Is It Strange For A Succubus To Be Wearing Clothes?

Chapter 56

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The humanoids of Transvia.  Born plunderers, they lived by taking from others.  Though devoted to their families and tribes, they became savage beasts the moment they encountered a peaceful farming village, plundering everything, including lives.

They justified their actions, saying, “You, softened by peace, weaklings who have never held a sharpened blade, what do you know of protecting anything?  It is only natural that you lose everything to us.”

A poet, left limbless and displayed like a macabre puppet after his family was taken, looked upon these ravenous creatures and uttered a single curse:

“You, too, will meet the same fate.”

The humanoids of Transvia scoffed.  They believed themselves to be the strongest in their world.  Their strength justified their plunder; it was their way of survival.  The poet’s curse was nothing but a hollow echo.  Even if someone stronger came along and plundered *them*, it would only prove their point: that the strong are entitled to take what they want.

And indeed, the humanoids had enjoyed a period of prosperity and glory.  Battle and conquest were their way of life, and the spoils belonged to the victors.  It was their virtue.

The sky over Transvia was heavy and gloomy that day.  No one knew what was coming.  The warrior village bustled with activity, the warriors engrossed in their daily training.  News of the successful raids on Earth spread, filling the villagers with hope for a renewed era of prosperity.

Then, a strange woman walked into the village.  She wore a black suit, her dark hair swaying gently in the breeze.  Her violet eyes, deep and unreadable, hinted at something otherworldly.  The demonic wings that unfolded behind her solidified her otherness.

The village warriors instantly raised their weapons, their eyes fixated on her.  But a strange energy had already begun to seep into their minds.  A tingling sensation spread through their bodies, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and unease.  Reason crumbled, leaving only instinct to cloud their judgment.

“A… goddess…?” one of the younger warriors mumbled, his face a mask of confusion.  His hand trembled, torn between fear and attraction.  His heart hammered against his ribs.  A burning sensation erupted from within him, an unbearable intensity that wasn’t quite pain.

Jae-hee walked slowly towards the center of the village, each step echoing like a crack in the earth.  The villagers watched, unable to tear their eyes away, their bodies frozen.  She was something beyond their comprehension.

Then, she raised her violin.

The moment the bow touched the strings, the air vibrated, a sound that tore through the silence.  For she wasn’t a goddess, but a demon.

The warriors’ breath hitched as the sound washed over them.  Their heads bowed, their hearts racing as their consciousness faded.  They opened their mouths, drawn by an unseen force.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”

“Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me.”

“Gah…!”

“Ugh…!”

Some pleaded. Some surrendered.  Others simply opened their mouths wider, slowly raising their heads.  A red liquid began to flow, not in a gush, but a steady, continuous stream.  Their eyes glazed over, their bodies collapsing as they lost control.

Every warrior in the village, every man and woman, was affected.  They stood with their mouths agape.  Some clawed at their faces, digging their fingernails into their flesh.  Others clutched their heads, writhing on the ground.  Lost to their instincts, they thrashed between agony and ecstasy.  The tremors that started in their fingertips spread throughout their bodies, their nails tearing their skin to shreds.

“Hee…!”  A female humanoid tried to wipe the red substance from her mouth, but her hand moved of its own accord, slashing across her face.  She clawed at her own skin.

*I’m too ugly.*

“I’ve witnessed beauty, so my face must be torn apart!!!!”  A dark red liquid oozed from her fingertips, flowing down her body and staining the ground.  She didn’t speak, only smiled, her eyes vacant, her expression a disturbing blend of joy and pain.

“Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,

He who has embraced a lovely woman,

Der mische seinen Jubel ein!

Let him join in her jubilation!”

Jae-hee smiled, continuing to play her violin. The chorus continued, the music growing deeper, more intense.  As the sound intensified, the humanoids of Transvia crumbled.  They were no longer themselves.  They no longer spoke.  Their bodies moved only in response to Jae-hee’s music.

A blacksmith raised his head, his hammer still clutched in his hand.  He didn’t know what he was doing.  He tried to lower the hammer, but his hand trembled, refusing to obey.  A dark red liquid began to trickle from his mouth.  He fell to his knees, the liquid staining his body.

Jae-hee’s music swelled, consuming the village.  No one spoke.  Their bodies, caught between terror and ecstasy, moved on their own.  They opened their mouths, spewing forth an unknown substance, clawing at their own flesh, digging deeper and deeper.  The ground became stained with the dark red liquid.

Jae-hee watched with amusement, then began to walk.  The villagers followed, slowly, unhesitatingly, their eyes vacant, their movements mechanical.  They seemed to no longer belong to this world.

“Kill her!”

“Don’t let her get close!”

Jae-hee had somehow reached the heart of the kingdom, the city where the magnificent palace stood.  She enjoyed sightseeing, taking in the alien beauty and strange mysteries of this world…

“Kyaaaaa!”

“Help me!”

“Drendle!  Why are you doing this?! Why are you attacking us?!”

“For beauty!”

The sight of the plundering humanoids turning on each other, tearing each other apart, was pleasing.  She had released her control over those who had joined her procession, allowing them to run rampant in the capital, creating a scene of utter chaos.

The humanoids of Transvia had long believed themselves to be at the pinnacle of their world.  Plunder was their essence, and they firmly believed that the strong were entitled to everything.  They had amassed wealth and glory through countless raids, believing that if someone stronger came along, it was only natural for them to be plundered in turn.

But the arrival of Succubus Empress Jae-hee shattered their beliefs.  Her brand of destruction was on a different level.  It wasn’t plunder; it was consumption.  It wasn’t conquest; it was despair.

A warrior fell to his knees, struggling to contain the turmoil within him.  “Aren’t… aren’t we the strong?  Why… why is this…?”  His voice cracked, and a red liquid began to seep from his lips.  He clamped his mouth shut, but the feeling intensified, overwhelming him.  He no longer knew who he was, or why he was fighting.  His vision blurred, his mind went blank.

“This is wrong… this is…”  Another warrior, a dark red substance dripping from his mouth, looked around in confusion.  He clutched at his body, collapsing slowly, too weak to speak.

Their faith crumbled.  According to their virtues, being plundered by the strong should be a source of pride.  But this… this was different.  This wasn’t awe; it was self-destruction.  They were being broken, not just physically, but mentally, and they couldn’t comprehend it.

Jae-hee was destroying not just their bodies, but their very being.  Their belief that the strong were entitled to everything was rendered meaningless in her presence.

A nobleman, watching Jae-hee’s procession from afar, trembled.  He, too, had believed that being conquered by a stronger force was simply fate.  But now, he wasn’t so sure.  This wasn’t conquest; it was annihilation.  Jae-hee was dismantling the very meaning of existence.

“Please, spare me!  Please, spare me!  Please!  Please! Please… ah, aaaaaah!”

The warriors of Transvia began to question their own existence.  They had believed they would face their demise with pride, but all they felt was a desperate plea for survival, a shameful denial of their own beliefs.  Their very reason for being was lost.

A flicker of resistance ignited within some, but it was quickly extinguished by the melody of the violin.  The crimson tide flowing from their bodies was no longer their own.

“Hmm, the Transvian royal palace is certainly impressive.  It’s fascinating how advanced their magic and scholarship are, considering they’re plunderers.”  Jae-hee strolled through the capital, her steps light and carefree amidst the carnage and chaos.

The capital’s defensive magic, the mana cannons?  They damaged her procession, but they couldn’t harm *her*.  The enthralled humanoids marveled, *‘The king himself is firing the cannons!’*  Massive, meteor-like spells rained down, but they couldn’t touch her.  And even if they did, she would simply regenerate.

Not a scratch, not even a speck of dust on her suit, Jae-hee entered the palace.  It was a bizarre collection of opulent décor and alien architecture, but she paid it no mind.

“You’ve arrived.”

The old king, frail and wizened, awaited her.

Jae-hee decided to keep her words to a minimum.  But she was curious.

*‘He met my gaze… and didn’t submit?’*

How intriguing.

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