1 Chapter 1: Reborn as a Succubus

"Hahaha, people of your world, do you all long to travel to other worlds? Why are all the books written in this genre?"

Seated high on her throne, the young girl laughs heartily while holding her phone, her pale golden eyes shimmering with tears of laughter.

With waist-long pure white hair, a knee-length white dress, white open-toe sandals, and a hologram-like white halo behind her, this divine young girl, who seems as if she stepped right out of a fantasy novel, is a true deity from another world.

Mike's "fortunate" encounter with this somewhat frivolous goddess is due to three reasons: his frail health and tendency to fall; his addiction to staying up late without sleeping; and his poor, unhygienic diet...

As a result, he's often in a sub-healthy state and quietly meets this otherworldly goddess in his spirit form during the still of the night.

"Wanting to travel or be reborn in another world depends on the mood of this deities here. It's not just as you wish... Well, your world is indeed utterly boring."

"Yeah, if you say so..."

Still not recovered from the shock of his sudden change, Mike, now in spirit form, sits cross-legged in front of the goddess, bored and listlessly watching her fiddle with her phone.

"Let me see your browsing history, wow~ cross-dressing, foot fetish, masochism..."

"Stopppppppppp! Don't read that out loud!"

It's like the ultimate humiliation to have one's browsing history read aloud, something so embarrassing that people often instruct their friends to destroy their computer hard drives immediately after their demise.

"Hahaha ~ Don't be shy~ I quite like you. How about visiting my world? Pfft..."

"Go ahead and laugh..."

Watching Mike turn his head away unwillingly, the goddess laughs so hard she slaps her milky thigh. She stands up from the throne, casually tosses her phone aside, and walks over to Mike with a cat-like grace, closely examining his face, now flushed with embarrassment.

"You're quite the beauty. I'll add a little surprise for you..."

"What are you muttering about?"

Mike didn't understand why she would describe him as a "beauty" This so-called goddess's personality is truly detestable. He wonders what kind of world she rules over...

He doesn't know if he has a choice, but if possible, Mike would prefer a world without suffering and sadness, where he could enjoy life to the fullest.

"Alright! I've chosen your new identity in my world. From now on, your name is Leoni, sounds like 'Loli,' right? Cough cough, the language will adapt automatically, and I'll also give you the ability to see others' levels... Let me think, what else~ what else~..."

The white halo behind the goddess flickers as she wears a rare, serious expression.

Unsure of his fate, Mike really can't laugh at this moment, mainly because the goddess seems too unreliable!

"Just to let you know, my world is ruled by women, and one's status is determined by their level of magical power. I'll always be watching you, so make sure to bring me some entertainment, my 'little Loli'~"

'Hmm... a world ruled by women doesn't sound too bad. Who could resist the embrace of a big sister?'

'But the goddess mentioned that status is determined by magical power level. What level will my magic be when I am just reborn? Surely not the lowest level…?'

'If this goddess personally orchestrates the rebirth, it's very likely!'

"Wait a minute! Hey!"

Before Mike could even voice his question, everything around him blurred. He felt his soul bouncing back and forth countless times between heaven and hell, his head spinning and on the verge of vomiting before finally settling back to calmness.

He finds himself in a room adorned in cherry blossom pink, with a wine-red carpet and a round bed draped with a row of crystal lights. The ambiance of the room seems quite off, resembling the decor one might find in a love hotel.

Reminding himself that he's in a matriarchal world, he expects that anyone who might enter through the brown wooden door would be a beautiful, curvaceous elder sister...

Glancing unintentionally at the full-length mirror in the room, Mike walks over curiously to see what he looks like in this world.

"This… this… Ahhhhhhhh!"

Shocked beyond words, Mike screams and falls backward onto the velvet carpet.

'Who is this person in the mirror?'

With shoulder-length gray-white hair, crimson red eyes, and a pair of pitch-black "demon horns" on 'his' head.

Looking at his naked self, Mike instinctively covers himself with his hands. His skin is as smooth and creamy as butter.

A slender tail extends from the end of his tailbone, moving uncontrollably with a heart-shaped tip.

Seeing himself like this, Mike's brain completely freezes.

'What has this goddess done to me? Couldn't she have made my rebirth a bit more normal?'

The fact that "little Mike" is still there indicates that his gender hasn't changed, and the real demon horns and tail mean... he's become a demon! 'Is this a good or bad thing? Demons in the novels are usually quite powerful, right?'

'But my appearance seems a bit too "seductive" for a matriarchal world's male standard, doesn't it?'

"Newcomer! Why are you shouting all of a sudden?" An impatient demoness bursts in without even knocking on the door, unbothered by the sight of Mike curled up naked in front of the mirror.

"Leoni, right? Hurry up and get dressed; class is about to start."

She leaves without even closing the door for him. Mike, one hand covering his chest and the other his lower body, looks out the door with tearful eyes, resembling someone who's just been "bullied."

The corridor outside is bustling, as if a grand event is about to take place, with all the scantily clad demonesses heading in the same direction. No one even glances into the wide-open room.

Trembling, Mike closes the door and sees the clothes laid out on the table... and swallows hard.

These clothes, would he really not get arrested for "indecent exposure" wearing them? In his original world, such attire would only appear in certain movies with mysterious codes.

The glossy patent leather bra barely covers Mike's chest, and after awkwardly pulling up the matching underwear, the only other item on the table is a collar with a pendant. His milky white skin is largely exposed.

Putting on the black high heels placed by the door, Mike hesitates for a long time before finally mustering the courage to step out.

Walking along the carpeted corridor, Mike's heart races. He feels every eye on him, recalling the last time he felt this uncomfortable was when he cross-dressed for a comic convention.

Distracted and looking down, Mike accidentally bumps into someone. As he's about to apologize, he looks up to find a tall female demon standing before him, hands on hips.

"What's your name, little brother? It's been a long time since a boy appeared in the Succubus Academy..."

'Succubus Academy! That unnamed goddess! I... I...'

Mike's inner voice roars, but he's at a loss whether to blame or thank her...