54. The Curse of Beauty_2

The sight of her was incredibly striking—a voluptuous figure that one glance could not ignore, long purple hair, curved horns, an alluring face, the wings on her back, and that signature heart-shaped tail. Apart from lacking the authentic Succubus's inverted joints and cloven hooves, my sister was the epitome of a Succubus Witch herself.

Unfortunately, any fantasies or wicked thoughts that one might have had were promptly frozen and withered away by the piercing, ice-cold glare of my sister's eyes.

Although my sister possessed the strength of a succubus, her personality was anything but seductive. She was a true-blue Armed Witch who believed strictly in the principle that one should act rather than talk whenever possible; otherwise, she wouldn't have earned the notorious reputation of the Great Demon King in the outside world.

Luckily, she was always quite gentle with me, her little sister.