A Lesser Succubus's Survival Notes in the Dungeon

Succubus top x Fallen Angel bottom (emphasis: don't get the pairing backward!) Ace is a low-level succubus with no memories. Ever since he became conscious, he's been living in a red-light-district tavern in a dungeon. Naturally, a weak, ordinary, low-ranking succubus like him isn't popular with customers, so all he can do is wipe tables and serve drinks. In the dungeon, weak succubi are at the very bottom of the pecking order. Simply staying alive is a blessing, and Ace is easily content. Before work each day, he gives himself a pep talk. His days should have passed in fear, ordinary and uneventful. Until one day, a book appeared beside Ace's bed: Notes on Surviving in a Dungeon as a Low-Level Succubus. On the first day, a line appeared on the page: "Your boss is preparing to sell you. Do as I say, and everything will be taken care of." Work was already hectic enough, so Ace assumed it was someone's prank. But the next day, he accidentally overheard his boss talking to the madam of a brothel. The tavern's demonic enforcer stared straight at him with cold, bloodshot eyes. "Believe me now, little one? Listen to me, and I won't lie to you." The words appeared, coaxing him along. With no other choice, Ace nervously decided to trust the bizarre "book of prophecy." So, as the young succubus watched with a shiver, the book made its first simple request: "Now, lift up your shirt, my child." At first, it only asked him to take off his shirt and lower his waistband. But as the dangers in the dungeon increased, its strange instructions grew more and more outrageous. Not to mention the nasty teasing from all the awful characters around him. The sinister vampire boss, sly as a venomous snake; the young beastman lordling, twisted by the breakdown of a friendship... It was simply unbearable. He resolved to escape from this terrifying dungeon. But it was incredibly difficult. There was always someone who enjoyed tormenting a pitiful succubus with nowhere left to turn. Fortunately, Ace met a kind and elegant fallen angel named Xilin. Mr. Xilin was a good man. He wiped the lost succubus's face clean, gave him fresh clothes, and even generously lent Ace a large sum of gold coins. To keep Ace from feeling awkward, the fallen angel joked, "I'm not giving you this for free. I'm writing a research report about dungeons and succubi. Perhaps you can help me with it." What a good man he was. Blushing, Ace nodded. His plan to escape the dungeon was put on hold for the time being. But the fallen angel was powerful, and there was far less danger when Ace stayed by his side. At last, the annoying notebook fell silent. They went to a dragon's lair to pluck a scale from the tail of a sleeping dragon, visited the mountains where ill-tempered dwarves lived to buy the spirits they had brewed, and stopped at a giant-tree bookstore run by dark elves, where Ace nearly nodded off... This is so nice, Ace couldn't help thinking. I'm so happy. But getting too caught up in happiness isn't a good thing. It often means danger is coming. At last, one night, words appeared in the notebook once more: "In two hours, you will encounter a wave of undead. Good children who listen will still be rewarded with help." "Now, go kiss that fallen angel on the cheek." [End of the preview excerpt!!, The Demon Emperor Keeps Wanting to Have Dragon Eggs with Me] Crown Prince top x Demon Emperor bottom. Strange omens plagued the Nine Provinces, and evil spirits ran rampant in the mortal realm. The Crown Prince took his own life at the altar of the gods to appease Heaven's wrath. The Emperor and Empress were heartbroken, and the people wept day and night. They granted permission for the death knell to be rung twice in farewell to the Crown Prince. Yet as the funeral bell rang, the Crown Prince had already crossed mountains and rivers and desperately climbed his way into the demon court. "The mortal realm is in chaos, and ghosts and monsters are running rampant, but the people are innocent." The young man, who should have been a pampered scion of nobility, was drenched in snow and trembling as he spoke. Still, he stubbornly refused to leave. "Please, Demon Emperor, help me." Their first meeting was a sorry sight, and all he got in return was a sneer. "What do the affairs of the mortal realm have to do with demons?" The cold response was only natural. That was how demons were supposed to be. The Crown Prince, pure as jade and steadfast as a pine, schemed and plotted with all his might, then carefully navigated a foreign land for days. At last, before he could collapse from a high fever, the Demon Emperor took him back to the dragon's lair. "Crown Prince of the human realm." The arrogant, noble black dragon curled his tail around the young man and deliberately breathed a bloody stench against his neck. "Stay with me for three months, and I may help you restore peace to the mortal realm." Later, the Crown Prince returned on dragonback. The ghosts across the Nine Provinces were vanquished, the city gates shut against them, and the evil spirits in the palace were finally eradicated. The people worked hard to rebuild their world. Once everything was settled, the young man secretly returned the Demon Emperor's inner core and severed the bond between them. Their three-month agreement had long since ended. It was time to part. But he had barely taken three steps beyond the city wall, weighed down by parting sorrow, when the great demon blocked his way on top of the wall. "I was only joking with you back then, sweetheart." The Demon Emperor not only stopped him, but shamelessly clung to him, trying to steal a kiss. "Little Highness, have you thought about what I asked you before?" The demon secretly curled the tip of his tail around the Crown Prince's ankle, then declared with utter confidence, "You are an imperial dragon, and I'm descended from true dragons. The eggs we have together will obviously be dragon eggs." Theme: Striving hard