Though the game’s heroine remained elusive, Maur accidentally caught a Succubus who’d sneaked out of the Demon Realm, hoping to infiltrate a human academy.

Imperial Grace Academy. Maur’s private lounge.

Maur lounged in a plush armchair, legs crossed, chin resting on his palm as he looked down impatiently at the sobbing Succubus crumpled before him.

“It was really found! Waaah… I’m just a helpless little Succubus who can’t do anything but tempt lecherous humans, that’s all!”

“The admission letter? I genuinely found it in the forest where I descended!”

The captured Succubus was Belotti. By her own account, she was merely an ordinary, powerless Succubus from the Demon Realm. Her seduction skills were so poor she couldn’t survive there—so she slipped quietly into the Human Realm, hoping to scrape by.

“My sister was once summoned here. She said human essence is *delicious*… especially academy students. Their essence quality? Far beyond ordinary humans.”

Starving and dizzy, the pitiful Succubus locked her gaze on Maur.

“Just like you… brimming with such tempting magical scent…”

She licked her lips, eyes gleaming with longing.

“Waaah… Even if I’m useless, my figure’s decent by human standards, right?”

She puffed her chest, swaying her ample curves deliberately.

“Everyone says humans adore this shape. Do *you* like it? If you do… could you spare me just a taste of your…"

Crawling toward him like a puppy, she twisted her body into a seductive S-curve, letting out soft, teasing moans.

“Ah~ Lord Maur… if you’d only grant me your essence… you can do *anything* to me, okay?”

*Smack!*

Lilith had seen enough. With a sharp tap of her sword sheath, she sent the crawling Succubus tumbling back.

Mavis, who’d somehow been watching from the sidelines, burst into laughter. “Oh my~ What a clumsy seduction. Only a total fool would fall for *that*.” Her teasing eyes flicked to Maur. “Don’t you agree, Maur~?”

Maur shot her a glare. “You’re way too free! And why the hell are *you* here? This is *my* private lounge!”

Ever since the changing room incident at House Decora, Maur had tasked Daina with investigating Mavis. She’d uncovered the truth: Mavis was a Swamp Behemoth—a rare, immensely powerful monster from the Endless Mire beneath the Transverse Great Mountains. Genderless until their first mating season, they shifted form based on their chosen partner. Cursed by the gods: long-lived, immune to all magic below Level 4, yet magically barren and reproductively desperate. Once in heat, they’d drag their chosen breeder deep underground… and mate relentlessly until death.

*Damn it!* If the young master of the Fred family guarding the border was a Swamp Behemoth… was the whole clan monstrous? And the Empress clearly knew.

“Why stare so hard, Maur?” Mavis smiled sweetly. “Want to visit the Duke’s manor with me? I’d *love* that.”

Maur bristled instantly. “Like hell! Stay away from me!”

Magic-immune. His natural counter. And *he* was almost certainly her chosen breeder.

He remembered House Decora: tentacles everywhere, forced climaxes, strange liquid hidden in coils… *on and on…*

T-Terrifying!

*Never* be alone with her. *Never!*

“Waaah… Nooo… Such delicious essence right here… and I can’t taste it? Nooo, waaah!”

The Succubus’s sobs snapped Maur from his panic.

*Pathetic.* A useless thing like her could never be the heroine.

“Fine. Go.” He waved dismissively.

Succubi weren’t extermination targets. Nobles summoned them privately; mages admired them. Even the Church of Light ignored this one. Too weak. No threat. He’d only brought her here to question her.

Yet as he led her away, he’d heard whispers:

“Lord Maur did what we couldn’t! So cool!”

“Hehe… Succubus… changing room…”

“I wish I could summon one… but what if I get drained?”

“Truly legendary!”

Then Lilith and Mavis barged in.

“Out! All of you—*now*!” Maur shooed them brusquely.

All that fuss… for nothing.

*Annoying.* The heroine *had* to be among the new students. He’d have to act during the Initiate Festival.

As he stewed, he noticed Mavis and Lilith still lingering by the door.

Mavis blinked innocently. “Next is Miss Evelyn’s Spirit Language class. Join us? Skip again, and the fairy teacher might turn you into a rabbit… lock you in a cage for everyone to admire.”

“Hehe.” She giggled. “Actually… that sounds fun. A helpless little rabbit-Maur…”

*T-Tentacles!* She was *definitely* imagining something horrifying!

Lilith frowned, then spoke quietly. “Maur… didn’t you fail Spirit Language last semester?”

She’d heard failing the fairy teacher’s class meant… *special tutoring*… in a dark room.