Pleasure Ride to the Beach
Seated in the passenger seat, I leaned my upper body toward Oppa’s lap in the driver’s seat. He lifted his right arm to make room, and his hand hovered briefly in the air before settling on the back of my head. I stroked the bulging crotch once, unzipped his pants, and pulled out the heavy cock that required both hands to fully grasp. It was already twitching and steadily hardening, excited by the situation of sharing a secret meeting with his concubine without Madam’s permission.
Even though four women took turns tending to him every day, his trained body and the reproductive parasite living in his testicles produced an endless supply of vigor. I caressed it devotedly with a touch infused with essence and examined the interior of his egg-sized balls. The parasite clinging to his testes was still vigorously active. In the chamber where sperm gathered, parasite larvae moved about mixed among them. They seemed to have evolved; the comparatively larger larvae now had sperm clinging to their bodies. My guess was that the larvae with powerful penetration ability had developed to accompany the sperm through the fallopian tubes to the ovaries, fertilizing the eggs. It looked like a far more reliable method of impregnating females, so the creature was beginning to resemble a symbiote rather than a parasite.
Before starting the main service, I took out a handkerchief and placed it beneath his cock so it wouldn’t get wet from saliva. I gave two kisses to the glans, which had swollen tight and was leaking clear mucus—the signal that service was beginning—then took it into my mouth.
Slurp. Suck. Lick. With practiced tongue movements and perfectly calibrated suction, I focused on the exact spots Oppa loved most. I gently licked along the urethra while swirling around the corona and underside, sucking hard.
Oppa must have found my service satisfying. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he stroked my head with the other and murmured, “Krr, Elisha’s service really does feel the best. You always know exactly what I like.”
“Chup. Haa~ Please don’t say things like that in front of Madam. She pretends otherwise, but it hurts her feelings.”
Madam was quietly bothered by the fact that I, her concubine, could satisfy Oppa better than she could. The reason she sometimes insisted on observing during my service days was to study the techniques.
“All right, all right. I’ll be careful. Now hurry up and suck it again.”
“Aup.”
Oppa tightened his grip on my head and forced his cock back between my lips. I was diligently working my tongue again when Ruya’s voice drifted from the back.
“Mmm… Are we there yet?”
Startled that Ruya had woken up, Oppa panicked. He pressed down hard on the back of my head to keep me still and answered. The downward pressure drove the glans past my mouth and into my throat; I tightened my throat muscles to stimulate it.
“Uh, Ruya. We still have a long way to go, so sleep a little more.”
“Mmm…”
When it grew quiet again and it seemed Ruya had fallen back asleep, Oppa let out a sigh. “Phew~ I thought we were caught.”
“Uwp, uck.”
“Ah, sorry. Did I press too hard?”
“Chup. It was rather intense, but I liked it.”
“Haha, our Elisha does like it rough, doesn’t she? Ah, bring out your horns.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
At his command I released the transformation hiding them, revealing my succubus horns. They were quite large, so I had worried about the confined space, but the camper van was so spacious that even the driver’s area had plenty of room. I was able to keep the horns out while still taking his cock into my mouth without difficulty.
Soon Oppa gripped my horns firmly with his left hand and began moving his arm up and down with force, using my head like a toy. The masochistic thrill of being controlled by another person, of having my mouth used without my own will, made my previously unresponsive pussy grow wet. Enjoying the powerful tug and the pain that traveled through my horns, I relaxed my throat muscles to make it easier for him to move me.
After using me like an onahole by the horns for some time, Oppa’s cock began to throb with imminent climax. “Huu, I’m about to cum.”
“Uum.”
In time with his orgasm I tightened my throat around the glans while using my breathing technique to suck powerfully on the length buried deep. Because everyone else was asleep and we were doing this in secret, we both suppressed our voices. The long ejaculation ended in silence.
“Chup! Haa~ Thank you for cumming.”
“Huu, good work, Elisha.”
Concubines were required to express gratitude whenever they received their master Oppa’s semen. This was one of the new concubine regulations Madam had recently instituted to firmly establish our lower position and the understanding that our role was to serve.
I wiped the curly pubic hair stuck to the corner of my mouth from the rough use and said, “I’ll clean you up right away.”
“Go ahead.”
“Haum.”
I took him deep into my throat again and sucked upward, cleaning every trace of saliva from his cock. Using my fingers to press along the urethra, I drew out the last drops of semen and finished the cleaning.
“Chu. Thank you for letting me serve you.”
Of course, the thank-you after service was also part of the rules.
“It felt good.”
“I’m glad you were satisfied.”
I tucked his softened cock back into his underwear, zipped up his pants, and straightened his clothes. When I moved to retract my horns, Oppa reached out and touched them.
“But isn’t it fine to keep the horns out? Plenty of people from this species have them, so no one will think it’s strange.”
“Hmm…”
Thinking it over, Oppa had a point. In the Earth dimension, where there was no prejudice or discrimination against this species, there was no real need to hide my horns. Besides, while the existence of succubi was widely known, information was so scarce that even seeing the pattern on my belly—the most distinctive feature of a succubus—most people still wouldn’t realize what I was.
“Do you want me to walk around with my horns visible?”
“Ah, does that also need permission? Then from now on, keep them out.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
Since Oppa had ordered it, I could keep my horns out even without Madam’s permission. Having stayed in transformed form for so long, the weight of the horns felt unfamiliar, and moving my head felt awkward. Horns also required more attention than I expected. Even inside the vehicle I had to be careful not to hit the ceiling, and when turning my head I needed to watch that I didn’t bump into people or objects.
“Truthfully I’d love to have you stay in full succubus form all the time, but that would be too much.”
“That’s right. You like my succubus appearance, don’t you, Oppa? From now on I’ll take that form occasionally when I service you.”
“Hehe~ Thank you.”
I passed the time chatting with Oppa after he disabled the auto-drive function and resumed manual control. After the brief oral service, we drove for several more hours and finally reached our first destination. Oppa parked the vehicle after finding a suitable camping spot and said, “Wake everyone up now. They slept deeply, so they should be overflowing with energy.”
“Yes. You worked hard.”
The moment I opened the door to move to the rear seats, a wave of hot air rushed over me. Wow, summer really is summer. Marveling at the fierce heat, I hurried to the back and woke the sleeping family members.
One by one they stirred and sat up. When they saw my horns on full display, they all asked the same question.
“Huh? Why are your horns out?”
“It’s been a while, nya.”
“What happened?”
“Oppa told me to keep them out from now on.”
“Gwangnam did? Then there’s no problem.”
“My husband did… Then there’s no helping it.”
As expected, once they heard Oppa had ordered it, even Madam let the matter pass without issue. The question of my horns was resolved smoothly.
Ruya, who had risen from her seat and stepped out of the camper, shouted at the sight of the bright weather and the blue sea sparkling under the sun.
“Waa! It’s the sea!”
“It smells salty, nya.”
“The weather is truly wonderful.”
“You’re all going swimming in the sea first, right? Change inside and come out.”
“Heng! I’m already wearing mine!”
Ruya shouted confidently and shrugged off her coat on the spot. Startled, Oppa quickly scanned the surroundings and yelled, “Ugh! What are you doing out here!”
“Tada! I wore a swimsuit instead of underwear!”
“I did too, nya!”
“Ah, you scared me. I got startled.”
Ruya and Charlotte had apparently worn their swimsuits in place of underwear from the beginning.
“Let’s go right now!”
“On our way, nya!”
“Wait a moment. We need to apply sunscreen and fur treatment first.”
The pair who had been about to dash into the sea had no choice but to stop at Madam’s command. Come to think of it, Charlotte had been ready to run straight into the ocean without applying any fur treatment. She had claimed she didn’t want to go to the sea because of her fur, yet now that we had arrived she seemed so excited she had forgotten all about it.
Madam and I went back into the camper and began changing into our swimsuits while Ruya and Charlotte helped each other apply sunscreen. As I carefully threaded my parasitic tentacle tail through the hole in the swimsuit bottom, Madam—wearing an extremely revealing sling-shot bikini—asked me a question.
“By the way, is that tail all right to take into seawater with high salinity?”
“Probably? It’s a sturdy child as long as the water isn’t hot, so it should be fine.”
“Are you acting cute right now? How adorable.”
Madam must have realized the tail was deliberately rubbing its tip against her hand in play; she stroked the parasitic tentacle tail gently.
After I finished putting on my monokini, Madam and I applied sunscreen to each other. The sling-shot bikini left so much skin exposed that it took quite a while to cover everything thoroughly.
When we stepped out of the camper with Madam, we saw Oppa wearing shorts. He had always possessed an excellent physique, and his sharply defined muscles under the sunlight looked magnificent. However, Ruya seemed dissatisfied with his choice of shorts and was grumbling.
“Why aren’t you wearing the triangle swimsuit we bought you?”
“I’m wearing it properly underneath. Besides, we have to walk around the camping area. How could I stroll around in just a triangle?”
“Look over there. People are walking around in even less.”
“Ah… Ekaterina… Could you please put something on top?”
Oppa sighed deeply, clearly burdened by Madam’s swimsuit, and made an earnest plea. Unable to ignore such a desperate request, Madam eventually put on a zip-up rash guard to block the sunlight on her upper body. She left the zipper open, however, so the deeply plunging front remained fully exposed.
“The front is still very revealing, but it’s a little better now.”
“Hoho, that was the maximum compromise I could make.”
“Let’s head to the sea now!”
“To the sea, nya!”
Ruya and Charlotte, who had even pulled out sunglasses by now, charged across the sand. The remaining three of us retrieved our belongings from the subspace pouch, locked the camper, and followed at a leisurely pace.
Oppa, wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, spoke while carrying loads in both hands. “There probably won’t be any trouble, but be careful not to drown.”
“Yes, husband.”
“Actually, I can’t swim.”
“Huh? Why?”
“My body doesn’t float. Once I enter the water I have to walk along the bottom.”
“Ah, that’s right. You have a full-body prosthesis. It doesn’t show at all in daily life, so I keep forgetting.”
My body was crafted with such precision that it looked no different from an ordinary biological form from the outside, so it was understandable that he would forget.
On the sandy shore not far from the camping area, they were renting out parasols. It seemed they charged a kind of seating fee in lieu of an entrance fee. After joining the two who were already playing on the sand, Oppa looked around and said, “I’ll rent one and set up our spot, so you three go ahead and play.”
“Really? Thank you!”
“Madam, let’s go in first, nya!”
“Oh my, oh my.”
Ruya and Charlotte grabbed both of Madam’s arms and dragged her toward the sea. Madam, who had never been the athletic type, was helplessly pulled along by the two physical-powerhouse girls, yet she didn’t seem particularly upset. It was rather fascinating to see that even within the strict hierarchical relationship of wife and concubines, they still maintained the same friendly bond they had shared before.
“Elisha, you go play with them too.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
At his words I set down the luggage I had been carrying on my shoulder and followed the three of them. The shore was already crowded with people who had arrived earlier. Interestingly, nearly everyone—men and women alike—was wearing rash guards. Were their skins that delicate? Or had rash-guard swimwear become a massive trend? Either way, because everyone else was dressed with minimal exposure, those of us in high-exposure swimsuits drew a great deal of attention, whether positive or negative.