A world of deep purple unfolded before .
In its center, I could see the figure of the Succubus with a sensual smile.
“Welco. To my world.”
The sight of her, casually spouting that this was her world after invading soone else's dream, was enough to make want to vomit.
But in truth, her expression 'my world' wasn't entirely wrong, as a Succubus could create whatever she desired within the nightmare she concocted.
“…But this is my dream.”
“Hoo-hoot. You’re just as cheeky as ever, not knowing your place whether we’re outside or in here.”
Blinking her signature purple eyes, she slowly approached .
“Still… I’ll acknowledge it. For a low-life, you were quite impressive. You’re actually better in so ways than those foolish Hounds of the Cross.”
As she muttered, tentacle-like protrusions resembling plant roots suddenly shot up from beneath my feet and bound my body.
“To think you’d stab that woman’s body without a second thought. If it had been those Order bastards, they probably would have held a eting amongst themselves before just pretending to stab her, muttering sothing about ‘unavoidable circumstances….’”
“Is that a complint?”
Shrug—
“Take it as you will. It ans you're better than those dogs… so whether that’s a complint or an insult, it’s up to you.”
As the distance between us closed, the Succubus's appearance ca into view.
In a word, I could describe her as 'the exact opposite of Eliya.'
A silver bob that fell to her shoulders.
Black bat wings.
Purple eyes.
And a piece of black cloth that seed to have lost the original function of clothing, which is 'warmth.'
It was a classic appearance that could only be described as a 'Succubus.'
“Oh my, your gaze seems a bit impure.”
“……”
“Don’t worry. I’m not particularly disappointed.”
Shaking her head as if it couldn't be helped, she ca even closer.
“No matter how special you are, you’re still human… endlessly greedy, and you repeat the sa mistakes.”
“……”
“Appetite, the need for sleep, sexual desire. Aren't humans creatures who go crazy for such fleeting, montary pleasures?”
Shrugging, she stood right in front of my nose.
Squeeze—
The purple tentacles, which had crept up from my ankles, had now entwined my entire body, even binding both of my arms.
My arms, naturally spread out to the sides, left hanging in the air like a sacrifice on a cross.
I tried pulling my arms with force, but as expected, they wouldn't budge.
“It’s useless.”
“……”
“You said it yourself. That I’m a Succubus.”
Rustle—
“In here, everything goes my way. Ti, place, pain, pleasure… and eventually, even your heart.”
Taking one last step closer, she gently brushed my bangs back with her right hand.
And then.
Grip—
She grabbed my hair, pulled it back, and whispered in my ear.
【How about it.】
【Is there a dream you want to have right-now-?】
To that blatant question that entered my ears along with her breath.
I couldn't help but spit out an imdiate answer.
“Ge… ah……”
“…What did you say?”
That is.
“I said get lost, you bitch. You’re disgusting.”
…is what I said.
* * *
“Wh-What the……”
The Succubus, her expression one of clear panic, took a step back.
It was understandable.
To borrow her own words, it was surely impossible for a ‘re low-life’ to resist her at will within her own nightmare.
“How on earth… I was sure I completely captivated your mind this ti……”
“You said it yourself earlier. That I’m a little different… I guess I am.”
Swoosh—
Effortlessly breaking free from the tentacles' grasp, I untied my arms and rolled my shoulders.
“……”
The skills and traits a Succubus possessed varied in ability and number depending on the individual.
But there was one skill and one trait that all Succubi had in common.
was a trait that embedded a bewitching function into one's voice, captivating a person's mind.
And was a skill that manifested a nightmare within a human's mindscape, allowing the Succubus to manipulate it at will.
“I absolutely loathe that attitude of yours.”
“……”
“That disgusting sense of superiority you things have, treating all humans like toys.”
Snap—
As I stepped completely free of the tentacles and snapped my fingers, the hideous tentacles now sprouted from beneath the Succubus’s ankles.
“N-No way—.”
Seeing the tentacles coil up her legs and bind her body, the Succubus looked almost terrified this ti.
This was probably sothing she had never experienced in all her ti traversing countless human mindscapes.
To be turned on within the very nightmare she had created.
“Wh-What in the world are you……”
“The reason a Succubus can freely unleash a nightmare in a human's dream is because that human fundantally allows it… having been bewitched by your cunning tongue.”
“……”
“But not .”
The chanism by which a Succubus traversed people's dreams was incredibly simple.
Through , she would create a nightmare (惡夢) in the target's mindscape. When the target's mind broke down within that nightmare, which the Succubus could freely manipulate, she would occupy the shattered void and make them her host.
That was the basic survival principle of a Succubus.
And ironically.
It was the target themself who handed over the authority to create the nightmare to the Succubus who had infiltrated their mindscape.
Humans are fundantally creatures who are tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Even if they sohow endured
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