Miel's Dream of the Father Who Abandoned Her
Miel was dreaming.
She was once again five years old, her small body nestled in the gentle arms of a man who stroked her with such kindness. The middle-aged human male. Her mother had never explained who he was, but Miel had always known—instinctively—that he was her father.
From the time she was a child, the nanny who had cared for her and always addressed her with respectful words, smoothing her hair and patting her for every good deed she performed, had left a lasting mark on her heart. She had obeyed that touch without question.
Yet even the happiest days eventually met their ruin.
One day her mother grew tired of her male sex slave and sold him to another noble instead. The man she had been with every single day vanished when her father disappeared. After that, Miel cried far more often.
She ran away when she turned thirteen.
She set out to find the father she had lost. Hearing that he had been sold to the noble ruling the neighboring territory, and that she could now fly thanks to her wings, Miel immediately flew there.
Because her mother, the succubus ruler of their own territory, held a higher rank than this noble, he welcomed her with open arms and treated her kindly. But the middle-aged man who had been sold to this territory could not be found no matter how she searched.
Human males were rare, so he should have been in the lord’s castle. Still, when she asked the maids, they all claimed they did not know. But one longtime maid finally told her the man’s fate.
Years ago, as a runaway slave, he had received the ultimate punishment. They had pumped him full of every aphrodisiac and weakening drug imaginable, then cast him into the slums where the poor could do with him as they pleased. He would be torn apart and killed in the process.
Most victims died that way.
Miel’s face grew pale as she headed toward the slums.
The stench of rotting garbage and filth made her wrinkle her nose as she walked. There, right in the middle of the filth, lay a creature that had fallen completely into ruin. Saliva dripped from its mouth as it screamed at the top of its lungs, begging anyone to rape it. It was a mad being.
The closer it came, the more Miel realized what it was.
The middle-aged man who had always protected her, who had loved her so tenderly—that was her father.
But he had not recognized her. Completely broken by the drugs, he was no longer the man who had taken care of her. He could only beg her to rape him, a mad creature who did not even know his own daughter was there.
It was unbearably painful.
After that day, Miel stopped caring about males altogether. The broken creatures who had been fed aphrodisiacs and weakening drugs became exactly like that middle-aged man. That was how she saw all males.
Until she met a seed-spreader.
A certain man had existed.
He was from Earth, but twenty years ago, at the age of twenty-one, he had been pulled into the Demon Realm. He was sold to a slave trader and later bought by a succubus lord ruling one of the territories.
When monsters were dragged away, they were savagely raped and then killed. Miel had held a wary heart toward succubi for that reason. But the woman before her was too gentle, nothing like the monsters Miel knew.
She did not force herself on the man. Instead, she simply seduced him. When Miel asked why succubi did not do what the monsters did, the woman answered with a knowing smile.
“Originally, succubi only mate with males when they willingly accept the seduction. But since you’re still being careful, how am I supposed to force myself on you?”
The man fell completely under the succubus lord’s elegant mind and allowed her to take him. He even fathered several children with her.
Among them, the youngest daughter was Miel. From the moment she was born, unlike her sisters, she had been weak. Her body was so small that her tiny wings were barely enough to carry her. She weighed so little she could have been mistaken for an infant.
The man had doted on his youngest daughter most of all. Perhaps it was his protective instinct toward the weak that made him cherish Miel the most.
But as the time they spent together grew longer, the succubus lord’s jealousy grew stronger. She became a mother who was jealous of her own daughter.
When Miel turned five, the man—who had been twenty-one then—was already in his fifties.
One night the succubus lord entered Miel’s room while the man was telling his wife and daughter stories of Earth and fairy tales to help her sleep.
The lord saw him kiss the sleeping girl on the forehead and whisper, “Sleep well, my beloved princess,” then gently pat her head.
Jealousy exploded inside her.
A succubus’s companion is only one person in her entire life. Even if some succubi take concubines, they cannot have children unless they sleep with the man they have marked with their Yin Crest. Therefore, the only way to become a companion is to undergo the ritual that carves their Yin Crest into him.
Moreover, the man who carries the Yin Crest shares both pleasure and pain with his succubus. He is literally proof of her other half.
Since the man had allowed the succubus lord to rape him, his Yin Crest had already been carved into her.
She had no concubines. The only man in her life was the one who ignored her and only cared about their daughter. The lord, now alone, could no longer stand it. She decided to rape him right there in the room so the girl could wake up and see.
It was meant to send a warning not to touch her man. But when the man strongly refused, the lord’s rage reached its limit.
She sold him to the noble ruling the neighboring territory.
She no longer feared having no more children. She already had too many with him.
From that day on, the succubus lord began to torment Miel.
Killing the girl who stole her love seemed too easy a punishment for such a wicked creature. Instead, she made the other daughters torment Miel.
She herself ignored Miel from time to time, but if the girl made even the smallest mistake, she was punished severely. She deliberately compared her with her sisters and even had her servants join in to break her spirit.
When the gate opened, she deliberately sent only new recruit orcs. Not even two platoons—sixteen in total. For her other daughters, she mixed in more than a hundred orcs and veteran officers or staff officers.
She wanted to see the girls return broken and humiliated after being injured. But when Miel came back whole and healthy, the lord was furious.
In truth, bringing back even the new recruits alive was a tremendous achievement. Especially since she was commanding her first battle and the numbers were small. But she did not want to praise her.
Because the girl was the woman who had stolen her man’s love.
Besides, she had only captured one prisoner. There was no need to take him. With one awakened human toy and her daughters’ torment already over, there was no reason to continue. She could simply wait until the toy became important and then steal it away.
The succubus lord smiled a filthy smile, feeling that the anger toward her youngest daughter had not yet died down.
Miel could not sleep.
Yet today she was strangely tired. The moment she collapsed onto the bed, she began to dream.
At first, the dream was filled with nothing but happiness. Then it slowly turned into a nightmare full of unbearable pain.
Being a succubus and suffering nightmares was unbearably funny.
Still, today she felt oddly refreshed.
She wanted to be just a little kinder to that seed-spreader.
The longer she kept calling him a seed-spreader, the more uncomfortable she felt. She wanted to call him a male instead. When she thought of that middle-aged man, her chest ached.
Ah…
The woman she had tied up in the room was called Seona. She could call herself Seona now as well. The name was easy to pronounce, and the sound felt good.
If she told Seona her name, that female would make a more interesting expression and feel jealous of her, wouldn’t she?
Miel was looking forward to going to her secret room today more than ever.