Chapter 100
Chapter 100: Regard Succubi as You Would Stones
Depraved fiends that nourished themselves on masculine desire: succubi.
These vicious entities were calculating demonkind disguised under the guise of winged maidens.
Their threat ratings spanned all the way from S down to F, reflecting how much dark power they had accumulated; judging by the wicked aura drifting through the air, these appeared to be A-rank, matching Min-jun’s current standing.
Whether one ought to view this as a stroke of fortune remained questionable, yet the raw combat potency of a succubus was inherently inferior to that of other beasts within the identical tier.
Taking an A-rank succubus as an example, her sheer battle prowess sat roughly on par with an ordinary monster positioned between A- and B-rank.
Had the encounter boiled down solely to a direct contest of physical power, Min-jun could have secured victory without breaking much of a sweat.
Even so, they could hardly be labeled as simple prey.
That difficulty stemmed from several infuriating quirks intrinsic to succubi.
To begin with, relying on peerless allure alongside their innate supernatural gifts, succubi possessed the ability to bewitch men effortlessly.
Above all else, they shared an uncontrollable instinct to lose their heads at the mere presence of a male, lunging indiscriminately toward anyone of the opposite sex—ranging from young boys to withered elders—and carrying a notorious reputation for refusing to release their quarry until the victim drew his dying breath amidst the act.
Furthermore, setting aside their bat-like wings, their silhouettes mirrored those of human females to perfection, and because they possessed intellect, they stood out as unusual among monsters by actually covering their flesh.
Yet referring to those garments as actual clothes felt far too generous; the scraps were so scandalous that donning them seemed infinitely more indecent than walking around completely naked.
Mere rags barely veiling their most critical parts, cut shorter than typical undergarments, embarrassing even to describe as cloth.
Though they were undeniably lethal monsters, their provocative attire left a man wondering where he should safely rest his eyes.
At any rate.
It was an elaborate way to frame the matter, but piecing every single one of those factors together led to one undeniable reality.
‘I am completely doomed.’
Owing to these peculiar attributes, confronting succubi turned into an excruciating trial whenever an expedition lacked female Hunters.
‘Which basically implies I must endure purely through sheer mental fortitude.’
Whether he possessed enough resilience to pull it off remained uncertain.
Min-jun’s white-knuckled fist trembled faintly.
Right at that moment, an individual succubus ran her gaze over Min-jun with eyes dripping in raw hunger, addressing him directly.
“Well hello, handsome oppa?”
Hearing that playful, spine-chilling murmur caused the tiny hairs across Min-jun’s skin to prickle upright in an instant.
Just as the lectures at the Academy had emphasized, on the surface they effortlessly passed as unblemished beauties.
The sort that would inevitably force every passerby on a bustling street to twist their neck around.
Yet that splendor existed merely as a façade.
Within, their souls were darker than the abyss itself, vile creatures driven to consume mankind.
Even if the concept of consumption took on an entirely peculiar definition in their case—regardless.
Unleashing his Dragon Fear, Min-jun lunged forward with explosive speed, aiming his blade straight at the throat of the foremost demoness.
However, having already read his trajectory in advance, the succubus effortlessly slipped past Min-jun’s strike and tossed a mocking retort his way.
“My, my, diving right in without a second thought. Were you truly that restless?”
“What, have you been starved of affection all this time, oppa? There is no rush at all.”
Whether inner panic gripped her or not remained entirely hidden.
The creature merely presented Min-jun with a smoldering, provocative smirk devoid of any visible agitation.
The succubi lingering behind her similarly cast flirtatious glances toward Min-jun, appearing utterly ravenous to lay their claws upon his flesh.
“Your essence carries the signature of a mortal, yet your features rival those of a delicate incubus, don’t they?”
“Ahhh, haah. Sweet oppa. There is truly no necessity in brandishing such a menacing, savage edge. One clumsy swing and you could end up hurting yourself.”
“A single glance tells me you are both formidable and gorgeous, oppa. Perfectly to my taste.”
Tugging slightly at their already scandalous scraps, hinting that they were moments away from baring their deepest secrets, the succubi sought to entice Min-jun through blatant, lewd motions.
Witnessing this spectacle, heat surged across Min-jun’s cheeks, turning his complexion crimson.
This marked his inaugural clash against succubi, making the situation deeply mortifying, yet suffering sexual degradation at the hands of mere beasts allowed shame and indignation to slowly boil up inside him.
“Damn it.”
Knitting his brows tight, Min-jun spat out an irritated curse.
Yet whether Min-jun simmered with rage, projected an oppressive aura of bloodlust through Dragon Fear, or threw whatever reaction their way, the fiends retained their unbothered composure.
“Good heavens, how can a man look so tempting even while hurling curses, oppa? It makes me want to tackle you straight to the ground.”
Quite the contrary, Min-jun’s hostility only stoked their excitement further.
Ultimately, the gratification derived from breaching a fortress that appeared impossible to conquer tasted far more intoxicating.
“Listen up, sisters. I will be the one partaking of this oppa first today. Your eldest sister truly cannot restrain herself any longer.”
“What kind of nonsense is that!”
Hearing the proclamation of the lead demoness, another beside her let out a shrill protest.
“You carry the title of eldest sister, yet instead of stepping aside for your younger kin, you intend to hoard that oppa entirely for your own pleasure?”
“Unni, are you trying to drive me entirely insane? There is no chance I yield today, absolutely none.”
“You already forced us to step back the last time. It will not happen again.”
“You insolent wenches.”
Having apparently languished in deprivation throughout this extended span, the pack squabbled among themselves as if the consent of the man standing before them held zero significance.
Yet that dispute lasted only a fleeting breath.
Running their tongues across their lips, the succubi gradually crept closer toward Min-jun.
“Do not look so hostile, my dear oppa. You might wear an angry scowl, but does your flesh not tell the true tale?”
“Could it be that fear has taken hold of you?”
“Cast your worries aside. All we desire is to share something truly delightful with you, oppa.”
However, while their approach seemed like nothing more than a slow, languid stroll, the succubi were covertly weaving their charm skill over Min-jun as the distance closed, disguising their mystical influence with precision.
Min-jun caught on a fraction of a heartbeat too late, attempting to mount a countermeasure right away—
Yet prior to executing any defensive move, the enchantment cast by the succubi had already seeped deep into his consciousness.
From the soles of his feet up to the crown of his skull, his bloodstream surged at velocities far beyond the norm, sending his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.
His faculties grew completely dull, while a hazy stupor washed across his entire physical form, evoking the sensation of intense intoxication.
Perhaps due to that creeping haze, the identical creatures that had appeared utterly revolting moments before started to project an entirely altered image.
Setting aside their diminutive horns, sleek tails, and leathery wings, they did, after all, closely resemble stunningly gorgeous women rather than grotesque monsters.
There was no pressing need to engage in bloody combat.
Surrendering rational thought and offering his entire vessel to blissful sensation seemed entirely permissible.
Nobody lingered nearby to witness his weakness anyway.
Thus, listening to his carnal impulses was the only thing required.
Yielding for just a brief, passing instant could hardly hurt.
The succubi expertly toyed with Min-jun’s primal urges, and those tampered impulses persistently whispered for him to cave.
It mirrored the exact suffocation he had weathered back during the incident involving Ria Black.
Yet.
‘Absolutely not.’
Even within an environment where the vast majority of men would have readily surrendered their sanity to the monsters and capitulated to such staggering allure, Min-jun held the line.
‘No. Never. I will not.’
Clenching his teeth until they ached, Min-jun fought with everything he had to retain his grip on reality.
A trial of this nature had crossed his path before.
‘Moreover, the opponent back then was an SSS-rank Hunter.’
Therefore, prevailing this time remained well within his grasp, exactly as he had managed back then.
To be entirely precise, his previous adversary had surpassed the definition of an SSS-rank Hunter by being an authentic dragon.
In any event, concluding that severing his physical awareness was vital to prevent succumbing to their bewitching aura, Min-jun firmly shut his eyelids for the moment.
While this could not completely shield him from the charm, his intention was to banish visual perception first, minimize external arousal, and reclaim his shattered reason.
“Oh dear. Oppa, what makes you shut your eyes like that? Life becomes infinitely simpler for the two of us if you simply stop resisting.”
“What seems to be the trouble? Is a wave of heavy sleepiness washing over you?”
“Should weariness overcome you, rest your head upon my lap. I will gladly hum you a gentle melody.”
Noticing that Min-jun was actively pushing back against their spell, the succubi escalated their seduction into something far more brazen.
If shutting out his vision was his method to resist their pull, they merely needed to overwhelm his remaining senses.
At that juncture, the demoness lingering at the rear of the pack, unable to suppress the scorching craving churning through her core, glided right beside Min-jun and whispered against his ear in a tingling breath.
“Merely for a fleeting breath, a tiny, insignificant instant. Simply revel in the ecstasy for today, and afterward, cast it aside as though nothing ever occurred.”
A velvety touch against his flesh, alluring pheromones calibrated to shatter male defenses, and a melodious murmur evoking the sweet poison of a devil’s promise.
Naturally, indulging in that abyss for a mere second and climbing back out unscathed, just as the demoness promised, represented an absolute impossibility from the outset.
This was a perilous quagmire from which, once snared, an individual could never extricate himself through independent willpower.
Twisting like a serpent along Min-jun’s arm, the succubus gently pressed down on the hand holding the Dragon Bone Sword, gradually tilting her parted lips toward the bare skin of his neck.
‘Bringing him down proves far easier than I imagined, doesn’t it?’
The succubus draped over Min-jun felt utter certainty in her success.
Though she had initially questioned whether acting so boldly was reckless, witnessing the encounter reach this state signaled that the charm had unquestionably anchored itself within his spirit.
At this stage, if she enveloped him entirely and planted a light kiss laced with hypnotic potency, this succulent quarry would undoubtedly abandon all clarity and yield his essence to her desire.
Right as the youngest fiend, envisioning a feast fit to sate her appetite, allowed her eyes to narrow into ecstatic crescents—
Shhk—!
With his eyes remaining tightly sealed, Min-jun forcefully shoved away the clinging creature and unleashed a ferocious sweep of his blade in the exact same breath.
Min-jun’s steel carved a lethal, unerring arc directly across the monster’s chest.
“Ghk—!”
The moment Min-jun drew back his eyelids, what met his gaze was the succubus collapsed in a grotesque heap, crimson fluid gushing violently from a ruined torso.
Whew—.
Releasing a ragged breath, Min-jun gradually began to piece together his scattered rationality.
These things were nothing more than feral beasts trapped in heat, entirely beholden to base impulse.
Though their outward appearance mirrored human maidens, that was merely a superficial illusion; beneath the skin, they were fundamentally identical to common animals.
Falling prey to the whispers of mere beasts was utterly inconceivable.
Mortal beings never bled that pitch-black, dark red ichor.
That sickening fluid paired with the pathetic, crumpled corpse instead served as the very shock that yanked Min-jun’s mind back to reality.
“H-how could this…!”
Simultaneously.
Witnessing their youngest perish in such an ignominious fashion without putting up the slightest resistance, the remaining sisters began to shudder, stepping backward in overwhelming terror.
They had already recognized that Min-jun ranked among the more capable human males they had ever encountered.
Yet entirely separate from physical might, there had never existed a male their sisterhood failed to ensnare throughout their entire existence.
They had presumed Min-jun would follow that identical pattern.
Though strong, they had never believed him to be beyond their dominion.
How, then, had this occurred?
Why.
Right then.
Witnessing Min-jun exuding the crushing weight of Dragon Fear with gaze burning in murderous intent, the sisters shook uncontrollably from head to toe.
“Y-you… what kind of creature are you…!”
For an ordinary male to remain completely untouched after they had unleashed their entire arsenal of seduction……
“Are you incapable of functioning as a man?”
In their twisted logic, no alternate conclusion held any merit.
If that failed to explain it—.
“You are either entirely broken down there or your preferences lean toward men! There is no other path that explains this! Why do our charms fail to ensnare you! We are succubi!”
Or entirely homosexual.
Listening to the fiends babble such absurd excuses left Min-jun thoroughly speechless.
To think he had nearly allowed his resolve to crumble before such pathetic vermin.
Min-jun let out a cold scoff, advanced directly toward the remaining demons, and severed their skulls from their shoulders in effortless strokes.
Setting aside their specialized hypnotic gifts, their foundational martial capabilities were laughably fragile; thus, the succubi met their demise beneath Min-jun’s blade before managing to flee more than a couple of strides.
With every last demoness cut down.
The Dragon Bone Sword emitted a satisfied vibration, as though Sia’s lingering will resonated through the metal.
From the initial confrontation with the succubi to the moment every corpse hit the floor.
The entire sequence had unfolded within a span of merely a handful of minutes.
Yet the sheer psychological toll of the encounter was so immense that Min-jun simply stood motionless, staring blankly down at the slain horrors with a vacant gaze.
‘I can barely process the reality of what just took place.’
There had been zero opportunity to dissect the unfolding chaos.
Events had moved at such a breakneck pace that merely grasping his surroundings posed a challenge.
The suffocating enchantment of a succubus, universally acknowledged as the greatest nightmare for any male Hunter.
The realization that he had actually torn free from that snare and slaughtered the whole brood still felt surreal to Min-jun.
‘How did I pull that off?’
Their supernatural charm carried far too potent a lethality to claim he had weathered the storm purely through unyielding determination.
On top of that, he had faced the ordeal in total isolation against a full pack of creatures, meaning the cumulative pull of their power had been overwhelmingly concentrated.
This encounter differed entirely from the previous crisis with Ria Black, where he had simply endured until Rokan stepped in to bail him out.
Although the immediate threat had been neutralized, Min-jun found himself plagued by persistent doubts regarding how he had truly survived.
Were simple willpower sufficient to endure that level of mental assault, legions of experienced Hunters would never have met their ruin against succubi over the generations.
‘There must be an underlying reason at play here…….’
Yet at the present moment, indulging in endless speculation remained an unaffordable luxury.
He could not foresee how arduous the journey up this spire would prove, yet the only objective that truly mattered was ascending to the summit and conquering the tower relying purely on his individual prowess.
With that resolve in mind.
“I wonder what sort of horror lies in wait on the floor above.”
Considering that succubi had greeted him on the very ground tier, far more grotesque monstrosities were bound to emerge the higher he climbed.
Whatever they turned out to be.
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