Reborn as A Holy Knight (Remake) Volume 5 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5 – The Succubus Queen

“Yes, yes…. Mister, it’s this way.”

I followed the gatekeeper inside. At the end of a slightly wider but shorter corridor, a door opened into a rather large room.

“I have brought him to you, my queen.”

The gatekeeper said and stood off to the side.

Four women were standing on either side of the room, including the gatekeeper, and a comfortable-looking leather chair was in the center of the room.

There, a petite woman was sitting alone.

“Fumu. Your efforts are acknowledged.”

The woman utters a high-pitched voice, almost matching her appearance.

“Greetings, mighty adventurer! The name is Lyriane, and I am Queen of this Village of Succubi.”

Nevertheless, her tone is like an old high-born woman.

And unlike other Succubi, her bright pink hair was impressive.

Apparently, this hair color is a sign of being a succubus queen.

“It is of my utmost gratitude to be received audience. My name is Alfred, the holy knight.”

“Don’t be so formal. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

“So, what is a holy knight? Aren’t you just an adventurer? Did you come here by chance? Or did you come here for the sake of “that?” And how did you get through the labyrinth?”

No, you ask a lot of questions! Anyway, I explained to her that I was an apostle of Xaneela, the Goddess of Fertility, and I was on a mission to revitalize this world.

I guess this answered the questions she had just asked me in rapid succession.

“A Holy Knight with the blessing of the Goddess of Fertility has come all the way to save the Succubus Tribe? Your kindness is praiseworthy.”

Although she thanked(?) me with her mouth, there seemed to be some mockery mixed in her tone and expression.

As if she wanted to say, “It’s not what we wanted, but thanks anyways.”

“It is true that the number of our succubus births has dropped dramatically. And that if we continue to stand idly, our future may well be doomed.”

“Thankfully, I came here to help you work around on that.”

“Maybe. But for us, it is not too much to say that sex is our life in itself. It is not just about making a baby.”

Isn’t it just a matter of feeling good?

“Do you know why we left the city?”

“Was it because you didn’t get much sex because of the lack of men?”

Lyriane shook her head at my answer.

“Indeed, there were not many men in those days,” she started her speech. ”And it was said that the few men who were left were almost tasked to take as many wives as possible and have as many children as possible.”

“So it is due to the lack of partners after all?”

“But no matter the time or place, there will be men who cannot have relations with women.”

My heart ached. It reminded me that I had not had a woman in my life for 37 years and had died as a virgin in my previous life.

Even if there were few men around here, it doesn’t change the fact that it will be hard to nod my head if asked if I was popular with women in my previous life.

“And no matter how many wives they had, many men will always be looking for a different kind of stimulation. No, it is the mind of a man to always think about procreation, but sometimes he just wants to enjoy the pleasure without thinking about anything else.”

That is also a very likely story. In other words, they expend no efforts finding a partner because they don’t want to take responsibility for the child.

“In any case, the men will increase in number, and when they grow up, there will be more of them for us to mate with. In this premise, the town would at least ensure the survival of the species……. But these were unbearable conditions for us.”

Lyriane’s eyes were downcast, her expression a little gloomy.

I remained silent, and after a few seconds, her eyes again caught mine, deep purple eyes that seemed to melt the darkness of the night.

“O Alfred. Do you know how we succubus came to be considered a part of “humanity?”

“I heard a brief tale of it.”

“Then let me tell you the detailed version of it.”

It all started with a single succubus.

The Succubus tribe, under the command of the Evil Gods, sent a scout to infiltrate the human contingent.

She attacked a soldier in his sleep while his platoon of about 100 men was camping out for the night.

Sexually, of course.

But then, a noise alerted the other soldiers to her presence.

From there, the humiliation began.

The men of the unit took turns raping her.

It was not just one night but every day.

After more than a month of captivity, she was released when the front was at a standstill.

When she returned to her comrades, she reported everything that had been done to her.

“She told our companions that she had always had a rod in her mouth, pussy, and asshole from the beginning. She was being pumped with semen at all hours of the day, and when one was finished, the next would appear. Compared to humans and other “human beings,” we succubuses do not get tired during sex, and our mouths, vaginas, and anuses will never get worn out. We do not lose consciousness as long as we are fucked. So she is just violated day and night, day and night, on and on for days on end.”

I couldn’t help but think that this was a very tragic story.

“Isn’t that… thrilling?”

“What?”

When I looked up, I saw Lyriane with a bewitching smile that did not match her cute appearance.

“When we heard the story, we rushed into the human army without any second thoughts and attacked them in their sleep.”

There, Lyriane cut off her words, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a grin.

“For them to get back at us, of course.”

The next thing I knew, rough breathing and short, muffled gasps reached my ears.

I looked around and saw that the four adult succubus waiting at the side had ecstatic expressions as if they were remembering their glorious days.

Meanwhile, the gatekeeper was kneeling down, rubbing her breasts while reaching between her legs and fingering her crotch.

“It was bliss… we almost thought it’s fine if we die like this.”

But then a slightly disgruntled look appeared on Lyriane’s face.

“But as time went on, the army became more disciplined… then I found myself being asked for formal cooperation.”

“That was unfortunate.”

“Yes. Well-behaved soldiers are so boring.”

“But, oh, it was nice to see a soldier in high spirits after a battle.”

“Oh… yes, I remember… oh…!!”

The war ends up being a victory for the human army due to the heroic efforts of the heroes.

Moreover, the army, which had regained discipline thanks to the succubus tribe, was very successful in the cleanup battle. However, despite their wishes, the dismantling of the army was accelerated by several years.

“At that time, we decided to run a brothel to survive.”

But because they had a taste of those “blissful” events. They could no longer be satisfied by men who just want to play with women or those anticipating a “customer” treatment.

“Sometimes we would get soldiers in the army who would become a bit deranged in the middle, and every time they do that, it would be worthwhile.”

Ah, it must be flashbacks from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) suffered in the war or something like that. I had heard that it happened in my former world as well.

“But after a few times of dealing with them, they would calm down quickly. What a pity…”

Isn’t that amazing? In my former world, people still suffer from the experiences of the Pacific War and Vietnam War, and it is said that it is difficult to completely cure them.

Succubus sex therapy. This shouldn’t be passed by.

“For a while, we endured it for the sake of the survival of the species… however, by the time we realized it, we could no longer be satisfied with sex for the sake of procreation alone.”

“You mean it will only be fine if the sex feels good?”

“Well, in a nutshell, yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

I almost lost strength in my knees.

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