Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Second Epilogue - Succubus Sirka
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"D-don't come any closer! You beast! Pervert! Rapist! Exhibitionist!"
Sirka couldn't make sense of her current situation.
The last thing she remembered was throwing everything she had into a battle to kill that unicorn—or whatever it was—that had mocked her as a spinster, along with its contractor.
But when she came to, what the hell was this scene before her eyes?
The unicorn's contractor, whom she'd been fighting just moments ago, was approaching her completely naked with a lecherous grin on his face, for some reason.
'What the...? Is this a nightmare!?'
For a split second, Sirka wondered if she was dreaming. Dream demons didn't dream, but this situation was utterly incomprehensible otherwise.
'And especially, what the hell is that hideous thing?! The human cocks I learned about aren't supposed to be that big!'
In the midst of the chaos, what terrified Sirka the most was the hyper-sized monstrosity that had just conquered three women. Its body was smaller than an average adult human's, yet that thing was larger than an orc's manhood—an impossible, freakish size no matter how she thought about it.
"Pervert, rapist... Aren't you being a bit harsh with the new master, Sirka?"
"I-I said don't come closer! If you keep coming, I'll chop off that disgusting thing!"
At her words, Arthin stopped his sly grin and his advance with a click of his tongue. Only then did Sirka let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Explain yourself first! Why am I here!? Where's Liliet!? A-and why are you trying to pounce on me naked!? And who the hell are these women!?"
Having somewhat calmed down as she watched him hesitate, Sirka tried to regain her composure. But then she noticed the three women lying around her with dazed expressions, and her fragile peace shattered once more.
"That arrogant divine beast... the knight from before... and a demon? Even a demon!?"
Moreover, all three women had white fluid leaking from between their legs, their skin covered in lipstick marks as if they'd been through something intense. Even a spinster like Sirka could guess what had happened.
'If I stay like this, I'll get ravaged too. By that beast of a human!'
She'd thought the unicorn's contractor was some pure-hearted devotee, but to think he was a golden sun even more depraved than an incubus.
Sirka stared in horror at Arthin's throbbing, veiny cock, overwhelmed by shock. If she hesitated any longer, she'd end up just like these sprawled-out women.
"Dark Lightning!!"
With resolve not to lose her virginity—saved for the demon race member she'd love in the future—right here, Sirka overcame her panic and thrust her hand toward Arthin.
Soon, black lightning would shoot from her hand and engulf him. Or at least, it should have.
*
"...Huh? The magic...?"
"It won't activate, right? Because of the sealing rune. Your master isn't Liliet anymore—it's me."
The sealing rune, made from rare materials like shattered fragments of a god, didn't just trap its target inside.
If successful, it treated the target as your 'familiar' no matter what they were. And familiars couldn't harbor hostility toward their master or attack them.
"N-no way! Dark Spear! Fireball! Ignite! Destroy!"
Unable to accept the sudden change, Sirka desperately cast every spell she knew to resist me, but nothing manifested.
"Why... Why won't the magic come out!?"
Oh dear, had I tormented her too much? Sirka glared resentfully at her unresponsive hand, then looked back at me with tears welling up.
"Y-you're going to ravage me wildly now, aren't you! Like in those dirty comics! You sex-crazed monkey!"
"...Sigh. Sirka, calm down and listen to me, okay?"
I sat on the edge of the bed and gently took her trembling hand. She yelped in surprise, but as an expert in these situations, I flashed a soft smile and began to soothe her.
"We fought with everything we had, and I won fair and square against you. Now, I'm your master—not Liliet."
"M-master...?"
"You can feel it too, right? That you and I are connected by something stronger than a contract."
At my words, Sirka stared at me for a moment, then realized the sealing rune linked us. Her seductive eyes, previously misty with tears, widened in shock.
"By the way, there's no way to break the seal until I release you. Someone might destroy the rune, but since it's made from a god's flesh, even a legion commander would have to come personally."
"...N-no... that can't..."
Sirka's long lashes fluttered as she either calmed down from my kind explanation or fully grasped the situation.
It had to be disorienting. Waking up to find yourself someone else's familiar out of nowhere.
"Got it. So because I was weak, I became a familiar?"
"...Huh? Yeah, exactly. You're a quick study."
"It's everyday life for demonkin. The strong rule over the weak."
As expected from demonkin, who determined hierarchy by strength rather than age, she'd accepted her defeat.
"Then... I just need to swear fealty to you as my master now?"
Sirka suddenly smiled gently—the first time she'd shown such an expression. As a powerful succubus, even as a spinster, she exuded a mature allure mixed with sensuality, different from my other women.
"Nah, first I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
"...Pardon?"
Fealty and sex were separate. I grabbed her arms as she tried to gloss over it casually and pushed her onto the bed.
"Kyaa!? Y-you're the unicorn's contractor— is it okay to act this shamelessly!?"
"You just called me a sex-crazed monkey. And the unicorn's already a bi-corn anyway!"
I pinned down her resistance, grabbed both her arms, and straddled her waist, fully subduing her. Normally, she could've matched me in strength, but...
'This sealing rune really delivers on performance.'
"You shameless pervert...! I've saved my virginity for the one I love... Please...!"
Her words genuinely surprised me. A pure-love succubus? Was that why she'd reacted so strongly to being called a spinster?
I looked down at her quietly, taking in her stunning appearance all at once.
Glossy green bobbed hair, massive watermelon-sized breasts barely contained by a skimpy black leotard typical of succubi—with low fabric coverage. Coffee-colored pantyhose completed the look.
Unlike the younger women whose mental age didn't match their looks, her cool, mature beauty flowed effortlessly when her mouth was shut. She'd look perfect in a women's business suit.
Above all, even as her lips said no, she couldn't tear her eyes from my hyper cock prodding her voluptuous breasts, her face flushing red. It was irresistibly charming.
"Really? You want me to stop? Your face says otherwise."
"Hngh... I-I... really saved it for the one I love... Ahh...!"
To see her honest reaction despite her protests, I brought my cock close to her face. Her eyes grew slightly hazy.
A dream demon's body was brutally honest, it seemed. As the lewd scent of cum and juices assaulted her nose from my cock, her head slowly followed its movements. Soon, she swallowed dryly and inhaled deeply.
"Sniiiiif... Haaa... You think I'd fall for something this massive...? Sniiiiif... Haaang..."
Did she even realize what she was doing? After savoring my cock's musky aroma, Sirka began gazing at it with affectionate eyes.
But perhaps because she'd endured so long as a succubus, she kept gulping saliva, suppressing her instincts, and didn't put her lips on the tempting meat before her.
Impressive willpower. As someone who'd once saved their first time for love, I felt respect.
"Then here's a proposal: Service me with just your mouth, and I'll spare your virginity if you satisfy me."
I tossed out the bait lightly.
"...W-with my mouth?"
"Yeah. Hands or tits too if you want. Satisfy me, and we'll end it cleanly here, just like you want. No forcing your virginity. Sound good?"
As I trailed my hand along her thigh with the offer, Sirka twitched and alternated conflicted glances between me and my cock.
She was torn between reason and instinct, ideal and reality. Refusing meant I'd take her virginity anyway, with no resistance possible. My offer wasn't bad.
'But if she can taste cock once and still suppress succubus instincts...'
Even I knew it was dirty. Late learners fear thievery, and a succubus who'd denied men for over a century wouldn't hold back after a taste.
But this was Yas's world—survival of the fittest. If I'd lost, I'd be off to meet the unicorn in the next regression by now. This was merciful.
"A-alright. I trust you'll keep that promise."
"Of course. If I break it, I swear on the gods I'll shatter the sealing rune right here."
Satisfied, Sirka nodded. I released her arms, stood, and positioned myself to receive her service.
"To think a high-rank dream demon like me would service a human in such a humiliating pose..."
Kneeling politely before me as I sat on the bed's edge, Sirka grumbled. But when I pressed my cock to her face, she held her breath and stared blankly at it.
"What're you doing? Get started."
"I-I will! Making a lewd bet with a high-rank dream demon—you'll regret it!"
Snapping to at my urging, Sirka glared, then slowly parted her lips and took my cock deep into her mouth.
'W-wait... Did I make a bad promise?'
And I panicked. Contrary to my expectations, Sirka took me all the way to the back of her throat without hesitation, enveloping my cock in her hot, wet mouth.
The throat's tight squeeze, her tongue instinctively wrapping the shaft—nothing about it screamed virgin succubus newbie.
The technique reminded me of Sion's expert fellatio. Just as I worried if I'd have to honor the deal...
Crunch!!
"Aaagh! Stop! Don't bite! I said no teeth!!"
The moment proper fellatio began, I yanked my cock out in panic as she bared her fangs like she meant to chomp the shaft.
"Agh... G-good, it's not cut..."
My hastily withdrawn cock bore clear marks from her sharp teeth. A second slower, and Little Arthin might've been bisected.
"I-isn't this how it's done? I thought just put it in and suck..."
"....."
I take back my earlier monologue. This succubus was indeed one with over a century without a man.
'Did I make a needless promise...?'
The thought that this regression might end in death by excessive bleeding from castration made my legs go weak.