A Spoonful of Misunderstanding and the Night Visitor
Rohan didn't open his eyes to Lete's voice right away. A lot had happened before that.
The silent desert night.
Inside the temple, sheltering from the sandstorm, the girl on night watch had waged a fierce war in her mind between reason and instinct.
And her body, yielding to the outcome, had acted on it.
'Carefully, carefully.'
It didn't matter that she was a woman with no experience with men.
A skill that transformed her into a succubus taught her so much.
'Slowly...'
She didn't even need to touch him directly.
She naturally learned how to stimulate a man's special part with the tiniest amount of mana.
'And gently...'
Innocent and pure, she followed her instincts, wrapping soft mana into a ring-like shape. It clung to Rohan's body, which had reacted to her succubus aura, and spun softly like a hand, teasing and tickling.
When she sensed him twitch, she spread her mana thin to catch what poured out.
Lete used the techniques bundled with her skill to extract only Rohan's essence cleanly, without dirtying his clothes. The result was like a small water balloon.
"Mm."
As the process ended, Rohan furrowed his brow and squirmed faintly.
Lete held her breath in tension, watching him intently. Only after confirming he was still asleep did she quietly rise from her spot.
'Did sunbae feel a bit refreshed too...?'
His face certainly looked that way.
Maybe Lete just wanted to see it that way.
Her pitch-black eyes turned to her hand.
Rohan's essence, held by mana and floating in the air. She was first struck with awe at the sheer volume and potency.
'As expected of sunbae...!'
Lete swallowed her rising saliva.
She decided to hide this precious thing inside her body. She parted her moist lips.
"Hah."
She shoved it into her mouth all at once and savored it. The thick, jelly-like substance filled her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the essence, then swallowed without hesitation.
The moment it clung thickly to her throat and slid down slowly,
Lete's eyes snapped open like she'd been struck by lightning.
"Eut!?"
The girl clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her broken voice.
Her whole body trembled. Her thighs clenched together inward.
'This is seriously dangerous...!'
Lete knew in that instant of absorbing Rohan's essence,
She'd never forget that brief moment for the rest of her life.
She hadn't consumed it the most efficient way—straight from the source to her mouth and throat—but she had no regrets.
Before she could even think about efficiency, the thrill sang hymns in her mind, drowning out any guilt.
Her body twisted in ecstasy.
'Ah.'
It was a eulogy to fine cuisine, a song of praise.
The Succubus Transformation that had felt like a curse just days ago now seemed like the greatest stroke of luck in her life.
She pitied any succubus in the world who died without ever tasting Rohan.
"Haa...!"
She swallowed every last drop. The skill reacted, warming her body through.
Now, no gourmet delicacy in the world could move Lete but one.
The lingering thick scent and taste in her mouth made her crave more, but at the same time, she didn't want to move.
She wanted to savor the peak of her mind settling slowly.
"..."
Once the savoring ended, Lete stared blankly at the ceiling.
Consuming the essence had flooded her mind with new knowledge.
'Oral intake only gives half of half the efficiency... But even this much...'
Rohan's essence spread through her body, permeating her and accelerating her growth.
Even without the proper method, it was a massive leap. She could clearly feel herself getting stronger.
She knew this convenient growth wasn't infinite, but it would let her reach absurd heights at ridiculous speed up to a certain point.
And so.
After the ecstasy that erased all fears and circumstances faded,
The aftermath stormed in, shoving reason back into place.
'Huh?'
Lete felt mana gathering and lifted her clothes to check.
A black heart-shaped pattern had appeared on her lower abdomen.
"...!!!"
She jolted in shock. Part of the pattern shimmered pink, evidence of her essence intake.
Even suppressing and releasing the skill didn't make it vanish.
As she flailed in panic, the skill informed her what it was.
The succubus knowledge conveyed that even she hadn't expected the pattern to imprint after just one intake.
'Wh-what!? A lewd tattoo!?'
In a way, it was a mark from her actions.
Panic set in.
She didn't usually wear clothes that showed her stomach, but this was still a serious problem.
Time passed with her freaking out, and now,
Before waking Rohan, she'd tried every method she could think of, but it wouldn't erase.
'Wh-what do I do...!'
But Lete knew.
Now that she'd tasted it, she wouldn't miss the chance even if she could go back in time.
Sweet Crime Beyond Memory
Achievement Reward: Weakness Infliction debuff chance increases when with the perpetrator.
Perpetrator's growth speed rises when with Rohan.
Perpetrators: Sion Testarosa, Clara, Ichinose Yui, Lete
'?'
Waking with a refreshed sensation, Rohan stared blankly at the alert window.
More importantly, the list below it.
Lete's newly added name was flashing.
"...?"
Rohan gulped down cold water to shake off the daze. He wanted to splash his face, but held back and drank instead.
'What the hell?'
Increased growth speed when together was obviously good. Higher debuff chance on Weakness Infliction was always welcome.
But not knowing why was frustrating. For the future, he at least wanted to know the conditions.
"Hm."
He checked his body all over, but nothing stood out.
In the end, Rohan's gaze settled on the girl whose name had been updated.
"Lete."
"D-did you call me, sunbae!"
Lete, who had been fiddling with her clothes while facing the wall in the corner, scurried over.
"Anything unusual while I was asleep?"
"N-nothing unusual!"
"No incidents at all?"
"Y-yes...! That's right!"
The girl's expression was odd. Incredibly complicated. Unlike usual, she wouldn't meet his eyes.
Thanks to that, Rohan had a gut feeling.
She wouldn't spill even if he pried, but something had definitely happened.
'What the hell qualifies as a "perpetrator"...'
Rohan's thoughts spun.
He stumbled slightly, catching the sweet scent of Lete lingering in the air.
'Not Lete doing something to me, but me doing something in my sleep? Sleep-talking weird shit, or a dream where I did something that triggered it...'
As he'd said when staying at Juyeon's place, Rohan wasn't one to remember dreams. But according to Juyeon, he did dream.
That's why the "beyond memory" part nagged at him.
With this cloying aura, it was possible he'd had a dream maxing out his libido from dating Sion and Clara lately.
Just moments ago when he woke, there'd been that pleasant aftertaste and mysterious relief.
'If the achievement triggers from dream partners, I can't control it... I didn't sexually harass Lete in my sleep, did I?'
He recalled the massive blunder at Sion's mansion in his sleep.
Unlike that day, Rohan praised himself for not messing his clothes this time as he stood.
It was Lete's turn to sleep. He could mull over the mystery after she was out.
Rohan grabbed his unsheathed sword and shed his outer jacket, spreading it on the floor.
"Sleep here. The academy uniform's tough, so use it as a blanket or mat however."
"Th-thank you...!"
As Rohan settled by the campfire, Lete moved with unnatural steps.
She pressed down firmly on her baggy hoodie, unlike usual. Hands wrapped around her stomach as she walked—Rohan watched closely.
She looked worried, like she had a stomachache.
"Lete. You hurting anywhere?"
"N-no, not at all...!"
Lete shook her head furiously in denial.
Rohan followed up with relief, then made it clear.
"If anything hurts even a little or feels off, tell me right away. Holding it in just makes bigger problems—you know that, right?"
"...Y-yes!"
"I'll wake you when it's time. Rest well."
Lips pursed, Lete forced her eyes shut.
Still not calming, she covered her stomach and thighs with Rohan's jacket on the floor.
Rohan kept his gaze away as much as possible to let restless Lete relax,
And shoved the remaining branches into the campfire.
'Running low on firewood.'
He rose as quietly as he could and headed outside.
A cool breeze greeted him as he exited the temple.
'Nice and chilly.'
The temperature difference between outside and inside was huge.
Rohan stretched lightly, then kicked at the sand.
Traces of long-gone greenery.
He gathered dried plants and twigs.
As he straightened with his arms full of firewood,
Rohan sensed someone approaching and unhesitatingly dropped the load, gripping his sword.
The presence drew steadily closer.
'Huh?'
Rohan relaxed his grip at the extremely familiar aura.
The other side sensed him too and confirmed, approaching even faster.
Over the sand dune.
Pure white tiger ears perked up and popped into view.