Awakening as an Incubus

I awoke to my awakening as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an incubus, only to find myself in a bizarre world. And I'd changed in a strange way too.

Small build, long black tail, androgynous looks that made it hard to tell if I was a guy or a girl.

⋯And the massive cock dangling from my lower body.

Thanks to all these changes, it was easy enough to accept that I'd become an incubus.

⋯Feels like watching some documentary they'd play in school.

I get why they were persecuted now.

Incubi and succubi are those evil demons that seduce and corrupt the pure, right?

And I've been reincarnated as their king.

It's been three days since I was dropped into this insane world.

Time to finally accept the message windows that pop up every morning at 9 a.m.

And the hunger gnawing at me in another sense too.

'I'm starving like crazy.'

Yeah, I definitely feel like I'll die without essence. I've scraped by on bread and water for three days, but my stomach never fills up.

Still, moving around isn't a problem yet. But if this keeps up, I'm sure to die.

"Tell me how to gather essence."

"⋯That's it?"

Alright, that's good. No guy hates sex.

But I've got zero luck with women.

Meaning, not just sex— even talking to them will be tough.

Yeah⋯ alright, looks like there's no law saying I have to just die? Gotta have something like this to work with.

"Status window."

That's all I have—just these two. And they're exactly what I need right now.

'Never dreamed it'd turn out like this all of a sudden⋯ but no choice. If I stay put, I might starve to death.'

Suddenly dragged to a weird world and told to seduce women for sex? Even I think it's a crazy situation.

But to survive, I had to accept the absurdity.

Life as an incubus is brutally tough. Especially for a small, frail one like me—surviving in this mad city is no joke.

Even stepping outside for a bit feels like risking my life.

'Those crazy beast bastards⋯ lurking in every damn alley.'

The area I live in has shitty security, so every alley's packed with thugs waiting to mug someone.

Not good, but most are beastkin taking animal forms. And the biggest chunk? Werewolves.

Handy encyclopedia entry. Name's werewolf, but they look almost human.

Just super tall—over 180cm for both men and women—with dog ears on their heads and fluffy tails on their asses.

"Hey, buddy? Your pockets look heavy. Mind if I hold 'em for ya?"

"Eek! W-W-Werewolf!"

While I was reading the entry, I spotted some poor sap getting nabbed by a werewolf. Damn, that height's intimidating as hell.

"It's broad daylight—how you out here working?"

"Ah, I like the night shift, bro. Gotta build that career these days if you wanna get ahead."

"Sorry, but I got nothin'. Can I just go?"

"Nah! No way!"

Way more upbeat than the encyclopedia's "always gloomy" bit.

"Hey, old timer, nice cane. Mind if I snap it?"

"Heh heh, looks like someone skipped home training."

"Gasp! How'd you know? I skipped grades in family ed!"

"Your speech reeks of education, son."

They don't even spare the elderly for muggings⋯ hell, they seem to target 'em more.

"Robbing the weak and elderly? You're a real piece of shit."

"NO, weaklings. Meaning the strong. I'm strong against the strong."

"Like the old man said—your speech screams low education."

Whoa⋯ better stay the hell away. Gotta turn back somehow.

That's when it happened. With a flashy noise, the skill triggered.

"Hey, you fucking bastards, what the hell you doing here?"

The air shifted. They say a real powerhouse changes the flow just by showing up?

Sure enough, a woman appeared who flipped the vibe completely on entry.

"R-R-Rasca sis! You're here!?"

"Yeah."

"Just wrapping up, headin' back now!"

"Bullshit, you said you like night shifts."

First off, she was huge. About 5cm taller than the males around her.

Her tits were huge too. Wide hips, and that ass was definitely fat.

A massive werewolf in every sense. Porcelain skin, long scar on one side of her mouth.

Belly exposed, showing off those ripped abs. Gave off a bold, straightforward vibe overall.

Hm, weird new feature. I used it right away.

⋯Classy encyclopedia entry.

"You fucking prick. Selling drugs to college kids? You think that's okay?"

"B-Boss, that's—!"

But despite the description, she seems kinda decent. You can tell just from how pissed she is.

"Not college undergrads, you dumbass—sell to grad students!"

Nope, my bad. Excellent misconception.

"No, boss⋯ grad students are few and far between, and those smartasses ain't doin' drugs."

"Tsk tsk, you know one but not two. The werewolf future looks bleak. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Listen up! Normies don't do drugs—they live normal lives."

Hell, Rasca here started lecturing on crime. Jaw-dropping shit.

"But grad students? Their lives are pure hell. Hard lives make you wanna escape⋯."

"G-Got it!"

"Yeah, yeah. Work hard. Yawwwn⋯ didn't sleep, fuckin' tired. I'm off to bed."

I'm a guy from Earth. Meaning? I've got average morals.

Hard to commit crimes against good people.

'But that woman⋯.'

Less than five minutes since I saw her, but she's trash through and through. No guilt ripping essence from her kind.

'Perfect.'

Decided I'd drain essence from drug-dealing, ass-kicking bitches like her over honest folk.

I nodded right away, and a wave of fatigue hit as my vision got sucked somewhere.

A few minutes later, when everything normalized, time had passed.

No need to rush me—I'm planning to go all out.