"
"Of course, Demon King. Just leave it to me."
After Minwoo's formal audience with Ernate in the reception hall, Jerome, who had been watching from the side, made a suggestion.
"Demon King, how about elevating Minwoo to the highest rank in the Demon King's army? The Seat of Pride is vacant, as I recall."
"Executive?"
Minwoo tilted his head at Jerome's sudden proposal, but Ernate slapped her knee.
"Excellent idea! From this moment, I appoint Minwoo to the Seat of Pride, placing him at the vanguard of the Demon King's army. No objections, I presume?"
She said "everyone," but the only ones in the reception hall were Ernate, Minwoo, Siola, and Jerome. Jerome, who suggested it, wouldn't object, leaving only Siola.
"...How could I object to Your Majesty's wise decision? Do as you will."
With even Siola's approval, Minwoo couldn't exactly protest what the hell you guys are deciding on your own. Truth be told, it didn't matter much to him. He'd already promised to fight the hero, so holding such a position wasn't a bad deal. If any issues arose, the glow stick would sort them out anyway.
And just like that, Minwoo had become one of the Demon King's top executives.
...
Returning to Viscount Selton's mansion via teleportation magic, Minwoo arrived just in time to see Aisha coming back from her errand. That errand, of course, was what Selton had requested—capturing the beastkin causing trouble in the territory.
Aisha returned to the mansion with a nonchalant expression, the beastkin woman slung casually over one shoulder. Selton stared in disbelief.
"I never imagined you'd catch her in just one day. Truly impressive."
Minwoo nodded in agreement. There was something different about a former hero, alright.
Aisha dropped the beastkin woman to the floor.
"Nothing impressive about it. Red fox tribe, so tracking her took some effort, but she wasn't particularly trained."
Minwoo had first encountered a beastkin in Aisha, so he'd unconsciously assumed they were all super strong—but that wasn't entirely accurate. Sure, individuals were stronger than humans on average, but not overwhelmingly so. A common benchmark was five adult human males equaling one adult beastkin male in combat power. Factoring in beast transformation made them stronger, but it was a double-edged sword, so they didn't use it lightly.
In fact, Aisha had spent most of her time just locating this woman; once found, she'd subdued her in the blink of an eye. No chance for beast form or any transformation—just a chop to the neck.
"By the way, what's her name? Calling her 'this woman' or 'that girl' feels off..."
"Ah, her name's Line. Red fox tribe, as Lady Aisha mentioned. I believe her mother was the same."
Red fox tribe—crimson fox. Sure enough, Line had reddish fox ears atop her head and a fluffy tail at her rear. Her face had a foxy charm that made her quite cute, and with her assets in all the right places, she qualified as a considerable beauty. But Minwoo's standards had skyrocketed since arriving in this world and seeing top-tier stunners, so he wasn't particularly moved.
"So... what now, Viscount Selton? Didn't you want to talk to this Line woman? Should I wake her up?"
Aisha started dusting off her hands as if ready to do it right then, but Selton hurriedly stopped her.
"N-no, that's fine. I don't want to force her awake. I'm grateful for what you've done already. Leave the rest to me—Lady Aisha, you should head to the capital at once. Didn't you say a summons arrived? The teleportation circle is already prepared; you can leave immediately."
"Huh? Oh... yeah? Alright, then."
With Selton saying he'd handle the rest and that she could go, Aisha was a bit flustered. But he wasn't wrong. Imperial summons required prompt response by principle.
In the end, Aisha decided to leave Line's disposition to Selton and depart for the capital. Or so she thought.
'Not so fast, you lecherous bastard.'
Having read Selton Viscount's true intentions last night via the glow stick, Minwoo had no intention of backing off. Perfect timing for testing something new, and a prime guinea pig right in front of him—no way was he saying "okay" and leaving.
Deciding there was no need to observe further, Minwoo subtly pulled out the glow stick.
Time for a fun experiment.