“Miss Vilan, Miss Vilan, I finally found you, whew…”
A petite girl ran over, puffing with frustration and anxiety on her face.
It looked like she had spent quite some effort searching for the boy in front of her.
The boy lay on the grass, chewing on a blade of dogtail grass, his head propped on one hand, exuding a carefree air.
“What is it?”
Gray hair spilled across the ground, and a pair of melancholy black eyes slowly opened.
The most eye-catching feature was the pair of black horns on his head, resembling wings twisted into a headband.
The boy carried an air of elegance.
Though beautiful, it was obvious at a glance he was a boy.
But at the moment, wearing a long skirt, it was very out of place.
Still, Vilan had no choice.
After crossing over to this world, he had become a prince of the Succubus race.
Just as the term Succubus implied, everyone was female.
However, Vilan had become the only male Succubus.
There weren’t even any male clothes for him to wear, so he was only left with skirts.
Vilan had once asked if there was any men’s clothing, saying he didn’t want to wear skirts.
But his dear mother had shown a terrifying smile and solemnly told him he could only wear skirts.
“Her Majesty the Empress has been looking for you for a long time. If you don’t return soon, Her Highness will get angry!”
Vilan frowned at those words.
Although that woman would never truly get angry, every time she “got angry” she’d grab him and torment him, making him very uncomfortable.
“That old woman really has too much free time…”
Vilan couldn’t help but grumble.
In the mind of his cheap transmigrated mother, he was an eternally young child who couldn’t leave her side for even a moment.
“Miss…you…you…behind you…”
Suddenly, the girl’s voice started to tremble as she pointed behind him.
A shadow fell.
Vilan suddenly felt a foreboding premonition.
He lifted his head, and sure enough, that familiar face shrouded in a black veil came into view.
“My dear Vilan, are you calling your beloved mommy an old woman…?”
Even with a veil, that dangerous gaze could still be felt.
“Cough cough, mom, you heard wrong. I…I…wasn’t talking about you.”
Immediately, Vilan was tackled to the ground.
A voluptuous figure pinned him down.
Mother Malinsa reached out and pinched his cheeks, and at such close distance, Vilan could easily see her expression through the thin veil.
Her enchanting face bore a pleased smile, obviously delighted by Vilan’s fluster.
“Wrong…wrong…my most beloved mommy…”
Vilan pleaded for mercy.
The girl beside him hurriedly turned away, completely unwilling to look, and the commotion between the two ended amid Vilan’s cries of surrender.
Malinsa gently placed a kiss on Vilan’s forehead.
“Vilan dear, everything Mommy does is for you. Even keeping this appearance is for your growth, because you are the one Mommy loves most. How could you not be considerate to Mommy?”
Malinsa pressed her forehead to Vilan’s, letting out a soft laugh.
“Got it, Mom…”
Vilan’s face inexplicably turned red.
Honestly, even though they were both hundreds of years old, she still acted like a little girl.
“That’s better. Let’s go home.”
Malinsa pulled Vilan to his feet, swinging his hand as they walked.
“Ah…”
Vilan sighed.
Still, having such a mother wasn’t bad.
At least, for someone who lost both parents young in his previous life, he now had a mother who loved him.
Malinsa truly fulfilled the role of mother, taking care of Vilan in every way, and at certain ages would prepare “lessons” for him to experience the meaning of life and the harshness of reality.
Except for the forced skirt-wearing, Vilan really liked this mother.
Malinsa seemed to remember something and took out a black veil from her bosom, placing it on Vilan.
“There, now it’s fine.”
With the veil on, Vilan’s face was hidden, making it impossible to tell if he was male or female.
From a distance, he was undoubtedly a beauty on par with Malinsa.
“Is it really necessary to wear this?”
“It’s a must.”
To Vilan’s helplessness, Malinsa immediately responded.
She rubbed his head, but Vilan still couldn’t understand.
When he transmigrated as the only male Succubus and a prince at that, looking at the sea of beauties in the clan, he thought he’d be the male lead in a grand harem.
Who knew reality would deal him such a heavy blow.
Not only was he forced to wear skirts by Malinsa, but he also wasn’t allowed to leave freely.
Whenever he went out, he had to wear a veil and act cold, never speaking.
Aside from the dog he once raised, the maids, the mother’s Royal Guards, and royal relatives, all other Succubi in the clan thought he was a princess.
Unbelievable.
If not for feeling his mother’s love, he would have really thought he was being kept as a canary.
But later, Vilan discovered an even more bizarre truth.
Upon reading history, he realized this world was actually the setting of a yuri eroge from his past life, and he had transmigrated as a villain in a yuri eroge.
No wonder everything felt so oddly familiar.
Still, Vilan didn’t think too deeply about it.
In this life, he had no reason to interact with the heroine.
***
“Greetings to Her Highness the Empress…”
“Greetings to Her Majesty the Empress.”
“Hello, Princess.”
“……”
The Succubus ladies they passed along the way were filled with respect.
Each “Princess” made Vilan grit his teeth.
He was not a princess!
But under Malinsa’s overwhelming authority, he could only nod in acknowledgment.
Until they reached the royal court.
“All right, if you don’t like it, take off the veil.”
Vilan removed it without hesitation.
Malinsa looked at his vexed face and found it amusing.
Vilan didn’t understand why Malinsa had such a twisted sense of humor.
He’d once asked why she insisted on hiding his identity.
Malinsa had only replied: “Because I want to.”
Vilan thought that even if a male Succubus appeared, it shouldn’t matter.
He’d observed that Succubi didn’t discriminate against males; in fact, they were filled with curiosity towards foreign males, with many leaving the clan in pursuit.
So Vilan considered Malinsa to just be eccentric.
If he hadn’t transmigrated here, with Malinsa’s methods, the original owner might have been “trained” to forget he was a man.
Vilan felt his mother definitely had a strange fetish.
She’d loved wearing veils since she was young, so she forced him to wear them at the drop of a hat.
“Your Highness.”
Before Vilan could react, a voice sounded.
He looked over quickly.
It was a stern woman, with none of the Succubus charm but instead an air of a female soldier.
Of course, Vilan recognized her.
She was the chief of his mother’s four Royal Guards, the blade of the Succubus—Selair Weimian.
It was worth mentioning that, except for the royal family, no Succubus had real surnames.
For example, Selair’s surname “Weimian” represented her identity as Malinsa’s Royal Guard, while direct royal members like him and Malinsa carried the surname “Glaitia”, and the branch sisters’ surname was “Gleya”.
“What is it?”
Before her subordinates, Malinsa appeared extra dignified, exuding the aura of an Empress.
“……”
Selair leaned in and whispered in Malinsa’s ear, clearly not wanting Vilan to hear.
Vilan strained his ears but gained nothing.
“I understand.”
A trace of seriousness appeared on Malinsa’s face.
She looked at Vilan, then at the maid beside him.
“Eliane, take Vilan to eat first.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The maid bowed respectfully, took Vilan’s hand, and led him away.
“Miss Vilan, shall we go?”
Seeing his mother’s grave expression, Vilan said nothing more and obediently followed Eliane.
Eliane was his personal maid.
Long ago, when Vilan caused a fuss at Malinsa’s side out of boredom, he offhandedly mentioned seeing Eliane on the way and finding her pretty.
Who knew the next day she would become his maid?
Vilan was quite happy.
Malinsa allowed it, even ignoring it when Vilan played with Eliane in bed before sleeping.
Eliane, with a pure look that did not diminish her Succubus charm, won Vilan’s favor.
Though at first she was nervous and shocked upon discovering the rumored Princess was actually a Prince, over time, she became curious about the opposite sex, especially Vilan, and was very good at teasing him.
Hugging, hand-holding—such things were perfectly normal.
“Great, she finally went to work.”
Vilan smiled.
Eliane smiled as well, pulling Vilan to the table and sitting on his lap, lowering the neckline of her maid uniform.
“Miss, Eliane can’t wait for you to eat her up…”
“Cough, Eliane, don’t mess around.”
Vilan lightly tapped her head.
When alone with her, Eliane loved to tease him like this.
Vilan had long grown used to it.
“Miss eats food, I eat you.”
Eliane buried her head in Vilan’s neck.
Vilan could only helplessly pat her head.
Make no mistake, this was the true nature of the Succubus—reserved, yet lustful…
Naturally, Vilan wouldn’t give in to her antics.
He picked Eliane up and set her on the floor, then began eating as if nothing happened.
Eliane wasn’t angry, just smiled as always.
“Miss is still so oblivious to romance.”
“When will Her Highness finally let you go?”
Eliane sat beside him, her voice tinged with bitterness.
“Sigh, I don’t know what she’s thinking, either. When will she finally let me go?”
Vilan continued eating.
Long ago, Malinsa had told him: flirting with a maid is fine, but going further isn’t allowed.
When the time comes, she’ll let you go.
“Ah…”
Eliane sighed.
Of course, she would never speak ill of Malinsa.
Malinsa was not only the respected Empress, but one of the Legendary Seven on the continent.
Eliane had grown up hearing stories of the Empress.
Vilan had thought about it.
In the game, he hid his identity to enter the heroine’s school, hungering for one of the heroine’s harem members.
Perhaps that too was due to Malinsa’s enforced abstinence?
In the game, Vilan probably didn’t even have a personal maid.
After dinner, Vilan sat in the Royal Library, reading ancient and Curse books.
As Succubi, they did not use ordinary secret techniques but a unique mysterious Curse, known as Arcana.
Arcana was like the truth of the stars.
Unlike the purity of Magic, it was not simply elemental, but mysterious arts invoked through certain magical Curse scripts.
Some resembled word-spells, some needed to be written, and some had to be chanted.
Vilan was already considered a genius among the Succubus clan, but even he had mastered only five kinds of Arcana.
The difficulty of Arcana led most Succubi to abandon it and study Magic instead, though Malinsa never tried to stop them.
Vilan believed Magic could be learned anywhere, but only Arcana was true to Succubus tradition.
He could feel that mastering Arcana might let one become the world’s only true god.
Arcana uttered aloud was more difficult than word-spells written down.
Of the Arcana he had mastered, only one—“Curse of Withering”—required chanting. Its effect was to weaken the target, but Vilan didn’t think it was that simple; he just hadn’t yet discovered its true power.
The others could be written out: “Time”, “Sorrow”, “Space”, and “Strike”.
Their effects were to adjust the speed of oneself or a target, influence a target’s mental state, shift spatial position, and summon countless Curse forces to attack.
Vilan had a sharp eye for learning overpowered “Time” and “Space” spells, while others were chosen for high compatibility.
Beyond learning Arcana, there was the world’s history.
This world was awful—truly awful.
Born from a brainless author’s creation of a Mary Sue yuri game, the entire world was chaotic, filled with war and slaughter, until the heroine established an era of peace.
But thinking back, though memories were vague, he could recall a bit of the ending.
The heroine overthrew a corrupt Empire, united with another Empress from a different Empire—one of her harem—to create a new regime, and established a peaceful era with her harem.
Back then, he’d only cared about the “colorful” stuff.
Now, he realized the ending was a mess.
Racial hatred continued to deepen.
The heroine, aside from resolving the human Church’s hidden dangers and corruption and the threat of Ancient Gods, never solved the root causes of millennia-long wars.
In the game, the Succubus race was barely mentioned.
His character was little more than a joke, a clown killed by the heroine, with nothing about his fate explained.
It was only because the original name matched his own that Vilan remembered this character.
That’s also why, after reading the world’s history, he realized he’d crossed into the yuri eroge he’d once played.
In short, he could learn nothing about himself from the game.
At most, he knew a bit about the heroine’s and her harem’s growth, so he kept frantically studying this world’s lore.