I'm a Virgin
Something had felt off from the moment I set foot in the house.
A lowly succubus like me would normally lose her mind just by drawing near a Transcendent or a god—yet my head was perfectly clear.
And when I ran into that somehow broken Transcendent inside, a thought even crossed my mind.
If I played this right—if I really, truly played this right—couldn't I devour that Transcendent and become something higher?
Something beyond even the Succubus Queen. An existence every demon would fear.
Even as I thought it, I stayed wary. That loose, careless look of his might well be a trap designed to punish me.
From then on I sat through the Transcendent's nonsense insulting my appearance, waiting only for my chance. I wore a frightened face, a terrified expression, waiting for him to reveal his power.
But no matter how long I waited, the Transcendent never showed his power. So I thought:
Ah. This is prey. Prey that's completely lost its power—delicious prey I can eat without any problem at all.
That was what I thought.
But it was strange.
I had clearly crushed him. I had pinned him down with the tiniest scrap of demonic energy.
So why was this Transcendent smiling?
Had he gone mad at the existential erasure about to come?
I hesitated in confusion for a moment before eating him—and the Transcendent opened his mouth and spoke with a snarl.
"Sorry, but fun time's over."
"What?"
"Time's up, you stupid succubus."
What kind of nonsense was that?
Even if he was a Transcendent, he was currently restrained as perfectly as a butterfly in a spider's web. There shouldn't have been any way for him to counterattack.
I tilted my head in confusion—and from behind me came the cheerful chime of a phone alarm.
What?
Had this all been a prepared script from the start?
No. Impossible. There was no way that stupid Transcendent could have conceived of something so sophisticated...
...Wait a second. Where was this delicious smell coming from? That dense fragrance of yang energy... this was a real delicacy...!
The moment the thought hit me, someone kicked the door open and burst in.
The dense fragrance of yang energy grew even thicker, and especially—especially—
The strong scent of a male stabbed into my nose, and my lower belly started throbbing. Throb. Throb.
What was this feeling?
I had met countless males, countless men, and never once felt anything like this.
"Haa... haa..."
I felt like I was going insane.
Was this how a dog felt with a snack right in front of its eyes?
Instinct was whispering to me.
The prey pinned under me was nothing compared to that.
That bald, muscular man—he was the real delicacy.
What was I supposed to do?
I couldn't stop drooling.
My lower lips were drooling too—I couldn't stop the wetness.
...I guess it really was true that the one who falls first loses.
I was supposed to be seducing him, but my heart had been completely stolen. The closer I drew to that magnificent man, the more my brain—once packed with countless schemes—went blank.
Normally I would have started with a greeting and slowly worked my way into an introduction. Instead I mindlessly blurted out to the man:
"I... I'm a virgin."
Was I actually insane?
Why had I led with that?
No—wait. Maybe leading with that had actually been the right move.
I was a succubus. According to popular perception, succubi were often not virgins. You know how some people say they'd rather die than do it with a non-virgin?
What? We did it so thoroughly in the dream, so how am I still a virgin?
Come on. That was in a dream. We didn't do it in reality. So in reality, I'm still brand new, okay?
...But this was strange.
I was a virgin succubus—so why did I feel absolutely no sexual desire coming from the man in front of me?
Could he be gay?
That shouldn't be it. Even as a low-rank, my charm was enough to turn homosexuals straight. There was no way I couldn't seduce him. So why?
Unable to make sense of the situation, I stared hard at the bald man—and at last he slowly began to speak.
"A succubus? Looking at your energy, you're around low-rank. But so what if you're a virgin?"
"I said I'm a virgin-attribute succubus? Doesn't that turn you on?"
Thinking he might not have heard, I said it again—but I couldn't find a single reaction from the bald man.
That meant the seduction had failed. This was the first humiliation of my life as a succubus.
In twenty-four years of living I had never once failed to charm someone, yet when I truly needed it, I couldn't.
That Transcendent earlier, and the man in front of me now. Just what was I lacking in charm that I couldn't bewitch them?
And—
Why had the scent of jealousy been so thick since earlier?
I turned to look toward where the scent was coming from, and the man started speaking. About what I was lacking.
In response to the succubus's question about whether she turned him on, my ball buddy nodded.
"Not turned on. Not turned on at all."
"Liar...! A virgin succubus doesn't turn you on? Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Everyone has different tastes—why are you being so rude? And if you had a stacked body, maybe. But why should I get turned on by a loli? I'm not a lolicon, you bitch."
"Kkh... kkhut...!"
The succubus glared at my ball buddy with pure resentment, then smiled wickedly and said to him:
"So if I had a stacked body, there'd be a slight possibility?"
"Maybe? But don't get your hopes up. You don't have the charm elements I want."
"That's fine. If there's even a small possibility, I just need to squeeze into it. Just wait a moment."
Wait a second, you fucking bitch.
When I told you to change, you wouldn't budge even if a frying pan hit you in the head—but the second that bastard tells you to change, you flip right over?
What a spineless bitch. This is exactly why people say succubi don't turn them on.
Anyway, after finishing her words, the succubus suddenly started chanting a strange spell. Once she finished the chant, the "bus" began becoming a "succubus."
On her nearly cliff-flat chest, two large melons sprouted. Her pelvis, which you could barely tell was there, developed a slim waist and a bigger ass, becoming a pregnancy-optimized figure. Her mesugaki face that made you want to slap her became the face of a playful older sister—finally transforming into a body more than sufficient to captivate a man's heart.
If I weren't a human crazy for female beastfolk, and if this were back when I still had the baby-factory-activation-mode running, I would have punished her with a confession the moment I saw her.
Having changed into that somewhat arousing form, the succubus boldly said to my friend:
"Do I turn you on now? I changed my body like you said."
Confirming my friend's completely stiff face, the succubus confidently clung to him—and my friend:
"Really sorry, but still zero arousal. I just wasted my eyes for nothing."
He pushed the succubus's body away and shook his head.
That's my friend for you—always a consistent furry freak, so reliable.
When he pushed the succubus away, I felt a mysterious sense of relief mixed with a refreshing clarity, and having somehow been freed from the binding, I pulled caramel popcorn out from under the bed and watched their comedy routine.
"You don't get turned on? That can't be! I'm a succubus—a virgin succubus—how can you not get turned on?"
"Why do you think a virgin succubus should turn someone on? Respect people's tastes, low-rank succubus. Don't you know that your prejudices are poisoning society?"
"What kind of bullshit are you spouting right now?!"
Unwilling to admit she wasn't turning him on, the succubus shouted in rage, and my friend started explaining point by point why she was a zero-arousal case.
"Alright, succubus? Don't get mad and answer my questions. Does a succubus have an animal snout?"
"...Are you some kind of lunatic?"
"Don't dodge—answer! I asked if a succubus has an animal snout!"
Faced with my friend's overwhelming intensity, the succubus stammered in confusion.
"Uh, no."
"Alright, next question. Does a succubus have fluffy fur? And by fur I mean fur covering the whole body, not a specific area!"
"That's just a beast!"
"Shut up, succubus! Fur is a critical matter! I asked a question, so you only need to give the appropriate answer! Answer now!"
You crazy bastard. That's just a leading question with a predetermined answer.
I asked him to explain why the succubus was zero-arousal, so why was he explaining why furries were arousing?
My head spinning, I dropped the popcorn I was holding, and the succubus answered again with a face of utter disbelief.
"...No."
"Alright, final question. Does a succubus have features that only animals possess? Like the perky fluffy ears on that guy's head, and that plump soft tail."
As if to seal the deal, my friend threw the final question at the succubus. After a brief ponder, the succubus answered with a triumphant smile.
"Yes!"
"There are?"
"Yes, there are! Do these bat wings and goat horns look like decorations to you?"
At the succubus's confident answer, my ball buddy looked over her body as if licking it with his eyes, then let out a gasp of admiration.
"Indeed...! Excellent handles!"
...I just wish both of these bastards would drop dead.
Please.