Shaitan is a succubus.

The succubus species' origin is incubus, and draining the target's essence through dreams can be called the succubus's foundation. And Shaitan, as a succubus who started from the bottom, through painstaking effort became able to claim the 4-star title of 'Madam.'

[You see, the succubus species can only absorb essence through the target's dreams. What happens if done directly? The efficiency is very low. Why go through such trouble? Just enter the target's dream, one shot, and come out.]

It was advice from a senior succubus Shaitan's father assigned. She taught Shaitan all debauchery techniques and sex magic a succubus could use, but never did it once in reality.

[Senior, why don't you experience it directly and only do it in dreams?]

[That's because all first real battles are for your master later. Ohoho! Hey, whether man or woman, the first time is important. Even if I'm not the other person's first, if I give my first to the other person, that's different, you know? Look at me. After the Demon King took my virginity, I haven't been passed around anywhere, have I? Ohoho.]

She cackled and told Shaitan about methods to captivate men's hearts. Shaitan truly honed all techniques in dreams, and in dreams at least was a technician rivaling the Demon King.

[This much, you could leave the mountain? Ohoho.]

When Shaitan entered her dream and satisfied her, on the bed she playfully stroked Shaitan's head. The woman with the same purple hair as herself pulled Shaitan tight and advised.

[Don't forget. Your first isn't something to give away cheaply. So make sure to use it on someone worthy. Good sexual compatibility would be nice too. That's why you confirm through dreams, right? Ohoho.]

She was Shaitan's senior, teacher, and mother. Though she's no longer in this world, she was also the benefactor who shaped Shaitan's life philosophy.

"..."

But the life values she'd had until now were being completely shaken. The orc man before her eyes, her master, blatantly revealed lust toward her but never took her.

'I don't know why.'

At first, she thought it was disgust toward the succubus species itself. But the orc was a man who'd fuck even tree roots if there was a hole, and if not for caring about others' eyes, he'd have put the unicorn and dullahan on one bed and fucked both.

Such an incarnation of lust, a lust legion that wouldn't be wrong to call it, why wouldn't the lust legion commander who'd be worthy of immediately offering the name after seeing the Ras Army touch her?

'Maybe I'm not attractive?'

Though not revealing her true feelings, Shaitan was strongly proud of herself.

Though women around the legion commander possessed outstanding beauty, she never thought she fell short. He's an orc who eats first when hungry anyway, so surely he'd try to eat Shaitan?

'Right. He even fucks Gremory, so surely he won't not fuck me.'

But actually, he didn't touch her. He treated Shaitan as if teasing her, and though Shaitan sent signals by kissing his glans directly, the master didn't even glance.

So let's find out the reason directly. Shaitan sat in proper posture beside the master sprawled spreadeagled on the bed. Already on the bed were two elves and one witch embracing him. Each had characteristic colors of white, black, and red, and they immediately noticed Shaitan's approach.

"Master's sleeping."

"Don't wake him... If he wakes now, tomorrow's portion decreases."

"Princess finally feels like spreading her legs? Ohoho."

At the uniformly wary grumpy tones checking her, Shaitan smiled. At the movements protecting the master's lower body with hands, body, and chest, Shaitan thought the master was truly blessed. And she naturally smiled at the sight of seniors establishing discipline.

"Today I plan to access Master's dream."

Shaitan indicated the sleeping master with her eyes.

"Meaning, with my help, you can do it with Master in dreams."

"What can I help with?"

"Oh my..."

"As expected of Princess."

The three immediately changed attitude. Shaitan instantly rose to the dominant position, and the master was completely oblivious to the secret struggle unfolding on the bed.

"First, may I enter first to check?"

The three immediately nodded. Shaitan neatly arranged her flowing hair and firmly held the master's hand.

"Access."

Shaitan's consciousness seeped into the master's dream. The world reversed, and Shaitan opened her eyes in a blink.

"Where is...?"

The master's unconscious world.

It was a jungle of gray high-rise buildings she'd never seen before, and smooth mirrors hard to see even in the Demon King's dungeon reflected Shaitan.

"Huh...?"

Shaitan was like Estu, in business casual attire wearing slacks and a blouse with black hair. Only her sparkling purple eye color proved her identity.

"What is this...?"

"What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice was heard. Shaitan immediately turned her head, and there stood a 'human' man in a button-down shirt and khakis she'd never seen before.

"You'll be late?"

"Um, Ma-Master?"

"Did you go out last night? Why are you talking like that? And I'm not a team lead anymore. Now it's 'manager.' Manager. Hehe."

Even the low laugh was identical. But the skin was clearly different from orc-specific, and needless to say about the physique. The man pointed with his finger at the building entrance and grinned.

"Gotta get to the office, right?"

"Yes..."

Shaitan. Succubus, 74 years old.

In the Wrath Legion commander's dream, she headed to her first day at work.

***

"To our company's continued success and growth, cheers!!"

"Cheers!!!"

The team happy hour starting with cheers and ending with complaints had already reached the third bar. The time had already crossed to the next day, and everyone was wasted out of their minds, but this damn outing showed no sign of ending.

"Haha, back in my day! We'd go until 4 AM, grab breakfast burritos and head straight to the office!"

The director who'd downed who knows how many whiskey-and-cokes was obnoxiously staying until the third bar rambling. The senior manager who should handle the director had gloriously tapped out at the second bar. Though his ability to schmooze was outstanding, drinking to the point of sacrificing his liver, he couldn't overcome the director's sleazy persistence with eyes wandering to young women.

"So I've got high expectations for our two new managers! Hey, this guy's clearly crushing it compared to when he was just a coordinator!! Haha, right?!"

The director wrapped his meaty hand around my shoulder cackling. Didn't this bastard eat buffalo wings at the sports bar earlier and not wash them? Anger naturally boiled, but I calmed it seeing the female employee sitting across from me with a composed face smiling awkwardly.

"Ha, haha. Right. Director, you like loaded nachos, right?"

"Haha, this guy remembers everything! Order it! Two more Jack and Cokes!"

'Even the newbies are enduring, I can't blow up.'

Maybe because the director was making a scene beside her, the usually quiet new hire looked pretty today. Though originally beautiful, maybe because of the alcohol, she looked especially pretty today.

"Here, let me pour one for the VP's daughter!"

"Oh, no. Haha..."

Except that bitch. Short and caked in makeup, using the backing of being the VP's daughter, she acted like she wasn't while treating the director like her subordinate. Unfortunately, the director was riding that VP's coattails, so if I stepped out carelessly, I'd be the one crushed.

"Our Saidan should have a drink too! You killed it today!"

"Not at all."

The employee—Saidan—who'd been blankly staring at the glass in the morning smiled faintly and took the drink. As if having partied hard the night before, she seemed confused like a first-timer for about an hour, but as time passed, her work became so sharp I felt proud.

"Thanks to you, our project could survive. Haha."

"I was just lucky."

"..."

The VP's daughter frowned and grumbled. How many times had I sifted through trash to shred documents one by one because that bitch threw confidential documents in the trash without shredding? Whether senior manager or team lead, "You should've been more careful!" was the daily routine of blaming me, but today was different.

"Haha, good, good! You're lucky, man!"

"Yes."

The director already drunk beyond drunk would get excited and start babbling alone just by moderately responding. Before his war stories from his coordinator days repeated, I briefly slipped out and rushed to the bathroom.

"Phew."

I'd long exceeded my limit, but with the director still here, I was going crazy. I heard last time he had an affair with someone from the gym and got caught by his wife, so today he was definitely trying to hit on the attractive new female employee.

"Fuck..."

But somehow I had no power. I was just a nobody who'd just become manager, and with student loan payments going out monthly, I had no confidence to pay a settlement. Most of all, except for slightly annoying things, the salary was above average compared to others, so I just calmed my anger thinking only of that.

"Haa."

Breathing the cool night air, my head started to clear. Thinking about rent due next week, student loans, car payments—I couldn't help but sober up fast. My wallet was empty except for one credit card and a crumpled twenty-dollar bill for Uber fare that the senior manager had stuffed in my hand after puking three times and getting sent home by the director.

"Ugh, whatever."

It'll work out somehow. I shoved the wallet in my pocket and returned to the bar. In the loud atmosphere, the director—

"Wow, fuck?"

Was sitting with his body pressed to Saidan's side, arm around her shoulders tilting a drink. Saidan was accepting drinks with a stiff face, and the colleague sitting beside was scrolling on her phone with a ditzy expression.

"..."

For some reason, anger surged from inside. I wanted to punch the director in the back of the head right away and report sexual harassment to HR. But what power did I have against the director? Nothing happens if only I get fired, but what did she do wrong?

"Ugh, what to do about this...?"

The bartender also noticed the director's misconduct. I glanced at the security camera beside the bar and started walking, swaying my body pretending to be drunk. Bumping into a guy sitting at the next table, bumping into the support beam, I walked toward our table.

"Haha, so S-Saidan. Saidan? Haha!"

The director cackled alone at something so funny, starting to lower his hand below Saidan's waist. I squeezed my eyes shut and deliberately misstepped walking in zigzags. Just then, the floor was slick with spilled beer from the director's area.

"Whoaa?!"

My shoes slipped, and I fell forward. I just tried to pretend to fall, but unexpectedly slipping more, I went down harder than originally thought.

Grab.

My hand grabbed something that felt like synthetic fiber. The original plan was to just mess this up, but seeing the hand touching Saidan's waist, rage surged.

'Fuck, if you're gonna fire me, fire me.'

I firmly grabbed the hairpiece—the toupee I'd grabbed and yanked.

Riiip!!

"Aaaah!!"

With the sound of something tearing, the director screamed in anger and stood up. But the target of that anger, me, was already diving toward the floor.

Thud!

I fell shoulder-first and closed my eyes. Along with people's yelling, I quietly closed my eyes pretending to faint and squinted.

"..."

Beside the balding director hesitating whether to snatch the toupee from my hand, Saidan was looking at me with a dumbfounded face forcing a laugh. Why, it looked like bat-like wings were visible behind Saidan's back...

[Recording.]

'Wow.'

Did I do it for nothing? I saw the smartphone in Saidan's hand and squeezed my eyes shut. Time to act with all my soul from now.

"Oww."

Before someone called 911, I made groaning sounds and sat up. Thanks to a guy from the next table supporting me, I could easily get up.

"I-I'm sorry. The floor was slippery..."

I checked the item in my hand and bowed presenting it to the director.

"I'm so sorry!"

***

"I'll get fired."

I stood with my back against the wall in the alley beside the 7-Eleven. The director left fuming, the senior manager pretending to be passed out finally got up to scold me then left attending the director, and the team lead who heard the situation returned with a dead expression, paid with the company card, patted my back and left.

"Ah, fuck."

"Master?"

"No, I said I'm not a team lead..."

Touch. I shuddered at the cold sensation touching my cheek. Saidan was holding out chocolate milk to me with her characteristic sparkling purple eyes.

"What?"

"I heard it's good for hangovers."

"I see... Well, I don't even know if I can come to work tomorrow."

"I'm not going anyway."

Saidan removed the employee badge from around her neck. Then crumpled it with one hand and tossed it away.

"Pretty bold?"

"Though it's a dream, I don't find this situation pleasant either."

"...?"

The name's unique and the mind's weird too. I couldn't understand what Saidan was saying at all. Is it because I'm drunk? Definitely because I'm drunk. Otherwise, there's no way she'd discard the badge so easily.

"Master, if you're going to rest, won't you rest there?"

"Ah, I said I'm not a team le—"

What Saidan pointed to beyond the dim alley was a budget hotel with a neon "VACANCY" sign blinking.

"There?"

"Pfft."

Saidan smiled and pulled my wrist. The strength was so strong, I followed as if dragged by Saidan.

"Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh?"

In a blink, I was thrown onto the bed.

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