Chapter 4

“You… you are alive,” mumbled the girl I had just fucked. Her words confused me even more than her sudden tears right after we finished.

She bit me and drank my blood but didn't take enough to kill me. I doubted I would even feel worse. It was hard to see, but even if it was painful, I had the impression the wounds were really shallow.

“I’m fine,” I said gently.

“But I…” she trailed off, looking to the side. Her gaze snapped back to me. “How?” she asked, her voice full of disbelief.

“You bit me too shallowly for it to do any serious harm,” I guessed.

Her cheeks blushed, and she looked down between her feet.

“No… that… I got too excited… I’m sorry.”

There was a moment of silence. I’d had experience with only one woman before, but I was sure that biting and drinking blood wasn't normal, even if someone got really excited. However, she wasn't a normal woman.

She raised her head, her gaze traveling along my body. It stopped for a moment at my cock but quickly followed higher until it focused on my face.

“What are you?” she asked, breaking the silence.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her tail. “I could ask the same.”

She grabbed her tail and curled it under herself, as if trying to hide its existence from me. A frown appeared on her face, and a hint of nervousness flickered in her pink eyes, her expression a mix of worry and sadness.

“You don't know what I am?”

I shook my head. She glanced to the side, as tears welled up in her pink eyes again.

Seeing how distressed she looked, all I wanted was to help her.

“Can you tell me what you are?” I asked, trying to sound calm and friendly.

“You first.”

“I’m a human.”

“But… that’s impossible.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Why would that be?”

The girl flustered and averted her gaze to the side. She bit her lower lip and chewed on it, pondering over something, while I imagined those lips wrapped around my cock. That was a perfect reason not to leave her in this cave—there were so many things I could do with her if only she got horny again.

She wiped her tears and focused back on me.

“I’m… a succubus…” she murmured quietly.

I had never been interested in demons or fantasy books, and I didn’t know if the stories from my world held any truth here. That didn’t explain everything, but it gave me some basic ideas. She was a sex demon who drained the souls of men during sex.

I should have panicked. I should have been terrified—after all, she could have sucked out my soul. But instead, I felt amazing. Honestly, I felt better than I had in years.

“Something must not have worked, because I feel amazing,” I said.

Her gaze swept over my body once more. “There’s something special about you,” she murmured.

“You just didn't drain anything from me,” I stated. “Except blood,” I added, frustration clear in my voice.

She shook her head. “I did. I… can't control it.”

“Then maybe it’s not harmful to me?”

“That’s impossible,” she only replied.

I sighed, unsure what to do with her. She didn't seem like a danger to me. Actually, she looked like a small, lost girl. However, she could be really useful. Sex with her was amazing, but she could also help me find my way in this world. It was a pity that Gemma didn't show up to explain things to me.

Perhaps she did in the letter. I turned around, but before I had a chance to take a single step, the demon girl stopped me.

“Where are you going?” she asked quietly.

“For the envelope,” I answered and headed to pick it up from the ground. I glanced back at the demoness. She sat in place but was observing me carefully. It was dark in the cave, so I decided to go outside to read the letter.

I stepped out into a forest, the air crisp and untouched by the presence of people or technology. Dense trees surrounded me, their towering trunks creating a canopy that let only dappled sunlight through. Behind me was a small cliff, no more than a few meters high, with a cave opening carved into its face—the place I had just emerged from. Ahead, the forest floor was blanketed in moss and leaves, with two narrow paths branching off, one to the left, the other running straight ahead. To the right, a patch of grass offered a clear spot.

I made my way to the grassy area and sat down, pulling a single sheet of paper from the envelope. Unfolding it carefully, I noticed the handwriting—it was elegant and deliberate, but the note was brief.

Welcome, Tobias,

Everything has gone according to plan. You have a young, healthy, and athletic body. Your class is a Sex Mage, as I promised. I will contact you soon to provide information about your first job. For now, make use of your class, have fun, and get to know this world. To get to know your class and skills, close your eyes and focus on “Status”. That should help.

Gemma

P.S. In the cave, you will find a welcome present. I hope you will like her and make good use of her.

I read the letter twice, staring at the words and losing myself in thought. I had hoped… for more explanations. At least the end confirmed that the demoness in the cave wasn't an accident, and I probably didn’t need to fear her. Gemma wouldn’t leave me here just to die.

Unless I was supposed to be a meal for the succubus. Would Gemma really bring someone from another world just for that? It seemed unlikely, and besides, it was already done, and I was still alive. I had to trust that Gemma knew the succubus wouldn’t kill me.

Gemma didn't even inform me how much time I had until she would give me a job, and until then, I had to manage somehow in this new world. She hadn’t left me anything—not even clothes.

I glanced toward the cave. The demon’s head quickly disappeared into the entrance.

Sighing, I put the letter to the side and closed my eyes. “Status,” I murmured, trying to focus on it.

Letters appeared in front of me, visible even when I had my eyes closed. I opened them quickly, and the text was still there—slightly transparent but easy to read. The letters were white with a thin black outline, making them visible against any background. They hovered in my vision, obstructing it slightly, but not enough to block out the world around me. I closed my eyes again; it was easier to focus on the status that way.

Name: Tobias Nerton
Age: 55
Race: Human
Classes:
Sex Mage Level 1
Mage Level 1

Stats:
Health: 50/50
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 6
Endurance: 9
Vitality: 9
Charisma: 10
Luck: 3
Arcane Power: 4
Mana: 814/1000

Sex Mage Skills:
Increased Endurance Level 1
Increased Regeneration Level 1
Increased Charm Level 1
Fertility Control Level 1
Achievement System Level 1

Mage Skills:
Mana Control Level 1

The very beginning confused me. Fifty-five years old? That wasn’t right—I was thirty-six. I wasn't sure why there was a mistake in the status, but it didn't occupy my mind for long, because there were more important and exciting things further down.

I had a class—actually, two classes. The Sex Mage class was part of the deal with Gemma, but she didn't mention the Mage class. I wasn't going to complain about an additional class.

There were also stats, though they didn’t explain much. I could guess the purpose of some of them. Arcane Power seemed a bit cryptic, but perhaps it related to the strength of my skills. The three points in Luck, however, worried me. Did that mean I was destined for bad luck in the future? I’d definitely need to ask Gemma about it.

I also didn't know if my stat values were high or not. They didn't seem like high values, but I had no idea what high values actually were. Perhaps I could ask the demoness what the standard values were at the first level.

Then there was a list of skills, of which I could only see names, but they seemed to fit my Sex Mage class and should help me seduce women.

Increased Endurance could be about sex, but it could also be about a stat increase. Increased Regeneration could be about many things, and without further explanation, it was hard to even tell what it was exactly doing. Would I regenerate my health faster? Mana? With this being an ability from the Sex Mage class, it could mean regenerating after an orgasm, which could come in handy.

Increased Charm should help me seduce women, but I wondered how effective it would be.

Fertility Control meant no need for condoms—a convenience I’d never actually relied on in the past. Fiona had been on the pill when we were young, and later, she’d gotten an IUD. She never wanted kids, and in the early years, I thought I felt the same. But over time, I started to wonder if having children might actually be something I’d want.

In this world, the possibility was back. Certainly not right now, though. First, I needed to explore my powers and fuck a lot of women before I even started to consider things like that.

I wasn't sure what to think about the Achievement System. Could it even be useful? What achievements were there? I would need to wait to actually get some; then maybe I would know more.

And then, the last skill—the only one that came from the Mage class—Mana Control. I was curious why I got six skills from Sex Mage and only one from Mage. Perhaps the second one was a weak class that wouldn’t offer much.

Mana Control didn’t explain a lot, and I wasn't sure how to actually use it or what it should do.

I opened my eyes. The status only brought more questions, to which I didn't have any answers. A movement on my right brought my attention toward the cave. The demoness stood in front of it, her head lowered, but her eyes stared at me tentatively. Her tail was wrapped around her stomach, and she was still naked.

In the daylight, I could see her pale body more clearly. She was slender yet feminine, with a sexy hourglass figure—her hips noticeably wider than her narrow waist. Her breasts were modest but perfectly shaped, with small pink nipples surrounded by delicate areolas. Her body looked malnourished, her skin streaked with dirt that made it appear darker than it truly was. Her light gray hair, tangled and unkempt, hinted at its true color—pure white, hidden beneath layers of grime. She desperately needed food, care, and a good bath.

Her behavior was confusing. At first, she was scared. Then she changed into a little horny demon. Then she cried after we had sex, and now she was behaving shyly but still seemed curious. And all of that in a span of half an hour.

She was emotionally unstable, but whatever her mental state, one thing was clear—she was a stunning sex demon. And that was exactly why I came to this world—to sleep with women like her.

I couldn’t help but grin, a surge of pride washing over me. The first step toward realizing my goal in this world felt incredible. On my very first day, I had seduced and fucked a succubus. Now, it was time to conquer the rest of this world.