Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: The Succubus Queen's Love
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There is one thing that is considered taboo for succubi.
That is true love.
For a race that treats male essence as a meal and inevitably leads a promiscuous life, it is regarded as an unnecessary hindrance.
For a low-level succubus to survive by draining essence, it is almost impossible to have intercourse with only one man—that is common knowledge.
After all, if she has a man in her heart, the only choice left is to refuse all sustenance and starve to death.
But,
‘That’s why, among us succubi, love is considered a very shallow emotion.’
For Bellamora, the story was different.
Born as a hybrid of a high-level vampire and a succubus, she could survive from birth without needing to take male essence.
‘Parents trying to protect their child even in a blazing fire, a man sacrificing his life for a mere lover….’
Watching over Astal from above his head, Bellamora tilted her wine glass and recalled the past. It was from the time before she received this territory from the Demon King, when she killed humans and absorbed their life force instead of essence.
What on earth is love, that one would throw themselves into a pit of fire, risking their life to protect or save someone? Bellamora couldn't help but feel immense curiosity about it.
The parents who gave birth to Bellamora treated her as a mere one-night result and abandoned her. Therefore, she had no grasp of what the emotion called love was or what it was like.
‘…What on earth is love, to make someone do that?’
How could a feeling that squeezes the chest and is as painful as having your heart sliced by a blade coexist with a happiness that makes you feel like you possess everything in the world?
“That’s why I want to make you the man who loves me. Astal Caisaros.”
Looking at Astal’s youthful face, Bellamora gently raised the corners of her mouth. A mage from the hero’s party who harbors disgust and hostility toward monsters and demons.
How delightful would it be to make him blindly love her and turn him into an obedient pet who follows her commands?
Because she knew that true love was something that could forgive even someone from an enemy family or a sworn foe.
“Isn’t this much better than burning with vengeance against the demon race your whole life? This is also the pure love I learned from others.”
Bellamora laughed as she carefully examined Astal’s memories. It was an exciting story, no matter how many times she revisited it.
The plot of becoming a hero to avenge dead parents was clichéd, but it was also quite a classic trope.
“…So, I must make you suffer in this movie until your spirit is completely broken.”
Bellamora narrowed her eyes as she watched Astal trying to fight Dullahan, another of the Four Heavenly Kings.
What kind of mental state must he be in to pick a fight with Dullahan, known as the undefeated knight, when he is barely at the level of an intermediate mage?
He should clearly know that even she, who is not specialized in combat, couldn’t properly injure him.
“Because you possess such a noble soul. Transparent and beautiful, like glass crafted by an artisan.”
Looking at Astal’s blue eyes, Bellamora felt saliva pooling in her mouth. Even after dropping him back into his unfortunate past, his eyes still held hope.
“Ah, I want to have those eyes intact….”
Bellamora let out a coquettish voice as she gazed at Astal’s eyes. She was in a situation where she let out a hot, sweet breath with a slightly perverse and excited sound.
Because in the past, she had seen the exact opposite of that.
When Astal first saw Bellamora, one of the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings, he had sent her a look mixed with contempt and disgust.
A gaze filled with killing intent, a determination to definitely kill the opponent. It was the first time Bellamora had ever received such a look from a male.
It was normal for males who approached her, the pinnacle of succubi, the Succubus Queen, to be unable to control their boiling lust.
But Astal Caisaros was not like that at all. The emotion of vengeance had overcome sexual desire.
“Haa, I got a little excited.”
Trembling slightly, Bellamora exhaled a hot breath and spoke. She wanted to mess up Astal’s memories right now, turning him into a fool who knew nothing.
“…I still don’t like this kind of variation. Because in the end, you must beg me to become your lover.”
But wouldn’t that be boring?
Imagining what it would be like to see someone like that, with their memories preserved intact, eventually collapsing without being able to resist, Bellamora moved her hand with a twisted smile.
Swish—.
As Bellamora lightly swept her hand to the left as if rewinding, Astal bowed his head according to the original history and was shouting at the demons to kill him.
“A movie should proceed according to the director’s thoughts. Because in the end, the one holding the megaphone is me.”
In this way, Bellamora could manipulate someone trapped in an illusionary dream as she pleased. The reason she had conducted reconnaissance last time was because she had sensed the strange current flowing between the Saint Victoria and Astal.
Because she thought that if he were to genuinely come to like Victoria, her chance to feel true love would fly away.
“…Being the Succubus Queen is really helpful in times like this.”
Until now, Bellamora had held a sense of disgust toward being a succubus. Because she thought they were a race that feigned and fabricated love just to feed on cheap essence.
So she lived by covering herself with clothes, avoiding exposing her skin as much as possible, and never tasting male essence.
Because she, a high-level race as a Queen, not a low-level succubus, could escape the inherent limitations of succubi.
She also had the thought that she, unlike others, wanted to meet a man who would truly love her.
“You would understand me, right? I was also abandoned by my parents, so I went through many hardships to survive alone.”
In this way, Bellamora’s attraction to Astal was like a fateful, twisted bond. Knowing his past, she couldn’t help but obsess over him in an even more distorted direction.
She was a woman at the exact opposite pole from the Flower Saint, Victoria.
The Saint, living a life with a time limit, showed a outwardly sharp side to the man she liked, while the succubus, living an eternal life, pretended to be affectionate only on the surface.
One reveals bare skin by modifying clothes to get attention; another digs up the painful past of the other to use it to get attention.
Because that was the love they had learned.
“To completely break you and recreate you into a pure, untouched existence like a blank slate. That is the form of true love I envision…!”
Bellamora felt ecstatically happy right now. She had also sent the Saint who would interfere far away.
Originally, she would have cast an illusionary dream on Victoria as well, but she didn’t want to waste even a moment of this precious time.
And that carelessness and insane obsession became,
“Huh…? That face….”
the trigger that eventually made Victoria Everhart set foot into the illusionary dream Bellamora had created.
“The breast-Saint who only knows how to shake her vulgar lumps of flesh left and right… has entered my illusionary dream, not even knowing her life is precious?”
Seeing the face of Victoria, the person she hated most in the world, Bellamora gnashed her fingernails and revealed her hostility.
How on earth did she enter this illusionary dream?
It was impossible for Victoria, who would cease to be a Saint if she lost her virginity, to have had intercourse with Astal.
“…You kissed? I haven’t even done that, but of course a lewd cow-like bitch like you would know well about succubi.”
Realizing that Victoria had used another method to make their mucous membranes touch, Bellamora frowned and expressed her anger.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ To be honest, the kiss Victoria gave was incredibly intense.
It was a deep kiss that felt like she was devouring me, and her seemingly clumsy tongue movement persistently teased the roof of my mouth and my tongue as if searching for my weak points.
Victoria’s lips and tongue were moist and soft.
“…Do you know what you just did?!”
I raised my voice at Victoria and asked. Because I felt ashamed and embarrassed that I had even thought, ‘the thief’s conscience pricks him.’
Even though we were just fake lovers by contract, if we had gone as far as kissing, my head was already aching thinking about how to explain it to my comrades later.
“Huh? Isn’t it only natural for a beautiful princess to kiss to wake a sleeping prince? It’s something that originally appears in fairy tales….”
“…It’s the opposite!”
“Hehe, it’s cute how your cheeks have turned red. Was the stimulation too strong for you? Or perhaps….”
Covering her mouth with her hand, Victoria giggled while looking at me. Seeing that her ears were also red, she seemed to be hiding some embarrassment.
“It was my first time too, but are you expecting me to say it felt really good?”
“If it weren’t for Bellamora’s illusionary dream, I’d want to just keep sucking your tongue and giving ‘I like you’ kisses for the rest of my life….” Victoria’s inner thoughts showed a perverse kissing sound and a desire for more kissing with me.
“…What kind of crazy talk is that?!”
Hearing Victoria speak in a strange tone, I jumped up and shouted. It was the kind of remark that would make anyone misunderstand us as lovers who had just had a passionate affair.
“Hehe, I’m joking. I thought you wouldn’t return to an adult unless I shocked you like this.”
“Ah, right.”
Hearing Victoria’s words, I lowered my head and looked at the floor, and saw that my original height had returned.
Realizing the disconnect with reality, I had briefly changed back to my original form.
“I did have the desire to tease you mercilessly while you were little, Astal-nim…. But no matter how I thought about it, given the situation….”
“Like burying Astal-nim’s face in my chest, grabbing his arms and scaring him in the air…, I wanted to cover his cheeks with kisses because he was so cute….” Victoria let out a deep sigh as if regretful, looked at my face, tightly closed her eyes, and shook her head.
Click, click.
As if sensing her concern, the sound of high heels echoed, and a familiar face began to appear.
“…Oh my, have you forgotten you’re still in my illusionary dream?”
“Bellamora…!!”
Endless dream.
One of the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings.
Succubus Queen Bellamora Lyctis.
“I think Astal-nim would look even more lovely and perverse with a completely broken expression. Don’t you think your thoughts might change if you repeat the past where your parents die hundreds, thousands of times?”
Bellamora gave a cold sneer toward me and glared at Victoria as if to kill her while saying something horrifying.
“Just say you’ll become my lover! Then I’ll cover your sullied lips with a kiss overflowing with love. Because that’s the true love I envision…!”
Bellamora was shouting love from her mouth, but her actions were those of a demon who wouldn’t hesitate to kill or hurt someone.