Chapter 66
Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Succubus
“Succubus.”
“Tsk tsk… No class at all. That’s why I can’t stand dealing with elves who only look the part.”
“Why don’t you succubi at least try to look decent on the outside?”
“Oh? That’s rich coming from a spinster reeking of virgin stench.”
“Ha! Worry about that chicken coop stink wafting from your crotch first. Ugh, makes me want to puke.”
Zzzt—! A murderous tension crackled between the succubus and the elf. Enoch blinked at the sight before poking Undine.
“What’s that about? Succubi and elves always get along like this?”
[They’re the beauty reps for their respective races. They rarely cross paths, but when they do, it’s like this. Some instinctive hatred or whatever.]
“Oh ho.”
Enoch’s eyes gleamed as he strode right up to the succubus.
“E-Enoch…!”
Lione wailed from behind, but he ignored her for the moment.
“Ufufu, so men do know who’s got the real charm?”
“Yeah.”
Enoch smiled faintly and nodded.
“Of course.”
Zzzt—! In an instant, a lightning-charged fist targeted the succubus’s gut. She flinched in surprise and twisted away.
Slash—!
Nail marks raked across her pale belly, blood spraying. The succubus scowled fiercely.
“You…! Luring me in with that innocent face!”
“Innocent? Dunno about that.”
Enoch smirked and activated the heavenly eye in his left eye. Whirr—! The ring spun, emitting a low hum.
But the succubus soon smiled faintly, gently stroking her belly. The wound closed in a flash, and she caressed her plump lower abdomen seductively, flashing a charming grin.
“Not bad. But… men can’t beat me.”
Whoosh—! A sensual fragrance flooded everywhere.
Succubi are born with two powers. One lets them slip into dreams, the other…
“Men think with their dicks before their heads.”
The power to seduce men. The succubus whispered with an enchanting smile.
“My name’s Erzebet. Little gentleman? Care to share yours?”
“No…!”
Lione moved to draw her sword. Enoch was a boy in his prime. And for someone as young and innocent as him, resisting a succubus’s seduction was damn near impossible.
It was instinctual. Sure, succubi were slutty and low-class, but their allure was the real deal.
That’s why news of a succubus sighting often led to men—regardless of their cultivation—dropping dead pathetically.
Even Lione, if she were a man, would’ve been seriously rattled by that charm. So right now…!
Rumble—!
Lightning flashed. Erzebet’s eyes widened in shock as she flapped her wings and retreated.
“H-How…!”
No reaction at all!? Even a eunuch would’ve stirred—hell, even then, this made no sense.
“Ugh…”
Enoch grimaced and shook out his ears. All that pointless whispering. Annoying as hell.
“Back off, lady.”
“W-What…?”
“Keep that body away. Makes me wanna rip it apart.”
Whirr—! The ring in his chest spun.
Pathos. The grand magic that circulated through his feelings for Lione. For Enoch, who had grasped a single truth, something like seduction didn’t work.
He only had eyes for Lione to begin with. The devotion so deep it dwelled in one eye as a heavenly eye—that was his sole vow to her.
It wasn’t shallow enough to waver for some half-naked whore.
“Huh…?”
Lione blinked and sheathed her sword. That power wasn’t something you just shrugged off. Whatever the reason, go Enoch.
“Give it another shot.”
Enoch’s lips curled into a sneer. He’d resisted without a hitch, but touching his feelings for Lione pissed him off bad. He wanted to tear that bitch apart right then.
“If you can seduce me, you win, lady.”
Getting seduced and breaking Pathos would kill him anyway.
“Y-You keep calling me ‘lady’…!”
Boom—! Enraged, Erzebet stomped. Footsteps echoed from everywhere in the cave as monsters poured out.
“Get ready, kid…! I’ll rip off your limbs and fuck you right in front of that elf bitch…!”
Fwoosh—! Pink energy burst from her body, flooding the monsters.
—Grroooar…!
—Kyaaak…!
The monsters’ eyes turned bloodshot, their muscles bulging like they’d burst. Eyes rolled back, drool flying, and if you glanced down, their grotesque cocks stood rigid. Fucking disgusting.
“In front of Lione…!”
Boom—! He stomped, and plasma lit up the cave everywhere. Enoch yanked the plasma with his gloved fingertips, wielding it like ten threads.
“Daring to shove that vile thing…!”
Screeeeech──────────!!!
A shrill sound rang out as the monsters shredded to pieces. Enoch plunged in, radiating killing intent.
—Grrraaah…!
A hellhound, lost to seduction and fearless, thrust its spear. Cerberi and nameless monsters charged in unison. Enoch’s eyes swept over it all in a split second.
Step—
One step, and every attack missed. Whirr—! The ring in his left eye spun again. Trajectories linking all the monsters. He swung his hand along the lines.
Slaaaash────────!!
Blood and guts sprayed. Amid the flying flesh, Enoch glared with both eyes wide.
“Eek…!”
Erzebet shuddered at his gaze. Empty sockets with spinning rings and black pupils flowing with lightning. The gaze, pure killing intent, was utterly alien.
“Useless trash…!”
But Erzebet wasn’t helpless. She shook off the fear and whipped her tail like a lash.
Clang—!
Claws met tail. Enoch dodged and parried the whipping tail and endless monster assaults.
Crunch—!
Even amid it, her seduction prodding at Pathos fueled his rage. His head burned; he wanted to shred that whore now, but her combos were trickier than expected, hard to close in on.
“Annoying…!”
Body movements and mana flow formed the incantation, empowered by the Thousand Slaying Thunder God Art to manifest spells. Railgun—that merciless violence fired plasma spheres.
Fwoooosh────────!!
“Where…!”
Erzebet countered swiftly. A spell she’d seen once through a cerberus’s eyes. She’d already thought of a counter.
“Launch it up!”
A hellhound wrapped in her energy leaped. Boom—! The projectile pierced the ceiling from the upward strike.
Only one hellhound taken down with a body slam. Enoch ground his teeth.
‘Alien.’
Killing intent surged, but his mind stayed ice cold. The energy from the succubus wasn’t mana. Murkier, stickier.
Unstable compared to mana, but more violent. He’d heard of it before. That must be demonic qi.
‘Analyze and dismantle.’
Worst case, mimic it. He butchered surrounding monsters, pushing his heavenly eye to the brink.
Commonalities with mana. Differences. Can I mimic it? Why does attack power halve?
Beyond the visible, dissecting every particle. Insights into demonic qi made his strikes deadlier.
‘Fundamentally the same as mana.’
Originally one. Just a branch split by some cause. Then…
Thump—!
What’s this? A nonexistent heart pounds. No, it’s Eri. Eri in his middle dantian was screaming.
[Listen to me!]
‘Oh, right.’
Spirit power was the same as demonic qi. Ultimately, another branch of mana. Understanding demonic qi meant spirit power was no different.
[Not that!]
Crackle! Eri’s lightning spread through his body. Enoch dodged along heavenly eye trajectories while grasping the spirit’s intent.
‘Come to think of it, could I talk to Eri when she was in the middle dantian?’
[Ugh, so dense!]
A scene flashed: Lione, fused with Undine, dropping every cloud from the sky.
[Ah…! Finally!]
Spirit fusion. He’d forgotten. At some point, Eri had been assisting from the middle dantian.
[Hmph.]
A snort, and something overlapped. Me and Eri. Two yet one. Realizing he could peer into her heart, something exploded from within.
Rumble────────!!!!
Lightning flashed, incinerating nearby monsters.
“Whew…”
Enoch exhaled. Lightning in his breath spread everywhere. Opening his eyes, his right pupil was slit vertically, long.
“Beastkin…?”
Lione’s clear voice hit him. He noticed odd sensations atop his head and near his butt. Lightning-formed fox ears and tail sprouted.
Enoch flicked his five tails, narrowing his elongated pupils. Vision sharper than ever. Every sound pinpointed, every scent distinct, etched as vivid images.
[Got her.]
Crackle—! Enoch’s body scattered into lightning. It reformed before Erzebet’s eyes into his shape.
“Kyaa…!”
Her eyes trembled. Panic clear. Enoch stared into her eyes and shoved his hand into her pants.
“Wha—oh my…?”
Erzebet recovered from shock with stunning speed, flashing a sultry smile.
“If you wanted this, just say so.”
Her eyes curved prettily. Enoch slid his fingers inside her.
“Ahng…”
Then squeezed hard.
“Huh…? W-Wait…!”
Rip—something tore clearly.
“Aaaaaahhh…! N-No…! Stop stop stop stoooop…!”
Crackcrackcrack──────!
Enoch’s hand shot skyward. Still gripping her crotch. Her front torn clean off, innards exposed. Soaked in gushing blood, Enoch smirked.
[I figured the insides would be pitch black.]
Surprisingly, her guts were bright red.