Queen of the Succubi, Lillian.
Not a goddess worshipped by humans, but a faction of the Demon Race serving the Demon God—Lillian is the leader of the ‘Succubi,’ a race that fights for their place among the demons.
With her irresistible charm and the ability to grant supreme pleasure on a mental level, she has elevated the once minor Succubi race to one of the most respected positions among the Demon Race, earning their unconditional loyalty.
A Succubus who defies her should not exist… and must not exist.
In truth, the Succubi under her command are so addicted to the pleasure she provides that they’ve come to love her deeply.
Lillian herself believed without a shadow of doubt that no Succubus in her care would ever betray her.
She also thought it impossible for any human to resist the pleasure she offered… until now.
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The Queen’s Audience Chamber.
This space prepared for audiences with the Succubus Queen Lillian shares similarities with the typical human castle audience room, yet exudes a distinctly different atmosphere.
Soft pink lighting mingles with an eerie darkness, creating an air of seduction. At its center stands a woman of limitless beauty, yet undeniably dangerous allure.
Her flowing lavender hair, languid yet elegant pink eyes, and features no artist could dare capture—she’s a sensual being embodying unparalleled allure, even among the famously beautiful Succubi.
As she looks down at Marianne, one of her loyal Succubi bowing before her, a faint smile graces her lips as she speaks.
“…Ain asked me to wait a little longer?”
“Yes, my queen.”
“…”
Lillian ponders Marianne’s words.
‘…That’s strange. I thought Ain would rush to me at the slightest word…’
Already completely under her control, Ain should have rushed to her without hesitation. Yet, he didn’t.
Just yesterday, he was gazing at her with love-struck eyes, craving affection and pleasure. Why would he suddenly restrain himself and ask her to wait?
For Lillian, this situation felt unnatural.
‘And today of all days…’
Today was the day Lillian planned to fully and eternally make Ain hers.
After “collecting” the Warrior, she had slowly tamed him, drawing him deeper into her influence.
But now, he dared to delay without her permission? Perhaps another lesson was in order.
‘Training again, perhaps? How dare this puppy command his master to wait.’
Though Lillian briefly considered retraining Ain, she shook her head.
‘No, it’s fine. Today is special, and there’s no reason to delay further.’
Besides, if Ain wanted to prepare something, perhaps it was worth forgiving him.
Lillian reminisces about the first time they met.
It was raining that day.
– “…Why are you standing here in the rain? Are you alright?”
– …
At the time, Ain had lost his party members to other Warriors.
There isn’t just one Warrior; the goddess worshipped by humans grants several individuals the title through divine revelations.
These chosen ones are tasked with driving the Demon Race from this land and bringing prosperity to humanity.
Despite their potential and divine blessings, Ain stood out among the current group of Warriors as particularly unfortunate.
To put it bluntly, he lacked luck.
Less talented than the others, his achievements were often stolen or unrecognized due to bad timing.
Born a commoner, he lacked political connections and support outside the Holy Kingdom, leaving him marginalized despite his title.
His constant misfortune led to numerous scandals, earning him the nickname “The Unlucky Warrior” and making him a laughingstock.
Eventually, his frustrated party members abandoned him.
That’s when Lillian deliberately approached him.
– Wha… Who are you?
– Call me Lillian. But tell me, are you alright?
– …I, I…
The expression of a discarded puppy that day remains vivid in her memory.
Especially adorable was the fear in his eyes, dreading abandonment once more.
So she decided to take him under her wing.
– It’s okay.
– Ah…
While subtly embedding pleasure into his mind, she marked her presence onto his soul.
A perfect opportunity to collect a Warrior—why would she pass it up?
– It’s not your fault.
– …Sniff, sniff…
With a mix of coercion and comfort, he quickly succumbed.
And thus, he ended up here. He wouldn’t leave her now.
Or rather, if he did, he’d have nowhere else to go.
‘Aah, poor Ain.’
She genuinely pitied him as she waited for his arrival.
It was fine. Once he became one with her, he’d no longer need to feel sorrow, sleeping forever in eternal happiness.
Thinking this, she addressed Marianne.
“Alright, Marianne. Wait until Ain finishes preparing, then bring him to me.”
“…Yes, my queen.”
Marianne retreated after speaking.
…
How much time had passed?
No one came—not Marianne, not Ain.
‘What on earth is going on?’
Lillian finally sensed something was wrong.
Even accounting for delays, why hadn’t they arrived?
Rising from her throne, she headed toward Ain’s room, firmly deciding to give them a proper “lesson.”
Arriving at Ain’s door…
“…Marianne.”
“…”
Marianne stood blankly in front of Ain’s door. Only after being called did she turn to face Lillian.
“…My queen.”
“What are you doing? I clearly instructed you to bring Ain once he finished preparing.”
“Yes, I’m waiting.”
Her mechanical response raised Lillian’s suspicions.
Something was off about Marianne—her vacant gaze, monotone voice, and puppet-like demeanor.
Realizing this, Lillian stiffened her expression.
“…Marianne, who is your master right now?”
“…”
“Answer me.”
“…M-my…”
Creeak, creeak.
Like a poorly oiled machine, Marianne twisted her neck in odd directions while trembling.
“M-my m-master i-is…”
“…”
“A-Ai-n-sa-mma…”
Watching this only hardened Lillian’s usually gentle expression.
“No, your master is me, Marianne.”
Hhhhhmmmm.
Lillian’s eyes gleamed dangerously. Marianne’s eyes turned pink upon meeting her gaze.
“So, you’ve fallen under some powerful mental domination. I didn’t expect Ain to possess such skills. I almost fell for it myself.”
Could it be that his previous infatuation with her was all an act? No, he was definitely under her control until yesterday.
Had her charm faded somehow? How?
But that didn’t matter now. First, she needed to break Marianne’s control…
Bang!
Interrupting her thoughts, a small magical explosion sent Lillian stumbling backward.
Thud.
Marianne collapsed like a broken marionette.
But Lillian had no time to care about such trifles. She muttered absently.
“…The mental domination won’t lift?”
How?
How could someone cast a mental domination spell so powerful that even she couldn’t undo it?
As the Queen of Succubi, Lillian could interfere with minds far better than any mere magic or ability.
Yet she couldn’t remove the control over Marianne.
She couldn’t comprehend the situation. Did Ain suddenly gain such immense power over mental domination?
‘…Wait, if that’s true, then Ain…’
The moment this thought crossed her mind, she pushed past Marianne and flung open Ain’s door.
Squeak!
“…”
The room was empty.
Lillian murmured in disbelief.
“…He escaped?”
From me?
…How?
…Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Endless questions swirled in her mind.
‘After giving him so much pleasure, after caring for him so much, how dare he escape me?’
She had viewed him like an abandoned puppy, finding him cute and endearing. Never did she expect Ain to stab her in the back and flee.
“…My queen?”
Someone called out to Lillian, who had been staring blankly at the empty room.
A random Succubus passing by. But Lillian paid her no heed.
“W-what’s happening? Why is Marianne…”
“…Find him.”
“…Pardon?”
Startled, the Succubus looked up at Lillian.
Her usual kind and gentle queen appeared completely different now.
Her wide-open eyes radiated terrifying obsession and possessiveness, causing involuntary shivers.
Still, the Succubus managed to ask, trembling,
“F-find… what?”
“…Warrior Ain.”
“N-nn?”
“Bring him to me. Immediately.”
Spoken with an eerily calm yet wide-eyed expression, Lillian’s beauty now seemed terrifying.
Shaking uncontrollably, the Succubus responded.
“Yes! Yes, understood!”
Hurrying away, the Succubus spread the queen’s command throughout the stronghold.
The moment Ain gained a stalker who would never let him go.
