"Ahh~... this is life," I purred, sinking into the hot, steaming water of the bathtub.
The water was fragrant with rose petals and expensive— in my old world— oils, a stark contrast to the dusty, grimy apartment I was in. Ron, bless his pathetic little heart, used his meager savings to get me the best bath bomb and scented candles he could find at a corner store.
The sight of him frantically rushing around, trying to make the tiny, dirty bathroom presentable for me was... amusing.
I deserved a bit of pampering after that 'work'. Ron was a decent meal, a quick, energizing snack that had taken the edge off my initial post-summoning hunger. The rush of mana from his orgasm was like a shot of high-proof liquor, warming me from the inside out.
But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
As I soaked, letting the heat soothe my muscles, I thought about my next steps. The second wish was for Ron's sister. It was a transactional necessity, a way to secure his loyalty and solidify our contract. But the first wish, the wish for revenge... that was where the real fun would be.
Anyway, our top priority right now is making money. A lot of it. So I can make sure that the girl, Akira, gets the best care possible. And to do that, I need to start hunting.
I reached for my smartphone, a device that had become my new best friend. With a few taps, I was on a dating app, swiping through a sea of potential prey.
However, I quickly abandoned this idea, at least for now. Hunting on a dating app was like fishing with a net. Sure, you'd catch something, but it was often small and unsatisfying.
Moreover, my former male human mind still had some pride.
That left me with one option.
Dungeon hunting.
One of the fastest and most effective ways to make money in this world, and a great way to test my new powers.
And Neo-Tokyo had plenty of dungeons. They were dimensional rifts that spewed out monsters and treasures, a constant threat and a constant opportunity.
They were ranked from F to SSS, based on the danger level and the rewards. F-rank dungeons were basically glorified pest control. SSS-rank dungeons were world-ending threats.
I was a complete unknown in this world. I needed to start at the bottom.
"F-rank it is," I muttered to myself, my fingers flying across the screen. I found plenty of low-rank dungeons near the city, and I even found a forum where aspiring adventurers were looking for parties.
I'll just go alone. I didn't need a party. I had the devouring blade and a pussy that could make a god cry.
"Ron must go too," I said to myself.
He needs to level up, too, both literally and figuratively. And what better way to do that than by fighting for his life?
Plus, he was my contractor. His growth was, in a way, my growth. The stronger he became, the more potent his mana would be.
The more... delicious he would become.
I stepped out of the tub, the water cascading off my crimson skin. I dried myself with a fluffy towel, the rough texture a pleasant sensation against my sensitive skin.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. The body was a masterpiece of lethal curves and deadly grace. The golden eyes held an ancient, predatory intelligence.
"Hey, system, are you here?" I asked out loud.
Ding!
A translucent screen, shimmering with ethereal light, materialized before my eyes.
[Yes, Host Azariel. How may I assist you?]
"Has something happened to my body during the summoning?" I asked, flexing my fingers. "I felt... stronger. More complete."
[Negative. Your physical form has not been altered. The sensation you experienced is due to the removal of the Unspoken Realm's environmental suppressors.]
"Suppressors?" I raised an eyebrow.
[Correct. The Unspoken Realm is a demonic domain of extreme magical density. This environment, while nourishing, inherently restricts the full expression of alien abilities, such as your Nephalem's angelic side. You have been operating with a limiter.]
I stared at the screen, my mind reeling.
A limiter?
All this power, this overwhelming strength I felt... and it was just me with the brakes taken off?
"So you mean I was only at half strength back there?" I said.
[Precisely. Now, in Blue Star's comparatively diluted magical field, you are operating without those restrictions.]
"Oh, this is going to be fun." I grinned, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my lips.
[Host, I recommend you switch to your angelic side. This world is abundant with holy energy, which will greatly enhance your abilities.]
"Holy energy? Me? An angel?" I almost laughed. "A fallen angel, perhaps. A hermaphrodite demon with angelic wings, that's more like it."
[Wandering around with red skin, horns, and a tail will attract a lot of attention. Switching to your angelic side will allow you to blend in more easily.]
"Good point," I said. "Let's try it."
I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation within me. I reached inside myself, past the demonic, lustful fire that roared in my core, searching for that other part of me. The part that was light and order.
It was there. A quiet, steady hum beneath the chaos.
I focused on it, pulling it to the forefront.
This was my first time activating the [Nephalem Form] without using the system.
Soon, my body started to change.
The crimson skin of my arms and legs paled, fading to a creamy, pearlescent white. The small, curved horns receded into my scalp, disappearing without a trace. The long, spaded tail withered away, retracting into my lower back.
Even the texture of my hair changed, the raven black shifting to a shimmering, silver-white that cascaded down my back. My amber eyes turned into a white-silver color.
But the biggest change was my wings.
Two magnificent, feathery wings, pure white and shot through with veins of faint silver, unfurled from my back. They were huge, powerful, and felt completely alien.
"Whoa..." I breathed, twisting to get a better look.
I turned to the mirror, and the creature staring back was... different. Same face, same body, but the aura was entirely different. The predatory, dangerous sexuality of the succubus was gone, replaced by an aura of ethereal, almost untouchable beauty.
"Beautiful..." I whispered, reaching up to touch my own face. My skin was smooth, flawless, and felt... clean. "... but still reminds me of that bitch, Sol."
My angelic appearance was the same as Sol, the goddess of the sun, my first fuck buddy.
"Speaking of Sol," I remembered something. "System, did you finish organizing her memories?"
Aside from those fragments that revealed to me how depraved the goddess of the sun was, I left the rest of her memories for the system to sort out.
[Only 15% of the memories have been successfully organized, Host. The goddess's memories are vast and chaotic. The remaining data is still being processed.]
"Only 15%? Anything useful I can use?" I asked.
[Yes. Mastery over the Light element, advanced knowledge of holy magic, extensive combat experience against demonic entities, and detailed information on the weaknesses and strengths of various divine and celestial beings.]
'Good,' I thought with a smirk. 'I'll inject this knowledge into my brain later. But for now...'
I retracted my wings, the powerful limbs folding seamlessly into my back. The ability to make them appear and disappear at will was a neat trick. It would make getting around much easier.
Knock! Knock!
"A-Azariel? Are you alright in there?" Ron's timid voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. "I... I brought you my sister's old clothes. I hope they fit."
'I almost forgot about him,' I thought with a sigh.
I opened the door, and Ron's jaw hit the floor.
He was standing there, holding a small stack of neatly folded clothes, his eyes wide with utter shock. He was staring at me, his mouth agape, like he'd seen a ghost.
Or an angel.
"Wha... What happened to you?" he stammered, his eyes roaming over my new form, from my silver-white hair to my now pale skin.
"What? Don't you like this look?" I purred, my voice losing its demonic rasp and gaining a melodic, almost musical quality. I took a step closer, and he flinched back, his face turning a bright shade of red.
I was still naked.
"I... I... You're... white," he finally managed to say, his eyes fixated on my breasts, which, I had to admit, looked quite striking against my new, pale skin.
"It's called a disguise, kid," I said, plucking the clothes from his trembling hands. "Red skin and horns tend to attract a lot of unwanted attention in a city like this."
I turned my back to him and started to get dressed. The clothes were simple: a pair of black jeans and a plain white T-shirt. They were a bit tight, especially around the chest and hips, but they would do.
"Azariel... you're... you're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with a raw, unadulterated awe.
I glanced back at him over my shoulder. He was looking at me with the same desperate, pleading look he had an hour ago before that little 'milking' session.
"Don't worry, I am always beautiful," I said with a wink. "Now, get dressed. We're going out."
"O-out? Where?" he asked, still in a daze.
"Dungeon crawling,"