Succubus
"Nngh..."
My head felt heavy.
It was a somewhat unpleasant analogy, but it felt just like a woman who'd been forcibly deflowered.
Except the penetrated, stretched part wasn't her pussy—it was my brain...
But what the hell was going on here?
Just moments ago, Aleister Crowley had been smirking arrogantly at me, but now she was hugging herself with her arms, drenched in cold sweat, backing away.
Her breasts were so massive that her sideboob bulged out from under her squeezed arms, and her wide, birthing hips—perfectly proportional to those tits—were splayed open. Every tremor that ran through her body made that jiggling flesh instinctively stir my lust.
"Hey... what are you doing?"
"Wh-what?"
Her reaction was off. Way off.
Her face looked plunged into utter confusion and terror.
"Mmph... mmph!"
That's when Jia's muffled groans reached my ears.
"If you've seen enough, could you let her go now?"
"Ah, r-right. R'lyehn throd."
She looked just as baffled as to why she was obeying me so readily, but in any case, Jia was freed.
Her eyes had been bulging so hard that burst blood vessels had welled up with bloody tears.
"Y-You bitch! You fucking bitch!! O-Oppa... my oppa...!!"
I hated this witch just as much, but rash moves were a no-go.
"Jia, stop!"
Well-trained Jia halted instantly at my voice, shot me a pitiful look, then threw herself into my chest.
Slam!
"H-Hueeeek... Hwaaaang...! O-Oppa...! Oppa-oppa-oppa-oppa!"
"...Yeah, yeah. That must've been rough, huh?"
"S-Sob... u-uwah! I-I thought... I really thought you were getting stolen from me! My h-heart felt like it was gonna explode!"
"Sheesh... That bad? Oppa ain't going anywhere. Cut it out. Cut it out."
In a desperate bid for her to stop, I gently stroked her nape for a few seconds. Calmed by my touch and warmth, Jia lifted her head to gaze up at me.
Her eyes had swollen into puffy rabbit-like slits.
Drip...
Clear snot dribbled from her nose.
What a mess.
"Snot's coming out."
"Ah—! Ugh..."
Even she seemed embarrassed by that, quickly pulling away from my arms and turning to wipe her nose.
I shifted my gaze back to Aleister.
Even after Jia's cursing, she still looked dazed. Seemed safe to open the conversation from my end.
"Aleister."
Flinch.
"Y-Yes? What's up, kid? Got some business with your big sis? Ohohoho!"
Definite.
This woman was afraid of me right now.
There was only one reason for her attitude: she'd glimpsed something unnatural in my mind.
And with high probability, it was something even this great witch couldn't control—something unprecedented.
What did she see?
The Altered Common Sense that lets me regress even from death?
Or maybe Hastur's blessing on me?
No matter how great a witch she was, facing an Outer God head-on would explain her cowering like that.
"I'm curious too—mind telling me? What'd you see in my head...?"
"..."
Her lips quivered, but no answer came.
I had the psychological upper hand, so time to push a little.
"Come on, spill it. Hey?"
"Ugh... I don't know."
?
"You don't know?"
"I really don't... I remember it being nothing special, but it gave me the chills anyway. But I can't figure out why... There's no way a kid like you could make me feel this..."
Shiver!
She shuddered again mid-sentence.
"..."
She... couldn't remember?
Judging by her reaction, she definitely hadn't seen nothing in my mind.
Which meant, nine times out of ten...
Her memory was erased.
And so seamlessly that she couldn't even register the blank. She felt a vague unease and instinctive fear, sure—like a lingering aftertaste—but that was it.
An existence capable of wiping the memories of a black mage who'd lived four centuries on forbidden knowledge? Had to be Hastur.
Whatever that guy did, it saved my ass for now. Without him, I'd have been devoured by this slut, body and soul.
Long-term, though, having Hastur lodged deep in my psyche was creepy as hell—needed fixing eventually.
Like a parasite.
Maybe I should take some dewormer.
Anyway, Aleister was backing off a bit, but the situation wasn't over. She was still a real threat. If Hastur wanted her gone physically, he'd have done it already.
Meant I had to handle Psycho #2 myself.
Hastur wasn't my babysitter.
"So, is the contract done?"
"Well... it's a bit iffy, but your mind's perfectly normal, no ulterior motives... so yeah."
Was her fear fading with my casual tone? Arrogance was creeping back in its place.
"Then time to uphold my end."
"Oh, right. You wanted me to fix that woman, yeah? Hold on."
She placed one hand on Su-hee's lower belly and began muttering some strange incantation.
Twitch.
Twitch-twitch.
"Ohhk!?♡ Ahhk!♡"
What the—?
"Lady! What are you—!?"
"Quiet."
"Ohcumming♡ Ohcumming♡♡"
A pattern matching the color of Aleister's magic tool gradually etched itself onto the plump lower belly housing Su-hee's womb.
Like those womb tattoos on girls on sex duty rotation.
Was that... okay?
"Grhhk...♡ Uhnng... Hnng... Hnngh......"
Su-hee, thrashing like a fish yanked from water, soon settled down.
Her breathing was far more relaxed now.
Unlike when she'd been forcibly knocked out with sleep gas, this looked like she'd drifted off naturally.
But...
Slosh—
"Wh-what?"
A long, slender black line trailed from under Su-hee's ass.
No, not a line...
A tail?
"What did you just do?"
"The kid asked me to fix her, didn't he? I did. Hehe."
"Then what's with the tail?"
"Sigh, you own the Equinox Book and don't know basics? She's half-human, half-demon now. I cursed her with dream demon transformation."
Dream demon?
"You mean succubus?"
"Yep, that's one name for 'em. The drug she was exposed to is a deadly poison born of chaotic power. Purification or antidote? Impossible. No human body can handle it, no matter what. So I just changed her species to something else. Problem solved. Impressed with sis's magic? Ohohoho!"
"Hold on—that means Su-hee isn't Su-hee anymore!"
"Nah, she is. This Su-hee girl keeps all her memories, personality, everything. She's just... way more dutiful as a female now. That's not bad, right? Dream demons are my favorite race. Unlike fish-heads or tentacle freaks, at least they're honest about their desires."
Haa...
Reminded me of that monkey's paw urban legend.
You ask a mystery magic tool for money, it kills your son for life insurance, then goes, "Didn't I give you exactly what you wanted?"
She'd become a succubus, but at least she wasn't a vegetable, kept her personality, and survived. Small mercies?
Still, gratitude was in order.
"Thanks."
"No biggie. Your big sis is generous with cute boys. Hehehe."
Urk.
Words from a 400-year-old granny.
Pedo bitch.
Anyway, Su-hee lived. That's what mattered. I hadn't suicided to regress yet because there were too many leads unexplored, escape routes untried.
With my mental durability as a limit, I couldn't die recklessly—had to maximize each life.
Soon as I bought Su-hee time, I could regress to pre-transformation at the right moment.
"Now it's my turn to uphold the contract."
"What? No... uh, you don't have to..."
She didn't want further ties with me.
But I couldn't let her vanish like this.
Hastur erased her memory because he was beyond spec, but she was still a grand witch, master of black magic.
Forced contract or not, leaving debt unpaid could bite me later—hard.
"No, I really want to. It's a contract with a great witch, after all."
Aleister's eyes sparkled at the flattery, her earlier wariness gone, replaced by a smug smile.
"Oh? Ohohu. Right, I'm a great witch. Mistress of magic. Looks like you're finally grasping how amazing the sis before you is. Good. Let's do it per the deal. I fix the girl, you get me to Gra'hthul. I fixed her, so now you bring Gra'hthul."
She said that, but I had no clue how to meet Gra'hthul.
But Aleister probably did.
"As you heard, sis, I'm just spiritually linked to Gra'hthul—no direct comms. Any way around it?"
"Yeah, I figured. Easy fix. Just be bait to lure the old fart out. Handy ritual magic circle downstairs, right?"
"The Shakallu-Enshar Magic Circle?"
"Huh? You know first-class forbidden arts but not dream demons? Where'd you pick that up?"
"What? From feeding blood to the Equinox Book, obviously."
"What...?"
"Why? Wrong way? It even told me Enzu Nirum..."
"What did you say?"
Aleister suddenly lit up with excitement, her overwhelming tits bouncing as she strode toward me.
Seeing that, Kang Jia wedged between us, arms spread wide like a threatening mantis.
"Don't come!"
But Aleister barreled through like Jia was invisible.
"Mmph! Mmmph! F-Fuckin' bitch! Mmmph!! G-Get out—!"
Jia's face buried straight into Aleister's cleavage.
Aleister ignored it completely—like it was irrelevant.
"Kid, you're not lying to sis, right? You really pulled off Shakallu-EnsharandEnzu Nirum in sequence?"
"Uh... y-yeah... Problem?"
Shit. Guess I fucked up somehow.