Chapter 7: Training in Progress
All of Funis’s understanding of succubi came mostly from those not-so-decent novels. In those, they always appeared as seductive figures who lured and seduced the protagonist, becoming a common fantasy element in such stories.
But at least in Funis’s knowledge, neither she nor any of her former colleagues had ever seen a single living succubus in their lives.
After all, strictly speaking, succubi were a type of lesser demon and their rightful place was Hell.
If a demon could casually show up in the material plane, the most likely explanation would be that a Hellgate somewhere had fallen—an incident grave enough to possibly alarm the Pope himself.
Funis had once secretly fantasize about a fiery, passionate date with a succubus. For a forty-year-old virgin, that was about the extent of her aspirations. No drinking, no gambling, no whoring—was dreaming not allowed either?
Well, great.
Turns out, the living succubus was me.
And what’s worse, I looked super sweet but my body was ultra-trash!
This left Funis worried and terrified about her future...
“The stimulus seems a bit too intense, huh? Should I say, as expected of the most perfect succubus specimen to date?” Even Chescia was slightly surprised by the reaction of the girl beneath her.
She didn’t move again for a while, simply waiting for Funis to slowly recover from her daze.
As her breathing gradually calmed and her back relaxed little by little, Funis finally tasted the sweetness of smooth breathing once more.
The girl panted in short, sharp breaths, her half-opened pale violet eyes misted over, “The most perfect... succubus? What does that... mean?”
“As you can see, I am also a succubus.” Chescia pointed to the black horns hidden beneath her veil. Perhaps to spare Funis’s feelings, she didn’t remove it. “But even I can’t fully resist the whispers of the Whisperers. As the Sequence rises, prophecies and dreams become more frequent, and I hear their voices—clearer and clearer.”
Through tear-blurred vision, Funis thought she saw sorrow on the witch’s face.
She suddenly recalled that Chescia had once said—all witches eventually go mad...
“You mean, I’m the exception?” Funis asked uncertainly.
“The total power of succubi is fixed. Now that they’ve all gone, no longer exist, and you are the last, and also the most complete,” Chescia smiled gently, like one would at a clueless child. Her hands slowly dropped to her sides. “The most enchanting appearance, the most alluring scent, the most resilient mental strength—those vile Whisperers can’t hurt you... and—”
Funis noticed the witch’s cool, silky, slender fingers brushing over her waist and continuing downward like a silent breeze.
“No... don’t...”
Some unpleasant memories resurfaced, and Funis tried to escape from Chescia’s grasp. But the stimulation that had just swept through her body had left her paralyzed and powerless—she couldn’t even straighten her back.
“Why resist? This is the source of joy for a succubus. I can’t help but feel envious and jealous.” Chescia’s jade-like fingertips hovered beside the girl’s leg. She smiled faintly. “The accumulated essence from when they still existed—”
“The most intensely sensitive senses,” she whispered.
The piece was placed, the path gently stroked.
The witch’s hand traced nimbly along the inside of Funis’s pale thigh, a mere teasing touch.
“Uuh♡～!?”
Her mind went blank in an instant, her numbed waist spasming uncontrollably. She tried to push the witch away but collapsed under the repeated waves of stimulation.
Even though it was just her thigh being touched, she lost the ability to think, letting out a series of incoherent moans.
“So strange... no, stop... please...”
After a long time, granted a brief respite, Funis was already drenched in fragrant sweat, her eyes hazy, her little pink tongue sticking out weakly as she cried in a whisper.
“I believe I mentioned that the training started early.” But Chescia didn’t seem inclined to let her go just yet. The red-eyed witch licked her lips, her eyes full of predatory desire. “This won’t do. You need to get more used to this body. You can’t collapse just from a little stimulation...”
“Eh?” It took Funis half a minute to realize her plea had failed.
“Mmnngh♡——!”
What followed was another string of sultry moans that made one blush and heart race.
“You’ll be walking and running with this organ from now on. If you can’t even handle this much, how can you be a proper succubus?”
“I-I never said... I wanted to be a proper—Uuh♡～!?”
Funis’s defiant retort wasn’t even finished before it was pushed back down into her gut.
Her pair of lustrous violet eyes now welled with tears, hollow and dazed. Sweat-dampened silver-white hair clung messily to her cheeks, the doll-like, coldly exquisite crystal girl now brimming with seductive expressions under Chescia’s hands.
Though the goal was to help Funis acclimate, no matter how long Chescia teased and caressed her, the intensity of stimulation never diminished.
The girl could only bite her lip and endure in silence, hoping to end this torment as quickly as possible.
Who knows how long had passed before Funis finally managed to suppress her cries under the pinching and kneading. She stared defiantly at the satisfied-looking witch with a gaze nearly provocative.
“Much faster than I expected. Congratulations, this stage is over.”
Chescia slowly stood up—the entire bed no longer had a single dry spot.
“Vile...” Funis panted and muttered lowly, “You wicked—Ugh!”
But clearly, she wasn’t allowed to finish venting.
Chescia removed her over-the-knee black stockings, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into Funis’s mouth, blocking the string of obscenities about to pour out.
“I never said the training was over. What ended was just the tip of the iceberg.” Chescia tossed a towel into Funis’s arms. “Next is discipline. You’ll need to learn to speak and dress like a lady. Clean yourself up and get changed.”
With her mouth stuffed full, Funis could only let out muffled, garbled sounds. The stockings were wet and carried a greasy sweetness.
Now Funis finally understood what “training” really meant. This wicked witch simply wanted to grind away her former sharpness as a law enforcer and a man—forcing her to yield and submit from the heart.
How utterly degrading!
“Don’t just stand there. Are you planning to stay naked like that forever?” Chescia added coldly.
Funis saw Chescia lay out a dress she had brought earlier—an off-shoulder evening gown made of soft, silky fabric, pure white like snow. The cuffs and hem were adorned with rows of ruffles, and delicate golden embroidery added a touch of regal elegance.
Compared to a flimsy nightgown, a complex and ornate dress like this was a far stronger reminder of her now female identity.
Expect her, a six-foot-two macho man, to wear this?
But Funis soon noticed the various accessories laid out next to the gown—those were the real culprits behind her imminent breakdown and dread—
A lace-cut corset, a pair of lace-up panties, and a flawless pair of pure white over-the-knee stockings.
Over-the-knee stockings? With her constitution that sang water spells with just a touch on the leg?
She’s supposed to wear these? For real?