[Ivsa Favorability +5!][Ivsa has developed special feelings toward you…][She regards you as her master and longs for you to grant her sustenance…]
"Hm?"
Kurose Akira was momentarily puzzled by the sudden system notifications. As he was still lost in thought, a voice—seductive yet tinged with shy hesitation—brushed against his ear.
"R-really…!?"
"Uh…"
Kurose Akira's affirmative response seemed to give Ivsa the courage she needed.
"That's wonderful~ With Mr. Kurose Akira saying that, I feel at ease now~ Sister Carrie once told me that nuns of the church, as servants of the Lord of Light, may only show kindness and devotion to the world."
She walked lightly toward him. Because of her lack of regular exercise, there was a faint softness at her lower abdomen—but it did nothing to detract from her beauty. On the contrary, it made her appear fuller, more mature, and even more enticing.
Kurose Akira was just about to remind Ivsa that she hadn't put her nun's habit back on.
But in the brief moment of his distraction, Ivsa was already standing right in front of him.
Her slender fingers gently pressed against his lips. Her clear eyes shimmered with a faint pink glow as they locked onto his, as though some invisible force were weaving through their gazes, transmitting subtle emotions back and forth.
"But Sister Carrie also said that in front of the one you love most, you may freely reveal the side of yourself you never show to others. And you~ Mr. Kurose Akira~"
"Could you be so kind as to indulge this little woman's greed… and grant me a bit of what a succubus longs for…"
Haa~
"Life mana, perhaps~"
"My master~"
Sss—
That bewitching voice lingered around Kurose Akira's ears. The extreme allure, mixed with an intoxicating fragrance, churned wildly through his consciousness.
At this moment, Ivsa had completely discarded the façade of a nun, returning to her truest form.
A succubus.
A being said to feed on the life mana of the opposite sex—ordinary people had absolutely no resistance before them.
Even if this was "just a game," Kurose Akira found it impossible to resist a succubus's temptation. He was captured effortlessly by Ivsa.
He allowed her cool fingertips to trace lightly across his skin.
It felt as though he were slowly turning into Ivsa's food.
His only act of resistance was reaching out and grabbing her tail—an action that seemed to become his final, stubborn fixation.
"Eek~"
The instant her tail was seized—
It was as though Ivsa's weakness had been struck.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her snow-white skin flushed with a beautiful peach-pink hue.
Ivsa hadn't expected Kurose Akira to have such a preference. That tail was directly tied to the organ where a succubus stored magic—like grabbing a butterfly by its wings.
A succubus whose tail was caught might start to behave… strangely.
But she had no intention of stopping.
This was a crucial moment for her—as a succubus, on the verge of "graduation."
"Do you like a succubus's tail that much?"
Ivsa smiled alluringly. Her tail gently wrapped around Kurose Akira's wrist like a soft ribbon. The heart-shaped tip glimmered with pale pink light as wisps of magic quietly leaked out.
"Wait… Ivsa…"
Kurose Akira's willpower collapsed instantly.
Not even a shred of resistance.
Succubus charm magic was just too terrifying!
It hadn't even been activated, yet it was enough to make someone willingly fall.
Only his right hand, tightly gripping Ivsa's tail, remained as his final show of defiance.
A succubus's tail… the texture's actually pretty great~
"Don't worry, my master~ I won't ask for too much~ Just a little, just a little will be enough~"
Ivsa smiled seductively and slowly leaned down…
(What follows is a feeding scene involving a succubus.)
...
Sunset City.
Inside a study, a golden-haired female knight sat at her desk, handling the ever-growing pile of matters concerning the city.
Her name was Loshia—a member of the Yellman Knight Family of Sunset City, and a righteous law-enforcing knight whose duty was to maintain order within the city.
However, recent events had left her restless and plagued by insomnia.
"Loshia, at this hour you should be getting some proper rest."
A middle-aged man with graying hair stepped into the study and spoke to her with concern.
"Thank you for worrying about me, Uncle Mero. Once I finish handling these matters, I'll rest," Loshia replied calmly, her sapphire-blue eyes never leaving the case files in her hands.
"The rampage of magical beasts isn't something a single knightly family can solve on its own. You don't need to shoulder all this responsibility," Mero continued.
"But this turmoil was ultimately caused by our family's mistake," Loshia sighed softly, a trace of worry flashing through her eyes. "As the heir of the Yellman family, I can't simply absolve myself of blame."
"That wasn't your fault. No one could have predicted that our family would fall into such decline in just ten short years. If your parents were still alive, perhaps things would be different. Unfortunately…" Mero let out a bitter sigh, lost in memories of the past.
"What's done is done. We can't change the past," Loshia said quietly, her brows knitting as her breath stirred softly. "All we can do now is make amends. As long as I can become the next Oathbound Knight, everything can still be salvaged!"
Her eyes burned with determination. She swore to become the next Oathbound Knight and receive the sacred Oath Rite of the White Rose.
"Loshia, as your uncle, I have great faith in your talent," Mero said approvingly. "You're the most gifted knight since your aunt. I believe that in this year's Oathbound Knight selection, you will undoubtedly emerge victorious and become the Yellman family's new Oathbound Knight!"
"Mm."
Loshia smiled faintly, though her heart was heavy with worry.
After all, there were many exceptionally talented young knights in Sunset City. Although the Yellman family was once the strongest knightly house in the city, the loss of multiple core members during a single mission had plunged the entire family into decline.
Even the family's only Oathbound Knight—Loshia's aunt—had perished during that mission.
"Knight Loshia, you have a letter!"
Suddenly—
A knight from the family called out from the doorway, holding an envelope bearing the Yellman family crest.
"Who is it from?"
"There's no signature."
"Bring it in."
The knight handed the letter to Loshia. The moment she took it, her expression turned grave.
"A letter from the family? But why is there no signature?" Mero asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, but judging by the dirt on the envelope, it seems this letter was delayed for quite some time," Loshia said, deducing from the grime clinging to its surface that it was long overdue.
Yet the crest decorating the envelope gave her an odd feeling.
She examined it closely and realized that while it resembled her family's current emblem, there were subtle differences in the details—older, more intricate.
It looked like…
The version from ten years ago?
"It was probably forgotten at a relay station. If it were important, it wouldn't have been left behind," Mero said, reaching out. "I'll throw it away for you."
"No need to trouble yourself, Uncle."
Loshia tossed the letter into the trash without much thought.
Seeing this, Mero said nothing more.
"Make sure you rest early," he said, before turning and leaving the study.
But after Mero left, Loshia picked the letter back up, gently opening it.
When she read its contents, her sapphire-blue eyes trembled, a look of disbelief surfacing instantly.
"This is… Aunt's letter?"