Suspicious Mission
"Carrot. I've got a commission for you."
"A commission?"
"Yeah. A pretty big one."
I widened my eyes, staring at the woman with her impassive expression. Jewel-like golden eyes and white hair cascading down to her waist. She wore a thin white robe that clung just enough to reveal the curves of her figure. This was Lucia, the Saintess—the master and authority of the Robwen Church, where I belonged.
We were in the Saintess's office. I'd been summoned here upon hearing about a new commission.
Thud.
I took the paper she handed me and tilted my head.
"What's... this?"
It wasn't that I truly didn't know. The church received all sorts of commissions. With its powerful priests, it was practically a militant order of holy warriors. That's why we handled a lot of combat and escort missions. Of course, we also took on everyday requests like healing common folk.
But this one was a bit odd.
"...A tutor?"
"Yes. I know it's surprising, but hear me out."
"Hmm..."
I made a slightly troubled face. Then, glancing at her eyes, I forced the corners of my mouth up into a smile.
Lucia let out a soft pfft at my reaction. She waved her hand dismissively and continued in her usual carefree tone.
"It's fine, it's fine. No need for all that formality. I've known you for years now..."
Only then did I flash a natural smile.
It was about five years ago, right? Back when I possessed the body of a street urchin starving in the world of I Became the Captain of the Heterorace Mercenary Corps. It was Lucia who had taken me in.
Back when she was still the head priestess, not yet the Saintess. Despite having little money herself, she'd taken me to a restaurant, bought me a meal, and even pressed cash into my hands to buy clothes.
To me, she was an irreplaceable benefactor. Now she was the Saintess, and I'd risen to upper holy knight, but thinking back still made my head spin.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
At her permission to get comfortable, I sidled up beside her. Then, without warning, I settled lightly onto her lap.
"I'll get comfy now. That's okay, right, sis?"
"You, you little..."
I grinned shamelessly. The Saintess's office held only the two of us. This casual speech only came out when we were truly alone. Surely she'd forgive a little mischief like this.
Lucia hesitated for a moment, then gave in to my stubbornness, wrapping an arm around my waist. A sweet floral scent wafted over me, lifting my spirits.
"...Just for today."
"Yup."
"Haa... I must be crazy. Anyway, the commission's a bit out of left field, so I looked into it..."
"Out of left field?"
"Yeah. Take a look at this."
She pointed to the "Client" field.
-Client: Rachel.
-Race: Succubus
"...A succubus?"
"Yeah. Kinda weird, right?"
"Why would a succubus commission the church? They hate Holy Power."
"That's why I investigated. Turns out she lives with three kids."
My eyes went wide. Not just because the client was a succubus.
As the title I Became the Captain of the Heterorace Mercenary Corps suggested, the novel featured a variety of heteroraces. In this world, they weren't outcasts anymore—like Black and White blending seamlessly into society.
So a succubus client wasn't the issue. What was strange was that she had "children."
Succubi typically survived by draining essence. They couldn't get proper nutrition from regular food, leading to fierce competition for prey. That's why they never formed families.
Even with substitute foods, those were just supplements. They usually combined them with real essence. They raised offspring until they could walk upright and fly short distances, driven by instinct. After that? Abandoned without mercy. Gathering in groups just hurt feeding efficiency for their kind.
Yet here was a succubus with three kids under her wing—and requesting a church tutor, no less. Suspicious, indeed.
"...Yeah, definitely weird."
"I dug deeper. Her husband died a year ago, but nothing else shady. That's what makes it stranger."
I pondered, leaning my head on her shoulder.
"So, you called me here to assign this to me?"
"Yeah. As Saintess, I can't just let a fishy commission slide. I'd like you to investigate too. No one's as capable a holy knight as you."
Lucia smiled as she said it. Her already radiant beauty had earned her the moniker "Platinum Saintess," and that smile made her even more breathtaking.
I nestled in her embrace, thinking it over.
"...For free?"
I teased playfully.
Lucia pouted slightly. Her face said if you insist, but knowing the commission's shadiness, she couldn't push back hard.
"...I'll double the pay."
"I want something else more."
She looked puzzled. I hugged her tight and continued slowly.
"When the mission's done, let's go out. We haven't hung out lately..."
Lucia's embrace was spacious. At 160cm, I was dwarfed by her 175cm frame—it was only natural. I savored the soft give of her ample breasts as I awaited her answer.
Ever since becoming Saintess, Lucia had been swamped. We'd gone out plenty before, but lately... it felt lonely. Hurtful, even.
She was my lifesaver, my precious friend. That's why I wanted more time together.
Lucia seemed lost in thought for a moment, then chuckled.
"All it takes is that?"
"It's not 'just' that."
"Fine, fine. We'll go out after. Eat something tasty. Okay?"
"Deal. I'll do it."
"Deciding that quick...?"
She shook her head.
I loved money, sure, but I had reasons for taking commissions. The church had accepted me, letting me stay with Lucia. With its stake in the funding, I usually took these on.
...Poor performance meant less support money. Win-win, basically.
"Alright then..."
Rustle.
She brushed back my golden hair and set me down. How was she so strong, buried in paperwork all day? I wanted to stay longer... It felt oddly disappointing, but she'd put me down herself—must be genuinely busy.
"Take care."
"Yup. Just trust me."
"I always do. Just... don't get hurt."
Squeeze.
Lucia hugged me warmly as she spoke. Moments like this drove it home—how much she'd given me, how precious the church was. I was always grateful to the goddess for all this.
I'll wrap this up quick and go have fun with Lucia.
Dealing with demons was nothing special to me. I'd felled great demons before. Few could match my Holy Power—Lucia, maybe.
This commission? Easy as pie. Tutor or whatever, I'd nail it. Professionally.
"Greetings. I'm Carrot Freeman, upper holy knight of the Robwen Church."
"Oh my... Hello. I'm Rachel Charlotte. Just call me Rachel."
I bowed formally and greeted her warmly. Welcoming me was Rachel, a succubus with a voluptuous, sensual figure—the client who'd commissioned the church.
"Pleased to meet you, Rachel."
"You've heard all the details?"
"Yes. I've committed them to memory."
Even setting aside the unusual circumstances, she'd added some strict conditions:
First: The tutor must be female.
Second: Upper holy knight or upper priest.
Third: Someone capable of strict celibacy.
Fourth: One year term. Live-in instruction.
Not many fit all that. Upper ranks were rare, mostly men. Of the women? Just two. Both failed the celibacy test.
One got caught with hidden toys in her room. The other failed the Holy Power exam—turns out she was bedding her husband 18 times a week after work. Lucia had seen the report and muttered, She's not the client, is she? sticking out her tongue.
I was the only one who checked all boxes. Female (post-possession), upper holy knight, and masturbation? Never my thing—especially not in this body. Scary, tedious, pointless. Better spend those minutes training Holy Power.
Basically, I was the sole candidate.
"Such tough conditions... Thank you for accepting. Being succubi, we had to be strict."
"It's fine. Attending to the people's troubles is the church's duty."
I smiled and shook my head. Rachel's eyes curved seductively in response. Her clinging black dress amplified her sensual allure.
No effect on me, though.
So this is where I'll be staying...
Clack, clack. I walked the mansion's halls, pondering. I'd expected flashy succubus digs, but it was surprisingly modest for its size. How did they maintain a place this big?
Rachel led me to the second-floor parlor. Inside, three girls sipped tea—stunning beauties mirroring their mother. Girls, but adults by succubus standards. Their aging differed from humans.
"...You're the teacher?"
"The teacher?"
"Ah, um... H-hello...?"
As I entered, the three students spoke up. Identical features—triplets? Only hairstyles differed.
"This is the teacher I mentioned. She'll be in charge of you for the next year."
"Hello. I'm Carrot."
I smiled amiably, and the tension eased. I exchanged brief greetings with the succubus triplets.
Hard to tell apart at first, but conversation helped: Energetic twin-tails was Ruen. Cool, haughty bob-cut was Lua. Timid, long-haired-to-hips was Lucy.
First day—no lessons. The girls seemed wary, probing me oddly. Natural for day one, I figured.
Worked for me; more time to scout the mansion. Money and performance aside, I needed to investigate the suspicious bits.
Would wandering too much look odd? After greetings, I got my room—spacious, luxurious. Fitting for such a fine home.
I unpacked lightly and flopped onto the bed, weary from travel.
Rest a bit, then explore...
Real schedule started tomorrow. Bring it on.
"Saw her, right?"
"Yeah."
"Smells so good... Virgin scent too..."
In Ruen's room, the three succubi huddled, whispering.
"She's super pretty..."
"Yeah. That amazing smell? Bet she's never even masturbated."
"G-Good thing we asked Mom..."
They were talking about Carrot.
The upper holy knight Rachel had brought as "food." Not literal eating—just draining essence.
Normal succubi fed on male essence; incubi on female. In this integrated society, substitutes abounded—no need to prey on people.
But this household's succubi couldn't. A "unique constitution." They required periodic female yin energy. Regular women lacked nutrition; no substitutes existed for their rarity. Ten barely filled them up—they suffered chronic hunger.
Then Rachel thought: Why hunt for women?
She commissioned the church for a strong one brimming with yin—then chained her here as a pantry.
"So, when do we start...?"
"Gotta imprint the Sound Gate first."
"Can't we just pounce? Like, force her down raw!"
"She'd burn up in Holy Power..."
"...Tch."
The triplets schemed. Lure the fallen holy knight into the tiger's den—
"Anyway, tonight. Sound Gate work."
—and claim her as an endless yin pouch.
Carrot had entered the tiger's den.