The Mage's Succubus Test
"I... I'm not... a succubus.... I'm not...."
The surroundings are dark, yet everything is bright enough to see clearly. My heart beats slowly, but my blood races fast. She's about my height, but she feels overwhelmingly imposing.
"What, trying to play nice now?"
The magic, the rules—whatever it was, it's unraveled. I can freely think of the name Aisoll even now, and attach a derogatory suffix to the mage in my mind. But I can't say it out loud. It's not some spell; I just can't open my mouth. The pressure is incomparable to the forced politeness from before.
"Screeching like a beast one minute, spewing bullshit the next."
It's crushing me. My head feels heavy. From the crown of my head, including the straight horns sprouting up, the air itself has thickened. She's not physically that strong, so I don't collapse right away. But the weight pressing on my head feels like it's holding back—if she wanted, she could smash me flat. That chills me to the bone.
"You, claiming to be a human. A man."
Each word spat out deliberately. It's not wrong. No matter what I look like now, that's an unchangeable fact. But with the weight bearing down on my head, if I even lower it, my neck might snap.
"Speak."
"Y-yes... yes...."
My lips, heavy even to part, come loose easily. I can't say more.
"Hah, because of this fucking succubus bitch."
The mage stands from her chair. A cluster of lights, bright but not blinding, swirls around Aisoll. One step. Another. Toward me.
"If you're human, then what's with those horns? Why's your skin that color?"
When she spat insults before, there was emotion in them. Now, nothing. Just cold, emotionless tone.
"If you're a man, then what's this?"
Her pointed finger stabs toward my chest. Then it slowly slides down. To the place hidden by my breasts.
"Even if we skip that, where's yours? Speak."
"Th-that...."
Why's my skin like this? Why the horns? Why these huge tits? I can't say anything. I don't know. I can't explain it. How the hell would I know why succubi are shaped like this? All that comes out is a deflating wheeze.
"Then let's experiment."
Not asking permission. A low declaration rings clear.
"Like Leona said, if you're a succubus, your eyes'll roll back right away."
Leona—the hero. What did the hero say? Eyes rolling back at what?
"If you're human, you'll be fine, obviously."
What the hell is she planning? How does she plan to distinguish human from succubus? Wait. Wait.
"Aisoll—no. Mage. Mage-nim. Wh-what are you—"
"Test subject. Yeah, from now on, you're my test subject, you fucking succubus bitch."
"No no, what are you even—"
"Test subject. Shut your mouth."
My words choke off. I can breathe, but it's like paper or cloth stuffed in—my mouth won't move. Aisoll steps back. Hands on her hips. Click—a light metallic sound, belt hitting the floor. Then her black dress, still on, flutters down with it.
"Look closely."
I don't need telling; my gaze snaps there naturally. Curves, but slimmer than mine—way skinnier than the hero's hips. Legs so slender comparison's pointless. Between those thighs. Aisoll's hair is black, so. Black pubes. And.
"Wh-what?"
"Hilarious, right?"
The floating lights make Aisoll's body crystal clear. But. What is that? I know what it is. But.
"Us girls have cocks—fucking hell, actual cocks."
This again. This feeling. This situation. I know it. Yesterday. Just like yesterday. Right now is.
"And you're claiming to be a man with no dick."
My head spins dizzily for a second. I shake it off fast. Take a big deliberate breath. Gotta stay sharp. Experiment, she said. So if I endure this, I'm good. Reasons to hold out are endless. I'm a man. A human. Yesterday I was starving out of my mind, no choice. But not now. Just endure this. Get through this moment, and I can proudly claim I'm human.
"I said look properly."
The crushing sensation on my body has eased a bit. I straighten my head. So. Just this. Just this moment.
Same hero party, but 'hero' and 'mage' differ, sure. Compared to Leona, Aisoll's scrawny. Her smooth belly has zero muscle. Thighs too. And that one dangling there—worlds apart. The hero's was branded in my mind like a stigma. Not just huge, but dark, veiny, grotesque—instinctively revolting. But Aisoll's? Shorter, thinner. Pale like her thighs, fitting her skinny frame—clearly lacking girth at a glance. Balls dangling pathetically, almost comical. At that length, even hard, one hand would wrap it up easy.... Wait, grab it? Why think that? Why am I comparing to the hero's? Why even think of grabbing? How long do I have to endure this?
"Ex-experiment. How long... until...."
"Leona was right."
Something's wrong. With me. I can feel how off I am. Crystal clear. Thoughts sharper than yesterday. That much more chaotic. It's been weird from the start. Why'd I have to go through all that crap? Why the abuse? What's wrong with being a succubus?
"Stop averting your eyes. Look properly."
Yeah. Gotta look right. No turning away. It's the experiment. Just endure this. But the dizziness, the déjà vu, the weird feeling won't fade. Why? I had one too. Black pubic hair. And a penis. A dick. Cock. Cock. Weird. I had one. Right? Did I have one?
"Wh-what?"
A cock? On me? A cock?
"Ha, ha, haha. Heh, hehehe...."
"Well, well."
Can't hold back the laughter. Even I think it's ridiculous. No way. Impossible. How? Me having one? I'm a succubus? No. No way. I was scared shitless. Terrified of the mage. But seeing the cock... it all vanished. All thanks to cock-sama. Cocks are like that. Cool. Heart pounding. Pure bliss. But a cock-sama like that... for a succubus like me? Ridiculous. Too funny.
"Heh, hehe, hihihi...."
The mage—no, mage-nim must cast spells with her cock-sama too. Magic that makes you laugh uncontrollably? Happiness magic? So funny. So happy, so fun, laughter bubbles out.
"Fuck, I'm so pissed, seriously."
Mage-nim's muttering sounds delightful. Hero-nim's voice was deep and husky like her cock-sama, but mage-nim's is girlish. Like a bird chirping. Her cock-sama too. Black fur. So approachable. Felt that way when I first saw her. Why so familiar? There was a reason....
"Hey, hey. Ailet!"
Mage-nim calling snaps my thoughts. Succubus thoughts don't matter anyway. What mage-nim—who has cock-sama—says matters way more than a succubus like me.
"Y-yes, yeees~?"
Oh no. Drool already pooling. Speech slurring weird.
"No magic this time. Tell me what you are. With your own mouth. Clearly."
Why ask that? It's obvious. Even with my head messed up from cock-sama. Unchanging fact. More seriously now. Swallow hard. Calm voice.
"I'm a succubus. A succubus who submits the second she sees cock-sama. One who gets super happy at cock-sama, drooling pussy and all...."
Mage-nim smirks at my words. Her smile's pretty too. Delicate like her pale cock-sama. So cute.
"You said you were human? No, more than that—you were a man?"
"Who, whooo~?"
"You. You, Ailet, said it."
Did I? I did. Why'd I say that? Hand to lower belly, the now-warm sound-mark. Below it, my pussy. Men need cock-sama. But I've got womb and pussy? Sensitive body feels it clear. Touch confirms it.
"Ah, no way that's true. I'm pussy, a total pussy! Hehe, hehe."
"...All that rage was for nothing. Hah."
Mage-nim flops back into her chair. Between her naturally spread legs, cock-sama peeks out coyly. So adorable. Wanna greet it. But can't. Mage-nim looks bad. Succubi know. That's exhaustion.
"Now prove it. You said you're a succubus. Shapeshift. Transform or whatever."
"More than thaaat~."
I step forward barefoot, slow and careful. Not that hungry, but cock-sama's mood trumps succubus hunger.
"Succubi are better at something else~."
"Agh, fine. Whatever. Do anything. You fucking retard. Agh. Talking to trash like you hurts my mouth."
Oh no. Mage-nim's totally disappointed. Cock-sama looks deflated now too. Heart aches.
"Then, let me service you~."
It's fine. Do good now. Can't give up in front of cock-sama. Creep closer. Slow. Approach, kneel carefully. Lean in sneaky. Rub rub.
"Hee, heehee♡"
"Hey, hey! You crazy bitch—?!"