Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: How Pure My Little Sister Is!
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The Absorbing Witch's request was simple.
Her one and only little sister.
The lovable troublemaker who'd been obsessed with human-world culture since childhood—Laura.
Human name: Joo Seo-hyun.
For your typical succubus, humans were nothing more than prey.
Squeeze out their stamina, devour their fatigue, wring pleasure from their flesh, and consume them.
Even among monsters, the race most resembling humans still saw themselves as superior beings.
Deceive them slyly, mock them, then devour.
But according to the Absorbing Witch, Laura had wanted to imitate humans since she was little.
Not as some game or challenge, but genuinely longing to live like them.
From speech patterns to exploring culture, books, news, dramas—everything.
"I don't wanna be a scary monster like you, sis! I wanna be a succubus who gets along great with people!"
With that goal of "officially adapting to human society," Laura had dived headfirst into the language and systems of a country called Korea from childhood. And the result?
She awakened a rare "daylight" affinity for magic among succubi.
Leveraging that talent, she even landed a job as a magical girl—one who protected humans despite being a monster herself.
But.
"The problems started after that..."
Time passed, and now.
Laura—no, Joo Seo-hyun—had gotten into Seoul National University and was finally living the "campus life" she'd always dreamed of in human society.
But right around then, the Absorbing Witch sensed something off.
"She used to call me at least once a week without fail. Lately, it's down to every other week. And every time we talk... I catch this faint 'male scent' through the phone."
"...Scent?"
"Yeah. If she's regularly milking a human male, it'd show up."
"......"
In summary, it boiled down to this:
If there's some bastard trying to pop my little sister's virgin pussy, rip off his dick and take his life while you're at it.
That was the intensely personal, obsessively clingy "job request" the Absorbing Witch had dangled in front of me, baited with unlimited cognitohazard organ supplies.
Honestly, I didn't get it.
I mean, sure, she loved human society, but Laura was still a succubus.
And for a succubus, what was semen anyway?
Wasn't it like mammals breathing air? Just basic physiology.
Upper mouth or lower—intaking semen was probably just a meal for them.
So why was the Absorbing Witch going this insane over it?
So I asked.
And the answer that came back... was simpler than I'd thought.
"How could I let some no-name thug take her precious virgin pussy?! If anyone's gonna... feed her, it'd be better if it was me."
This bitch was a full-blown siscon.
"Do you know how I raised my Laura?! Back when she had that semen collection assignment for practice? I double-milked guys myself so her pussy wouldn't get touched, and turned it in! We have to protect that girl's pussy!! ...You'd get it if you had a little sister, Taegon."
Hmm...
Even so, I doubt I'd go that far.
Well, a request was a request.
I was in a spot where I needed to grind out Sora's outdoor masochist training route anyway, and securing a stable supply from that side?
I decided to chalk this personal plea up to some pathological sisterly love and let it slide.
So now, here I was, staking out near the main gate of Seoul National University.
To see for myself if some lunatic was really bold enough to seduce a top-tier succubus first.
And sure enough, speak of the tiger.
In that vast campus, amid crowds drawn to her like magnets, one figure stood out.
"S-Seo-hyun! Wanna do homework together after class?"
"Seo-hyun~ Still deciding on a club? How about ours?"
"Guys, buzz off! Seo-hyun's playing with us~♥"
Gender didn't matter.
Like greeting an idol, mobs swarmed her relentlessly.
At the center: a woman with long green hair cascading down her back.
Expressionless face.
Not meeting anyone's eyes.
Emotions unreadable behind those lowered lashes.
She was the Absorbing Witch's sister, Laura.
Her outfit was prim and proper.
Beige cardigan, white shirt, dark green pleated skirt.
Black mini shoulder bag slung over one shoulder, top shirt button undone to casually bare her neckline, walking silently.
Not flashy at all.
Yet impossible to look away.
No intentional sex appeal.
Almost indifferent.
But a combo that dried out every male brain around her.
Why?
Not just the face or figure.
The distance of "not showing it off."
The naturalness of "not dressing up."
And the effortless allure of her silhouette's negative space.
Maybe the cognitohazard spell hid her magic, but not her succubus talent.
She stimulated surrounding lust just by breathing.
Even creatures without erogenous zones would feel heat building near their asses standing before her.
"Not just guys—girls too. A fitting sister for the Absorbing Witch."
Honestly, I'd figured this mission would be a headache today.
Came to find the guy Laura was secretly dating, but in this swarm? Perfect chaos to lose track.
"Which of these dozens is it? How do I pick?"—normal folks would panic.
But.
I'm a pure, devoted masochist trainer who's conditioned one woman her whole life.
To my eyes, Laura's expression screamed one truth:
'No man I love is in that crowd.'
Why?
Women speak with their pussy juices before their mouths when the man they like is near.
Even if hiding the relationship, the body reacts.
Sneakily.
Dry tongue tip, twitching eyelids, subtle leg-cross shift.
And if it's the one she truly loves nearby? Obvious at a glance.
Pussy juice scent rides the air.
But right now, Laura was too quiet.
Too dry.
So I could conclude:
—He's not in there.
Her male wasn't among them.
'Then... he's not on campus.'
I rested my chin, deep in thought.
"But... if college kids aren't dating on campus, where the hell do they do it?"
Back when I chased Pink Lumina, I'd first met Sora at a university like this.
Lecture hall corridors, festival booths, cramped clubroom sofas—university is where early-20s instincts bloom first.
School by day, fucktown by night.
A sacred, lewd place.
But Laura?
Guy shows up right after enrolling, but he's nowhere on campus?
This felt like rice done cooking but no spoon.
Why's this contradictory setup so intriguing?
Started as just a job, tag along mildly.
Now? Fuck, I'm hooked.
How the hell did he snag this icy succubus?
So I shadowed her silently, a shadow in the shade, until classes ended and dusk fell on her way home.
And... that's when it happened.
In an alley near Seoul National University, as darkness began to creep in.
When Laura wordlessly turned into a narrow path.
That instant.
"Hey, bitch. 'Bout time."
...At first, I thought I'd misheard.
Even if I hadn't, it had to be for someone else.
Who the fuck hurls an insult like that at Laura—boldly, right to her face?
Even in an empty alley, that's declaring "I see you as nothing but an onahole."
The guy who'd flung it straight at the expressionless, approaching her.
His look? Absurdly perfect.
Blond hair.
Tanned skin.
Tattoos and piercings head to toe.
Lean, ripped muscles, no fat.
Human society's worst playboy archetype, embodied as a real-life "Golden Sun."
'No way... that's Laura's guy?'
Even a notorious pussy-chaser touching a succubus? Insane.
As I thought that.
"What did you just say?"
"......!"
One line, and Laura's blank face cracked for the first time.
Frozen solid.
Next moment.
Without a word, she naturally grabbed his collar.
'Figures... just a Golden Sun who picked the wrong prey.'
Makes sense—even blended into human society, she's the Absorbing Witch's sister.
No way she'd get played by some tatted blond punk.
If anything, the opposite.
This guy had fucked with the wrong succubus.
One wrong move, drained dry without a drop left—time problem.
Self-dug grave.
Honestly, I despise those types too.
Treating every woman as a hole.
Villain or not, with my tastes in pure-love torment-maso-training, they piss me off.
So I figured I'd just watch quietly for a while...
"Hey, Taeyang, what're you doing...!"
"...?"
Something felt off then?
"W-Why? Didn't I do exactly what you told me...? Came to pick you up right after school, even said the line..."
"Idiot! The point is to gut-punch right after 'Hey, bitch. 'Bout time!' That's the whole thing! How long I've been waiting for that!!"
Laura stomped her foot, playfully smacking his chest.
Lips pouting slightly, eyes flushed red.
The lovesick bitch face she never showed at uni.
"I had a rotor stuffed in since morning through classes! In liberal arts, it buzzed in my pussy till my brain melted... and right then, you half-ass it? What am I supposed to do?"
"Sniff... B-But... what if you were really hurt..."
"Don't worry about that crap! I'm the type who gushes♥ from my pussy only when you call me 'bitch' and punch my gut!"