Chapter 1: How Could It Be You
Today is a sad day.
The once imposing Demon King Kima stands in the sticky eggshell, blankly staring at the broken eggshell in front of him, finding it hard to accept the fact of his death.
If Kima remembers correctly, forty years ago, when he had just become the Demon King, he prepared a backup plan. He set up a reincarnation ritual using a precious egg, so if his main body died, he would be reborn from the egg.
Did I really just kick the bucket?
The former Demon King Kima closed his eyes and recalled memories from his past life.
Those were incredibly blissful days. Kima worked hard for thirty whole years and finally built himself a private harem, filled with his carefully selected thirty maids, including mature women, lolis, girls in white stockings, black stockings, elves, catgirls, succubi, and dark-skinned beauties.
Once the harem was established, life became exceptionally comfortable. During the day, he would rest his head on long legs, eat raisins, enjoy full-body massages from the maids, and watch their ballet performances. Every night was filled with music and song, with the harem rotating once a week, not repeating any days, truly the peak of life.
Unfortunately, this peak only lasted less than a month.
That day was a black Friday. The Demon King Kima, during his sage time, suddenly realized that his life was very dull.
Was harem life not what he truly wanted?
Kima then lay in the arms of the silver dragon princess and the blonde girl, and after some deep thinking, he concluded that the harem lacked a saintess.
Hmm, he liked fallen saintesses the most.
Just as Kima was about to take up his sword and improve his life, a hero named George came with two companions to challenge the debauched Demon King.
Facing the righteous words of the hero George, the Demon King Kima looked serious, his eyes fixated on the long legs of the elven ranger and the pure expression of the saintess.
“Demon King! Accept the judgment of justice!” George shouted.
“Huh? What did you say?” the Demon King Kima asked, “By the way, are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” Kima said sincerely, “You’ve brought two virgins right to my doorstep, filling the gaps in my harem.”
“Go to hell!”
The hero George was furious and charged forward with his sword. The Demon King Kima felt confident in his advantage, charged ahead, but was pierced through the chest by George’s sword and fell into his own pool of blood, dying under the cold gazes of the maids.
The memories ended.
The Demon King opened his eyes, recalling the fatal blow, and his frail chest ached.
What hurt more was that his hard-built harem was gone just like that.
In despair, Kima covered his flat chest, and when he thought about how the virgin hero was sure to disband the harem, he felt like the green hat on his head had suddenly multiplied from one to thirty. Anger surged up and he punched the eggshell before him.
“I—ouch!”
His hand hit the sharp edge of the eggshell, sending a wave of pain through him. Kima retracted his hand, rubbing his small palm, his eyes becoming moist. “Damn, my power is at zero after reincarnation, I have to slowly recover.”
As he spoke, Kima kept rubbing his palm. His fingers were long, and his pure white tender skin was tinged with a faint pink.
A lifetime of pursuits destroyed in an instant would leave anyone disheartened. But Kima quickly recovered; this setback was nothing compared to his past life.
In his previous life, Kima was a standard office worker. After graduating, he lived the 996 lifestyle at a big company, becoming the kind of hard worker that his colleagues despised. After struggling for eight to nine years and losing half his hair, he finally paid off a house in full and had savings, allowing him to walk into a matchmaking agency with pride.
Who would have thought that the enthusiastic agent would introduce him to a female scammer? She easily stole his heart and over four million in savings, leaving Kima heavily in debt and losing his house. Desperately, he begged her to leave him some money to get through the rough patch, but all he received was ridicule.
He was disheartened and jumped off a building, crossing into another world, struggling to become the Demon King and build a harem.
“At least it can’t be harder than last time; I have a cheat and a hidden treasury.”
Kima murmured to himself, his gloom lifting. Before he began to struggle, Kima always enjoyed fantasizing about the rewards of achieving his goals; it was what motivated him.
“When I become strong again, I will conquer the entire world. All countries must tribute maids to me every year! All royal families, whether elves or humans, must serve in my harem for three years before their princesses come of age.”
The more Kima thought about it, the more excited he became.
“And that hero, I will break his limbs, making him watch as the elven big sister and the saintess he secretly likes gradually become my playthings, hehehe.”
Kima couldn’t help but chuckle and rub his small hands together. For the first time, his gaze fell on his excessively white hands.
Kima couldn’t help but frown; these fingers were long and white, tinged with a bit of pink. Wasn’t this too girly?
But he was a man!
Oh right, he hadn’t checked his body yet. When he used this egg as part of the reincarnation ritual, he had no idea what it would hatch into; he only knew it met the peculiar conditions of the ritual.
Kima first lifted his arm, finding it long and slender, with smooth skin, and not a single hair on his pale golden skin.
“Even more girly than Kunkun,” Kima scoffed, deciding that once he got out, he had to build powerful biceps.
His palms touched his belly, which was smooth and flat without an ounce of flab. Just as he was about to put working towards six-pack abs on his agenda, his hand slipped down into his belly groove. It was flat, with no peaks, just a shallow line.
A groove?
Kima’s heart raced, and he quickly looked down, his eyes widening in shock. A few drops of sticky liquid fell from his bangs, past where there should have been peaks, landing at the bottom of the eggshell.
His little brother was gone.
Kima felt cold hands and feet, desperately probing with his fingers, but the truth was right before him. He, or rather, she, had the physiological structure unique to females.
He actually turned into a girl!
The ambition of Kima’s rise to power in an instant crumbled like a shallow waterway, adorned with pink cherry blossom petals. Her mind went blank, and her legs went weak, sitting down at the bottom of the eggshell.
After a long moment, Kima’s golden vertical pupils gradually regained focus, and she self-comforted:
“It’s just turning into a little girl, right?”
“It’s the twenty-first century, women can coexist harmoniously, and having a harem should be okay too.”
The thought of “having a harem” gave Kima a bit of motivation. But then, images of two women enthusiastically polishing mirrors flashed in her mind, and her fighting spirit vanished without a trace.
Worse still was the memory of her earlier imagined revenge against the hero.
“When I rise again, I’ll defeat the hero, and in front of him, train his female teammates… Is this revenge? It clearly feels more like giving benefits, right?”
What was supposed to be a thrilling revenge turned into granting benefits, all because she turned into a girl. The entire revenge plan took a different turn!
“So frustrating!”
Kima furiously punched the eggshell again, and the pain made her reflexively let out a soft cry. A chill ran through her; could it be that one day, she’d actually be crying out like that?
Taking a deep breath, she calmed down: “No matter what, at least I must regain my strength for revenge.”
As for having a harem, women can have harems too, right? Just not as enjoyable…
Feeling deflated again.
Kima reassured herself: “At least nothing could be worse than turning into a woman.”
After saying this, she felt a cold sensation at her calves, like a snake dancing beneath her feet.
Kima, being the former Demon King, wasn’t scared at all; she didn’t scream and jump up like a little girl. She looked down and saw a delicate fleshy tail swinging between her legs, as if it wanted to drill into her backside.
Is it an alien larva?
Kima lifted her foot and stomped down on the sticky flesh. Pain shot up her spine, making her scream and jump, tears brimming in her eyes.
“It’s actually my tail! It hurts!”
She suddenly froze, realizing something terrifying—something worse than becoming a girl.
Kima raised her hand to touch her head. Sure enough, she felt a pair of horns in her hair, feeling like they were antlers. She felt a chill, quickly probing her back to find a pair of soft little wings.
In that moment, a wave of cold rushed from the depths of Kima’s heart, leaving her hands and feet icy.
Kima confirmed: she had turned into a succubus. A demon that feeds on lust, naturally promiscuous, inherently lewd. More frighteningly, to regain her strength and enhance her power, she couldn’t suppress her succubus nature but had to embrace it…
Which meant that even if she rose again to become the Demon King, the world might gain a powerful, terrifying… succubus with modern weaponry.
Kima felt dizzy, her hand resting on the edge of the eggshell to steady herself.
When she set up the reincarnation ritual, she had painstakingly bought this egg that met the requirements from a dimensional merchant. At that time, things were urgent, and she couldn’t evaluate the egg, so she hurriedly set up the reincarnation ritual.
Who would have thought it would turn out to be such a disaster!
From a certain perspective, she did gain something. Succubus eggs were extremely precious, something she couldn’t have afforded back then. After all, at that time, she wasn’t yet the Demon King; she was still challenging the Demon King to become the new one.
So…
“It’s all that damned virgin hero’s fault!” Kima gritted her teeth, “If it weren’t for him, would I have ended up like this? One day, I will make him suffer immensely!”
The angrier Kima became, the more determined she was, raising her small fist to pound the eggshell’s edge.
“Ow! That hurts!”
A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and Kima covered her hand, continuing to curse that virgin hero, “One day, I will crush that dog George’s head and kick it around like a ball!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the door to the secret chamber opened, a beam of light pouring in, illuminating Kima’s adorable face. She raised her tear-filled big eyes, squinting, using her arm to shield her eyes, her mouth cursing:
“You bastard! You open the door now—”
It was just the kind of dead men that only came in when she “hatched.” These dead men had signed soul contracts, unable to defy her will.
However, standing at the door was a tall figure, dressed in silver armor radiating the light of the rising sun, with an enamel sun painted on his chest.
Kima’s expression instantly froze; she lowered her arm and stared blankly at the unexpected guest.
The visitor was none other than the virgin hero she had just cursed—George.
