In the dimly lit church, a woman sat there—poised, dignified, and perfectly composed.
She wore a vivid crimson gown that drew the eye instantly. Her exquisitely sculpted features looked as though they had been carved by a master artisan—beautiful to the point of being unreal. Long wine-red hair flowed like silk down her back, her skin pale as jade, delicate as freshly fallen snow. Her full, voluptuous figure traced flawless curves—lush, generous, impossible to ignore. One glance was enough to make it difficult to look away.
But what truly made Kurose Akira's breath hitch was this—
Her face bore a striking resemblance to Ivsha.
Yet unlike Ivsha's warmth and playful allure, this woman carried an added air of aloofness and aristocratic coldness, as though nothing in this world was worthy of her attention.
Gulp.
Akira swallowed hard.
When had she appeared?
Had she been here the whole time?
Then… everything he and Ivsha had just done—
Had she seen it all?
And more importantly—
Why hadn't he noticed her presence at all?
Just who was this woman?
Akira flicked his gaze aside and instinctively opened her status panel.
[Idice (Mythic)]Level: ? (? / ?)Race: SuccubusStrength: ? / Agility: ? / Magic: ? / Endurance: ?Growth: 15 (Gain +15 to all attributes per level)
Skills: (Expand)
Traits:[Sin of Pride][Sin of Lust][Rose Curse]
"Succubus…?!"
Akira's pupils constricted violently.
His thoughts exploded like a cavalry charge tearing through his mind.
Not just a succubus—
A Mythic-rarity succubus?!
Hiss—
Who was she?
Why was she here?
And what kind of relationship did she have with Ivsha?
The oppressive tension thickened the air, freezing it solid. For a long moment, Akira couldn't even force out a single word.
He could only stare at her with those deep black eyes, afraid that one wrong move might trigger some incomprehensible, catastrophic plot branch.
The woman gazed back at him calmly.
Her dark crimson eyes shimmered faintly in the gloom.
Akira found himself staring, entranced.
Those eyes…
They were just like Ivsha's.
No—
They were identical.
If her hair color were changed, if she wore a nun's habit, he might genuinely mistake one for the other.
"You…"
Several minutes passed before Akira finally managed to squeeze out a single word.
But before he could continue—
A faint crimson aura quietly spread through the surrounding space.
Moments later, Akira felt as though his entire world had been frozen.
Sight.Sound.Touch.
All sensation came to a complete halt.
Only the woman moved.
She rose gracefully and began walking toward him.
With each step she took closer, an intoxicating fragrance flooded his senses, invading his nostrils with overwhelming intensity.
It was so rich, so suffocatingly sweet, that it threatened to drive him mad.
Combined with her peerless beauty—
Akira was certain.
Unless someone's orientation was fundamentally broken, no living being could resist her allure.
Silently, she stopped in front of him.
Her crimson lips parted slightly, and her cool, elegant voice flowed out like silk.
"Am I really that beautiful?"
"…Not bad."
Akira rubbed his nose.
He hadn't expected that to be her first line—but he wasn't lying. She was, without question, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Toppling kingdoms. Enchanting all living beings.
Those clichés existed for her sake.
"Is that so?"
She cast him a sidelong glance, her red lips parting as she exhaled a breath of scented air.
Before Akira could react, his body leaned toward her against his will.
But—
A violent surge of danger screamed through his mind.
He forcefully steadied himself and stumbled backward, breaking free.
"Oh?"
Her brows twitched faintly.
She hadn't expected anyone in this world to resist her charm magic.
That was… rare.
Was it because of Ivsha?
The surprise vanished almost instantly, replaced by an icy, mountain-like composure.
"Young man," she said coolly,"Can I entrust Ivsha to you?"
"Of course."
Akira answered without hesitation.
Yet his mind churned with confusion.
What exactly was her relationship with Ivsha?
Sisters?
Or something else entirely?
"I hope you remember what you just said."
A flash of frost flickered in her gaze.
With that, she turned to leave.
Before departing, she lifted a finger and flicked it lightly.
A strand of dark crimson magic surged straight into Akira's nostrils.
"…What was that?"
Akira frowned, unsure what she had done.
Then a system notification appeared.
[You have obtained a strand of Pure Lust Magic. Your body has undergone subtle changes…]
"Pure Lust Magic…?"
Akira's eyes gleamed.
Was this a blessing?
Or some form of inheritance?
Before he could process it, the woman's figure dissolved into the pitch-black night, vanishing without a trace.
"Wait! Who are you, really?!"
He shouted after her.
No reply came.
Only that lingering fragrance remained in his breath.
Who… was she?
Akira felt an instinctive sense of danger emanating from her.
If they ever became enemies—
He knew with certainty.
She would toy with him effortlessly.
"Kurose Akira-san? Is something wrong?"
Ivsha returned to the church at that moment.
"It's nothing," Akira shook his head, then asked, "Ivsha… do you have a sister?"
"A sister?" Ivsha tilted her head, smiling."No. Akira-san, have you forgotten? I'm an orphan taken in by the church. How could I have sisters?"
"…Right."
Akira nodded slowly.
Yet the image of that wine-red-haired woman refused to leave his mind.
Before he could dwell further, Ivsha suddenly pounced on him.
"Alright~ Akira-san~ The sisters' evening prayers will be ending soon. Before that~ let's hurry and perform a beautiful ritual of life together~"
"Wait, Ivsha—my mind is still on—"
"I~ can't~ wait~ anymore~"
(What follows is a lengthy scene involving the punishment of a succubus. For brevity, approximately fifty thousand words are omitted…)
High atop the church roof, Idice stood beneath the moonlight, her expression cold as she gazed down at everything happening inside.
Walls meant nothing to her.
Every movement.Every breath.Every tremor—
All of it was perfectly clear.
She watched Ivsha draw power from her succubus bloodline, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.
"Tedious instinct."
She murmured softly, clearly unimpressed by the urges born of blood.
"Master."
A voice spoke behind her.
It was Sister Moran.
"Is everything prepared?" Idice asked calmly, her eyes never leaving the scene below.
"Yes. Everything is in place," Moran replied.
"Good."
Idice lifted a finger, letting a thread of magic descend onto Moran's head.
"Thank you for the master's blessing!"
Moran immediately knelt, her voice filled with reverence.
Idice's tone turned cold.
"Remember this well. You are to protect this secret—even if it costs you your life."
"…Understood."