Chapter 572 Succubus Queen ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Damn it, damn it…! How did it come to this…!”
The Succubus cried out, her voice lost in the night as she fled, driven by panic. Or at least, that’s what you’d call it—if such a simple creature, a mimic-monster that only sucked knowledge from its prey, could feel something as complex as anxiety.
She (though even “she” might be the wrong word) only copied the thought-patterns of her prey. So this frantic state was just the leftover scent of someone else’s despair—some poor soul whose life and energy she had drained.
Following the hints of that stolen scent, she had decided that in a situation like this, one “must be frantic.” Specifically, when she had lost most of her followers—the ones who had come with her from the far Southern Continent.
”What in the world… is that thing…!?”
She muttered, her body shaking hard. This was not the “leftover scent.” This was a tremor from her own basic instinct. The name of that instinct was fear.
Having lived for ages in the Southern Continent, draining the life, energy, and knowledge of countless men, she had become what humans called a “Succubus Queen.” Even for her, there was no other word but fear. Just remembering it made her whole body shake.
It made sense that her newborn, foolish kin had been lured by them. The men holding them were no threat—just tasty prey. If those things hadn’t been there, she could have picked them off one by one.
But that thing that had killed her male kin—that was an impossible nightmare. Walking easily, giving off a strong, almost deadly s*x appeal even though it was nearly naked—the sight of it filled her with a frozen, senseless terror.
For a moment, she thought they were her own kind. But their charm was not human. After all, when they appeared, even the human men had their eyes stolen not by the Succubi, but by them.
She asked herself, using that stolen instinct. Could she ever win a battle of charm against them? She couldn’t see a future where she won. That was the root of her fear. And her retreat. She tore through the darkness.
To humans, these were pathless wilds. Even a forest crawling with monsters was, to a Succubus, an easy walk. A Succubus’s “Charm” worked even on beasts. There had been some in the past who used that power to start a “Stampede.”1
Still, to a Succubus, the life force of a monster was not even a snack, and they had no wish to cause a “Stampede” that would only shrink the human population—unless they were truly cornered.
Luckily, for this Succubus, she hadn’t reached that point yet. What rose up instead was a strong, basic urge to breed. She needed to increase her numbers. Somewhere far from them, as fast as possible. She had to multiply, build strength, and become a higher being. Otherwise, this fear…!
”…Hm, where am I?”
Driven by fear and panic, the Succubus finally reached the Canaria Kingdom’s royal capital, Canarias. She had run without looking back since seeing them, yet she had arrived here in just a few days.
At first, she meant to pass by this town, keeping her eyes fixed away. To cause trouble in such a big town would alert them right away. The “leftover scent” inside her had easily reached that conclusion.
But her own instinct pointed to a different path. She knew she shouldn’t visit, yet she couldn’t pull her feet away. Was there something in this town? Like a moth drawn to a light, she was lured, dizzy, into the town.
She did not know it, but she was acting exactly like the male of her kind who had been lured and swarmed by them.
”Hm, there’s a guard…”
It was a dangerous move—one that didn’t need the “leftover scent” to tell her it was a bad idea. But for a Succubus with enough skill, it was easy. She held her palm up, facing the guard, and blew a soft breath toward them.
”Nfu, excuse me, won’t you? ♡”
”……”
And so it happened. The two guards let her walk right past them. It was, of course, the power of a Succubus’s “Charm.” She walked through the service entrance by the city gate.
It was a guard post, and normally, they would have raised their weapons at any sudden intruder. But this, too, was overlooked thanks to her breath.
With her sense of smell, it was easy to tell that only men were inside the post. And in a sealed room, there was no man who could beat her… usually.
”Ugh, ghh…?”
”…Oh? Was that a bit weak?”
One old soldier was about to notice the Succubus. Not because he was old—a Succubus’s charm would make even a dying man feel aroused.
That old soldier had been part of the “Stampede” from before. After the defeat of the two Great Dragons, he had been transferred here for safer duty, because of his service and his age.
He had marched with the “Holy Labor Corps” led by Mother Marian, and it seemed he had gained some resistance. Though even that was not enough. The Succubus blew a direct breath at him, knocking him out.
No matter how strong Mother Marian’s allure was, walking past her when she wasn’t trying was not enough to give this Succubus full immunity.
The Succubus nodded, “That’s that,” and looked around at the guards who were staring at something she couldn’t see. She licked her lips with a wet sound. But as her saliva nearly dripped, she quickly swallowed it back.
”Oops. You look so tasty…♡ But, I’ll pass for now…”
”……”
If she was going to be that careful, she shouldn’t have entered the town in the first place. She knew that, yet she didn’t notice the contradiction. As if caught in a fever, she drifted deeper into the town.
Sniffing here and there, she walked through the streets of Canarias in the dead of night. Even for a royal capital, no one was out at this hour. The night road relied only on moonlight. But to a Succubus with perfect night vision, it was as clear as day.
The half-reason still inside her guided her away from the main streets into the back alleys. Then again, she would likely have chosen the back alleys even without that caution. The scent that called to her was coming from that very place.
Invited by the scent of top-tier prey, the Succubus went deeper. The dizzying, thick scent of a male made her head spin—a scent she could sense only because she was a Succubus, and a high-ranking one at that.
If she hadn’t noticed that scent, she might have avoided Canarias and instead hunted in small villages to build her strength. But if she had been a Succubus too weak to detect that scent, she would have already been hunted down by them.
”…Tch.”
Along the way, she clicked her tongue when she noticed a female’s scent mixed in with the male’s. It was not a cute feeling like jealousy (of course, even if it were jealousy, it wasn’t something natural to her—just another “leftover scent”).
To put it in human terms, it was the annoyance you feel when “the ultimate feast is crawling with ants.” Burning with rage, she took off running. She slipped through the narrow path and came out into an open area. It was an oddly grand mansion, out of place in this back alley. Standing in front of the mansion were one male and one female.
”Oh, you really did come. Are you sure you aren’t actually an Incubus?”
”If Succubi aren’t lured by Incubi, doesn’t that prove I’m a real human?”
”No, even so, to notice a Succubus outside of town and draw her in like this… what in the world is going on…?”
The male and female were talking, but the words no longer reached the Succubus’s ears. She was driven by an intense, overwhelming hunger. She had to take him into her womb right now. That impulse completely destroyed the reason she had barely managed to hold together.
Because of that, she did not notice. The fact that the male had ominous Magic circuits (magical energy patterns) on both hands. Or that he was followed by a giant mollusk-like creature at his feet…
—
Summary:
A panicked Succubus Queen flees after her subordinates are slaughtered by an overwhelming force. Driven by primal instincts and lingering memories of her victims, she is lured to the royal capital of Canarias by a potent, intoxicating scent. Upon confronting the source of the scent—a male and female at a grand mansion—her hunger overrides her rationality, blinding her to the extreme danger the male poses.
—
Trivia:
The Succubus’s “frantic” behavior is explicitly described as a borrowed emotional response from the victims she has consumed.
Her ability to walk through city guards undetected is a direct application of the Succubus “Charm” ability.
The old soldier’s mild resistance to her charm is credited to his prior exposure to Mother Marian’s influence.
The Succubus’s internal contradiction of trying to be cautious while simultaneously being unable to resist the scent drives her directly into a trap.
—
Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Marian – Mother Superior of the Canarias convent and the Church of Demon-Subjugation’s strongest Ascetic Faction nun. She has wavy purple hair, a busty build, a tear mole, a Monroe walk, and a black habit. A mother figure to companions, she uses her status to aggressively pester and influence Kento about the Devil’s Stick. Provocative and obsessed with Alex-kyun, she uses supernatural vaginal control.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply