**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 122: No Steve
“H-huuuh?” Steve’s expression changed the moment he was hit by Beatrice’s [Daze] Skill. The hard look of an experienced, vicious warrior transformed into that of a deeply confused, drunken fool.
All eight spears fell on the ground around Steve, and his Shield of Dignity dug into the earth under its own weight as Steve barely kept it upright.
The [Daze] Skill would last a whole twenty seconds, but Beatrice only needed two. With Steve’s shield barely protecting his legs and abdomen, Beatrice had countless angles to finish him off.
*I wonder how many experience points I’ll gain from this?* Beatrice wondered as she closed in on her first kill of the day.
“H-huh-AARGH!?” Beatrice screamed and covered her eyes from the blinding light that engulfed Steve and repelled the succubus. Everything was white even with her eyes closed shut. Along with the light and the strange repelling force that threw her back, a high-pitched sound assaulted Beatrice’s ears. Like a one-note signal from a TV that was cranked up to eleven.
Beatrice fell on her butt, disoriented and blind from the light that suddenly assaulted her retinas at point-blank range. But before Beatrice could think of what to do, the sound that blasted Beatrice’s ears suddenly stopped and the forest fell quiet, though Beatrice’s ears still ringed in the aftereffect. And although Beatrice was still blind, seeing nothing but huge bright light bulbs, she felt that no more light emanated in front of her.
Slow, light footsteps informed Beatrice that someone was approaching her from behind. Beatrice tried to get up to her feet and face whoever was approaching, but her attempt was far too slow and clumsy to have a chance at protecting herself from any possible enemy and she ended up falling back on her butt, not only blind but also dizzy.
“He’s gone,” Beatrice heard Ember’s voice.
“What was that bright light?” Beatrice asked, still seeing nothing but white bulbs and blurred-out shadows. “Did he run away?”
“No, that was some sort of a teleportation spell,” Ember said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t rush in sooner,” Beatrice said.
“Was I mistaken in thinking that you wanted to test your abilities?”
“Of course not! But it was close…”
“I had a spell already on the move at one point, but you got it under control,” Ember said and crouched opposite of Beatrice. Then Beatrice felt Ember’s hands on her face and her bodyguard said, “Open your eyes.”
“I-I already tried, but I still see nothing but white,” Beatrice said but opened her eyes again. The result was the same—a barely visible shadow that was supposed to be Ember’s face, obscured by huge bright white bulbs.
“You’ll be fine,” Ember said. “The damage is not permanent. You should have some of your sight back within ten minutes.”
*That’s a relief,* Beatrice thought and then realized, “Wait, how did he use any spells at all? He was done for!”
“That means that he wasn’t the one who used the spell,” Ember said. “The Purple Capes have powerful people among them. If you made the mistake of thinking that Steve was the most that they have to offer, you might want to reconsider your plan of taking on Belmot’s entire forces.”
“N-no… It’s fine,” Beatrice said and sighed. “I just need more training… How’s that fox girl?”
“Still out cold.”
“And how are the other two?”
“Oh? I think this is the perfect opportunity to be rid of them both.”
“Ember!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll go take a look,” Ember said without much enthusiasm as if she was asked to babysit two annoying, spoiled children. She slowly got up and added, “But if they’re that weak, there’s not much point in keeping them with us.”
“Olivia did fine one against them all,” Beatrice said.
“She acted foolishly,” Ember insisted.
“Yes,” Beatrice agreed. “But right now, my power level is similar to theirs.”
“That will change quickly,” Ember said. “You’re already faster and stronger than yesterday. Those losers won’t keep up with your growth.”
“Even so, they’re important to me,” Beatrice said. “Go.”
“I don’t see why, if that’s your wish…” Ember’s voice trailed off as she probably went to check on Tabitha and Olivia. Beatrice still could not see well enough to be sure.
Beatrice sighed, disappointed in her performance, as well as the fact that a possibly huge chunk of combat experience just escaped her. Beatrice had several reasons to keep Tabitha and Olivia around. The only reason she wasn’t ready to mention was that one of them was likely a becoming mother of her future child.
## 123: Captain Flavna
“Ghah!” Steve gasped as he fell on all fours against the hard, cold floor. He was no longer in the forest, but he was still naked. The spell successfully moved him away from danger. Steve was in a large, but poorly illuminated room. The only light came through several narrow windows in the thick exterior wall.
The last thing Steve recalled was the deformed half-naked whore charging at him, casting another spell on him. A few seconds later, the light engulfed him. But the teleporting spell was not his. And even if Steve did possess the magic abilities to master such a spell, he would not have been able to do anything under the debilitating effects of the spell that was cast on him by the deformed whore.
Steve looked up and saw his savior—sitting at a long but simple wooden table, enjoying her dinner. Even with the standard armor and shoulder pads that all Purple Capes wore, her small figure and narrow shoulders were obvious. Her black hair was done in a ponytail that reached just to her nape, except for the three thick bangs of black hair that fell across her thin face, nearly reaching the tip of her nose. With plenty of eyeliner, dark eyeshadow, and black lipstick the girl looked like some rebellious teenager. And yet, this skinny nineteen-year-old had the mark of a captain.
The captain had a large plate in front of her. And on that plate was unmistakably a well-cooked, humanoid lower leg, that the captain was eating without utensils.
“C-captain Flavna!” Steve kneeled, keeping his head low.
“You had twelve people to bring me a couple of foxkin,” the girl spoke. “How did you end up needing saving?”
“S-she was more powerful than we anticipated,” Steve tried to explain his failure. “She killed three of my men in an instant!”
“My men, not yours,” captain Flavna corrected Steve. “But you lost eight of my men, not three. Who killed the other five?”
“We ran into a… A strange group,” Steve murmured and looked away.
“Is that right? ‘A strange group’?” Flavna asked as she looked at Steve with utter disgust.
Flavna dropped the leg that she ate and disappeared from Steve’s sight. The next moment she reappeared in front of Steve – as if she had teleported – and front kicked Steve across his face, sending him flying up. She then threw a spinning kick into Steve’s stomach that popped like a gunshot and sent Steve flying back against the wall, smashing into the stone with a greater force than with which he incapacitated Tabitha and Olivia in his fight.
Steve fell face-down, naked on the cold floor, with a giant bruise on his back. His entire body trembled as he tried to raise his body even a couple of inches off the floor, but he started coughing up blood before he could even raise his head to look at Flavna.
“You lost eight men!” Flavna screamed. “You failed your mission! You brought shame to the uniform you wore! And you can’t even do a proper report!?”
“You shouldn’t scream like that,” a man spoke up from the other side of the room. He stood between the windows, obscured by the created shadows. Much taller than captain Flavna, he was not currently wearing his standard-issue armor. He was clearly muscular, but not over-buff muscle-bound like Steve. Rather, he looked strong and agile. With spiky dark blue hair that flowed back, except for a couple of short strands that fell across his dark blue eyes. Like Flavna, he also had a captain’s mark on his chest. Gamesh, the only man of equal ranking to Flavna among Belmot’s entire forces. He was utterly calm and composed, with his arms crossed, and simply added, “It makes your face wrinkly. And it also makes it seem like you’re not in control.”
“C-control?” Flavna asked and brushed away her three long bangs that fell across her eyes. “This little piece of shit was two seconds away from being on his knees, naked, face in the mud, ass to the sky, getting rammed like a common whore! He let some random group of nobodies and a fucking fox make an utter fool of him! Of us!”
Flavna swung her thin leg again across Steve’s jaw, sending blood and several teeth flying through the air.
“All our reputation that I’ve built over the years! All our power!” Flavna shouted at Steve, unable to control her rage as she stomped on Steve’s head and pressed it against the stone floor. “It’s bad enough that you’re a disgrace! You made the Purple Capes look like a joke!”
“They were weaklings anyway,” the blue-haired captain shrugged.
“Not you too!” Flavna shouted, seemingly exasperated as she took her leg off Steve’s head. She then took a few steps toward Gamesh and said, “Our power comes from our reputation. Our reputation depends on the strength, effectiveness, and ruthlessness of my soldiers. The King is getting increasingly difficult to predict. The murder princess just added another charred body to my list of things to take care of! Meanwhile, Belmot is even more useless than usual!”
“*Lord*,” Gamesh mumbled as he visibly shook his head and looked to the side, reminding Flavna of the skipped honorific.
“He hasn’t been deserving of that title for over half a decade,” Flavna said with disdain. “But if the other nobles start getting ideas…”
“Aren’t you angry just because he didn’t bring the fox girl for you to cook?” Gamesh asked.
“I deserve something for all I’m dealing with!” Flavna shouted in frustration at Gamesh, but then looked away and took deep breaths to calm down. She then walked over to Steve and with a swift kick to his kidney flipped him over.
Flavna then stepped on Steve’s chest, leaned against her knee, grinding her heel into his chest, making his ribs creak, and said, “Start from the beginning. Don’t leave any details out.”
“Or do,” Gamesh said and revealed a menacing grin. “I’ve been looking for new test subjects.”
## 124: Physical Exam
“Bad news,” Ember said when she returned to Beatrice from the inspection of the wounded. “Olivia might live, though she’ll be an utterly useless cripple for the foreseeable future. And Tabitha has massive internal bleeding and will probably die within the hour.”
“What!?” the half-blind succubus struggled to her feet the moment she heard the terrible news.
However, unlike the distraught succubus, Ember did not seem all that concerned. She said ‘bad news’ but nothing in her tone indicated any worry or even a hint of sadness for the situation of her party members.
“Help me get to Tabitha first!” Beatrice told her uncaring bodyguard.
“Sure thing,” Ember said and put her arm around Beatrice’s waist. Despite showing zero care for the well-being of Beatrice’s new toys, Ember had no intention of hindering the future Saviour. Though that did not stop her from trying to convince Beatrice of the futility of her actions, while slowly guiding the succubus toward her fallen friends.
“There isn’t much we can do for them now,” Ember said as she and Beatrice slowly walked in tandem. “Tabitha will die in pain and Olivia will eventually starve. No one will waste their time on a cripple.”
“Don’t you have any healing spells or items?” Beatrice asked her uncaring bodyguard.
“Sadly, healing is not something I have any talent in,” Ember said, again without sadness.
*Shit!* Beatrice cursed, thinking what to do.
“Here we are,” Ember said and stopped with Beatrice next to Tabitha who was lying on the ground.
Beatrice fell on her knees next to Tabitha and tried to perform an examination as best she could. Beatrice knew human anatomy better than most in her field. This would have been easy if she had any equipment from her past world or if—at the very least—she wasn’t half-blind. As it was, Beatrice was forced to rely on nothing more than her sense of touch, as well as her ears that were blasted just a couple of minutes ago.
“Tch,” Beatrice realized how awkward and difficult it was performing palpation with her long fingernails. She moved her fingers slowly, applying varying degrees of pressure. She did not dare to move Tabitha. Within the first thirty seconds, it was obvious that she had several broken bones in just her left arm. And judging by the force with which Steve threw Tabitha around, a broken spine was likely.
Beatrice found an artery on Tabitha’s neck and measured her pulse. While she did that she heard the obviously abnormal breathing.
“Pulse is through the roof,” Beatrice said grimly.
Second by second, inch by inch, Beatrice reluctantly confirmed Ember’s grim prognosis.
“How far are we away from the city?” Beatrice asked while she continued her exam, momentarily forgetting that they were in the capital, just a very strange one, that had a gigantic forest within its walls for some reason. “I mean… Actual civilization. A doctor or healer or something?”
“At least another three hours,” Ember answered. “And that’s without carrying wounded. Obviously bringing someone here would be too late.”
*Of course,* Beatrice gave up on any outside help and instead applied pressure on Tabitha’s upper left abdomen.
“Tender,” Beatrice mumbled to herself, despairing even more.
“M-my G-g… Goddess… It… W-was…” Tabitha mumbled barely audibly between her short breaths before succumbing to another wave of violent coughing.
“Shut up, you fool!” Beatrice snapped, nearly in tears. Even with her vision foggy and still obstructed by dimming white lights, Beatrice could see that Tabitha was coughing up bubbly blood.
“The lungs,” Beatrice said and moved her examination to Tabitha’s ribs. There was bruising and swelling all over.
*Fuuuuck!* Beatrice despaired internally and fell back. Her mouth was dry. The succubus forcibly filled her mouth with saliva, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath.
“Broken bones, dislocated shoulder, ruptured spleen, broken ribs, punctured lung,” Beatrice listed off what she found just in a couple of minutes of a surface-level physical examination.
“The best thing we can do for them now is put them out of their misery,” Ember suggested. “A mercy killing.”
“SHUT UP!” Beatrice screamed at Ember, flatly refusing the barbaric solution. Instead, she turned to her own Skills for a solution.
*I still have two points to spend!* Beatrice thought as she went through the list of potential Combat Craft Skills in her mind’s eye. But she could not find what she was looking for. Neither could she find it in the Mischief Craft. As for Eros Craft…
*[Fast(er) Recovery] really is the only healing Skill I can get?* Beatrice despaired. *We’re not talking about a little post-intercourse exhaustion here! Her internal organs are on the verge of shutting down!!*
With nothing better to offer, Beatrice gently put her hand between Tabitha’s breasts, barely touching the bruised area, and cast the rejuvenating Skill.
Beatrice remained completely still for a couple of seconds, holding her breath while she listened to Tabitha’s labored breathing.
*Nothing!* Beatrice lowered her head, realizing her Skill had no effect. The answer to “why?” was obvious.
**Skill Name: Fast(er) Recovery**
Rank: D
Type: Eros Craft / Active
Cost: 10 Stamina
Cooldown: 2 Minutes
Description: Despite the marvelous, otherworldly orgasms, sex with a succubus can be taxing for mortals. This skill heals succubus’s sexual partners from their post-sex exhaustion, restoring a portion of the target’s Health Points and Stamina Points. The target and the succubus must have had sexual intercourse for this skill to be usable.
Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.
Cannot be used on the same target more than once per hour.
**Minimum Requirements:**
Character level: 6
*‘Must have had’! Be more specific!!!* Beatrice wanted to scream at the nebulous system. Beatrice needed to have sex with the person she wanted to heal. But apparently, this also meant that she needed to have sex right before using this Skill.
“Fuck!” Beatrice cursed and brought up her Skill Enhancement tab and searched for [Fast(er) Recovery].
**Skill Enhancement: Fast(er) Recovery (+1)**
Rank: *C*
Type: Eros Craft / Active
Cost: 30 Stamina
Cooldown: 2 Minutes
Description: Despite the marvelous, otherworldly orgasms, sex with a succubus can be taxing for mortals. This skill heals succubus’s sexual partners from their post-sex exhaustion, restoring 20% of the target’s maximum Health Points, 20% of the target’s maximum Stamina Points, removing debuffs and status effects of Rank C or lower. The target and the succubus must have had sexual intercourse for this skill to be usable.
Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.
Cannot be used on the same target more than once per hour.
**Minimum Requirements:**
Character level: 12
Skill Points in Eros Craft: 12
Beatrice jumped to her Skill Point Tab to confirm her Skill Point distribution.
**Skill Points**
Total Skill Points 23
Unused Skill Points 2
Skill Points in Combat Craft 5
Skill Points in Mischief Craft 4
Skill Points in Eros Craft 12
A glance at her information tab confirmed what Beatrice already knew.
**Information**
**Name** Beatrice
**Age** 18
**Class** Succubus
**Level** 11 (14%)
*I really have no other choice, do I?* Beatrice thought, understanding what needed to be done, and acquired the enhancement for her [Fast(er) Recovery] Skill.
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