Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Goodbye Past Self~

The trials were a sort of academy-managed test run of Avalon, where they could control the type of encounter and split them into different categories.Gauntlet - Fight a set of battles with a miniboss at the end.

Brawl - Fight one group with a boss.

Gather -

"I mean in battle! Also, why can't you speak with your mouth?"

[If I spoke now, you'd spurt your thick white cream in your pants instantly, then become addicted to the pleasure of my captivating voice~]

[I am a succubus Queen, after all!]

The voice in his mind seemed more regal and majestic for the last sentence; rather, the sentence before was rather vulgar.

He didn't want to waste time and approached the patrolling arachnid-like creature.

It had eight eyes and countless legs, but it seemed more like a scorpion with a long stinger on its long, segmented tail.

[I can use Charm to stun and daze several enemies for around 5 seconds momentarily, but the monster in here might only last 2 seconds.]

[my rank and level are tied to you now.]

[Mesmerise controls one enemy for up to 20 minutes, depending on their grade, thankfully, it doesn't matter if my true grade has been locked.]

"I see.." Lancelot's feet were light like birds fluttering across a pond's surface, grabbing the fish with their feet.

His muscles began to tighten and loosen along with each of his memories, still unable to completely adjust to a body far superior to his old one at the moment of his death.

'I've been completely remade...'

[I told you when we met...]

'Yeah, yeah, you did. But I am no demon king.'

[Not yet...]

Lancelot's body suddenly dashed forward.

His swords lowered beside him as he lunged at the unaware arachnid, its black carapace easily deflecting his blade's piercing thrust.

With focused eyes, he watched the monster's sharp pincers swipe towards him, forcing Lancelot to spin himself like a turning top, holding both blades parallel to his body.

Each blow created brilliant silver sparks as the huge arachnid began to stumble back.

A strange pink mist pulsating over its face stopped its movements.

[Go for the weak spot between its neck and chestpiece]

'So even with these skills, I cannot fully break the barrier of quality and level.'

Like a supporting call, her voice was inspiring as he pivoted on his right foot, tightening his thighs before swiping across the exposed fleshy part with his left blade, then with a complete spin.

He used the momentum to thrust the right blade's sharp tip into the monster's throat with a brutal piercing blow.

Blood and flesh sprayed from the wound as it covered his body.

A brilliant glow of silver light streamed from the arachnid's body and filled Lancelot with a strange, uplifting feeling.

The pleasure caused his lips to release a low growl, as he wasn't prepared for this.

'Why didn't they tell us about this!?'

'It's like I'm having sex!?'

Although this wasn't the first time he'd gained experience from killing a monster.

It was just the first time he killed someone with such a high yield, with him being weak and more powerful than he thought.

[Eh!?]

He noticed the same white glow would then filter through his body, a small part entering the body of Morgana.

Only a fraction of his as she showed a slight blush of her cheeks but maintained her dignity.

[You look so cute, that little moan and your expanded crotch... Fufu~ want Mommy to kiss it better?]

'The difference in light shows just how great the disparity between our levels...'

Lancelot realised how powerful his summoned Commander was, causing him to smile wryly.

->Experience: 83%

->Summon Drive: 25%

'Not enough for a level, but very close... I can feel my insides like a cup of ale close to the rim!'

He shook his head before the entire aura of his body and face changed, the smile on his lips faded, and his eyes narrowed with a vicious look.

'That's enough; no more need to act like a naive boy.'

[Finally, I will follow you to the end, Lancelot.]

"Morgana, let's hunt." His voice was strangely commanding as if channelling his past self, no longer acting like the young him.

[At your will, my king.]