Overnight Stays from Tomorrow
Juyeon’s head throbbed. But she didn’t even have time to feel the pain.
Her Orion Academy phone and personal cell were exploding with incoming calls.
Dealing with the flood of contacts from Samhwa Nation and other countries made her feel like she didn’t have enough hands or mouths.
And trying to track down missing cadets from Orion Academy made her regret having only one body.
The world was plunging into chaos. She couldn’t remember the last time something had shattered the peace like this in years.
The instructors were all tied up trying to calm things down and get a handle on the situation.
They had no time to even ponder the Monolith’s new form.
“Cadet Casey isn’t picking up…”
Carrot set down her phone, ears drooping, and went back to her paperwork.
Her face looked ready to crumple into tears as she added her class cadets to the missing list.
“…”
Juyeon kept working too. She sent messages to every cadet in her contacts and checked off the ones who replied.
She called the ones who didn’t respond.
Please.
The moment the incident hit, one face sprang to mind first.
Juyeon dialed Rohan.
Fueled by a nagging anxiety, her fingers flew endlessly, and she bit her lower lip.
The call cannot be connected. Redirecting to voicemail. Beep — call charges will now apply.
Juyeon ended the call with a heavy sigh.
As expected, no answer.
Again…!
It hadn’t been that long since Rohan had miraculously survived and returned from a dungeon.
Yet she was already convinced he’d gotten dragged into this Monolith mess too.
What kind of rotten luck was this for a cadet from the Southern Ruins’ Remnant, with no hometown to return to, wandering foreign lands even during breaks?
Juyeon ruffled her red hair with a hardened expression.
If she’d had the power to shatter that black tower in one strike when it appeared, maybe there wouldn’t have been any missing people.
Juyeon was sick of her own powerlessness—the kind that failed to deliver results when she needed it most.
“…”
When the call ended, the background image popped up: a photo of Samhwa Nation’s sea that Rohan had sent her.
Her tangled emotions settled a bit.
Juyeon took a deep breath and pulled herself together.
Come back like always.
That’s what she prayed.
Rohan might be fighting for his life in a dungeon right now.
She couldn’t even imagine how much he was suffering. Just thinking about it hurt her heart.
“I wanna taste senpai’s finger, imda.”
Her sticky mouth, filled with heat, was on full display.
This intimate space, which had never allowed any man’s intrusion, now featured a tongue slick with saliva wriggling around, her throat gulping visibly—an obscenely erotic sight.
“…What can you learn from tasting a finger?”
Lete responded to Rohan’s curiosity not with words, but with a deep, playful smile.
Her mouth stayed wide open, refusing to close.
A faint tension rippled through the tail coiled around his thigh, as if urging him to hurry up and stick his finger in.
Rohan chuckled and raised his hand.
He’d lost to his kouhai’s special brand of affection. No one could resist this.
As Rohan’s finger carefully landed on her slick tongue,
Lete sucked on it without a hint of hesitation, like it was a baby bottle.
“Mmngh… heut, unglp…”
Lete’s soft tongue wrapping around his finger kept sparking indecent thoughts.
The thick, clinging stimulation drove home just how terrifying her Succubus Transformation skill really was.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
She breathed raggedly, pressing her body hard against his.
The curves hidden under her oversized hoodie pressed right into him.
This is beyond what I imagined.
Lete wasn’t ordinary in any sense. The stimulation was overwhelming.
Even belting out the national anthem in his head, Rohan felt his self-control in his lower half reaching its limit, so he reined in Lete, who was lost in savoring his finger.
“Lete. That’s enough. We’re in the middle of a monster-filled desert—this is dangerous. Time to head back, yeah?”
As his finger slipped from her mouth, Lete stuck out her tongue just a bit, giving him a look of regret.
Rohan let out an awkward laugh and asked,
“Satisfied?”
“Hehe, senpai’s was so thick, my jaw nearly popped out, imda.”
“…”
It was literally about his finger.
Even this act of teasing with just one finger was succubus-level for sure.
“So? You said it was a test of my constitution and skills. Feel anything?”
“Mmm~”
Lete tightened her arms around Rohan’s waist, rubbing her cheek against him as she organized her thoughts, pursing her lips.
It almost looked like she was drunk.
“Senpai needs to know how delicious he looks, imda.”
“…First time hearing praise like that in my life. Should I be happy?”
“This isn’t a joke, imda! It’s a serious warning—other succubi might come after you, imda!”
“Got it. Anything else?”
“Just sticking close to senpai like this speeds up my mana recovery, imda~”
Her face nuzzling into his chest was catlike.
Rohan watched her and kept probing his curiosities.
“Lete.”
“Yeah? You call me, imda?”
“This isn’t sexual harassment or anything—I’m just curious.”
“You can ask me anything, senpai… oh, except my weight! You can ask anything but that, imda!”
Rohan couldn’t help but chuckle at Lete, who seemed dead serious about the joke.
Riding the lighter mood, he asked,
“All the succubi I met before wanted to drain my essence. You too?”
Lete swallowed hard, as if the thought alone made her mouth water.
Then, with a serious expression wiping away her smile, she said,
“…Senpai’s essence is a no-go, imda.”
“No-go?”
“It’s a gut feeling, imda. Any succubus who tastes senpai’s essence even once will be ruined beyond repair, imda.”
“Ruined how, exactly?”
“It’s like… Ah!”
The black in her eyes receded, whites returning.
The horns crowning her head like a laurel wreath vanished in plain view.
Lete’s face, regaining her senses and hastily releasing the skill, flashed with various emotions.
The girl’s cheeks flushed to their limit. Tears welled up from unbearable shame.
“Kyaaah!!! Aaaah!!! S-Senpai…! Please forget what just happened…”
Lete flopped face-first into the sand, banging her head against it.
It was the reaction he’d expected.
Rohan struggled to hold back his laughter at Lete writhing in shame and embarrassment.
“It’s fine. I figured this was the loss-of-control case you mentioned.”
Rohan helped Lete up from the sand.
Even standing, she couldn’t meet his eyes, the memory still vivid.
“I-I was holding on tight so this wouldn’t happen… I’m so ashamed, imda…”
“It came without warning, like always?”
“This time was different, imda… It’s my first time keeping the transformation up while using mana non-stop like this. And… plus…”
“Yeah?”
“Doing it your way made it easier to handle, so I used a bit more mana than usual, and then in one moment…”
“You lost control.”
“Exactly, imda… It happened too fast to react, imda.”
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t two separate personalities in Lete’s head.
The succubus-like behavior she’d just shown wasn’t multiple personalities. It was still Lete herself.
The form was governed by instinct—a bundle of raw, transparent desires too shameful to reveal even to close ones, too indecent to voice.
In opposition, what Lete tried to maintain through the skill was reason—the faculty that discerns situations, judges, and distinguishes human from beast.
The skill amplified her instincts, while her mental strength clung to reason, refusing to let go.
It all came down to which one seized control of her body.
“Hmm…”
After hearing the details and mulling it over, Rohan looked at the still-flustered girl and reached a conclusion.
“So, basically, Lete’s desire was to taste my finger?”
“Kyaaah!!! Senpai, please…”
“For a hidden desire, it’s pretty wholesome. Is this what they mean by a pure mind forged through harsh training?”
“Th-Thank you, imda…”
With Rohan interpreting it so positively, how could Lete confess the deeper truth she’d buried in her abyss?
The actions she’d taken in her instinct-driven state were a restrained sampling, held back again and again.
It hadn’t stopped at that because she chose not to—her instincts had sensed the crisis and pulled back.
Diving deeper would mean rejection from Rohan, a fear her instincts knew better than her reason.
“Drink some water first. You’re burning up—you’ll collapse.”
“Ahhh…”
Rohan bought chilled water with his skill and handed it over. Lete accepted gratefully and gulped it down.
The lingering taste of Rohan sliding down her throat.
Even that gave the girl a subtle thrill.
“Starting tomorrow, we’ll be out wandering all day. You good with that?”
“O-Of course, imda! I’m just worried if I can really help you, senpai…”
“You’ll help plenty. Being able to take down Desert Sharks or Dune Sailfish is more than enough.”
“Phew, glad to hear it, imda…!”
Rohan had already explained the dungeon clear method.
Lete had no intention of just sitting around. Surviving this would make the time infinitely valuable experience.
“If we go back like this, you won’t even feel like Academy City had a summer.”
Rohan turned to a lighter topic and started walking.
Back toward the brick house where everyone was waiting.