Ummm, let’s see… Nice to meet you. I should probably start there.

My name is Crimvael. My acquaintances call me Crim, so please feel free to do the same.

This may become apparent the moment you look at my head or my back, but yes, I’m an angel.

I have a halo and wings, and they’re not fake.

Is this your first encounter with an angel? It must be. As a general rule, we’re not really allowed to come down to the surface.

My fall was a bit of an accident… The full details are something of a proprietary secret of Heaven. My apologies.

The moment I fell to the surface, I was attacked by a monster. I was terrified.

We don’t have any scary-looking monsters in Heaven, and my halo had broken somehow, so I couldn’t use my powers to defend myself.

My mind was racing with thoughts like Oh no, I’m going to die!, Oh no, oh no, this is bad!, and Oh— I forgot to bring the laundry in…

I was so scared, I couldn’t speak or even stand.

I thought I was going to be eaten, but just at that moment—

Whoosh! Plonk!

An arrow flew through the air and lodged itself into the back of the monster’s head, though it didn’t seem to do any significant damage. This creature was massive, towering over me like a building, and I don’t think the arrow even pierced its skull.

But it was enough to stop it dead in its tracks.

“Get it, Stunk!”

Just then, Zel— Oh, Zel is a male elf. He’s also a succubus-joint obsessed per—um, what I mean to say is, he’s a very sensual person who loves women. At any rate, Zel, who I’d never seen before, yelled from the shadow of a tree, a bow in his hand.

A flash of light tore through the sky. At first, I thought it was a ray of hope straight from God.

A moment later, the monster had fallen to the ground in large pieces, divided along the lacerations wrought by the flash. It was truly impressive swordsmanship.

It was over in a single slash—no, two slashes executed in the same amount of time it would take a normal person to make one.

And just like that, the monster had been felled.

The swordsman was Stunk. He’s also a perv— No, I shouldn’t say anything mean about him. He saved my life.

To be honest, at the time, the two of them looked like true heroes to me. It’s hard to believe they’re actually…well, never mind.

“Are you okay, young…man?”

Stunk was staring hard at me and knitting his brows.

“You an angel? Don’t think I’ve met one o’ you before.”

“Me neither. Not once in two hundred years.”

Stunk and Zel seemed unfazed. The surface world was populated by so many different species; running into someone completely new was probably a common occurrence for them.

Their subdued reactions further reinforced my belief that they were great heroes.

“We’ll drop you off at a town up ahead. Just follow us.”

It was decided just like that. I didn’t even get a chance to show my gratitude.

Looking back, it’s embarrassing to think these two were the only ones I could rely on for help.

“Could you find it in your heart to let me accompany you for the time being? Please, I have nowhere else to turn.”

I was grasping at straws. I was unable to return to Heaven while my halo was broken, and with little knowledge of the world below, I needed someone I could depend on.

But I had no idea what I was in for…

The pair willingly heard my plea. They even went so far as to promise they’d support me as best they could until my halo was repaired.

On one condition.

“When your halo gets fixed, you gotta take us to Heaven!”

And when I asked why…

“Why else? To see if they have succubus joints in Heaven!”

…That’s right.

It may bear repeating, and it seems ungrateful to the ones who saved my life. However…

…Stunk and Zel are reprobate sinners, utterly devoted to the base desires that compose their very beings.

And they expected me to take them to a den of debauchery staffed by angels and gods!

Absolutely unfathomable!

Anyway, shortly after I arrived in town, I…er…ummm…

Urgh… Heaven, forgive me…

Soon after I fell to the surface, I was taken to a succubus joint.

Stunk and Zel covered my fees, and I entered a world of sinful indulgence.

The desire to share pleasure with another is a virtue, is it not?

If you think about it that way, they’re actually upstanding gentlemen. They’re certainly not evildoers.

But you know…

Now that I think about it……

They knew I was an angel, yet they brought me to a brothel immediately! The nerve!

To be honest, being there made me even more nervous than when I had gotten cornered by that vicious monster. My face was on fire, and I was completely out of my element.

I had no idea what I was doing!

By the way, the place we visited was called Meow Meow Paradise.

The establishment was staffed exclusively by cat hybrids, and their enthusiastic meows were oddly alluring. Given it had only taken that small amount of stimulation to rouse my interest, I started to panic.

“This is his first time, so make sure he gets a good one.”

Oh, Zel, you were so considerate.

Thanks to him, my girl was a real winner…though I still think it’s impolite to talk about women that way.

Regardless, it has to be said. The succu-girl I got paired with was delightful, to say the least… Her name was Mii. She was covered in soft fur from head to toe, and there was a striped pattern on her ears and tail. Her expression was dripping with lust, as if she had just sniffed catnip.

For the first time in my life, I felt a strange sensation between my legs.

“Meow… I’ve never been with an angel before.”

Atop the bed in our playroom, Mii hugged me from behind. Though it goes without saying, I felt two soft lumps pressing into my back.

They were oh so plush. And because they were covered in fur, the tighter she gripped herself against me, the more I felt myself sinking into them.

The pliability of her prodigious pair was a godsent miracle. I could feel my mind starting to melt…

Ah, how I adore breasts…

Oh, but this is a common opinion! In fact, Stunk and Zel love breasts on an instinctual level! To deny them their love is to deny a living organism the foundation of its identity!

…Though if I made that argument to God, God would probably say That’s not true at all.

I wonder if I fell from grace the moment I fell from Heaven…

It was easy to think that way because…Mii’s breasts were so big.

Later on, when I asked Stunk, he said she was probably a G-cup, or maybe even an H-cup. Faced with a such a titanic bust, it was small wonder I became so stiff. And by that, I mean I was so nervous, I was practically frozen solid. Though I would be lying if I said I wasn’t also hard down there…

“Is it your furrrst time in a place like this?”

I was too flustered to answer her. It was indeed my first time at a succubus joint, and I was already in over my head. I was captivated by her sweet scent, her exploring hands, her delicate paw pads, her breasts she kept glued to me, her breasts she smushed against my back, her paw pads, her pillowy thighs…and her breasts.

Did I mention her breasts yet…?

“Why don’t we rrrinse off in the shower?”

I blindly followed her lead. I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself otherwise. I just assumed if I did as she asked, heaven would await me in the end. I’m so sorry, God.

Once I surrendered myself to her, the things I experienced were nothing short of divine.

I had delved into an unknown world of slippery, syrupy, and sensual bliss. In other words, she was washing me in the bath… Well, I call it washing, but in truth, it was more of a full-body rubdown, with every inch of my flesh at the mercy of her paws. It felt so good.

“You’re thin, but your skin is so soft, just like a girl’s… Down here, however, you’re a regular lady-killer. ”

Mii gulped a number of times to keep herself from drooling in between phrases like “My god,” “It’s unbelievable,” “So big,” “Bad boy,” and “This torture device would make any woman scream.”

Back then, I wasn’t familiar with the many ways men and women spoke to each other. I thought she was genuinely upset with me, and I started to sniffle and tear up.

“Is it really…sniffle… Is it really that bad?”

“Bad? It’s pawsitively evil… You are in so much trouble. I need to punish you right meow.”

Mii let out a mischievous giggle as she ran a paw over my torture device.

“Oh—!”

Lightning raced up my thighs, and I jumped. As her soapy, wet fingers traveled up and down the length of it, my entire body was awash with minute electric shocks.

“Ah— Oh, umm— Oh, ohhh?! What the…? What—unnnh…!”

The rain cloud over my head vanished in the blink of an eye. I became focused, body and soul, on the wondrous numbing sensation.

I had yet to comprehend that what I was feeling was pleasure.

Overwhelmed, all I could do was cry out as I latched onto Mii’s chest for dear life.

“Hahh, ungh, wait… Mii, please wait…!”

“I don’t think so. It was awfully naughty of you to conceal such a lethal weapon between your legs. I’m gonna have to get serious, so prepare yourself, okay? This is legitimate self-defense…!”

Mii then launched into a feat of acrobatics unlike anything I had ever seen before. She unleashed her special move: a concentrated erotic massage using her paws, breasts, and everything else. How she managed to effortlessly glide her entire body from base to tip and back again, I’ll never know. Words simply can’t do it justice.

There wasn’t a single shop I visited afterward that provided a similar experience. As it turns out, Mii’s rough, feline tongue effectively barred her from the realm of oral pleasure, and that was what prompted her to perfect other techniques.

In no time at all, I was twitching and writhing and then—

Yes.

I came.

“Meowww… Wow… Oh my god…it’s still coming out! A big load for a big boy. And you’re still so hard! How about it? Got another one in ya?”

I ended up cumming three more times after that. Ropes of thick, sticky fluid covered Mii’s face, hands, and chest.

It was so viscous, I was worried it would get stuck in her fur and be impossible to remove without some special cleansing lube. I had never imagined my body could produce such…volume. It had a peculiar smell to it, too…

“Mmm, I love this smell.”

Mii playfully swished some around in her mouth. She then opened wide and swirled it around her rough tongue, and I could see the myriad threads of white. It was the height of eroticism.

“I usually charge extra for this, but…it’s your first time, and your milk is so sweet and delicious. As an extra special treat, I’ll drink it all right meow.”

Gulp.

Mii fervently swallowed my heavy cream.

“Mmph…glug… Pfah! Thanks for the snack.”

She graciously took my impurity within herself. I couldn’t hold back and I… I, um…

I returned to the bath with her and came one more time.

But I still wasn’t finished. I felt like I could keep going forever.

That was around the time I slipped up and got careless…

She ended up figuring it out—my secret, that is.

“Oh me, oh my, what have we here? Dear customer, could it be…?”

As Mii washed my body with cleansing lube, her chest pressed up against my crotch—against a deeper place between my thighs—and her slit-shaped pupils contracted.

“You’re a boy…and a girl?”

…Yes, that’s right.

We angels are intersex. It seems this isn’t common knowledge on the surface.

We don’t really have breasts, but we do have both kinds of bits between our legs.

If Stunk and the other pervs found out, they would probably try to jump me…or that was my fear anyway. As a precaution, I decided to keep my lady bits a secret.

“Purrrr.”

I didn’t really understand the intent behind Mii’s mischievous glance. I was in a succubus joint, where any and all words and gestures contained worlds of hidden meaning.

The truth only came out in bed.

“Let’s make your furrrst time a pawsitive experience. Just relax and enjoy.”

As I lay faceup on the bed, Mii straddled me.

My body squirmed with anticipation as I thrashed about below.

She teased her entrance over the tip.

She was about to swallow me whole…

There was no turning back…

The world grew hazy…or maybe I was just flustered. At any rate, I had been completely swept up in her momentum.

“Mmm, nya!”

Undeterred by my hesitation, Mii slid me inside all at once. I was engulfed by a hot, slippery sensation, and before I could even fully process what I was feeling—pshooo!

I blew another load as easily as one would exchange greetings.

“Mnf…hff…hee-hee, you sure have a lot of energy for a first-timer.”

After seeing how happy Mii looked, I couldn’t help feeling a little proud of myself.

Getting to finish inside her was indescribable. That said, I wasn’t given the chance to savor the lingering sense of ecstasy.

“Here comes the hurricane.”

As I struggled with pointless thoughts like Is hurricane another name for male genitalia? Mii fell upon me with reckless abandon. My concerns hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Her hip work was otherworldly. She was a feline, after all… There was no limit to her body’s potential for smooth, coordinated movement.

Her tail danced wildly as she grinded back and forth, side to side, ’round and ’round. The way she moved made it abundantly clear that she had no intention of showing me any mercy.

That must have been how the monster felt right before Stunk killed it.

“Unh, I c-can’t, I can’t, oh God…! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming—!!”

Immediately, I came inside again. With my last shot depleted, I was running on empty.

Looking back on my experience, it’s a wonder the sheer ecstasy didn’t leave me in a vegetative state.

“Mmm, meowww! I can’t believe you still came so much! You have a cute face, but your sexual appetite is off the charts, you horny little angel…”

Mii had taken to nuzzling her cheek against mine when she was happy. By then, I was drunk on the feeling of her soft fur. Being close enough to nuzzle me meant she was also close enough for me to feel her breasts pressing against me.

But no matter how I drowned in pleasure, it seemed Mii wasn’t done with me just yet…

“Now then, I wonder what’ll happen when I do this.”

I could feel something long and fluffy prodding at my pearly gates.

It was her tail.

“Ah—!”

A voice I had never heard before leaked out of my own mouth. As my femininity took the reins, a gasp of pleasure escaped my nose.

Up to that point, my gates had been shut tight to the world. But now, the dam was fit to burst. Not to mention, my ivory tower, yet to fall, was still buried in Mii’s warmth.

I had no energy left to resist.

“Ahh, no…! Not there…! Please, anywhere but there!”

“Don’t you worry, kitten. I’ll be much gentler than a man ever would…”

…I don’t think I need to explain what happened next.

That day, I lost my virginity. Twice.

Mii’s fluffy cat-tail made short work of me. I didn’t even have the luxury of writhing in exhaustion.

Both halves of my sex were screaming.

“Hahh…hahh…hahh…hahh! Oh Goddd…!!”

As my gateway erupted, my tower followed suit.

An unrelenting deluge.

There was no end to it.

Manna rained ceaselessly from my dual heavens.

How could I, a tainted angel, ever hope to show my face in front of God or my fellows again?

“Purrr… What a feast that was. Your O-face was the icing on the cake, my little angel.”

Mii affectionately kneaded my head with her paw pads as she spoke. The praise she lavished me with helped ease the guilt, if only a little.

I felt so dirty. Despite all that has happened, I am still an angel.

Maybe having my reentry into Heaven barred by my broken halo was a blessing in disguise…

It hasn’t been fixed yet, so for the moment, I remain on the surface. In an attempt to support myself, I took a job at a local pub called Ye Pubbe.

Sometimes, I write reviews of succubus joints that then get posted on the bulletin board at the pub, and that brings in a little money, too. I am finally making enough to live in relative comfort.

…And I still visit succubus joints often.

Or no— Not really! I only really go when Stunk invites me!

I almost never go…of my own volition. I’m not like Stunk. I’m not a slave to the compass swinging between my legs!

What’s more, my gates have remained firmly shut ever since.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy myself, but having both bits stimulated at the same time was way too much for me. It felt amazing, yet terrifying, and a little embarrassing.

That’s why when I found myself at this new shop, I found it hard to relax right away.

*

Crim stopped talking and waited for their partner’s reaction. It was the first time they had shared their sexual history with a new companion. She made them feel comfortable enough to lay their heart bare, right then and there.

“…I see.”

Elza spoke slowly and gently, stroking Crim’s shoulder. The two of them were lying face-to-face in bed as they spoke.

“It sounds like you’ve been through a lot.”

“I have… I really have.”

“Hmm…”

The hand on Crim’s shoulder wasn’t overly sympathetic. There was no overt sense of compassion or ulterior motive of seduction.

She was simply stroking their shoulder. It did wonders to put Crim at ease.

Though the succu-girl appeared brusque, something about her demeanor was oddly reassuring.

“Elza…”

Elza was a hyena hybrid—tall and slender, with sharp, almost masculine eyes. Her protruding muzzle contributed to her cut physique.

Crim’s traveling companion had said, “This place might be a little different than what you’re used to.”

What’s more, Crim had chosen Elza personally. As they had suspected, she was just their type.

With Elza, Crim’s femininity issued a powerful response. Even now, the woman within them wanted nothing more than to be with her.

Their dynamic was partly due to the unique theme of this particular establishment.

The Genderswap Inn.

At this succubus joint, male customers could use a special potion to change their sex and experience the ecstasy of the female form directly.

When Crim took the potion, their member completely disappeared, leaving only their lady bits.

Crim thought selecting a more masculine playmate would be better at helping them get in touch with their feminine side.

“Go ahead and relax. You chose me, so I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”

Elza whispered into Crim’s ear and ran her fingers through their golden locks. Their heart was beating out of their chest.

Oh wow… She’s something else…

If Elza hadn’t had such round, full breasts, Crim might have mistaken her for a man. And yet she was so much more magnificent than any man Crim had ever met. Plus, she had all the beauty and warmth of a woman; how could one person be so perfect?

Crim’s chest was pounding even harder. Their inner maiden had been fully awakened.

“Stick out your tongue,” commanded Elza as she placed a palm on Crim’s cheek.

The sudden order made their heart skip a beat.

“L-like ziss?”

“Good girl.”

As Crim sheepishly poked their tongue out from between their lips, Elza playfully nipped at it with her fangs. She then applied pressure while teasing the tip with her own tongue.

This combination of soft bite and numbing tickle melted Crim’s nervousness away, giving way to arousal as their fire was lit.

“Hff…mmm…shlp…shlp…ahhhh.”

Crim opened their mouth wider, and their tongue began to dance, all the while intertwined with Elsa’s. The sounds of their kiss echoed around the room.

“Hey, you’re not half-bad.”

Elza received Crim’s kisses like an owner with a fawning puppy. She welcomed the angel’s enthusiastic tongue movements and matched their rhythm, occasionally evading to enhance the tension.

It’s like my tongue is melting… My God…

This was a pleasure Crim could never experience in Heaven. Such a thing was forbidden, of course.

Yet Elza’s hands gently caressing Crim’s head and shoulder dispersed their fears like flour in a bowl of water. She kneaded the dough, set it aflame, and what was the result…? A perfectly plump, piping-hot loaf of passion.

Well, a certain something was missing at the moment, so Crim had nothing “plump” to speak of—but in its place, their remaining portion was hot and ready.

“Ohh, what should I…I…I…ahh…”

Crim’s body shuddered with an unfamiliar feeling. This was all new. Losing one part had allowed Crim to focus all their pleasure on the other.

When Crim was erect, they could feel their masculinity bellowing All right, time to crush it! It was an intense, violent impulse most unbecoming of an angel.

Yet right now, Crim’s femininity was cooing Ohhh, my kitty’s been so lonely! Just where the hell did that come from? It was jarring enough to give Crim pause.

Crim covered their face with both hands.

“Don’t you worry about a thing. Just let me take care of you.”

The words shot straight to their heart, making Crim sopping wet in an instant.

Elza shifted her body. A wet schlick leaked from between Crim’s thighs.

“Hah, ahh—!”

“Easy there. I’ve been inside you for a while now. Still not used to it yet?”

Elza shifted again—not her hands or her legs, but her hips. The curved, red probe between her thighs had already been well acquainted with Crim.

Indeed, female hyenas possessed a pseudophallus that resembled the male penis. Elza had been inside Crim for the majority of their bedtime.

Before the festivities, Crim and Elza had both washed their bodies in the bath and gotten nice and clean. Incidentally, Elza’s tongue had given Crim’s slit an extra vigorous scrubbing, causing them to climax not once but thrice. When she playfully nibbled Crim’s clitoris, they were so consumed by ecstasy, they feared they might actually return to Heaven.

After moving to the bed, Crim was hopelessly hypnotized by Elza’s attentiveness and consideration.

She’s so, so wonderful… How many times had Crim had that thought?

The way she carried on their conversation while ever-so-slightly inside Crim was beyond sensual.

With our bodies joined like this, even a simple chat makes me so happy…

Elza’s every movement was delicate, as promised. Thanks to how gentle she was, Crim felt like they could let out everything that had been welling up within their chest.

Crim’s body felt light, as did their heart.

“Hnh… Elza…”

Crim was coaxed into the position Elza desired. They were now lying on their side, with their back to Elza.

“I’m going to make you mine.”

Elza grabbed hold of Crim from behind and pulled them close. The feeling of her breasts against Crim’s back served as a reminder of her femininity. She lightly stroked Crim’s upper arm, and they shuddered in anticipation.

…It’s coming.

The heat of Elza’s rod slowly rose through Crim’s lower abdomen.

“A-ah… Ahh! I can feel you so deeply…!”

Crim was drenched and shuddering relentlessly. Greedily, they took Elza in deeper and deeper, becoming numb.

“Good girl. You let me all the way in.”

“Oh my… I’m…so embarrassed.”

“I’m not gonna stop, so feel whatever you want.”

In spite of her brusque voice, Elza’s movements were the epitome of grace; they were nowhere near as forceful as her words, and if anything, they gave Crim the reprieve needed to reach climax all on their own.

“Oh, I…I’m…I’m gonna—!”

In a breathtaking show of force, the space between Crim’s thighs exploded with love nectar. Crim was perplexed by the amount of liquid one angelic body could possess, but the real show was yet to begin…

Elza continued exploring their depths…

Squik.

…and the moment she touched down on their final frontier, they exploded once more.

As Crim’s face blanched, another spot on the bed was hit by a tide of white.

“Haahhh, ahh—!!”

“Did you finish? You’re too cute.”

Crim was absolutely intoxicated, surrendering to Elza as their hips bucked violently.

Their mind all but shut off as they tasted unholy ascension.

Elza halted her hips, allowing Crim to savor the moment. Her arms tightened around them. Their hands clasped. Fingers intertwined.

She nipped at Crim’s ear.

“Ahh— Elza, Elza…!”

As their bodies wove together, Elza’s tender embrace prolonged Crim’s euphoria. Even as the ivory tide began to recede, Crim’s contentment never wavered.

“So? You understand a woman’s pleasure a little better now?”

“Ooh…y-yes, I—I think I do…um…but…”

As Crim finally settled down, an extraneous thought entered their mind.

“I wasn’t able to be as tender and affectionate as you.”

Crim’s voice cracked with guilt. Elza nuzzled Crim’s cheek, encouraging them to say more.

“I’ve always told myself I would be gentle with the succu-girls I spent time with…but I’m nowhere near as skilled as you, Elza. Sometimes, I lose all control and become completely absorbed in thrusting…and thrusting, and thrusting…”

Crim knew their worries were unfounded. The services at a succubus joint should only be provided by the succu-girl. As long as customers didn’t cross the line, the only thing they needed to concern themselves with was their own pleasure.

But Crim was an angel—ultimately conscientious of others.

If someone makes me feel good, I’d like to be able to return the favor.

They had only returned to dry land for a moment before hearing Elza say, “I’m gonna get a little rough, okay?”

“Y-yes…okay.”

“All right—ungh!”

Elza thrusted deep inside Crim.

“Ohh—!”

A jolt of pleasure tore through Crim and caused them to jump. Elza pumped with newfound vigor.

“Unhh, unf— Hnnh, ahh, hyaaa—!!”

Crim cried out as if they were the only one in the room. Though their secret garden had shared its bounty numerous times already, it eagerly welcomed the return of its favorite visitor. The now-familiar sensation caused Crim’s eyes to roll back in their head.

Plap, plap, shlick, schlick, plap, plap, schlick, schlick—

Crim’s taut, youthful limbs were beaded with sweat, and their inner thighs were slick with fluid. Elza didn’t seem to mind that her fur was now damp with it. As she thrust in and out, her only focus was maximizing Crim’s pleasure.

“You’re getting lost in it, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm, mmf…yes… The feeling of you gripping my waist and slamming into me over and over again—!!”

“Is it too rough for you?”

Posing this question as she churned Crim’s insides, there was only one response.

“Mmn, ngah— N-no, I don’t mind.”

Crim loved it. They loved feeling this good. They were becoming absolutely enamored with Elza.

“It’s the same way for the professionals. A customer could be as sweet as can be, or they could simply see us as a means to an end. We accept all circumstances—within reason—and make sure that everyone enjoys themselves as much as possible. That’s what makes a good succu-girl.”

Elza’s movements eased up, if only slightly. Now she was teasing Crim with her hands and mouth. Her fluffy fur rubbed against the angel, her tongue showered them with canine kisses, and her fangs and claws added playful prickles.

“Ah, ahh, I’ve never felt this way before…!”

Every element of Elza’s tenderness sent a small wave of bliss washing over Crim, stoking their fire, body, and soul.

Below, Elza’s hip movements had grown rhythmic, taking care not to cause Crim the slightest ounce of discomfort. Though their shared performance had entered its final act, Crim felt no less at peace.

They could feel their peak nearing, little by little.

“I…I’m…so happy…”

Crim’s body curled in on itself, as did their toes. And so, for the final time that day, Crim embraced their inner woman as they ascended.

“Don’t feel like you have to discount your happiness. I’ll be here to hold you whenever you need.”

Elza cradled Crim as the two basked in the afterglow. Crim could feel her ample bust against their back and felt right at home. They could finally accept their love of breasts, and as an added bonus, they also came to terms with the masochistic thoughts that usually accompanied such an epiphany.

With Elza, Crim didn’t have to stifle their indulgent moans.

“You’ve got a pretty nice voice.”

Elza’s deep voice sent Crim’s feminine heart aflutter.

And so the sweet angel reveled in the rapture of the female experience.

*

Thus concluded Crim’s review of the Genderswap Inn. The establishment easily rose to the top of their tier list.

Crim’s first sexual experience, which they were goaded into, focused on their male bits and had been far too intense. But this time, they were able to choose their own partner and focus on their female side, which made for a completely different experience.

The world was far vaster than they had ever realized.

There might be succubus joints out there that are even more incredible.

Crim had become obsessed with succu-girls. Though they appeared feminine at a glance, in their heart, they were no different than Stunk and the others. None were immune to the draw of the compass.

Not even Crim, who enjoyed the best of both worlds.

Thanks to their experience with Elza, Crim no longer felt obligated to bring their sword into every battle.

“I guess Crim’s more of a fallen angel now, eh…?”

“He chose a hyena girl with a penis? He definitely knows something we don’t.”

“And his cock is bigger than any of ours to boot…”

“What manner of beast have we unleashed unto the world…?”

Crim didn’t realize that Stunk and the others were singing their praises.

For them, it was just another busy day at Ye Pubbe.

When I make some more money, I’d like to visit the succubus district again.

Even Crim had thoughts like this from time to time.

And in no time at all, a dog hybrid staggered into Ye Pubbe and shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

“Ah, Brooz, welcome.”

“…Mm.”

Brooz stared at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes. He was still suffering the aftereffects of his visit to Kama Sutra.

“…Crim, gimme an ale.”

“Coming right up. By the way, does your nose feel better yet?”

“Mm, yeah. I’d almost forgotten about that… It’s more of a mental thing, really. I guess I just let it get to me… ’Kay, time to snap out of it and move on!”

Brooz gave a quick slap to his fuzzy face to psych himself up. There was no immediate change, however, as he still seemed lost in thought.

A moment later, Crim returned with an ale.

“Sorry to keep you waiting; here’s your order. Also, have you been sleeping well, Brooz? You’re practically glowing.”

Brooz couldn’t admit that he just slept way too much. For obvious reasons, getting an early night’s sleep was an utterly foreign concept at Ye Pubbe.

He took a swig of ale and licked his chops.

“Yeah, I was asleep before I knew it…or rather…”

“Why’re you making the same dreamy face I usually make right after I bust a nut? You find a next-level succubus joint or something?”

“Yeah, Brooz, you can tell us. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

The delinquent duo, Stunk and Zel, poked at Brooz’s cheeks in between japes.

No less interested, Crim paused midfloat, eagerly awaiting the dog hybrid’s answer.

“Actually, I met someone.”

“Who—?”

Brooz took another pull of ale. His next words were a shining beacon for all compasses in attendance.

“The succu-girl of urban legend…the Time-Traveling Temptress.”