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... is mind was full of questions about his stepmother, who turned out to be a succubus—and a Queen, from the looks of it.

This alone was enough to make him question everything, but to hear that she fit the system's requirements for his so-called harem members?

He wasn't opposed to the idea, necessarily. The system had already told him that it existed to help him gradually awaken his bloodline and that he needed to embrace his nature to speed up the process.

Seduction, attrac ...

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