I'm Done For (7)
I'm Screwed (7)
The next morning.
In front of the full-length mirror in the spacious suite dormitory room that rivals a luxury hotel.
I stood there blankly, once again sinking into a deep swamp of despair.
"Sigh... Am I really supposed to go out wearing this...? It smells nice though."
The academy's female student uniform.
An impossibly short pleated skirt that reveals the thighs completely even when standing still.
A blouse so tight around the chest and waistline that the buttons seem ready to burst with every breath.
And above all, the frilly, embarrassing underwear I had to forcibly squeeze into just to somehow support these ridiculously voluptuous breasts.
"I'm going crazy, seriously..."
Thankfully, the heart-shaped tail, symbol of a succubus, slid back inside my body when I consciously clenched my sphincter muscle tightly.
But this terribly sweet peach scent emanating from my body with every breath was something I had no way to hide.
The sweet, cloying body odor pricked at the tip of my nose as if I'd poured perfume all over myself.
I closed my eyes tightly and struggled to fasten the last button of the blouse.
The silver-haired beauty reflected in the mirror pouted her cherry-like pretty lips following my deep sigh.
I had to admit it honestly.
Even to me, who used to be an ordinary guy named Lee Jeong-hoon, this current body was insanely pretty.
'No, beyond pretty... it's too sexy.'
If I kept staring, I felt like I'd become mesmerized by my own reflection, so I quickly turned my head away.
Then my eyes caught the name tag on my left chest.
Come to think of it, I hadn't even properly known this body's name until now.
[ Han Yi-seo ]
"...Even the name is pretty, damn it."
The path to the academy's main building literally parted like the Red Sea.
"Hey, look. The First-Year Representative is here."
"Crazy... Why does she look even more innocent today?"
"Wasn't she giving off a sharp vibe until yesterday? Why does her atmosphere feel so subtly..."
The blatant, dazed stares from male students shooting my way from all directions.
Walking with long strides out of habit from my male days, I was startled by the heated reactions around me and quickly reduced my steps to demure ones.
Every time the hem of my skirt fluttered and brushed against my white thighs, I could see the male students flinch and their faces grow even redder.
'Sigh... Just be normal. At least until I get used to this crazy body, let's live inconspicuously and normally.'
Repeating this hundreds of times in my mind, I opened the classroom door.
Clatter—
As I entered, the classroom that had been as noisy as a marketplace just moments ago fell silent as if cold water had been poured over it.
Dozens of pairs of eyes were following only me.
Keeping my gaze lowered, I found an empty seat and sat down quietly.
I unconsciously tried to sit with my legs spread apart, but paused at the cool air, then hurriedly pressed down my skirt and brought my knees together.
A short while later, a sharp-eyed magic professor stood at the lectern.
He scanned the attendance sheet and frowned.
"Hmm, everyone's here."
Huh...?
Wait a minute. Lee Jeong-hoon. So, they don't even know I'm gone?
"Um, excuse me, Professor?"
Anxiety made me raise my hand without thinking.
"What is it, Han Yi-seo-yang?"
"Well... Isn't student Lee Jeong-hoon absent?"
"Lee Jeong-hoon? Who's that?"
......?
A reaction as if my original existence itself had been completely erased from this world.
The professor pushed his glasses up and asked back with apparent puzzlement.
"Han Yi-seo? Still sleepy this early? There's no such name at our school."
What the hell?
I felt cold sweat pouring down my back like a waterfall.
I need to make an excuse. Before I get labeled a crazy person, I need to fix this quickly.
"Ah, well..."
My lips trembled as I forced an awkward smile.
"I must have been mistaken. I'm sorry."
Perhaps it was because of the cold sweat I'd been nervously dripping.
Or maybe because I'd been extremely tense since morning.
The terribly sweet peach pheromone scent, having lost all control, began to spread through the dead silent classroom in a whoosh.
At my barely squeezed-out excuse, the sharp-eyed magic professor 'Lee Dae-hee' frowned slightly then nodded.
"Hmm. As the Top Representative of the freshmen, your sense of responsibility in checking other students' attendance is commendable, but don't disrupt the class concentration."
"Yes, I'll keep that in mind."
I sat back down properly, my face flushed as I bowed deeply.
'You crazy bastard, Lee Jeong-hoon! Please shut your big mouth! I just promised myself not to stand out!'
Inside, I slapped my own cheeks dozens of times with satisfying force.
But the classroom atmosphere was turning strangely.
The male students sitting around me were sneaking glances my way, all with faces red as if about to burst, breathing heavily.
"Look... did you see how Han Yi-seo got flustered and turned red all the way to her ears?"
"I thought she was the unapproachable type... but she's surprisingly cute."
"Hey, but what's that great smell in the classroom since earlier? The scent is really... driving me crazy."
Their secret whispers pierced my ears through my heightened hearing.
Apparently, because I'd been sweating nervously and panicking, the sweet pheromones that had uncontrollably emanated from my body had spread stickily all the way to the back of the classroom.
I desperately fixed my gaze on the blackboard and tried to calm my madly pounding heart.
"Alright, everyone pay attention."
Professor Lee Dae-hee tapped the lectern to refresh the sluggish atmosphere.
"Today's first lesson is 'Mana Sensing and Manifestation.' Since you're all at a level capable of entering the academy, I assume you can naturally sense the mana within your bodies. But clearly 'visualizing' it and drawing it outward is a completely different matter."
The professor opened his palm facing upward.
—Vroom!
Instantly, a dense mass of blue mana began to coalesce above the professor's palm.
Exclamations of wonder burst from the students' mouths.
But what burst from my mouth wasn't any ordinary exclamation.
"Hng...!"
I hurriedly covered my mouth with both hands.
'Wh-what was that just now?!'
To my eyes, the professor's mana wasn't just some 'shining energy' or whatever.
It looked like premium fruit so ripe that sticky juice would drip from it any moment.
No, it was like delicious raw meat dripping with blood, thrown before a starving beast that had been clutching its empty stomach for days.
[ Succubus instinct detects high-concentration mana nearby! ]
[ Intense 'hunger' for mana (vital essence) is strongly stimulated! ]
As the eerie system notification appeared in my mind, my body began to heat up madly.
"Haa... Haat... Ngh."
Sweet saliva pooled abundantly in my mouth.
The problem wasn't just a rumbling hunger.
The succubus brain structure perfectly connected 'consuming mana' and 'sexual pleasure' through the exact same circuits.
Meaning that the act of taking mana was essentially no different from sexual intercourse.
'Ah, no. W-wait... Why is my body, why is it doing this? Ngh...!'
Every time the professor emitted energy strongly to demonstrate mana, my lower abdomen tingled as if electrocuted.
Thrilling pleasure rose and fell like a snake along my spine, and the sensitive peaks on my chest stiffened firmly as if about to pierce through the thin underwear and uniform blouse.
Unconsciously, I twisted my thighs together and curled my body up as much as possible under the desk.
"This is the basic form of a mana sphere. Now, since you've all seen it with your eyes, try to draw your own mana outward as much as possible from your seats."
And then, the gates of hell opened for me.
As soon as the professor's instruction ended, dozens of vigorous students throughout the classroom simultaneously began releasing their mana.
Poof, fwoosh-! Vroom-!
Though it was the unskilled work of just-enrolled freshmen, the vivid mana of dozens of people began spreading throughout the classroom all at once. For me, a succubus, it was a grand feast. No, it was arousal itself.
"Aah... Ngh, hng... Ah...!"
I practically lay on the desk, gripping my uniform skirt as if to tear it.
I'm going crazy.
The thick scent of male mana wafting from all directions is making me lose my mind.
A terrible heat was forcibly arriving—one that would melt me down to my bones, something I'd never even imagined during my time as a man.
Below, arousal fluids had already gushed out uncontrollably, thoroughly soaking my panties, and I rubbed my inner thighs incessantly against the unbearable itch.
'Please... Please everyone stop! If this continues, I'll really, really go crazy...!'
The terrible racial penalty I'd confirmed last night flashed through my mind.
A cursed body that couldn't be relieved through self-pleasure, but only by stuffing 'someone else's vital essence' inside me and sucking it in.
A terrifying fear overwhelmed me that if this continued, I might lose all reason and grab someone in the middle of the classroom, pull down their pants, and climb on top of them.
'Please, not the tail..!'
To make matters worse, a heavy foreign sensation began to bulge from inside my skirt, near the tailbone.
As the suppressed deep instincts of the succubus exploded under the shower of mana from dozens of people, the heart-shaped tail I'd hidden with my sphincter began to squirm uncontrollably, trying to spring out like a coil.
'Ho-hold on! Lee Jeong-hoon! If they discover you have a tail at the academy, you'll be dragged straight to the execution grounds!!'