An Unusual Succubus
Lete remembered the moment she acquired this skill with crystal clarity.
She had discovered her origins mid-conversation with Rohan, exchanging their usual casual check-ins. No matter how many days she agonized over it, no answers came. Far from clearing her mind, stray thoughts only multiplied.
One such day dragged on like that—even after sweating it out at the dojo, her heart remained unsettled.
It was late when she met friends at a fast-food joint for some counseling disguised as chit-chat, hoping to shake off the funk.
Back home and sprawled on her bed, Lete sensed something unnatural seeping in.
The change hit without warning, flooding her mind with new knowledge.
"!?"
She threw off the covers. Her clothes were gone.
Her bare skin fully exposed.
Shadowy tendrils like black ink clung to her flesh, barely—just barely—covering her vital spots.
'Ah.'
What surprised her most wasn't the sight itself, but how little it shocked her. Her mind was unnaturally calm.
The skill had forced comprehension upon her.
Deep down, this form felt... natural.
While maintaining the transformation, Lete felt her mana and physical abilities surge to absurd levels.
Her original body felt like a lead weight by comparison, her power ballooning.
Elation washed over her. She pictured a rosy future where everything fell into place.
'With this power, not only can I get into Orion Academy, but I could thrive there too...!'
But it was a false hope. The immense mana and bonus skills brought only a fleeting thrill.
Even after releasing the skill and stumbling back to her normal self, problems plagued Lete's daily life.
Residual energy leaked out unpredictably, its mere presence arousing men around her.
Ordinary folk lost their minds entirely until she reined in her mana, staring blankly as self-control slipped away. Even mana users eyed her with lecherous intent.
Lete instinctively understood succubus instincts and biology.
Men's essence was her fuel.
But the skill was just one facet. She was human by birth and identity.
She couldn't welcome the lustful gazes from mana-drunk men. Far from craving their essence, revulsion dominated.
'I'm human.'
Her resolve and direction were firm. She had no intention of recklessly entangling with men to grow her power.
Yet the uncontrolled force felt insurmountable.
Even simple outings risked collateral damage.
'Even with this power, like this...'
Crisis loomed—not just Orion admission, but reuniting with Rohan and so much more hung in the balance.
She confessed the skill to her dojo-running parents. She took leave from school and barricaded herself in a private training room.
To reclaim normalcy, Lete toiled until she found a workable compromise for daily life.
Perfection eluded her, but holing up practicing control had clear limits.
That closed-door training had ended just yesterday.
Despite vacation's end, she'd skipped school with endless excuses—until today.
And on her first day back in ages, Lete got swept into this mess.
"Succubus...?"
Rohan sensed the aura wafting from Lete—it mimicked a succubus perfectly.
That syrupy scent stirring base desires, the sticky cling of her mana. Sensations he'd grown numb to in the Nest of Dream Demons.
"As expected, I knew you'd spot it right away, sir. If I use more mana here, it'll be hard to contain...?"
Lete looked up, locking eyes with Rohan—and trailed off.
"Lete?"
"!"
His voice snapped her back. Seizing the moment, she pinched and twisted her thigh.
Pain cleared her head.
'Th-that was close.'
She didn't know why. But seeing Rohan unleashed, her vision nearly blurred.
She'd planned to release the skill upon gauging his state, worried it'd affect him. Instead, she nearly lost it.
'What the heck about Rohan-sir...?'
Lete couldn't tear her eyes away. Her succubus instincts craved his essence like mad.
She'd loathed men's essence all along. Friends, dojo seniors and juniors—every guy she'd known repulsed her.
But Rohan was different. Just looking made her mouth water. Her heart pounded.
'Because I like him?'
Did affection make his essence special?
But this was only their second meeting. Shaking it off, she forced words out.
"A-As you can see, I've been so focused on controlling this skill that I couldn't contact you, sir..."
"Must've been tough keeping it in check."
"Not perfect yet. I've learned to use bits without full transformation, but sometimes it slips control..."
What she revealed to Rohan was just a fraction.
Full release meant clothes vanishing by inexplicable logic, shifting to utterly vulgar attire.
She couldn't show that.
"You more comfortable like this?"
"It's an awkward halfway stage—no big difference. But... does it not bother you, sir?"
"Me?"
"I was gonna release it right away after checking your state."
This was a first for Lete. Rohan seemed utterly unaffected.
Her wings and tail drooped visibly at the possibility.
"This form disgusts you, right...? Or maybe I'm not your type, or too ugly..."
"Nothing like that."
Straight denial, no humor. Lete's head snapped up.
Rohan continued steadily.
"I've faced real succubi before, and seduction doesn't work well on me. Biggest factor's probably the experience gap from actually dealing with them."
"Ah...!"
Truth was, personal differences played huge. Rohan had exceptional mental fortitude and talent against charms to begin with.
Plus, Nest of Dream Demons rewards granted status ailment resistance.
Lete's leaking mana? A breeze.
Her raw, unrefined aura wasn't even deliberate seduction—just uncontrolled succubus vibes seeping out.
'And even then, it's not zero stimulation. This is seriously scary power.'
A skill unheard-of, unseen in Abyss City. Curiosity outweighed wariness for Rohan.
Already this potent half-assed? Full mastery could be limitless, depending on her use.
Lete's personality might limit aggressive exploitation, but time could change that.
For now, though...
No active seduction, just that baby-sweet scent—leagues milder than the named succubi from the Nest.
"Even as a skill, I don't get how my body's doing this... Am I even human anymore...?"
"You're human, obviously. Why think otherwise?"
Not reassurance—certainty. Lete's head lifted at his tone.
Rohan offered an example for her identity crisis.
"Lete, you know about Beastification skills?"
"You mean sign language?"
"Ah! Yeah, that's sign language too. Nah, I mean turning into animals."
"...Such skills exist?"
Rohan hadn't seen one personally here.
But in Abyss City, beast-shifters abounded. Tragic reality: tiered by animal type.
"More common than you'd think. Vampirism transformations, goblins, werewolves too."
"No idea!"
"Succubus one's new to me. But similar cases? Plenty. They all deal with their skill woes but live as humans in society."
Lete's shadowed expression brightened a touch.
She flapped her sprouting wings lightly, curious.
"Nosy question, but... do they feel unlucky or fortunate?"
"Who knows. But if they've found ways to live with it, probably not so bad."
Rohan met her gaze with a smirk.
Lete hid her flush with tail and wings.
Rohan grinned at this one-of-a-kind, incongruous succubus.
"You said control's not perfect yet?"
"Y-Yeah... Focused on suppressing it, so I'm lacking elsewhere."
"Wanna train together in the dungeon? I can handle the aura, so I could help."
"Really!?"
Eyes wide, Lete leaned in close.
Sweet scent enveloped Rohan.
"Ah, but first things first. How about I stick with you, Lete? Won't be inconvenient?"
"I'd love that! More time chatting with you, sir... Honestly, dropping into this dungeon wrecked my mental game."
"Should check with your friends too?"
"They're all good-hearted! Explain, and it'll be fine!"
Confident, Lete stood, suppressing changes and brushing sand from her hips.
Rohan rose, dusting off too.
"They know about the skill?"
"Only you, sir. Too risky to mention lightly—keeping it secret."
"Smart. Best to hide it as much as possible."
Whether sharp senses or judgment, excellent call.
Yet she'd confided in him. That touched Rohan.
"You shared a secret, so here's one of mine."
With a magician's flourish, he showed empty hands—then pulled bottled water from the Shop.
Lete blinked at the chilled water handed over.
"Can get food too. Not infinite, so ration it, and excuses needed for the water, but with me around, no dehydration. Gotta protect your normie friends, right?"
"Thank you...!"
More joy from the shared secret than solved hydration woes.
Lete's lips twitched.
Separate from reason, succubus aura fed on positive vibes and Rohan's scent, igniting her lower belly.
She bit down, steadying herself.
"Right. Gotta be upfront about this with you."
"L-Listening!"
"I got two girlfriends recently."
Rohan gave a wry smile, laying it out.
"...".
Lete froze mid-motion.