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“Where am I?” he asked. His throat was dry, but his mind was ice.

Kaito stood, brushing dust off his unfamiliar clothes—black linen, fitted, with too many buckles. “I didn’t say nothing. I said your tricks won’t work.” He walked to the window. The city writhed below: dancers in endless twilight, markets selling whispered secrets, alleys where shadows moved with purpose. “So. How do I get home?” Mumasekai Lost In The World Of Succubi WORK

He sat up too fast. Around him, four figures lounged on oversized cushions. They were beautiful in the way a trap is beautiful: perfect symmetry, too-long limbs, eyes that held galaxies of mischief. Succubi. He knew the lore. He’d tested eighteen different games about them last year alone. “Where am I

“I tested lust simulators for four years,” Kaito said flatly. “I’ve seen every permutation of temptation coded into existence. You can’t seduce a man who’s already read the source code of his own fantasies.” “I didn’t say nothing

The silver-haired one—her name, he would later learn, was Vesper—narrowed her eyes. “Every living thing desires something. Power. Safety. Revenge. Touch.”