My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 35: The True Personality of the Shameless Succubus

Chapter 35: The True Personality of the Shameless Succubus

Mark froze in the doorway, completely hypnotized, his mind totally blank.

’Something. Anything. I have to say something!’

But his mouth refused to cooperate.

Then Cali’s eyes snapped open.

Her golden eyes—bright and intense behind those reading glasses that gave her a ridiculously scholarly look—locked straight onto Mark.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Cali’s uneven breathing.

Mark could feel his own heart hammering against his ribs.

’Shit. Why didn’t I knock before coming in? Oh, right... because there’s no door. Fantastic.’

And then Cali jolted violently.

"M-Master!" she cried, her voice high-pitched and full of panic.

Cali moved so fast Mark could barely follow it.

In an instant, she had snatched the white silk sheets from beneath her and wrapped them around her body, covering herself completely from neck to knees.

Her face, usually decorated with a provocative and playful smile, was a whole spectacle. Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the sheets tightly against her chest.

Mark blinked, utterly bewildered.

’Wait, what?’

This was completely unexpected.

From the moment Mark had met Cali, she had always behaved provocatively toward him—constantly flirting, teasing him, or trying to seduce him outright with obscene comments and suggestive looks.

She had even told him, right after Vorax’s defeat, that she wanted him to get her pregnant.

And now...

Now she was acting shy?

Embarrassed?

’What the hell is going on?’

Cali remained sitting on the bed, wrapped in the sheets like they were her only line of defense, staring at Mark with wide eyes full of shame.

Her hands gripped the fabric hard against her chest.

Her long, slender tail had coiled around her leg, twitching nervously.

"W-W-What... what are you doing here, Master?" she stammered, her voice shaky and barely audible.

Mark finally recovered the ability to speak.

"I... uh..." he began, feeling strangely guilty for having caught her like this. "Is it forbidden for me to be here?"

Cali blinked, surprised by the question.

"W-What? N-No! That’s not what I meant," Cali said quickly, shaking her head so hard her glasses nearly fell off. "You’re the Dungeon Master now... so you can do whatever you want."

Cali paused, nervously biting her lower lip.

"I just... wasn’t expecting you to come," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "To my room, I mean."

Mark cleared his throat, trying to ignore how awkward the situation was and the fact that he could still see the curve of her bare shoulders above the sheets.

’Focus, idiot. You came here for information, not for... this.’

"I wanted to talk to you," Mark said, trying to keep his tone as professional as possible. "I need information about demons."

Cali blinked again, clearly surprised.

Her expression shifted from embarrassment to confusion.

"About... demons?" she repeated slowly, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.

Mark nodded.

"Yes. Specifically about the Demon Lord’s dungeon."

Cali stayed silent for a moment, processing the question.

Then, slowly, her expression changed from embarrassed to thoughtful. She frowned slightly, and Mark could see her eyes moving behind the lenses, as if searching through her memory.

"The Demon Lord’s dungeon?" Cali said at last, her voice calmer now. "Why do you want to know about that, Master?"

Mark shrugged.

"I’m planning to go there, but something doesn’t add up."

Cali tilted her head, curious.

"What is it?"

"Vorax told me that dungeons collapse when their boss dies," Mark explained, crossing his arms. "But the Demon Lord’s dungeon is still standing. According to Ely and Aria, the Demon Lord was defeated years ago by a group of heroes. So why didn’t the dungeon collapse?"

Cali’s eyes widened with surprise, and for a moment she seemed to forget her embarrassment.

"Ah... that."

Cali paused, choosing her words carefully.

"To be honest, Master, I don’t know much more than anyone else," she admitted, a slight apologetic tone in her voice. "I’ve never left this dungeon since I was born... so my knowledge of the outside world is limited to what I’ve read in the diaries and books left behind by the adventurers who died here over the years."

Mark frowned.

’Great... so she doesn’t really know either.’

But then Cali perked up.

"Although... wait," she said, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. "I think I have a history book that might help. I found it among the belongings of a high-ranking adventurer a few years ago. It had information about the history of the kingdoms in general."

Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"A history book?"

Cali nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. It has pretty detailed information about demons, their origin, and the war that took place. It might also mention something useful about the Demon Lord’s dungeon."

"Where is it?" Mark asked.

Cali glanced toward an improvised bookshelf on the wall—a simple wooden plank resting on two large stones.

"It should be up there," she said, pointing to the top shelf. "On the left side, I think. It’s a big book with a brown leather cover."

Still holding the sheets with one hand, Cali carefully climbed down from the bed, making sure the fabric covered her body completely.

Mark watched as she walked toward the shelf, struggling to keep the sheets wrapped around herself as she moved.

It was almost a comical scene: a succubus dragging white sheets across the floor while trying to preserve her dignity.

That was when Mark noticed the small desk in the corner of the room.

There were books stacked on it, some open, others closed with makeshift bookmarks made of fabric strips, along with quills, several bottles of black ink, and multiple scrolls covered in elegant, careful handwriting.

’She writes?’

Mark took a step closer, curious.

Some of the scrolls contained drawings: rough maps of the dungeon corridors, sketches of monsters, diagrams of traps.

Others looked like stories or tales, written in surprisingly neat lettering.

Mark looked at Cali with renewed interest.

The dungeon succubus—the one who constantly teased Ely and Aria with provocative comments and never stopped making sexual innuendos—seemed completely different now.

’This Cali was shy, reserved, and apparently... a nerd? So this is her true personality... and the provocative Cali is just a mask.’

Mark couldn’t help but smile at the contrast.

And seeing her with those reading glasses made the whole image almost comical.

’A bookworm succubus... heh. Never thought I’d see that.’

Though, thinking about it, it made sense. She had been alone in this dungeon her whole life. Books had probably been her only companions.

Cali reached the bookshelf and stretched to grab one of the books from the top shelf.

But it was too high, just barely out of her reach.

Cali frowned and rose onto her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as she could while still holding the sheets with her other hand.

Her fingers brushed the side of the book, but she couldn’t grasp it.

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.

She looked around, searching for something she could use to reach it.

Then she spotted a small wooden stool beside the shelf—an improvised seat made of old boards and rusty nails.

She dragged it over with her foot and carefully climbed onto it, still clutching the sheets with one hand.

Mark watched, slightly worried.

’This is not going to end well.’

The stool creaked under her weight, and Mark noticed that one of the boards was loose.

Cali stretched again, the tips of her fingers brushing the book.

"Almost... I’ve got it..." she murmured, focused.

Then the stool wobbled.

The loose board gave way under her weight, and the stool tilted dangerously to one side.

"Ah!" Cali cried, losing her balance.

Her arms flailed as she tried to grab onto something—but there was nothing.

The sheets slipped from her hands, and then she began to fall.

Mark reacted instantly. He lunged forward, arms outstretched, catching her before she hit the floor.

Cali landed on top of him, and Mark felt the impact as he ended up flat on his back against the stone floor.

’Ow... that hurt.’

The sheets slipped completely from Cali’s hands, falling to the ground in a pile of white fabric.

And then Mark realized the situation.

Cali was completely naked on top of him.

Her warm red skin pressed against his chest, and he could feel every curve of her body against his.

But that wasn’t all—he could also feel the golden piercings in her nipples pressing through the fabric of his tunic, like little points of pressure against his chest.

’Oh...’

That was the only thought in Mark’s mind as he felt a furious erection forming in his groin.

Cali slowly lifted her head, her crimson eyes meeting Mark’s.

The expression on her face was pure panic.

Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing quick and irregular.

Her glasses were crooked on her nose, making her look even more vulnerable.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the sound of their mingled breathing.

Mark could feel the heat of her body against his.

He could feel her heart beating against his chest.

"M-Master..." Cali murmured, her voice trembling and barely audible as she leaned closer to his face.