Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Ideal and Reality
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The sights I'd grown up with were, really... utterly boring.
We succubi lived with bat-like wings sprouting from our backs, our obscenely exposed pussies and areolas left bare without any pretense of covering them up.
What passed for clothing was laughable—just straps and metal adornments barely draped over nipples or crotches.
Some even pierced their labia or wandered around with clitorises fully exposed, using them to greet each other.
And for those demonic creatures surrounded by such lewdness, the most reliable and enjoyable pastime was, needless to say, sex.
You could suck a man's cock until you swallowed it whole, stretch out your areolas to heighten sensitivity, or conduct sensory training by needling the clitoris to measure reactions.
Or hunt humans for forced rape sessions, or stage the reverse—being hunted yourself—for some situational play.
As long as you got pleasure and milked semen, the method didn't matter.
Everyone boasted about those experiences from childhood onward.
"Yesterday, I finally got it in my ass for the first time! But the guy started crying~."
"Stimulating the prostate makes the cum thinner, so it kinda sucked."
But out of that whole crowd, there was one exception.
The sole younger sister of the Absorbing Witch, known as the great matriarch of succubi.
Laura was different.
She always watched those scenes in silence, her brows furrowing ever so slightly.
And she thought to herself.
Just... boring.
"But why do we have to eat human semen specifically?"
"Uh, huh...?"
"I mean, if we're just talking volume, animals like horses shoot way more. Efficiency-wise, couldn't we just milk them en masse?"
To her, semen was merely food.
An essential nutrient. A supplement for survival.
Sex was nothing more than a harvesting process to extract it.
She had no interest in the mechanics of ejaculation itself, let alone layering emotions or artistic meaning on top of it—that was utterly incomprehensible.
Among succubi, she was a real oddball.
No pleasure from sucking or biting cocks, no reaction even when stuffing stimulation inside her pussy.
Unlike her peers, who swooned or sulked over the fine line between torture and ecstasy, Laura treated it all as "boring experiments."
Yet she never saw herself as strange for it.
Instead, something far more entertaining existed.
That was "human culture"—something utterly different from the dull, repetitive sex acts.
"Lately... Mondays are something to look forward to. This 'eromanga' and 'porno webtoon' stuff... I just can't get enough...♥"
Laura muttered to herself like always, lying down under the dim lighting of her room that day too.
In the succubus world, masturbation was shameful.
Evidence that you couldn't snag a dick and had to finger yourself instead.
The most pathetic, humiliating act among succubi—consoling your own pussy because you couldn't seduce anyone.
"Only the rejects do that."
"Sucking on your fingers because you can't lure in a single guy? Pathetic."
That's how masturbation was treated in the succubus world.
But every evening, Laura repeated that humiliating act.
For one simple reason.
Humans' "fap material" was too hot, too stimulating... and above all, too fun.
Succubi knew masturbation as just shoving fingers in and out.
A meaningless manual play ending in half-hearted clit rubbing on low-sensitivity pussies.
But human manga was different.
It wasn't mere relief.
The play itself was art, a narrative—a hallucinatory medium that obsessively explored raw sexual desire.
Squelch, squelch, sticky.
"Ngh...♥ Throat-choking, gut-punching creampie...? What the hell is this... treating a woman like a mere onahole? And... that cock's as thick as my forearm...!"
Before she knew it, strength surged into her fingertips, her thighs heating up.
"Making her swallow her own spit... throat stabbed over and over while cumming inside... Ahh... seriously...♥ It's so depraved♥"
Yes, depraved.
Lowbrow enough to make even succubi click their tongues in disgust—vulgar, decadent, male organ-obsessed fantasies devoid of any real emotion.
But.
Watching that "trash," Laura's pussy squelched and dripped inside her.
This wasn't simple masturbation.
A cultural shock. A civilizational addiction. An indulgence in the perverse beauty unique to humans.
She'd hole up in her room for a full week, the scent of bitch-in-heat leaking through the door crack.
And one day, it hit her.
If even their 19+ content was this fun... how stimulating must the "reality" created by humans be?
The high-rise cafes where webtoon couples met, food you could buy without hunting, and... romances where you could kiss and cry, full of real emotions.
'I want to go there...'
Humans had a saying like that.
Suck every last drop before it goes stale, down to the dregs.
Lying on her bed, eyes sparkling, Laura whispered.
Words no ordinary succubus would dare utter.
But she wasn't ordinary.
It was the first time.
The girl who'd treated semen and sex as mere rations now desperately wanted something.
Not fap material or masturbation, but a burning desire to "live in the human world myself."
And Laura didn't just think "I want to"—she acted.
From that day on, while other succubi honed cock-seducing techniques or pussy-clenching drills,
Laura sat alone at her desk, studying human language, etiquette, academics—even college entrance exam past papers.
"Why's a succubus solving calculus...?"
Even her Absorbing Witch sister stared in disbelief at first.
But Laura ignored the looks and kept studying.
Eventually, she passed the "Human Realm Autonomous Travel Permit" exam as an independent—no small feat, something even high-ranking Villain Alliance members rarely achieved in the demon world.
That alone was miraculous, but then... one day, a mascot creature showed up out of nowhere.
The thing, sparkling stars from its speech-enders, suddenly declared:
"You've got magical girl talent! I'll grant your wish for 'the ability to freely transform into a human'! In exchange, serve as a magical girl~☆"
"Wh-what?!"
Laura's breath caught.
Magical girl.
Humanity's guardians.
In other words, "enemies" to demons like her.
'If my identity leaks, it'll be instant pursuit, restraint, experimentation, disposal...'
But instinctively, she knew.
With that "wish," she could escape this demonic body and live freely as a human.
Not clumsily masking her identity with illusion magic like before, but a chance to blend in as a "real human."
"...I'll tell Sis later."
And so, Laura made the contract on her own.
The first succubus magical girl.
Green Laura.
And with it, her human identity: "Joo Seo-hyun."
After that.
Because she'd hidden that huge secret from her sister for so long,
"Why the hell are you telling me NOOOWWWW?!"
She groveled before the Absorbing Witch, took a hundred pussy-spanks in push-up position, and pissed herself three times that day alone.
Anyway.
Laura finally obtained her "perfect human identity" and headed to the human world.
And in the human world, the first thing she wanted to do was, naturally,
"High school life!"
The pinnacle of human culture was youth, after all.
Just like in every eromanga and porno webtoon: bump into someone in the hallway in your uniform, pick up scattered textbooks, fingers brush, then tense up and clench your pussy shyly! That classic route!
Laura buzzed with genuine excitement for it.
But.
Reality was... fuck.
"S-Seo-hyun, right? Um... if you're free this weekend, wanna... grab milk tea with me?"
"You were... eating lunch alone, so... wanna eat together?"
"Just... your smile is so pretty. Ever heard that?"
...That was it.
Really, that was all.
Hot youth? Bullshit.
Human men were just horny for her looks as a succubus, not interested in her as a "person."
The boys who approached her, the male teachers who came to "teach" (or pant after her)—all of them.
They only craved her succubus exterior, the shell from her "species change" to human.
Whether she told them to fuck off, spat in their mouths, or slapped their cheeks, they'd just say "Thank you" with aroused eyes and press closer.
Only then did Laura fully realize.
She hadn't wanted to become human.
She'd just wanted to enter that world for its "culture."
Human men? Human society? Far more lowbrow and tiresome than she'd imagined.
The "prince on a white horse" from dramas she'd loved was just as illusory as "romantic situational rape" fantasies in the succubus world.
All cockbait.
Boys were immature brats, teachers reeked of sweat-mixed body odor that turned her stomach.
"Ha... Should've just gone straight to college..."
Sighing deeply, about to abandon this shattered high school fantasy,
Suddenly.
One person entered her view.
"Sir, let me help you."
"Heh heh, thank you, young lady."
The kid was straight out of a comic.
A scrawny, anchovy-thin frame, all dingy.
Uniform hanging limp and defeated, shoes loose like they'd slip off, messy hair—but somehow, that face never lost its "bright smile."
Uncomfortably pure, kind aura.
But oddly, Laura sensed something from him—not the "eyes of a lustful slave," but a strange, alien unfamiliarity.
Not a horny gaze, but sincere.
Not desire, but respect and warmth.
'...What the hell, that anchovy.'
At first, that's all she thought.
But for some reason, that was the first time Laura's heart went "thump."