Chapter 0
Translator: IPO
Chapter 0
Succubus.
A Demon Race that possesses a sensual body and beautiful appearance, seduces Humans, and siphons Vital Energy to use it as its own Life Force.
In the Subculture Sphere, including Manga and Novels, it is quite famous.
As a lewd and erotic character, that is.
Wherever it appears, there is a high probability it becomes the female character in charge of fan service and sex appeal, and in MMORPGs, it is actually harder to find a case where there is no Succubus at all—so if we’re talking fame, it is famous in its own way.
No, rather than a character, it should be described as a Race.
Well, either way is fine.
Succubus.
If you’re a man, you couldn’t possibly not like it.
They say women like it too, but I don’t really know about that.
Anyway, that Succubus is me.
I never imagined that I would become that Succubus in my lifetime.
To give a simple summary, I got caught up in a Rift that ruined Earth, fell into a bizarre world I had never seen before, and only then did I become a Succubus.
Becoming a Succubus alone was already unfair and bewildering, but that world was also an exceptionally miserable and dark place, to the point that I rolled around thinking it would be better to just die.
I even wanted the body of an Orc specialized for combat rather than being a frail Succubus.
If you only listen to the word Succubus, you might think it’s a pretty Race, or at least that having a Human-like form makes it tolerable, but this damned Race called Succubus uses Vital Energy as its very Life.
So troublesome situations… were truly many.
If only I were an ordinary Succubus, I could at least hide my physical characteristics to a reasonable degree and blend into Human society.
In fact, a considerable number of Succubi mixed into the entertainment industry or slipped into the cracks of Human society and went their entire lives without ever being discovered.
But I couldn’t even do that.
Because I was a guy who turned into a Succubus’s body?
No.
I’m not an ordinary Succubus—I am a Succubus Empress.
Not a Succubus Queen, but an Empress.
An actual Empress.
Yes, that Empress that appears in Tarot Cards.
Empress, Empress Consort, Empress Sovereign.
Well, those are the kinds of terms used, but generally, the highest rank of the Succubus Demon Race ends at Succubus Queen—yet I was given the title Empress.
Why, you ask?
A truly large number of things happened, and somehow, it ended up that way.
The end.
I think there will be a chance to gradually explain this story later on.
Anyway, returning to Earth in this state was troublesome in many ways as well….
On top of that, Earth itself had become a world where Rifts or Gates opened, monsters poured out, and Awakened individuals appeared—but even so, Earth was far better than the previous world.
Well, I’ll just live.
Anyway, I am a Succubus. A Succubus among Succubi, enough to bear the title Empress—but I was clearly different from ordinary Succubi.
I hated erotic things, exposure, and sexual relationships—all of it.
As for clothes, no exposure at all—both top and bottom were formal wear.
I also hated my ankles or legs being exposed, so long socks were mandatory.
My face had to be covered as well.
Ordinary people would fall under forced enchantment and have their vitality drained just by facing my bare face.
Wearing a mask is too suffocating and not good for the skin.
Speaking is also difficult while wearing a mask.
Do you know how annoying it is when moisture builds up and your mouth feels damp and sticky?
So what I chose was a veil that only slightly revealed the lower half of my face and mouth.
A translucent veil like the ones worn by brides at weddings or Arab dancers.
This is quite good.
The breeze flows through, you can feel the air pleasantly, and since people can’t see my face directly, they don’t fall under enchantment.
Of course, even without direct exposure, this cursed body of the Nightmare Demon Empress—with its slender figure, hands, voice, and the faint silhouette visible through the veil—was more than enough to seduce Humans.
However, seduction is only useful when I intend to do it.
At all times… from the moment I stepped outside the house, there were people asking for my phone number, or sleazy middle-aged men suddenly linking arms with me and asking me to go hang out.
Honestly, bewildering things happen far too often.
I acknowledged myself that this face and body were beautiful, but this goes way beyond moderation.
At least by wrapping my entire body tightly in a formal suit, I could manage to go to the convenience store in front of my house.
“…HAA. What kind of formal suit should I wear today.”
Even formal suits have gotten boring at this point.