Ignoring her latter words, Sasaki felt a sense of relief.
Well...as long as she wasn't a ghoul or a parasitic creature or something, things were manageable.
After all, he didn't want his life's 'hot-blooded' daily routine to turn into a grotesque survival game.
If she truly was a succubus, although still dangerous, it wouldn't drastically alter his life.
At least, it wouldn't severely affect the girls around him.
As for her remark about his 'scent,' it likely meant his vitality was much stronger than ordinary humans.
While Sasaki was inclined to believe her, he needed concrete proof as he had never encountered a succubus before.
"If you're a succubus, then your true form shouldn't look like a student, right? Can you prove it?"
"Prove it?"
Hearing his words, the little girl felt into thought, then looked around, then placed a soft finger on her chin, stuck out her pink, rabbit-like tongue, and spoke mischievously:
"Although I don't mind, isn't transforming here a bit much? Making a classmate wear a revealing cosplay, you pervy old brother?"
"Or should I call you 'onii-chan' while you whip me? Such a pervert~"
'Damn, am I really that perverted?'
Feeling a surge of warmth at her teasing, Sasaki exhaled softly and avoided her bait.
"So, how will you prove you're a succubus?"
Caught off guard, Sutora Iga blinked playfully, tapping her soft lips with a delicate finger.
"Why should I go through the trouble to prove it? You're the one making assumptions~"
"Trouble?"
Sasaki chuckled and stepped closer, casting a shadow over her petite frame, making her instinctively want to step back.
But his hand on her small, soft shoulder held her in place.
"Even if I don't understand succubi, I know humans well. The hardest task for any being is 'hunting,' right?"
"Being hungry is unpleasant, so you wouldn't come to me if you weren't."
"Even humans know to please their food before eating for a better experience.
Wouldn't a succubus prefer cooperative prey?"
"Humph~"
Without denying Sasaki's words, the girl, looking adorably up at him, displayed a mischievous smirk, as if she had outsmarted her prey.
"You know I'm a succubus and still dare to get close. Should I call you brave or ignorant?"
Unperturbed by her attempt to intimidate, Sasaki lifted his hand from her shoulder and cupped her soft, smooth face, pressing down her upturned lips.
"If you were a ghoul, I'd stay away. But you're a succubus."
"If you could charm me, you'd have done it already.
There would have been absolutely no need for this conversation.
After all, I don't worry about chickens singing before I eat them."
Though her only non-human trait seemed to be her slightly scary eyes and those pointed ears made his confidence waver a bit.
But what if she was just a middle schooler with a vivid imagination?
Seeing his persistence, Sutora Iga sighed.
While her magic was low and she couldn't fully transform, showing her succubus mark was still manageable.
After all, the mark never faded, regardless of magic levels.
And thus, with a delicate, almost theatrical motion, Sutora Iga lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her legs and a faintly glowing pink mark just below her navel.
From his height, Sasaki couldn't see clearly.
So, he crouched to get a better view of the intricate, faintly glowing mark, resembling a stylized plant.
The mark, centered around a rounded 'inverted triangle,' had delicate patterns extending like vines and symmetrical wings, resembling leaves.
The detailed design, though different in some aspects, confirmed to him that it was genuine.
"This is real...not a tattoo..."
Crouching and observing the faint glow, Sasaki was convinced of her non-human nature.
"Don't you want to touch it? You seem curious~"
Though new to hunting, her instincts told her to satisfy her prey's curiosity to ensure a smooth feeding process.
Shaking his head, Sasaki, though curious, knew there was no time to waste.
Well...scientific exploration could wait.
"There will be time for that later. It's lunchtime, isn't it?"
Unfazed, Sutora Iga observed him curiously.
"Exactly. Since it's lunchtime, what are you planning to do?"
As she spoke, her golden eyes radiated pure innocence, undulating like ripples on water, paired with raised eyebrows and a rosy blush on her cheeks.
This, coupled with the tiny pink teardrop mole, created an intoxicating allure that struck directly at the heart, leaving Sasaki's mind blank.
Following the emptiness was a vivid, ink-like thought painted across his mind—possess her completely, make her a part of himself!
Taking a deep breath and blinking forcefully, Sasaki pressed a hand against his wildly thumping heart, feeling as if it might burst:
"If it were anyone else, they might have turned into a puppet by now."
Blinking her alluring, watery eyes, the novice hunter Sutora Iga didn't understand his comment but was simply thrilled at the prospect of her upcoming meal.
As a succubus born from plants, she wasn't entirely dependent on human 'yang energy' to survive.
She could also extract magic power from human food, though this only provided enough to keep her alive and was not enough to generate magic power to cast spells.
Thus, absorbing 'sexual energy' from human males to use magic had always been her goal.
However, the men she had encountered thus far smelled terrible.
While succubi were generally not picky eaters, Sutora was not a pure succubus from the demon realm and so, she was more selective.
So, rather than endure the stench, she sought something at least tolerable.
The idea of consuming putrid food was revolting, even if it was necessary for survival.
After blending into human society and obtaining the identity of a high school student with the little magic power she had at birth, she had been searching for suitable prey among her classmates.
After some searching she found that younger males had less offensive odors compared to adults.
She searched for a long time and was about to move to a new hunting ground when a man with an incredibly appealing scent joined her class.
His fragrance was the best she had ever encountered—compared to the sewage-like stench of others, he was like a delicious, crispy roasted chicken.
Just smelling him made her mouth water.
Determined to make this prized prey hers, Sutora Iga displayed the patience of a seasoned hunter, even though she had no experience.
Well..actually, she didn't know what to do because, unlike her distant relatives, she wasn't born with an innate knowledge of hunting.
And because she lacked the necessary magic power to charm the target, she had to rely on her wits.
As she pondered her strategy, she noticed that her prized prey had been 'tasted' by someone else.
Although her senses told her that the quality and essence of her target remained intact, it also made clear that she needed to act quickly before someone else claimed him.
Driven by urgency, Sutora Iga tracked down her target.
Fortunately, fate seemed to favor her and her 'roast chicken' hadn't escaped yet.
However, during their subsequent conversation, her "prey" did not exhibit any fear or apprehension upon hearing her true identity.
But this did not surprise or bother
Sutora Iga in the slightest.
After all, based on the descriptions given by humans about her kind, it seemed that human males were quite attracted to succubi.
They truly were fools, being so pleased to be treated as food.
Disregarding the strange comments from her prey, Iga Sutora tugged on his sleeve and pointed toward the deserted equipment building.
Knowing that time was short and they needed to finish before Momo returned, Sasaki didn't waste any more time.
After all, the succubus he had longed for in his previous life was now right in front of him, and she was practically begging to be eaten up.
No more daydreaming—it was time for action!
With that thought, Sasaki crouched down and extended his left arm, bent at a ninety-degree angle, to let her sit on it.
Then he walked back into the equipment building they had just left.
"We need to be quick~ Someone will come looking for me soon, so let's finish this fast!"
"While I won't kill you, let's see if you can stay conscious throughout, human!"
In her inherited memories, there was no record of a succubus losing to a human.
She couldn't imagine that any succubus who experienced such disgrace would even live to tell the tale.
As she teased Sasaki, Sutora Iga like a kitten, continued to nuzzle his head with her soft, fragrant face.
'So fragrant, so fragrant, so fragrant~'
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