Is It Strange For A Succubus To Be Wearing Clothes?

Chapter 1

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“Succubi.

A demonic species possessing voluptuous figures and beautiful appearances, they seduced humans and stole their vital essence, using it to sustain their own lives.

They were quite famous in subcultures, including manga and novels.

As lewd and erotic characters, that is.

Wherever they appeared, they were highly likely to become the characters responsible for fanservice and sex appeal, and in MMORPGs, it was harder to find games *without* succubi than with them.  So, they were quite the well-known characters.

No, I should say species, not characters.

Well, whatever.

Succubi.

It would be impossible for a man not to like them, right?

I’ve heard women like them too, but I’m not so sure about that.

Anyway, I was a succubus.

Of course, I never thought I’d become one.

To summarize, I got caught in a rift that ruined Earth and was thrown into a bizarre world I’d never seen before, and that’s how I became a succubus.

Becoming a succubus was frustrating and bewildering enough, but that world was so utterly bleak and dark that I rolled around in misery, wishing I were dead.

I would have preferred the body of an orc, specialized for combat, rather than that of a frail succubus.

Just hearing the word “succubus,” one might think it’s a beautiful species, or at least okay since they’re humanoid, but this damned succubus species uses vital essence as its life force.

And because of that… there were many difficult situations.

If I were just an ordinary succubus, I could have hidden my physical characteristics and blended into human society.

In fact, a considerable number of succubi mingled in the red-light districts or within the cracks of human society, never getting caught their entire lives.

But that wasn’t possible for me.

Because a guy who used to be a man turned into a succubus?

No.

It was because I wasn’t an ordinary succubus, but a Succubus Empress.

Not a Succubus Queen, but an Empress.

The Empress.

Yes, the same Empress that appears in tarot cards.

Empress, Empress, Empress.

That’s what they called me. Generally, the highest rank of the succubus demon species ended with Succubus Queen, but I had the title of Empress.

Why?

A lot happened, and somehow, it just turned out that way.

The end.

I think there will be a chance to explain this story later.

Anyway, returning to Earth in this state was troublesome in many ways…

Earth, too, had become a world where monsters poured out and Awakened individuals appeared due to rifts or gates, but Earth was still much better than that other world.

I just had to live, I guess.

Anyway, I was a succubus, even bearing the title of Empress, the succubus of all succubi, but I was distinctly different from typical succubi.

I hated lewd things, exposure, and sex.

My clothes were always a suit, top and bottom, with no exposure.

I hated showing my ankles or legs, so long socks were a must.

I also had to cover my face.

Ordinary people would be forcibly charmed and have their life force drained just by looking at my face.

Wearing a mask was too stuffy and bad for my skin.

Talking while wearing a mask was also difficult.

How annoying was it to have a damp and humid mouth?

So, I chose a veil that only slightly revealed my lower face and mouth.

A translucent veil, like the kind worn by brides at weddings or Arabian dancers.

It was quite nice.

I could feel the cool breeze and the air, and people couldn’t see my face directly, so they weren’t charmed.

Of course, even without direct exposure, this cursed demonic empress’s slender figure, hands, voice, and the faint silhouette visible through the veil were enough to seduce humans.

However, seduction was only useful when I intended it.

All the time…from the moment I left the house, there were many thuggish men who asked for my number or suddenly linked arms with me, asking me to go out with them.

So many embarrassing things happened too often.

I acknowledged that this face and body were beautiful, but it was quite excessive.

I had to wrap myself up tightly in a suit just to go to the convenience store in front of my house.

“…Sigh. What suit should I wear today?”

Even suits were getting tiresome now.”

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