Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Succubus Kidnapping - 1
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"Ah, fuck."
My life is legendary—shoveling dirt in the pouring rain.
"Sergeant Kang Si-hyeon. Swearing again?"
"Do I look like I'm in the mood not to?"
It's pouring during serious construction work!
Even in the army, when it rains cats and dogs, you stop and head back.
To prevent non-combat losses.
But if the company climbs the same mountain, and it's only raining on our side
while the other side stays dry?
That's why our platoon kept working through the downpour.
We knew it wasn't right, but until proper orders came, we couldn't leave our posts.
That's the military for you.
"Hey. Kang Si-hyeon!"
"Sergeant Kang Si-hyeon."
"You wanna go back to the stockade? I told you no swearing!"
"Deputy Platoon Leader. Are we really not pulling back?"
The deputy platoon leader looked sheepish.
"What can we do? It's not raining over there. Platoon Leader went that way—wait it out."
...It'd be nice if they could grasp our situation from a phone call.
The platoon members looked exhausted.
Soaked to the bone and freezing, rest didn't feel like rest.
"I should've been born a girl."
Private First Class Mun Ji-hwan grimaced.
"Is that your thing, sir?"
"No, you idiot. I mean, girls don't have to serve."
"I like living as a man."
"Better than being reborn as a pretty girl?"
"Even pretty girls have their troubles, right?"
"Troubles? Nothing like an ugly guy's troubles."
"Pfft."
"Huh? Did you just laugh?"
"No, sir!"
"Don't lie. You laughed at my face. Wanna die?"
"Sergeant Kang Si-hyeon's name is pretty gender-neutral. You'd fit right in as a woman."
"You call that a compliment?"
For some reason, it soured my mood even more.
"But if you became a woman, you'd have to cut back on the swearing first.
No matter how pretty, a potty mouth turns people off."
"Fair point."
I'd heard my name sounded girly plenty of times, but I'd never been buddies with anything 'feminine.'
No gender identity crises, no doubts about liking women.
Just burned out from mandatory service—the burden every Korean guy can't escape.
"Still, if I had to be reborn, it'd be nice as a pretty girl living the easy life."
"Pretty girls are basically cheat codes, huh?"
Our dumb jokes warmed us up a bit.
That's when it happened.
"Rockslide!"
Huh?
Mudslide from the rain—rocks tumbling down. I dodged, lost my balance.
"Sergeant Kang Si-hyeon!"
I tumbled down the slippery slope.
Even rolling, I was embarrassed, thinking I'd jump up quick—but couldn't breathe. Panic hit.
This is bad, right?
"What happened?!"
"Sergeant Kang Si-hyeon slipped...!"
Seeing the platoon's faces peering down, I knew I was fucked.
Am I dying like this?
I haven't even had sex with a girl yet!
Fuck.
Lady "Mother of Blood" has discovered you.
My vision went black, like back in private days.
* * * *
"Hngh."
Cold air stabbed into my lungs like it would freeze them solid.
...I'm alive.
Coming to, my head was dunked in shallow creek water.
[Isekai Reincarnation] achievement unlocked.
[New Body] achievement unlocked.
[First Exposure] achievement unlocked.
What? Hallucination?
I waved it off like bugs; the text scattered like heat haze.
The surroundings felt alien.
Hard to pinpoint since I'd blacked out in the mountains, but the trees' shapes and dense underbrush screamed untouched wilderness.
"Deputy Platoon Lea...?!"
I yelped in shock mid-call.
A woman's voice came from my mouth.
"Huh?"
No mistake—it was a soft, pretty tone no man could fake.
Glancing down, there were tits.
"Gasp!"
Why do I have these?
Having breasts isn't weird per se.
Everyone has chest tissue.
But not the kind men shouldn't have.
The kind that makes milk from fat and muscle for babies.
Breasts. Boobs.
My body had huge, slutty ones.
Pale and soft-looking.
Squishy, like they'd yield perfectly to pressure.
Grab them, and pink nipples peek between fingers, asserting themselves.
Undeniably real tits.
The feel didn't disappoint. Diagnosis: I'm a woman now.
Couldn't accept it right away.
"Fuck. What the hell happened?"
The beauty in the water stared back.
One-liner review: goddamn perfection.
Black hair to her waist, youthful face, striking eyes floating moon-like on the surface.
League I'd never approached, let alone chatted up.
Beauty demanding attention—no other options.
I frowned; water-girl mirrored it.
...Really me?
Mesmerized, I kept staring.
Height: way shorter. Mid-150s maybe.
Proportions so good, I didn't notice at first.
Body: unreal curves.
Head-sized tits that somehow fit perfectly with wide hips.
Slim waist contrasting thick thighs and ass.
Sex appeal screaming for it—born for fucking, basically.
"What a slutty body."
Sex with a girl like this? Dream come true.
Body begging for it.
Text poured in response to my mutter.
Gentleman "Demon Hero" nods.
Gentleman "Ascetic Monk" thinks you're refined.
Gentleman "Breast Enthusiast" rates your tits highly.
Not a hallucination?
Lady "Goddess Born from Foam" anticipates your succubus deeds.
Succubus deeds? What bullshit.
I rubbed my temple.
Implanted chip or something?
Smacked my head, shook it—the messages vanished for good.
"I know you're watching me!"
I shouted, scanning around.
"Why fuck with me? Show yourself!"
Damn it.
Brain transplant into a girl's body? Nah.
Ministry of Defense black ops?
You sick fucks.
Why turn a fine guy into a girl?
This face is killer, true.
Passing on the street, I'd stare even with a girlfriend.
...Problem is, it's me.
Tanned field skin now milky white.
Thick workout arms now slender, protective.
No beer gut in sight.
Waist slim as any model's.
Got my wish—pretty girl—but no joy.
Something's off.
If reborn a baby, maybe 'isekai'd' and accepted.
But naked in woods, no ID, no clues.
Parents? Siblings? Backstory?
And...
Being peeped on, knowingly or not.
Shiver thinking someone's watching now.
Get off this mountain before dark, report to cops.
Station'll hook me up with clothes, shelter.
Not baseless—lived as guy, know hot girls get help easy, even broke on streets.
Worst case: starve alone.
Good hiker, but barefoot? Daunting.
Still, find people.
Contact folks, explain.
Tell 'em I turned into a woman...
Will they believe?
"Who's there?"
Someone heard, spotted me.
"Here!"
Couldn't move barefoot, so I yelled.
Tense—praying for a normal person through the brush.
"No way!"
The Hairy Old Man panicked seeing me.
"Sorry, didn't know nobility was here."
Nobility?
Wondered what he saw, but normal reaction—relief.
"Mister, help me."
Skipped unit story—too convoluted.
Plan: get to civilization quick, call family and friends.
"What happened?"
He eyed my body.
Got it, didn't bother covering much.
Naked anyway—futile.
"Got lost somehow.
Lost my gear too—big trouble."
Vague cover—don't want 'naked mountain psycho' label killing help chances.
"Mister, got anything to cover up? Just point the way down, I'll manage."
Local, seemed like.
Worn axe in hand—not threatening, but wary good.
Worst case, nut-shot and run.
Confident 1v1.
Emboldened, I added,
"Shoes to borrow would be great."
"Adventurer, eh?"
He smirked.
"Goblins everywhere around here—dangerous."
...Goblins?
Knew the green-skinned, ugly subculture staples.
But missed why this old-timer dropped it casual.
"Follow me."
Axe in hand, Hairy Old Man strode off.
I followed barefoot, cautious.
Expected scrapes—surprisingly okay.
Tits more hindrance, head-sized weights.
Straightened back to not trip.
He checked back occasionally.
Hut was right there—'lost' sounded silly now.
"You live here?"
"Yep."
TV hermit type?
He opened the door, looked at me.
"Come in."
"I'll wait outside."
Even as original me, no idiot entering stranger's place.
Wondered if he'd insist—nah, vanished inside.
Absentmindedly grabbed my tits.
Squish.
"..."
Will they believe I became a girl?
Service? AWOL plus draft dodging—army prison.
No way they keep me like this...
What's twenty-year-old Kang Si-hyeon's life now?
No suppressing the gloom.
"Miss."
He was suddenly close.
'Miss' meant me, probably.
"Yes?"
His face twisted ugly.
Frown-smile hybrid—took a second to clock.
Never seen it as a guy.
Bag over head—lewd lust face.
"Mmph!? Mmmph!"
Tightened sack choked air.
He hugged my struggling body, hot breath on neck.
Ugh, fuck...!!
Pepper kick—no budge, thick arms clamped.
Can't breathe!
Was I always this weak?
Excited, he whispered,
"You're a gift from God, miss!"
"What?!"
"Be my bride!"
"Fuck off!"
Twisted, fought full force.
He slung me like a sack over shoulder, marched somewhere.
Obviously inside hut. What now?
Imagining horrors—scared pissless.
Fuck, can't get raped by a guy!
Flopped like fresh fish to escape grip.
Nothing but thrash.
Never dreamed victim of crime.
Sexual assault? Hell no.
Raped then killed and dumped? Possible.
Bride claim confirmed rape intent...
But his wife? Better than death? No.
"Fuck. Let go, you bastard!"
Fierce curses? He hummed like sweet tune.
Footsteps: inside already.
Slammed floor, breath blasted out.
"Hngh!"
Sack off.
Then handcuffs.
Hairy Old Man beamed down at slumped me.
This... jail?
Rough, ex-workshop maybe.
Side: tanned hides, hanging carcasses—terror.
If psycho killer? I'm done.
Wanna cry.
But manly pride hid fear behind angry glare.
"Best sight ever."
"Unlock this! I'm not your bride! Wanna rot in prison forever?"
Fishy grin, reeking.
"Who'd believe a naked girl wandering goblin mountains?"
"Not naked for fun!"
Crawled back to wall.
"Not knocked up by goblin spawn already?
I'll strangle the monster, fill your womb with my seed."
"Fuck you!"
Yanked till wrists might snap—useless.
Why so tough!
Crude antique cuffs!
He undid belt, approached. Hairy groin: tensed dick swinging.
Familiar body part.
Always looked down at mine.
Now, it loomed above eye level.