Ahko has returned to the Yotain Village, followed by Martha. Before that, she thought she still had her human features, but Martha quickly corrected her. She then realized that she had been looking like a succubus. Her cloak is also gone because that was made with dark mist, she's actually naked ever since she evolved into a succubus, yet she didn't feel like she was naked. She didn't acknowledge that she's already naked when she takes care of the man-eaters. She didn't even feel cold at all, as if she felt natural this way. Probably because of the succubus evolution thing, she lost her common sense and embarrassment. She wanted to ask Yue, but it's a waste of time to go back to the cave and go back here.
She was pondering for a moment on how she was going to go to the village while looking like an absolute slut. Then she remembered she had her succubus abilities. It doesn't matter what she looks like because the whole village will be charmed by her passive ability. So she took Martha with her, but it took a couple of hours to get there, since her weak body isn't used to walking for a long time. Martha offered that if she wanted help, she could use her vines to carry her, and with Martha's superior speed, she could reach the village faster.
But Ahko's pride wouldn't let her, a week ago she was kicking her ass with no problem, and it was the stronger Martha with more abilities, and now she's a lot weaker than the current Martha. She rejects Martha's offer and continues walking, and here she is. Right before she stepped into the gates, she gave a big smile, knowing the villages would be charmed by her [Irresistible Aura]. She know they wouldn't reject her request, or called her out for being a slut. They will be admired by her beauty. Unless if there are C rank and above humans who can resist her [Irresistible Aura]. She would be fine.
The moment she stepped into the gates, the villagers stopped their doings and darted their eyes towards her, even those who didn't pay attention to her arrival immediately sense something beautiful stepped into their land and they immediately find the source of that. They all captivated by her beauty, her elegance, her confidence, everything of her is perfect. They even called those who were in the houses to admire this goddess together. Even the village chief and the guards couldn't resist her.
Their eyes lit up brighter than when they got their missing people back. Everyone quickly gathered around her as she slowly but gracefully walked into the middle of the village, whilst Martha followed her. The villagers didn't even notice Martha, all they cared about was Ahko's beauty. She was already looking and felt like a goddess the first time she stepped into the village, but looking at her purest form, no clothes to cover her up, no abilities to disguise herself. This is her purest form, and they can't help but keep admiring her.
Her face had an ethereal beauty to it, it's smooth, glossy, delicate, and very magical. The already attracted villagers, who were only captivated by her aura the moment they saw her gorgeous face, immediately flattered, some coughed because she was too beautiful to take all that in their heads. Some wanted to look away but couldn't, some didn't want to, they wanted to see her more. Her skin was pale and flawless, smooth like a polished porcelain, with a faint and unknown warmth that kept her from seeming cold or lifeless. Her features were balanced and elegant, with high cheekbones, a soft jawline, and a small, gentle chin that gave her a noble look.
Her eyes were striking. Deep crimson with a faint glow, they held something super magical that made it impossible for the villagers to look away. They shimmered faintly, as if tiny sparks burned inside them. Nobody can look away from the moment they saw her eyes. And when she made eye contact with someone, it felt like they were hypnotized. Their eyes still light up, but there's a hint of hollow in them. The moment she looks away, they jolt and rub their eyes like they were in a dream. Her long, dark lashes framed those eyes perfectly, casting soft shadows whenever she blinked. Each time she blinked, it felt like light sparkles coming out of her eyes. Her eyebrows were thin and curved naturally. Her nose was small and slender, giving her face a refined profile, graceful from every angle. Her lips are full and carry a slightly hard, rosy color, no wrinkles, not dry but not very wet either. They curved into a small, wicked smile, confident, teasing, like she will always get what she wants with no problem. One look at those lips and they start drooling, they keep imagining how it feels tasting those plump lips.
Her hair was a river of light silver that reached all the way to her waist. It shone with hints of blue and white, as if it had caught pieces of the light blue sky. Each strand seemed weightless, flowing like water with every step she took. It was also the perfect time for the weather to get windy. When the wind touched it, it rippled softly, shining like liquid metal. She didn't need to brush a few locks behind her ear, the wind already did it for her, revealing two black horns on her head that rose from beneath the curtain of silver hair like pieces of obsidian. They curved backward slightly, elegant, deliberate. Their surface gleamed faintly under the sunlight, reflecting just enough to suggest a polished hardness. Each horn tapered to a fine, dangerous point, yet their smooth flow and symmetry gave them an almost regal beauty. They framed her head perfectly, blending with the shadows in her hair.
She held her neck high confidently. Her neck was long and smooth, with a gentle curve that made her look elegant. She doesn't need to turn her head. Why would she? All these people are tools for her. But when she did, the sunlight slid softly over her skin, revealing the fine lines of her collarbones beneath. Her shoulders were slender and well-shaped, not too broad, but strong enough to give her posture confidence. Her arms were long and graceful. Every time she takes a step, they flow smoothly like butter, they move lightly and fluidly, almost like a dancer's. Every motion she made seemed natural and precise, as if her body always knew how to draw attention without trying. Even though the succubus abilities she received don't say anything about making her a natural at getting attention, it seems like it's an unwritten ability, just like when she doesn't realize that she's naked or embarrassed about it. Her hands were delicate, with long fingers and black, sharp nails that gleamed faintly, beautiful, stunning, but they left a harsh tone that she could pierce your body in a single attack. She was also holding the Dagger of Mischief in her right hand in case something happened.
Even the most perverted villagers can't help but look at her face more than her slut body, her face is too perfect to be left alone. But if they did, and look at her most scumptious features, what they see makes their already drooling mouths turn into a waterfall. Her upper body was perfectly balanced, showing both elegance and stunning allure, and it was slightly lifted to show her confidence and arrogance. The shape of her figure was gentle and harmonious, a near-perfect hourglass shape, flowing naturally from her shoulders down to her waist. Her back had a smooth, flawless line, and each breath she took made her seem alive with a calm rhythm. Her succubus wings sprout from her back. Her wings were dark, small, and smooth, there was no hint of danger in them. It felt soft and seductive at the same time. Shaped like a demon but far more elegant. The thin membranes shimmered faintly with the sunlight when they caught the glow, giving them a soft, almost hypnotic beauty. Each movement was slow and graceful, like the flutter of silk in a breeze. Even though her wings are small, she spreads them confidently, they make her look powerful and irresistibly alluring. The faint glow along the edges and the way they moved with her made them seem alive, seductive, graceful, and dangerously beautiful.
Her big, F cup, soft breasts jutted out round and full, sitting high on her chest, as if her lifting her chest isn't high enough. They were firm yet plump, with smooth, pale skin, with a perfect, perky shape, bulging outward invitingly. Her breasts were a perfect, elegant, seductive, large handful, milk-white and tempting. They are big, but not so big that they make them look out of place, but big enough to make it natural coming out of her chest. They bounce seductively every time she walks, succulent, mouth-watering, as if they were inviting the perverted villagers to come and take a taste, yet they know they couldn't do anything and only resist the temptation to lunge at her in hunger. Her light rose nipples stood out proudly, stiff and somewhat erect with her natural succubus arousal. They poked out like pert little peaks, begging to be pinched and teased. The pink nubs weren't hard but not soft either, just waiting to stiffen further under the right touch. Small and puckered, they looked sensitive and ready for attention.
Some rightfully couldn't handle their arousal and took off their pants. Man or woman, they started relieving themselves while thinking about all the possible things Ahko could've done to them and vice versa. Some fall to the ground while still relieving, some fainted, some women shamelessly open their legs wide to show their bottom lips. Ahko sighed while looking at these villagers, it was obvious they never did such thing. They were modest and traditional. Only experience love, but now they are experiencing lust and temptation. And they folded without a single pressure, just Ahko's passive ability.
"I wasn't expecting half of them to become like this." Ahko amused by her ability
"W-Well M-Mistress... T-To be honest... I-I'm kinda having a hard time to..." Martha struggling to speak.
"Huh? The hell are you talking about."
Ahko turned around and sees Martha, furiously rubbing her thighs, and putting her hand on her crotch. Her head lays low with her eyes closed, while looking aroused but still trying to fight the building arousal.
"Not you too..." Ahko looked at her slave with a tired face.
"I-It's a-all good Mistress!! A-As long as Mistress can cover h-herself up, I-I can handle this!!" Martha, trying to calm herself down.
"But you were fine hours ago."
"W-Well... I-I can hold the arousal f-for some moment... B-But... I-I think I'm r-reaching my limit here..."
"My body is not that goo-"
"IT IS MISTRESS!!" Martha shouted.
"..."
"And I am not exaggerating..." Martha continued
There was nothing exaggerated about her, it was her [Irresistible Aura] that made it impossible for everyone to calm down. Her waist was slim, narrowing slightly before curving outward again at her hips. Her wide, childbearing hips flared out dramatically, accentuating her hourglass figure. The teasing hip dips carved out a pair of sharp, defined lines that ran down to the juncture of her thighs. Above her crotch, a prominent, V-shaped cleft cut into her soft flesh. Her butt was an absolute masterpiece, a perfect, round globe of jiggling, doughy cheeks that begged to be squeezed and grabbed. Each cheek was a generous, voluptuous handful, yet somehow managed to sit high and lifted, defying gravity with its firm, tight curve. With each step she took, they bounced dramatically.
Just in the middle of her V-shaped cleft, a heart-shaped sigil was drawn with curling lines and sharp lines. Its design was elegant yet sultry, and it glows faintly pink. The symbol pulsed softly with a warmth and arousal, as though it marked not only beauty but power. It was vulgar, but graceful. Her legs were long and smooth, shaped by elegance, seduction, strength and balance. They carried her effortlessly, each step quiet yet full of presence.
Her tail was slightly long and smooth, dark as a black sapphire, and it moved with a quiet rhythm that matched her steps. It wasn't restless or wild, each motion seemed thoughtful, almost playful, like it had a mind of its own. The surface glimmered faintly when it caught the sunlight, hinting at a faint red sheen beneath the black. At its tip was a small, heart-shaped, sharp yet elegant, faintly glowing, softly crimson.
She moved with a sense of calmness, flowing rhythm, and confidence. Her bare feet glided through the ground. Her walk wasn't rushed or loud, it carried a smooth confidence that made others instinctively step aside. Each movement seemed measured, the soft lift of her heel, the light touch of her foot meeting the ground, the faint sway of her hips in perfect balance with the motion of her tail.
"Huh. I only become a Lesser Succubus and this is all the damaged it causes? What would happened when I get to a higher lifeform?" Ahko pondered.
"O-Oh... I-I have no idea M-Mistress... H-Hopefully I can keep calm a-around you..." Martha answered.
"Don't worry, when I get our cloaks, I will cover myself. Sure, I like the attention and whatever, but our goal here is to get to Priya City as soon as possible."
"T-That's great!!"
"Let's hurry up." Ahko continued her walk, but slightly faster.
"M-Mhm!!"
Ahko didn't need to ask the villagers to gather around her, they already did. From the moment she stepped into the gates and into the center of the village, it took just a matter of minutes, yet all the villagers had been gathered. They discarded whatever they were doing and rushed to see Ahko. Ahko stood proudly at the center of the village, and the wind kept blowing and made her hair flow smoothly like water. In contrast, the villagers are drooling hard and open their eyes wide. Not daring to blink until their eyes started to hurt, as if every blink would decrease their time seeing Ahko.
"Ahem... Do any of you have cloaks? Me and this dryad really need one." Ahko exclaimed.
"O-Of course!!" "Cloaks!? I will get them for you, goddess!!" "Cloaks!!" "Yeah!!"
Many villagers, especially adventurers, frantically rushed to their homes in search of cloaks for their goddess. Some in the same household are fighting each other to get the only cloak in the house. Some are practically destroying their own homes to find their cloaks, which have been stored for months or even years. Just to please their new goddess. The only god they once worshipped, Ariana, the goddess of Prosperity, is gone and replaced by Ahko. And Ariana can feel her followers suddenly decrease by hundreds.
[Meanwhile in Ijuru]
A palace floated above the clouds, where the air shimmered with gold dust. Marble pillars lined the grand halls, each carved with symbols of harvest and fortune in a gold pattern. Water flowed through channels around the palace, clear and calm, feeding gardens heavy with fruit and flowers. Angels moved in silence, carrying offerings of grain, silk, and gems. At the center, a throne stood tall, built from gold, green, and white stone, glowing with divine heat.
A goddess sits on the throne, her beauty regal and cold. Her hair flowed like molten gold under the lights. Her eyes were deep green, sharp and watchful, like jewels guarding secrets. Her skin held a faint glow, smooth and pale, untouched by time itself. She wore a flowing gown of white trimmed in gold, the fabric thin yet heavy with her divine weight. Around her neck rested a chain of gold, sparkling coins that jiggled softly when she moved. A crown of wheat and gems framed her face, marking her as the goddess who rules prosperity.
She was just sitting on her beautiful throne while eating grapes served by her servant angels. She doesn't talk, nor does she need to. Even though Ariana is the goddess of prosperity, she doesn't like to share anything with her colleagues, she wants all that prosperity to herself. She only gives prosperity to the mortal realm if they swear loyalty to her. Some even go so far as to sacrifice a newborn just to please her. She doesn't need the sacrifice or offerings, but she enjoys the stupid mortals, especially humans, who would do anything beyond human rights to please her. The more they give, the more they receive. Humans soon realized that small offerings would give them just a week of prosperity, maybe their crops grew fast, or an investor would invest in their city or village, making them richer for a bit. And large, inhumane offerings give them more prosperity, possibly for months or even years. The human's greed amuses her. And those sacrificed newborns become angels to serve her, and only her.
Though some villages are greater than that, they give offerings, but not big enough to sacrifice their own kind. They love their peaceful life, she's a little disappointed, but she respects their decision. Good thing there are still people who aren't so greedy. And Yotain Village is one of them. She stopped eating her grapes when she suddenly felt no presence of her followers in the Yotain Village. The thing about Ariana is that she's pretty possessive about her followers and often argues with other gods if her followers worship other gods, even though it's not their fault.
"Looks like someone is in trouble.. That's a shame... I like that village..."
Arina stood up from her throne and closed her eyes while smiling.
"I wonder which god you guys picked instead of me..."
Ariana sounds pretty calm, but the palace said otherwise. It rumbled for minutes, some parts of the palace fell apart easily, but neither the angel servants nor Ariana cared. The angel servants continued their work, and even if one of them gets struck by a large piece of marble, they can't die. Sure, it'll hurt, but it'll hurt more if they displease Ariana. Servants close to Ariana use themselves as a meat shield to protect Ariana from the falling debris. At the end, roughly every room has a chunk of marbles missing, but no worries, the angels will fix them, no problem.
"Shina, Hina. Why don't you guys go to Yotain Village and see what's going on in there?"
The two angels who were protecting Ariana from the fallen debris stood straight and bowed to their goddess.
"Of course, Lady Ariana."
"Make sure to take in every detail, alright? I need some fresh air.."
"Right away, Lady Ariana."
They both immediately vanished from the throne room and teleported to the clouds above the Yotain Village. Unlike demons, who can intervene with the mortal realm, Ijuru residents are strictly prohibited from intervening with the mortal realm unless the demons are getting too powerful or causing chaos, or if they see a demon intervene with other species outside their continent.
"Hmm? Is that.."
"A succubus...? What is she doing in a village..?" Hina questioned.
"Moreover, the village is far away from the Western continent, how did she get in there..?"
"She go that far..? And a village out of all?"
"She shouldn't mess with Lady Ariana, looks like someone is going to die tonight.."
[Back to the Yotain Village]
"So, what do you think?" Ahko asked.
The villagers have gathered back to Ahko, and most of them show their torn cloaks, possibly having fought with their spouses to get them. Some only brought a piece of clothing they gotten after fighting for the cloak and lost. They all have sweat dripping down their faces, cold sweat, and nervousness fills their body because they have failed their new goddess. While a few adventurer who mostly live alone or are stronger than their spouse showed their intact cloak in confidence. They lift them up in the air as high as they can.
"W-Well... they aren't very stylish..."
"Yeah, no shit, these cloaks are from a village."
"I-I'll let... M-Mistress choose first..."
"I guess I have no choice, it'd be better if I suppressed my aura."
Ahko picked the cloak with the most coverage. She grabbed a cloak from the adventurer, and he squeaked in joy and jumped around because he had pleased his new goddess. Other villagers put down their cloaks in sadness, because their goddess doesn't like their cloaks. Ahko put it on, and came the immediate effect. Suddenly, all the villagers woke up from their admiration and were confused. They asked each other what had happened, why they were outside, why some were holding their cloak, and why some people looked like they had been beaten up. Looks like they woke up in some sort of dream and remembered nothing. Until they look at Ahko again.
Just because her body has been covered, but her face hasn't yet. They blanked for a second, and they jolted out. Their eyes lit up again, but not as bright as they were when Ahko was naked. They talk to each other about how Ahko is a very beautiful girl, a beauty they can never forget, some wanted to marry her right away, others complimented her. There were still a few drooling, but they weren't so degenerate as earlier. Some noticed Martha beside her, but nobody cared about her, they were probably thinking that Martha was her slave because she didn't try to hurt her or anyone. Seems like her aura is still working on them, though not as powerful as she was naked. Martha, too, is calming down after several hours of suppressing her arousal. She sighed in relief. She can finally look at Ahko without much problem, but her admiration for her has never faded.
"Looks like they become somewhat normal again."
"Mhm... As expected of Mistress.."
"And you are fine too, I'm guessing."
"Of course, Mistress. You were too beautiful for all of us here..."
"Now I like the compliments, but we have to hurry. Go grab a cloak and let's get out of here."
"O-Oh... R-Right..."
Martha quickly grabs a cloak and puts them on. It is a little small because she was rushing and nervous after Ahko's statement, but it's enough to cover most of her body except her legs. They both quickly leave the village whilst getting cheered on by the people.
[Meanwhile]
"Alright, you should've get to level 11-..."
After hours of sitting in the cave and not doing anything but waiting for Ahko to drain more man-eaters, Yue finally comes out to congratulate Ahko for leveling up to level 11. She has calculated the amount of experience she gained every time she drained a man-eater and how many man-eaters she needs to level up. But looks like she has underestimated Ahko's stubbornness. Her neutral face gets slightly irritated and worried knowing Ahko wouldn't survive a day going back to Priya City.
"Why are you like this, Ahko..." Ahko quietly mumbled while walking to the woods in a slight bit of anger.