Don't Be Raid Leader—It Changes Your Constitution
Normally, a raid meant tackling a monster too tough for one person alone, by carefully assembling a team to take it down. The tank draws most of the attacks, soaking them with minimal damage while holding aggro. The healer patches up the party as patterns unfold, letting the dealers pump out steady DPS in the meantime.
Gaming communities often sparked heated debates online—who had it easiest, which role was the comfiest or hardest—but all three roles were undeniably crucial. Of course, if the level gap with the mob was huge, even a healer could solo it without a scratch using their lone holy-damage nuke. A skilled ranged dealer with solid control could dodge everything and grind out a ten-hour solo raid for that glorious clear video. But barring those outliers, the right mix was tank, dealer, healer—properly distributed in the raid party.
This time, though, that ideal setup was off the table.
Our foe was a spirit. As any gamer knew, incorporeal mobs had 100% physical resistance, so without a weapon enchanted with a special element, swords and bows were useless. Even spells could fizzle depending on elemental matchups. A rampaging fire spirit? Flame attacks might not just do zero damage—they could buff it instead. In a game, it'd just show "Immune," but here in reality, we had to assume the worst.
"It's chilly out, so I got you a cloak with warming magic to keep my big sis toasty."
"Thanks."
I slipped out of bed in my usual priestess robes and stockings, and Hanbyeol draped the cloak over me. I wished she'd let me throw on a robe that covered my legs, but she insisted on the cute look. The room was a bit cool, and the warmth hit me right away.
"We're grouping with other users, so looking good matters."
"Meeting users makes me even more embarrassed..."
This raid was packed with player holy knights and priests, so yeah, the shame was real. If it were just locals, this outfit would blend right in—no big deal. But showing off my hips, all bound up, to folks from my old world? My face burned as I hunched my shoulders. I wanted to clutch the cloak shut and cover everything, but with the warming enchantment built in, Hanbyeol didn't bother wrapping me extra.
"What's there to be shy about? You're already an idol to everyone else."
"Huh...? Why?"
"Back in that temple fight, we'd have lost without you. The player priests and knights were holding back, scared of critically injuring each other under watchful eyes. But you spun up those wide heals—even with a noose around your neck. That's why we won. ...Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up like that. You okay?"
The memory of that noose tightened my throat, but Hanbyeol's worried eyes and her stepping close kept the panic at bay.
"I-I'm fine. Anyway, it's just holy knights and priests going..."
Textbook strategy would've been tanks up front, water mages or spirit summoners as dealers. But with Hanbyeol as our sole mage, we were stuck with this lopsided comp: one dealer, the rest sustain-focused healers and heal-tanks. Users might scratch their heads at the lineup, but Hanbyeol had clued me in enough to piece together the plan.
Tanks charge the rampaging fire spirit first, eat hits, and self-heal to lock aggro. Their passives boost threat on mobs, so even inefficient heals would snag it tight. Then Hanbyeol unloads firepower synced to the tanks' exaggerated attack animations. Smart mobs might notice holy knights can't cast and switch targets, but "rampaging" usually meant dulled wits. She'd get free shots in. Natural spirits like this had no glaring weakness without a summoner contract, so it'd be a straight HP grind—hence the healer stack. Focusing on the raid steadied my breathing.
Meanwhile, Laila had been trying to hoist me into a piggyback like during my rescue, hands under my back and thighs.
"Laila, it's okay. You don't need to this time. Thanks, though."
Her attempt to recreate that save was sweet and funny. Hanbyeol pouted at my smile to Laila.
"Does one piggyback fix you up, sis?"
"That's when I cut the rope and saved her. So it became the 'save Eve' button."
"That was you, huh. Thanks—better late than never—for saving my sis."
"O-oh. Didn't expect that. Thought you'd throw a fit and insist on doing it yourself. Ack!"
"Iris was right—devils need regular spankings."
"Kyaaah!"
The commotion woke me right up. Gears packed, time to rally at the clock tower in front of the temple's main hall. No sweat getting there, but the real issue was...
"Hoo."
I sighed short at the door. Iris was waiting outside. Thinking of her checking my hymen again—shoving fingers in—right in front of Hanbyeol made my chest clench. Her concern for my priest eligibility was fine, but Hanbyeol watching? Humiliating didn't cover it. I wanted to ask Laila to stall Hanbyeol in the room, but she was already opening the door for my bound hands, waiting out front. Lingering would raise flags, so I stepped into the living room, heart pounding.
"Sleep well, you two?"
"Yeah. You too, Iris sis?"
"Of course. Ah, Saintess. Shame we can't do prayer meeting if you're off on raid."
"Yeah... figures."
Iris beckoned slyly from the sofa. Palm up to the sky, middle and ring fingers crooked—I flinched, thighs clamping together instinctively.
"Prayer can wait. I'd love to join the raid, but punishing the Pope and heretics has me swamped. Can I trust you with Hanbyeol and the devil?"
Blessedly, she spared me the intrusion in front of Hanbyeol, who beamed and hugged me tight, clueless.
"I'll protect sis!"
"W-wait, I'm going too?"
Iris flashed Laila a chilling smile.
"Where the Saintess goes, you follow. Or rot here chained by that mana restraint."
"I'm in! Fire spirit, right? I'm no kid mage, but I know a few tricks. Unlock this, and I can pitch in, yeah?"
"Uh, um... I can't fully release it."
"You gonna free her? I know how, but unleashing this devil? Tread carefully. Sure she won't stab you in the back?"
"If Laila turned, she'd have screwed me or others already. But she hasn't harmed us—in fact, she's been good..."
Truth be told, Laila was kinder to me than Iris. She'd obeyed every order, even petty ones. Heaviest request? Maybe telling her to lick me clean. Iris demanded way more, cultural gap or not. Maybe she projected her sister onto me, or the saintess hype. Burdensome, but adaptable if I swallowed pride. Hymen checks, masturbation parades, forced-orgasm restraint prayers... At least she gave me choices. Anyway, point was: scary Iris felt distant; Laila, approachable. Sex toy? Nah—friends with benefits.
"Hm. If that's your judgment, Saintess, I'll trust it. But beware—devils have slippery tongues, scheming under your wing."
"I was upfront about my goals from the start...? My life's priority one. Stuck to Eve to build strength safely till I could bolt. Bonus: corrupt her into a succubus... ♡ Oops, secret's out."
Seemed it needed a man's dick inside—impossible with the holy relic. Even if I wanted it, no species change. My slit stayed, belly mark or not. Iris snorted, same train of thought.
"Heh, corrupting the Saintess? Big dreams. Not buying it wholesale, but your will be done."
Iris relented, netting us a sub-dealer. Raid time shaved a bit. If only a synergy job passing by to enchant elemental damage—greedy, though.
"Then go careful, come back safe. I'll handle my tasks waiting."
"Yeah. Have a good day, Iris."
"We're off!"
One weight off—now raid focus. Laila rubbed her wrists, mana restraint awkwardness fading as she trailed us. She hesitated, then asked:
"Eve, you really trust me enough to free me?"
"Yeah... why not? Plenty chances to screw me over. Sure, you'd pay for it, but if that was the plan, freeing you changes nothing."
People show true colors with trust and kindness. Succubus or not, same deal. Lip service plus favors reveal reactions: entitled or grateful? Laila's teary cling to my arm? Grateful. Inner win.
"First time trusted like this... I'll serve you till you die, Eve!"
"What, then you ditch if I kick it?"
"Can't follow—I'll outlive humans by ages."
Like people, she might flip someday. But mutual gains? No backstab. Pope betrayed; same risk. Steady benefits first.
Clock tower plaza packed—twenty-plus. Like the evil tree raid. Twist: all but mages could heal. Weirder: holy knights in armor, shields, one-handers—all women. Priests mixed genders, so sex ratio wrecked by... me, probably.
"Greetings, Saintess."
Yeah. Holy knights' conflicted stares said it. Me, once gang-raped by their male comrades, now with that title? No warm fuzzies. Some disgusted, some vengeful for castrated bros, some pitying.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ivy. This is Hanbyeol, and Laila. She's a succubus, yeah, but bound to me—no worries."
"Hanbyeol's solid, but a succubus...?"
Skeptical eyes on Laila; she puffed her chest.
"Anyone here dealing real damage to spirits? Holy knight maces and basic priest spells? I'm no kid mage, but I sling spells too. Better than you bucket-brigading water to douse it."
"Plus, she's bound to stay near me. Thanks for understanding."
"Hm... just don't cause trouble."
A beauty in knight plate voiced concerns. Customized avatars—beauties standard. Laila stood tall by me, unfazed—my backing enough.
"Anyone taking orders?"
Pre-raid check. Knights eyed priests; priests dodged glances. Raid leading meant guild master vibes: command the group, own the outcome. No loot rights or hires like old MMOs, but folks still shied away. Hence that hilarious "Don't Be Raid Leader" vid. Trolls in pugs wore folks down, so dedicated leaders formed raids. I was one...
"Veteran best, right? Sea sis, you've led, yeah?"
"I panic in crowds."
Priestess with leader vibes backed off.
"Tank leading's meta, no?"
"In-game, low hassle. Reality? Boss in face, narrow FOV—rough."
Priest suggestion; knights pushed back. No takers for the hot seat—like dodging group project lead. Relatable, but zero volunteers? Sad. Not that I'd jump.
Game experience sufficed for leading.
"Saintess on orders?"
"No saint—just a regular priest. Call me Ivy."
"You're highest rank here. External pushback minimal."
"Blocks politics too."
Wish denied. Suggestion snowballed; I was cornered. "You led before, so you can!" Logistics ironclad. Split-second calls could wipe everyone. Game? Reset. Here? Lives. Weight crushed my chest.
"Sis... hate it, skip. Drag Daesik oppa by hair to order."
Can't look weak to Hanbyeol. Don't want regret-liking vibes. Fresh "impress her" phase—no backing out.
"If you're okay with it, I'll main-order despite shortcomings. Help with briefings on gimmicks I miss—like tank-busters, AoEs."
"Sure. Standard stuff."
No haters outright; no opposition. Game chats twisted that into "stuck-up." Reality same. Gut churned with pressure.