“Where am I?” he asked. His throat was dry, but his mind was ice.
A silver-haired succubus slid closer, her tail curling around his wrist. “ Mumasekai . The Realm of Given Hunger. And you, little morsel… are lost.”
Silence. Then Vesper laughed—a sharp, surprised sound. “Oh, this is delicious . The realm feeds on yearning. The streets are paved with forgotten wishes. The very air is distilled want.” She gestured to the window. Beyond the glass, a city of spiraling towers glowed under three moons. “And you… you feel nothing?” Mumasekai Lost In The World Of Succubi WORK
The silver-haired one—her name, he would later learn, was Vesper—narrowed her eyes. “Every living thing desires something. Power. Safety. Revenge. Touch.”
“I tested lust simulators for four years,” Kaito said flatly. “I’ve seen every permutation of temptation coded into existence. You can’t seduce a man who’s already read the source code of his own fantasies.” “Where am I
Kaito turned. For the first time, something flickered behind his eyes—not lust. Not fear.
Kaito woke to silk. Not the cheap kind, but the sort that breathed against his skin like a lover’s whisper. The ceiling above him was a mosaic of shifting violets and crimsons, pulsing faintly—like a heartbeat. Or a sigh. “ Mumasekai
“The pheromone thing. The memory-trigger. Low-frequency subsonic pulse combined with retinal pattern suggestion.” He rubbed his wrist free of her tail. “It’s a nice combo. Very elegant. But I’m… empty.”
The other succubi exchanged glances. One whispered, “A Null?”
He sat up too fast. Around him, four figures lounged on oversized cushions. They were beautiful in the way a trap is beautiful: perfect symmetry, too-long limbs, eyes that held galaxies of mischief. Succubi. He knew the lore. He’d tested eighteen different games about them last year alone.
Kaito blinked. “That’s not going to work.”