Is It Strange for a Succubus to Wear Clothes?

Chapter 0: The Succubus Empress Takes Out a Suit 0

Succubus.

A demonic race with sensual figures and stunning appearances, known for seducing humans to siphon their energy and sustain their own lives.

They’re quite famous in subcultures, including comics and novels.

They’re often depicted as lewd and provocative characters.

Wherever they appear, they frequently take on the role of the fanservice character, exuding charm.

In MMORPGs, it’s harder to find a game without a succubus than one with one, making them a well-known concept.

No, I should call them a race, not just characters.

Well, whatever.

Succubus.

What man wouldn’t like them?

I hear even women like them, though I’m not so sure about that.

Anyway, I am one of those succubi.

I never imagined I’d become a succubus in my lifetime.

To put it briefly, I got caught up in a rift that wrecked Earth, and I was dropped into a bizarre world I’d never seen before.

It was only then that I became a succubus.

Becoming a succubus was already a bewildering and frustrating event, but that world was so brutal and dark that I often thought dying would’ve been better.

I even wished I had the combat-hardened body of an orc instead of being a frail succubus.

A succubus might sound like a beautiful race, or at least manageable since they have human-like forms.

But this cursed race survives by consuming life energy.

And that led to… far too many troublesome situations.

If I’d been an ordinary succubus, I could have hidden my physical traits and blended into human society.

In fact, many succubi lived their entire lives undetected, mingling in society or working in the entertainment industry.

But for me, that wasn’t an option.

A man turned into a succubus’s body?

No.

I wasn’t just any succubus.

I was a Succubus Empress.

Not a Succubus Queen—an Empress.

An Empress, as in a sovereign ruler.

Yes, like the Empress from tarot cards.

Empress, Queen, Monarch—they all mean the same thing.

Typically, the highest rank among succubi, a demonic race, is the Succubus Queen.

But I was given the title of Empress.

Why?

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

That’s all.

I’ll explain the details later when the opportunity arises.

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

Especially since Earth had turned into a world with rifts or gates opening, monsters pouring out, and awakened humans appearing.

Even so, Earth was far better than the world I’d been in.

So I decided to keep living.

Anyway, I’m a succubus.

And not just any succubus, but one titled the Empress—a succubus among succubi.

But I was starkly different from a typical succubus.

I hated anything lewd, revealing, or sexual.

For clothes, I wore a full suit that covered both my upper and lower body.

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

My face also had to be covered.

If ordinary people so much as looked at my face, they’d be ensnared by an involuntary charm and have their life force drained.

Masks were too stifling and bad for the skin.

It was also difficult to speak while wearing a mask.

The way moisture gathered and made your lips clammy was incredibly irritating.

So, I chose a veil that covered only the lower half of my face and mouth.

Something like the translucent veils worn by brides at weddings or Arabian dancers.

It worked quite well.

It allowed me to feel the breeze and breathe freely, while also preventing people from seeing my face directly and falling under my charm.

Of course, this cursed body of the Succubus Empress didn’t need direct exposure to seduce humans.

Even the faint outline of my slender figure, hands, voice, and the hazy silhouette visible through the veil was enough to enthrall them.

Still, seduction was only useful when I intended it.

The moment I stepped outside… there were too many unwelcome incidents.

Men would demand my phone number, or some sleazy middle-aged guy would suddenly link arms with me, suggesting we hang out.

It was utterly exasperating.

I admit my face and body are beautiful, but this is way overboard.

Wearing a suit that covered me from head to toe was the only way I could even manage a quick trip to the convenience store.

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

Even suits are getting boring at this point.