Succumania

This was the only place he could call home for now. As his real home was invested by various succubi, some of which wanted him dead, he used the talisman that could bring him to the safest place.

A secluded fortress hidden deep underground, far beyond the reach of modern detection.

The Laboratory for Unified Neoteric Advancement and Research (LUNAR).

More than just a lab, it was also home to his trusted ally and friend, Nina Lunatis.

The laboratory itself was vast, composed of multiple interconnected chambers, but its heart was a dimly lit main room. The walls were a deep shade of blue, bathed in the cold glow of dozens of flickering screens. Graphs, data streams, and schematics flashed across them in a constant flow of information—processed at inhuman speed by the one person capable of keeping up with it all.

Nina sat in the center of it all, her chair positioned before a sprawling workstation. Behind her, a separate station held various ongoing projects—half-finished blueprints, experimental devices, and what appeared to be an unfinished prototype of Luka's talisman launcher. Mechanical arms extended from the walls, adjusting components with surgical precision, while small autonomous drones rolled around the facility, assisting with maintenance and assembly.

It was a marvel of engineering—an entire world of its own, crafted and maintained by a single mind.

A mind that had been alone for a long time.

"So, you finally came out of your hole," she noted, her eyes barely registering his arrival as she sipped some cola through a straw, her glasses reflecting a video she was watching. 

The girl aged between twenty and thirty years old (Luka never bothered asking, knowing better) wore a white lab coat as well as round glasses, her brown hair the only color in this room.

Luka stepped further into the lab, his movements sluggish from exhaustion. The cold, sterile air of the facility was a stark contrast to the scorching dry heat of the desert he was just in. 

"Yeah, well… If you hadn't given her my position, none of this would have happened."

"There you are, making assuming things…" she didn't turn around but Luka could swear he saw her flinch at the accusation.

Luka scoffed, limping toward one of the chairs and slumping into it. "Right. And you're gonna tell me it was just a coincidence, huh? That this crazy loli showing up in the middle of the desert was just a coincidence?!"

"O-Okay…" Nina twirled her straw in her drink. "She proposed some good research materials so I couldn't refuse…"

Luka stared at her, utterly exasperated. "You sold me out for research materials?"

Nina finally turned her chair toward him, arms crossed. "Sold out is such an ugly way to put it," she muttered. "It was more like… an intellectual exchange," she said with a smile. 

"I ALMOST FUCKING DIED, YOU MORON!" 

Before she could react, he lunged at her, fist slamming down onto her head with enough force to rattle her chair.

"OW!" Nina yelped, clutching her head. "Jeez, no need for violence! I swear, I only gave her the name of the place you were in! I didn't think she knew where that was, or that she'd just—warp there in a day!"

"By the way," his eyes darted around. "Any idea how she did that? Seriously, I thought I was the only one capable of going around the planet like that."

Nina hesitated. "…Well…"

He narrowed his eyes. "Nina."

She cleared her throat. "I may have let her take a look at one of your talismans—OW!"

Before she could finish, he smacked her over the head again.

"I'm a fragile person you know!" she shot him a glare through teary eyes, clutching her head.

"Oh, no! Don't hide behind your skin condition! It's not because you can't go outside that you can't get hit when you deserve it!"

Nina pouted, rubbing her sore head. "This is abuse…" she muttered.

"This is what you get for putting my life in danger," Luka folded his arms. "Now, find me a solution to get them back home."

Nina lowered her head even more, her eyes away from his. "About that…"

"No… Don't tell me…"

"I really tried!" she recoiled in fear of getting a third hit. "I really, really, really tried! But I can't open portals to other dimensions like that! Not with the incident with the portals resolved now."

Luka's frustration flared. "You promised you could handle it!"

"I did but—" Nina's voice turned serious as she spun on her chair to face her screen. "The White Rabbit is gone, Luka. And every contact we had with other worlds? Gone too. Like they were erased, wiped out entirely. It's as if they never existed in the first place."

Luka's face tightened, disbelief crossing his features. "Then why are some of them still here?" He couldn't imagine even having to deal with them if they were stuck here. "Isn't Saki the responsible then?"

Nina shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Not that either. For the first time in my life, I have no clue what's going on. And that's saying something."

Luka clutched his head and crouched down. "Holy shit. What are we going to do?"

Nina let out a heavy sigh, her gaze fixed on the flashing data across her screens. "Well, first, you could tell them to behave." She paused. "Otherwise, they might cause some real trouble."

"BEHAVE?!" Luka snapped, standing up and throwing his arms wide. "I can't even handle Saki on a good day! And she's a hundred times easier to deal with than that blue-haired psychopath and that little loli!"

 Nina raised an eyebrow, looking at him deadpan. "So you're saying you can't control them?"

"OF COURSE NOT!" Luka shot her a wide-eyed glare, as if he was the only sane person in the room. 

"Well, if you don't figure it out…" Nina didn't even glance up as a new feed popped up on her screen. "You might end up with some bodies to deal with."

Luka's heart sank as the footage on the screen shifted to show Morrigan—the infamous blue-haired psychic and youngest of the Lilith sisters—entering his house with some poor, unsuspecting man.

"I hope you're ready to clean up. She doesn't look like the type of succubi to hold back on her prey…" Nina muttered as she watched the screen with too much interest to Luka's liking.

"SendmethereSendmethereSendmethereSendmethere—"

"Alright, alright, I'm on it," Nina said lazily, tapping away at the keyboard. "Don't rush me, mister detective. I can't just teleport you without—"

"Do it now!" Luka barked, desperation creeping into his voice.

Nina rolled her eyes but didn't argue further, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. A talisman was freshly created from a printer to her right and she handed the warm paper over to him. 

"Have a safe trip," she sighed.

Without a second thought, Luka snatched the talisman and activated it with a snap of his fingers. In an instant, everything around him shifted, his body jerking through space.

"Oh, I think I swapped the wrong familiar…" Nina muttered absently, looking up just as the screen displayed the wrong target—a small blue bird where Luka had just been standing. The teleportation spell was based on an equivalent exchange of living beings, but she'd messed up. Instead of swapping Luka with his familiar, the little fox in the house, she'd swapped him with the bird in the garden.

"DAMN NINAAAA!!!" Luka's distorted voice crackled through the speakers, barely audible.

His body jerked forward as the space around him twisted, and he found himself hurtling through the air, falling from a height above a thick, leafy tree. The ground came up fast, and he slammed into the branches, his body now dangling there. 

Groaning, he pushed himself upright and jumped down the tree. His vision slowly adjusted and he realized he was in his garden, right in front of the house. 

Fighting off the dizziness, he scrambled to his feet and began to run. He wasn't going to let Morrigan get away with what she was about to do.

He slid the window door open and entered the house, his head snapping left and right, looking for the succubus. 

"Oh, if it isn't SubLuka…" Alma Elma, the purple-haired succubus, greeted him lazily from the couch, her tail swishing back and forth as she reclined, completely at ease. She was watching a TV show, not a care in the world.

Luka's shoulders slumped. "Could you stop calling me that? I didn't say a thing back then, but now that there is only me, there is no need to add the 'Sub' to my name…"

Alma Elma gave him a half-hearted glance, her lips curling in a lazy smirk as she yawned and stretched, showing no sign of urgency. "Right, right…" She waved a dismissive hand. "Looking for Morrigan? She headed into her room just a second ago."

"Her room? But she doesn't have a room… No, none of you have a room!" his voice raised in alarm as he slowly realized what it meant.

"Well, I get the couch for now. Since you weren't there, most of us chose a place to stay."

A cold sense of dread washed over Luka, and his pulse quickened. His eyes darted toward the staircase, his mind racing.

Oh please god, not my room.

Without another word, he bolted upstairs, his boots slamming against the wooden steps with a thunderous rhythm. He threw open the first door he saw—Saki's room. Empty. The next door—also empty. His stomach churned as he realized what that meant.

The last door was his.

With a nervous laugh, he pushed open the door to his room, only to freeze in horror. There, standing by his bed, was Morrigan. Her blue eyes gleamed as she waved her glowing hands around, coating the man on the bed in a blue aura. 

Luka could only raise a hand but it was too late. 

The man convulsed from the sheer pleasure and began orgasming everywhere, to the great dismay of the young man. 

Luka sank to his knees, his face pale as he stared at the mess before him. "I will never be able to sleep here again…" 

"Hora hora! Come more for me!" 

The man on the bed convulsed violently, his body wracked with uncontrollable pleasure as he spilled his seed for the umpteenth time. His mind was a blank slate, lost in a haze of ecstasy, utterly under Morrigan's thrall.

"YOU DAMN BITCH GET OFF MY ROOM!" Luka lunged at her with teary eyes, his hand gripping her neck tightly in a fit of rage. He shook her around violently, but it barely fazed her. 

Morrigan blinked in confusion, completely unfazed by the onslaught. "Hey, hey!" she protested, raising a hand to push him off. "What's gotten into you?"

"This is my room, you idiot!" Luka continued to shake her violently with his hands. 

"Oh…" she glanced at the man still writhing on the bed, and then at Luka, and she laughed. "Ahahaha! How does it feel you bastard! I finally got my revenge—!"

Before she could savor the moment any longer, Luka's anger surged to a breaking point. With a snarl, he pulled his fist back and, in one fluid motion, punched her square in the face.

The force of the blow sent Morrigan crashing through the window with a sickening shatter of glass. She flew out of the room, her body flailing as she fell.

He then kicked the man out and jumped outside while rolling his sleeves. "You're on you crazy bitch!" 

"Hey! That's not fair!" Morrigan grimaced as she clutched her chin. "I can't make you cum you manlet!"

"Should've thought of that sooner when you entered my house!" 

The two stood there, locked in a tense standoff, with only the distant sound of crickets and the faint hum of a passing car to break the silence. Morrigan's smile never wavered, and she tilted her head slightly to the side as she locked eyes with Luka.

Morrigan was the first to strike. She used her psychic powers to hold Luka in place and she summoned an imagined sword. "I'll just have to take this house for me then!" she shouted, her head poised above the young man's head.

But before she could strike, a sudden force hit her above the head, snapping her attention upward. She barely had time to register the impact before her body crumpled to the ground with a resounding crack, her imagined sword vanishing with a flicker.

Luka stood, chest heaving with the remnants of his fury, staring down at Morrigan as she lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious from the brutal blow that shattered the earth.

"Alright, no fighting…♪" Alma Elma sighed while picking up the unconscious Morrigan. 

"I knew you were one of the good ones…" Luka muttered, exhaling in relief, his hand subconsciously brushing his neck where the sword had almost struck. He was lucky that blow had been interrupted in time.

"Oh…?" Alma Elma stuck her tongue out with a lascivious smile. "Does that mean I get a reward…♪?"

"No."

Alma Elma's pout was dramatic as she cradled Morrigan's unconscious form in her arms. "Awww…" she whined, but the playfulness never left her tone.

"At least not the kind of reward you implied," Luka said, shaking his head in exasperation. "You can have Saki's room since she isn't here, and I don't think anyone else took it."

Alma Elma brightened at the suggestion, her pout quickly replaced by a mischievous smile. "Thank you…♪" she chirped, her tone suddenly lighthearted. "Vinum-chan is sleeping in the room on the first floor, so that puts Morrigan on the couch now. I won't complain."

Luka simply nodded, though he couldn't help but roll his eyes. At least it was one less problem to deal with for now.

Oh, right.

His bed was still sullied. 

"Fuck…"

A good cleaning session was in order, one that involved a lot of soap.

It was the afternoon. After a long morning being chased by a small succubus and having to deal with one that still held a grudge for her wounded pride as a succubus, Luka took a hearty meal in the living room, alone. The comforting smell of french fries and burgers was the only solace he could find for now. 

Now, what was in stock for him? Luckily, there weren't that many succubi around. He could count them all on one hand. Vinum, the little white-haired one that was quite of a help back then during the portal crisis. Alma Elma, one that had also been nice to him but was mind-controlled by something shortly after. Morrigan was the first he had ever met and the one who always wanted to kill him for some reason. It probably had to do with the fact that her pride was wounded the moment her psychic powers didn't work on him.

And finally, there was Saki, his trusted friend who was god knows where.

That made four. Which wasn't a lot, but he wondered if there was some hidden around. For example, Myusca and Nemea, the two other succubi were hanging around Vinum. Were they here? And if that was the case, what were they doing?

What about the monsters he had seen? Tamamo, Alice, or even that purple kitsune Daji? Why only succubi for now? 

Luka let out a quiet sigh, his mind swirling with questions.

"I guess it's useless to think too hard about it…" he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of his thoughts settle in his chest. There was only so much he could control, and the rest... well, it was out of his hands.

For now, the best he could do was manage the succubi who were here and make sure they didn't cause any more trouble. As if that was an easy task.

With a deep breath, Luka pushed the thoughts away for the moment. He'd deal with the day as it came. That's all he could do.

His thoughts drifted toward something more practical. Maybe it was time to get them a house, or at least an apartment. He couldn't keep them cooped up here forever, could he? But that came with its own problems. He'd have to teach them how to behave in the modern world—like, for example, what to wear.

Was it even legal to walk around like that? He thought about Alma Elma and Morrigan, their attire bordering on scandalous.

Luka leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The whole situation felt like a never-ending spiral of complications. Between managing the house, dealing with the succubi, and trying to navigate the mess of emotions and personalities, it was a wonder he hadn't completely lost his mind.

When was this whole mess going to end? He thought that after sacrificing himself, he would earn at least some sort of well-deserved rest.

He got up from his seat, pacing across the living room. His mind returned to the apartment idea. That could be a start, right? A new place for everyone to live, a space where they could all coexist more easily. But that would mean spending more time out in the human world, interacting with normal people, trying to hide the fact that he was housing an array of supernatural creatures. Not exactly the kind of thing that would fly under the radar.

Especially with all the different organizations controlling magical activities. Just having these creatures around could bring him into trouble with these people.

Then there was the clothing issue. He wasn't sure what the succubi thought of modern fashion, but perhaps they could like it. Morrigan's outfit from earlier was still fresh in his mind. It was borderline inappropriate, even by the standards of the city. He could imagine the looks they'd get in public.

No, the fact that she even got a guy in the first place meant she went in public already.

"Alright," Luka muttered, his mind beginning to work out a rough plan. "First, clothes. Next, house. Should be simple enough, right?"

The plan sounded simple enough, but he could already tell that finding a place for them to live wasn't going to be an easy task.

With a resigned sigh, he headed for the kitchen to clean up the last of his meal. Once he'd finished, he tossed the dishes aside and grabbed his jacket, heading for the door. Today wouldn't be any different from the usual bustle of the city, but it was his only chance to get moving on this ridiculous mess.

The city center was as busy as always. People were rushing in and out of shops, bags in hand, some leaving with purchases while others wandered aimlessly, browsing window displays. 

He quickly found a shop made for women's clothes. He wasn't exactly thrilled about shopping for succubus clothes, but it was a necessary step. It was either this or risk more embarrassing situations with outfits like Morrigan's.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The store was a cacophony of color, fabric, and styles, the racks of clothes almost dizzying in their variety. He stood there for a moment, uncertain where to begin.

"Well, here goes nothing…" he muttered under his breath, setting aside his discomfort as he began his search for something appropriate.

Luka wandered through the aisles, his eyes scanning the racks of clothing. He wasn't exactly an expert in women's fashion, but he figured something modest and practical would be a good start. He grabbed a few basic items—jeans, T-shirts, and a couple of dresses that looked simple enough. He even picked out a few pairs of shoes, hoping they'd fit.

As he moved through the store, he couldn't help but feel out of place. The other shoppers—mostly women—gave him curious glances, some even whispering to each other. He tried to ignore them, focusing on the task at hand.

"Excuse me, sir?" A store clerk approached him, her smile polite but slightly wary. "Do you need any help finding something?"

Luka hesitated, then nodded. "Uh, yeah. I'm looking for some… everyday clothes. Something comfortable but, uh, not too flashy."

The clerk's smile widened, and she gestured for him to follow. "Right this way. We have a great selection of casual wear over here."

She led him to a section filled with more neutral-toned clothing—blouses, cardigans, and skirts that looked far more appropriate than what the succubi were currently wearing. Luka felt a wave of relief. This was exactly what he needed.

"Thanks," he said, grabbing a few more items. "This should do."

The clerk nodded, still smiling. "Let me know if you need anything else."

Luka quickly finished his shopping, piling the clothes into a cart. He added a few accessories—belts, scarves, and even some hats—just in case. By the time he reached the checkout counter, his cart was overflowing.

The cashier raised an eyebrow as she began scanning the items. "Big shopping day, huh?"

Luka forced a smile. "Yeah."

As he paid and gathered the bags, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. At least he was making progress. Now, if only the rest of his problems could be solved as easily.

When Luka returned home, the house was eerily quiet. He set the bags down in the living room and called out, "I'm back!"

There was no response.

Frowning, he walked through the house, checking each room. Alma Elma was still lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Morrigan was nowhere to be seen, likely still unconscious from their earlier confrontation.

Vinum was nowhere to be seen, a relief. 

"Where's Morrigan?" he asked Alma Elma.

She glanced up from her magazine, her tail swishing lazily. "She is in the garden over there. I put her on the ground beneath the apple tree."

Luka sighed. "I bought some clothes. Wanna see?"

Alma Elma's eyes lit up with interest, and she set the magazine aside. "Clothes, you say? For us?"

"Yeah," Luka said, gesturing to the bags. "I figured it would help you all blend in a bit more. You can't just walk around in whatever you're wearing now."

Alma Elma smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the bags. She began rummaging through them, pulling out various items and holding them up to herself. "Not bad," she mused. "A bit plain, but I suppose it'll do."

She picked up a snug purple sweater that hugged her figure and a wide-brimmed hat designed to conceal her horns. With a practiced motion, she coiled her tail around her waist, tucking it neatly under a light jacket that completed the look.

"You even picked color-themed clothes after us, how cute…♪"

Luka blushed slightly, though he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in accommodating her. "Glad you like it. I figured it'd be easier for everybody if you didn't stick out like a sore thumb."

Alma Elma twirled in place, the sweater and jacket flowing slightly as she moved. "Oh, I'll take good care of them," she purred, her smirk widening. "But you know, Luka, if you wanted to see me in something tight, you could've just asked."

"That's not—ugh, never mind," Luka groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. There weren't many clothes that could accommodate her size up there, in all honesty, but he couldn't just say it. "What about Morrigan, what do you think she will like?"

Alma Elma looked disinterested, shrugging as she tossed a pair of jeans back into the bag. "I don't know. I don't think that idiot cares much about fashion."

Luka sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Great. So, she's going to hate whatever I picked out, isn't she?"

"Probably," Alma Elma said with a dry laugh. "She hates you after all."

"I know, but I want to change that, actually," Luka admitted, scratching his head as he glanced out the window at Morrigan's sprawled form in the garden. "I want this whole mess to be as chill as possible. If we're fighting every time we're in the same room, it's not going to go well for anyone."

Alma Elma raised an eyebrow, her tail flicking with mild curiosity. "Oh? Since when did you become the peacemaker? Last I checked, you were the one punching her through windows."

Luka looked down in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, well, I lost it. Can't I just be mad for once?"

"You've been nothing but mad ever since you woke up and saw us here," Alma Elma noted with a sly smile.

"I'm not anymore!" Luka protested as he crossed his arms. "So if you could please behave, and not turn my house into a literal orgy palace, I would like that."

"It's a promise. I'll do that somewhere else. I know better than to thrash the place of my host."

"Thanks."

There was a short silence, and then the succubus returned to her magazine. Luka looked out the window and saw Morrigan slowly rise up from her forced slumber. With a heavy heart and a bit of tension, he headed toward the kitchen and grabbed a biscuit. With that in his hand, he headed outside and greeted her while she was rubbing the back of her head.

"Hey," Luka said cautiously, stopping a few feet away. "How's your head?"

Morrigan's glare shifted from the ground to him, her blue eyes sharp and piercing. "Huh?! What do you think you bastard?!"

Luka winced, holding up the biscuit like a shield. "Yeah, I… uh, I brought you this. As a… sorry?"

Morrigan stared at the biscuit, then back at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Luka thought she might throw it back in his face—or worse, summon another psychic blade to finish what she started. But then, to his surprise, she snatched the biscuit out of his hand and took a bite, chewing slowly as she continued to glare at him.

"I know we've gotten off on a wrong start you and I," Luka sighed, his tone apologetic. "I treated you harshly back when we first met, I wounded your feelings, and I want to apologize."

Morrigan raised an eyebrow, her face barely hiding her confusion. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well, you hate me, right?" Luka asked, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I mean, you've been trying to kill me ever since we met. I figured it was because I… I don't know, hurt your pride or something."

Morrigan blinked, her expression shifting from confusion to mild amusement. "Why would I hate a human like you?"

Luka stared at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Wait, what? You don't… hate me?"

Morrigan took another bite of the biscuit, her tone casual as if they were discussing the weather. "Hate you? No. I mean, you're annoying, sure. And you punched me through a window, which, by the way, I'm still mad about. But hate you? Nah… You're not worth the energy."

Luka's brain short-circuited for a moment. All this time, he'd been convinced that Morrigan's relentless attempts to kill him were fueled by some deep-seated grudge. But now, she was sitting there, casually eating a biscuit and telling him she didn't even hate him. It was… baffling.

"Then why do you keep trying to kill me?" he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Morrigan shrugged, leaning back against the tree. "Huh…" she thought hard, her eyes drifting upward to the sky as if the answer might be written in the clouds. "I don't know. You hit first last time, so I figured I'd kill you in exchange. But after sleeping for a while, I realized it was kind of a dick move to fuck a guy on your bed."

Luka stared at her, his mouth hanging open for a moment before he managed to form words. "Y—You don't say…"

Morrigan smirked, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction. "So, sorry about that!" she said with the most genuinely amused smile he had ever seen.

Is she just an idiot? Luka wondered, his mind racing to make sense of her logic. But then again, maybe it didn't matter. If she wasn't actively trying to murder him out of malice, that was already a step in the right direction.

With a relieved sigh, he extended his hand for a handshake. "Peace, then? I even bought you some clothes."

Morrigan glanced at his hand, then back at him, her smirk never fading. "Clothes, huh? What, you don't like my current outfit?" She gestured to herself, her usual attire leaving little to the imagination.

Luka felt heat rise to his face but refused to let her get a reaction out of him. "It's not about what I like," he stated firmly. "It's about blending in. I need you all to lay low, okay? No unnecessary attention."

Morrigan laughed and slapped his hand, making him wince from the sudden pain. "Fine! I'll see if something catches my eye!" She then stood up and walked over to the open window.

Well… At least I got two of them in the bag. Luka thought with a smile. 

Perhaps this whole ordeal won't be too hard to handle…

Back in LUNAR, a certain screen showed a sudden alert that Nina immediately recognized.

Summoning program: Start.

Unauthorized dimensional travel detected.

Source: Unknown.

Imminent arrival of foreign entity under registered species : Succubus.

"Well… That ain't good."