The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 212 The Succubus's Work Diary

Chapter 212 The Succubus's Work Diary (4k)

As a succubus, Erza has a habit of keeping a work diary.

Because her job is not a one-off event.

'Corrupting the soul' requires a complicated and complete process, which stipulates that the target must complete a betrayal in three aspects—thought, words, and actions.

Betray yourself in thought, sell yourself out in words, and indulge yourself in behavior.

Only in this way will the soul of the target officially become her possession.

This is a long process, and it depends on the other party's will.

Those with noble character often require decades of seduction and planning to achieve their goals.

Some habitually indulgent customers can be led astray in just a few hours.

Sometimes she would send these corrupted souls to bring in new customers, like a brothel, so that while satisfying her sales targets—harvesting souls—she could also extract the essence of those souls.

That was her best supplement.

She was also a high-performing succubus, always providing excellent customer service, sometimes even requiring her to provide pleasure simultaneously.

So much so that they had to record the other person's name and life story in their notes, lest they forget how corrupt they had become.

Her notebooks were once piled up like a mountain, to the point that anyone who opened them would unconsciously exclaim "Beach Mother!"

Now, however, he has lost his clients and his freedom, and has not been able to take new notes for many years.

But if given the chance, she would definitely record everything that happened during those days.

After all, as a succubus, I've encountered far too many targets—righteous and evil, restrained and unrestrained, male and female…

I've never seen one that's firm—

Day 1.

The contract tells me that something unexpected happened to Barbaya.

She must have died, and her soul was made into coins according to the terms of the contract.

I projected my consciousness onto her, attempting to release her soul according to the terms of the contract, so that it could flow into the River Styx in the Nine Hells and be transformed into a newborn demon.

But the coin is in the hands of a man, and I can only complete the contract by seducing him into becoming my slave and ordering him to release his soul—after all, my body cannot break free.

It's not difficult; it's just one more step.

Once he feels sleepy tonight, I will be able to invade his dreams; it's only a matter of time before I achieve this.

【the next day.

I'm not in a position to comment on this man.

Not even a glance is needed.

This guy only needs to close his eyes and feel the smoothness of my skin to immerse himself in the gentle embrace I've created—

I transformed myself into the woman he cared about most, giving him all the joy he needed.

As long as he enjoys it, you can give him hints so that he can easily release his soul in the allure.

I thought I could finish it all that night.

Strangely, although he felt joy, he seemed to take it for granted.

So much so that my charm had no effect on him at all.

In other words, he's already won over this woman, and in a way that's even more extravagant than mine?
Damn it, I failed.

But his soul was delicious, providing lasting nourishment, full of youthful vitality, making up for my hunger caused by imprisonment.

Day 3.

I think yesterday's failure stemmed from his familiarity with that woman.

So he decided to change his image and have an affair.

Wildflowers always smell sweeter than cultivated flowers, let alone a blooming rose.

A hot, sexy Tiffilin, this suits him perfectly; I can tell from last night's probing that he likes it.

Men who prefer sexy types tend to believe that there is no sanctity in relationships between men and women, which means that their character is not noble and they can easily become corrupt.

Perhaps I should give him a long whip to unleash the violence within him.

This is more conducive to corruption.

Yes, I had a lot of fun today.

Day 4.

It failed again? How could that be?

Could my guess be wrong, that he isn't keen on overly violent behavior? But the joy on his lips doesn't seem fake.

But as it turns out, I need to change my image again—

That little girl next to him? Maybe we could give it a try.

This is, after all, a dream, and some immoral behavior might awaken his most primal animalistic instincts.

That will only make him fall into depravity faster, and I need to speed things up.

So that he wouldn't be unable to bear my dreams, like a squashed orange, unable to ooze a single drop of juice, turning into a dry, bitter orange peel.

Day 5.

He is more principled than I imagined.

The moment he realized the age gap, even knowing it was a dream, he could still forcefully suppress his impulses, sitting still like an unpolished stone, refusing to move an inch or be tempted in the slightest...

I admit I underestimated his moral bottom line, but I also found a way to deal with it.

Since it's a dream, the increase or decrease in age is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.

Sure enough, once he realized the change in me, it was as if he had lost his reason to refuse, and he threw himself into my arms, but it only lasted a few minutes...

Day 6.

Is he messing with me? Why did I still fail?!
If I weren't certain that he would lose his memories of the dream once he woke up, I would have thought he was toying with me.

But why is it that even after I've changed so many identities and images, he's still able to remain sober and hasn't given me a single chance to seduce or hint at anything?

Has he never felt even the slightest bit of satisfaction in my embrace?

This is a disgrace to succubi! I refuse to believe it!

Day 7.

I understand now! I finally understand!
He felt happy, yet still not satisfied, because his desires were endless and no image could fill his needs.

Just as some people in this world are passionate about the arch of their feet when they take off their shoes and socks, others are obsessed with a broad, even cumbersome, chest...

And he, he actually knows how to enjoy all the pleasures?

This guy should have been the easiest candidate to fall into depravity, but he knew how to be content, adhering to a strange attitude of 'desiring to have, but not regretting to lose', craving everything, but not demanding everything.

In other words, this man was simply enjoying himself, not fulfilling a need.

He wasn't greedy enough.

This kept him always clear-headed, ensuring he would never be seduced by mere physical beauty...

I failed, I failed completely.

This kind of man is far more difficult to sway than a priest who follows the rules.

Then I'll have to choose a more extreme method—

To free Barbaya's soul, perhaps the only way is to squeeze the orange dry, thus causing her to lose control of the Soul Coin.

I don't want to do this, but I have to fulfill the contract.

We have no choice but to sacrifice this man who tastes good.

His complexion grew increasingly weak; he couldn't hold on much longer.

Day 10.

It's so strange. The continuous work filled the entire eight hours of his dreams from falling asleep to waking up, which was clearly affecting his health.

Often at this moment, a single kiss is enough to break down his defenses, drain his flesh and blood, and steal his soul...

But why is he like a piece of driftwood floating in water?

Even if it looks rotten beyond recognition and can be easily crushed, no matter how hard you crush it at the bottom of the water, it will slowly float to the surface, telling you that it is still alive.

Well, at least his soul is quite delicious, and I don't think he can last long.

Three days is enough time for an orange to shrivel.

The thirteenth day.

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I actually feel tired.

It must be because I haven't worked for too long, and suddenly entering a high-intensity process has caused me to become rusty in my skills. I need to pull myself together and uphold the glory of Succubus.

Day 14: Work. Day 15: Tired, taking a day off.

[Sixteen, Work.]

[Seventeen, Rest.]

[18. Rest.]

【19. Erza, Erza, how can you be so lazy? Are you really willing to be outdone by a human?】
Cheer up, then conquer him, tease him, make him willingly grovel at your hem, kiss your toes, and yearn for your liberation!

[Twenty, Rest...]

What day is it today?
Can not remember.

I'm so tired, but I'll still keep working.

After all, his soul is quite delicious; it's good to treat it as food, or as a continuous source of sustenance.

what?
conquer?

Ha ha.】

"I surrender."

Erza looked around and realized that the man in front of her seemed to be dreaming of heaven.

So he sighed, symbolically changed his posture, and covered his bat-like fleshy wings with layers of pure white and soft feathers.

A long silk dress that covers her delicate body is enough.

Let's add another slit; it'll be more convenient.

She wearily stroked the other person's neck, sliding it towards their chest.

But they weren't focused enough; it was like they were just going through the motions of doing a task or eating a meal.

So much so that he didn't even realize that the target had slowly opened his eyes and was staring straight at him—

Tang Qi had never seen a real angel, nor a real succubus.

But he at least knew that an angel symbolizing purity would not have ram-like horns, bat-like wings, long, sharp nails, nor would he have ram horn tattoos on his chest and abdomen.

The setting sun shone on her snow-white eyes and smooth black hair, and her purplish skin reflected a luster that made her look as smooth and tender as a newborn baby.

He murmured a tender ballad, his hot breath brushing against his ear.

However, the other person's singing lacked emotion, as if they were just going through the motions, and it was a bit off-putting upon closer listening.

But then it dawned on me why, even though I hadn't been making any handicrafts lately, my body still felt like it was depleted:

"Did I run into a succubus?"

What's even harder to accept than this result is that...

"Why don't I have even the slightest memory of it!?"

He felt he had lost more than 100 million.

Tang Qi's exclamation brought Erza, who was engrossed in her official duties, back to her senses.

She knelt on the cloud in front of Tang Qi, raising her snow-white eyes, so white that her expression was unreadable, her eyelids blinking.

"..."

Silence, long silence.

Until he regained consciousness, a cry of surprise echoed through the heavenly realm above the clouds:

"How did you find out!?"

"You're not even acting anymore, can't we tell just by looking at you?"

"how is this possible?"

She looked at herself; her skin was still snow-white, maintaining the holy appearance of an angel.

In her hesitation, she seemed to hear some whispers, like a song sung by many people, soothing and pleasant.

The songs lingered in every corner of the clouds, becoming the heavenly music, inducing drowsiness...

Erza then realized the abrupt change that had occurred in the other person's dream:

"This is a hymn to twilight; are you a follower of Valenne?"

It's often said in the succubus community that it sometimes takes ten years to corrupt a noble soul.

But they preferred to corrupt these people rather than choose the followers of Varenne.

Twilight's loving father brings peace to the world.

When people enter the restful heaven and find a moment of tranquility, the sacred sound can ward them off all evil.

But most of the time, they rely on dreams to suggest things to the soul and lead the other person astray.

Once believers are targeted, the current situation is perfectly normal.

“But you weren’t like that yesterday!” Erza exclaimed in surprise.

"I am not now either."

Tang Qi was also full of doubts.
"You've been around me for a long time—were you following me?"

"I--"

Not only has the plan failed, but now even the opportunity to eat is being taken away.

Erza was a little annoyed and couldn't think of a way to explain it to him, so she simply got up and tried to get out of the dream.

But then she discovered that under Twilight's protection, she felt as if she were imprisoned, and had even lost the means to escape.

Tang Qi grabbed her wrist immediately, forgetting all the pleasant sensations he had just experienced.

He was more worried about his life than about enjoying the pleasure:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Succubi are good at bewitching people, but not at fighting.

They are more accustomed to seducing others and getting their servants to fight for them.

Moreover, this was in Tang Qi's dream, and Erza had no strength to break free from Tang Qi:
"I never intended to harm you. I've even been your lover for so many days. Can't you at least let me go first?"

Tang Qi shook his head and refused:

"Don't give me that. You've been draining my life force. If this continues, I'll die at your hands soon."

"That's an ordinary person! Think about it carefully, are you an ordinary person?"

This just makes her angry. Erza gritted her teeth and couldn't help but retort.
“You’re too healthy to die at my hands, at least I can’t—maybe ten more of me would be able to.”

Tang Qi blinked, realizing that it seemed that [Superhuman Energy] had saved his life:
"Then why are you clinging to me?"

"Can't I just eat you? I get hungry too!"

"that's it?"

"of course."

"How did you find me?"

"It was... a dream." Erza tried her best to remain calm.

Tang Qi frowned and analyzed:

"Succubi usually enter the ethereal plane, passing through walls like ghosts to approach their targets. But you can't be near me, otherwise Dawn and Arthur would definitely be able to sense you."

Therefore, you can only do it through some medium…

"I—" How does he know me so well?

"Thinking about it carefully, you appeared after I set off. Even before the two months, I didn't feel the influence of the dream."

Tang Qi pondered the strange occurrences or items he had acquired during that period.

The only thing he could think of was a coin—

Those are items obtained separately, distinct from the rewards in the logbook:
"Babaia offered the souls of her people through sacrifice."

Succubi also need souls.

So... you're her sect leader?

"I--"

"No, the succubus is too weak and may not be able to give her such great power."

Tang Qi dismissed the idea and decided to try to analyze it further.

Erza, whose secrets had been exposed, couldn't help but shout: