Night of the Withered Corpses
Three weeks had passed since he turned Yumi into a succubus and sent her away.
Sang-hyuk was growing used to the changes by now.
Most of the revulsion toward his new face had faded.
Every time he walked the company corridors, the gazes of the female employees clung to him, yet those stares no longer felt unpleasant.
He had reached the point where he could enjoy the way women anywhere he went would hide and fix their eyes on him.
Even the inexplicable sense of intimidation other men felt when they looked at him had become something he could savor.
Still, an emptiness that refused to be filled lingered in one corner of his chest.
Women asking for his number on the street had become roughly one every hundred meters, and offers to introduce him to someone poured in from every side, but he turned them all down.
The wound left by his first love, Yumi, was not so easily healed. Outwardly he pretended to be fine, yet when he was alone the memories kept circling through his head and tormented him.
The sense of release he had felt when he set Yumi free had, with time, turned into a strange feeling of loss.
The memory of a first love that had ended so badly would surface at unexpected moments and weigh his heart down.
Looking back now, he even thought Yumi had been a pitiful woman in her own way.
But Sang-hyuk could not take her back. His own life was the only one he had, and it was precious. He, too, had the right to be happy. That conviction had not changed.
Whenever he thought that far, he found he could not forgive Yumi either. The bitch who had, for her own gain, casually destroyed someone else’s precious memories…
“So ugly men and women don’t even have the right to keep memories of a first love…? Huh…? We don’t? Damn it.”
It was a muttering that somehow did not suit the world’s most handsome man.
The air on the way home that day felt unusually heavy.
Just as Sang-hyuk was hesitating between overtime and leaving, his phone vibrated.
It was Lee Yu-na.
After making her his slave he had only been supplying her regularly with saliva or pre-cum—just enough to maintain the bond of obedience.
He never did anything risky like meeting her at the company or in his own room.
Yu-na’s body burned for him and she kept begging for sex, but Sang-hyuk usually found one excuse or another to avoid it.
Today, though, he suddenly wanted to hold her.
He checked the message.
He pulled out his phone and sent her a short reply.
The answer came in three seconds.
The hotel room Yu-na had already reserved and paid for was quiet.
From the moment Sang-hyuk opened the door and stepped inside, Yu-na was already at the peak of excitement.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation of pleasure, her breathing was ragged, and her juices were flowing freely.
Without waiting for a command she dropped to her knees on her own and reached for his belt.
It was the behavior of someone whose addiction had soaked all the way into the bone.
Sang-hyuk cupped both of her cheeks in his hands and met her eyes as if she were something adorable.
He gave her a fresh, gentle smile.
Yu-na parted her lips like a baby swallow waiting to be fed.
He pressed his mouth to the lips of the kneeling woman and slowly spit the saliva pooled in his mouth into her open one.
As she deliciously accepted Sang-hyuk’s spit, Yu-na’s body trembled with tiny spasms.
His saliva was absorbed and began circulating through her blood; dopamine exploded madly inside her brain.
The instant he pressed the head of his cock—already slick with pre-cum—against her entrance, she was already shaking her hips and moaning.
Heat stronger than any drug raced up through her lower body.
The penetration was deep and merciless.
Every time the five beads scraped her inner walls, Yu-na’s back arched like a bow and her legs soon lost all strength.
The largest bead, the one in the middle, vibrated insanely and hammered her G-spot without rest.
Sang-hyuk moved his hips with almost no emotion in it.
Yu-na floundered in the continuous waves of pleasure that felt as if they were destroying her brain.
Her eyes rolled back; drool ran from her mouth. Her insides convulsed and clamped down on his cock.
Sang-hyuk’s thirty-centimeter shaft pounded hard against the mouth of her womb and then, timed to her climax, exploded in orgasm.
His semen flooded the entrance to Yu-na’s uterus.
But he did not recite the incantation. He performed no baptism either.
Yu-na sank deeper into a more dangerous addiction without ever becoming a complete succubus.
Sang-hyuk pulled on his clothes and gave a short order.
“Live as usual. Don’t let Managing Director Song notice anything, and report any important information to me at once.”
“Yes… Master.”
“Ah, right—be good to your husband…”
“Yes, I understand.”
“He’s a pitiful man…”
“I will keep it in mind… Master.”
Yu-na answered while her body still trembled with aftershocks.
In the taxi on the way back, Sang-hyuk turned over the things she had told him.
Managing Director Song had been growing severely irritated lately because he could no longer get the same reactions from Yu-na that he used to.
Valentine’s words floated up.
Women who become addicted to an incubus and begin to be dominated have their nerves eroded until they can feel no pleasure at all from sex with any other man. They can never reach orgasm again.
Valentine’s voice echoed in his head.
So that was why…
Sang-hyuk watched the lights sliding past the window and lifted one corner of his mouth.
He hated the arrogant Managing Director Song who never returned a greeting even in the hallway.
Without ever lifting a finger himself, he had already ruined one of Song’s toys.
That fact was less unpleasant than he had expected.
Back home, Sang-hyuk drank wine and checked the news out of habit.
He had once hated wine, yet at some point he had stopped drinking anything else.
His finger paused while scrolling the screen.
Hundreds of comments already sat beneath the articles.
Sang-hyuk scrolled through the comments and then checked related posts on Outstagram as well.
The reactions under someone’s post were even more heated.
Then a comment appeared that made Sang-hyuk’s eyes narrow.
Who the hell wrote this comment…? The ID is… Twinkle?
Sang-hyuk’s brow furrowed. The comment under the Twinkle ID somehow felt like it came from someone who knew something.
No way.
The time since Yumi left overlapped in his mind.
The words Valentine had spoken in a dream brushed past him.
The future of a succubus without a matriarch is obvious.
Sang-hyuk looked out the window and muttered low.
“…Could it be Yumi?”
Valentine’s voice rang briefly inside his head.
“Things are about to get interesting.”
This isn’t your doing, is it, Yumi?
…Yumi, where the hell are you and what are you doing?
At the same time.
In a hotel room in the heart of the city.
A man and a woman were enjoying fierce sex on the bed.
A wing-shaped tattoo on the woman’s ass…
The woman straddling the man and slowly rolling her hips was Yumi.
The man had already lost all reason and was only moaning.
“Haa… fuck… this bitch… what the hell is this… it’s too good… I’m going crazy….”
Yumi gave no answer; she focused only on clamping and squeezing his cock with her pussy.
The organ that had been a woman’s womb before she became a succubus had now transformed into a mouth deep inside her cunt.
That new mouth used Yumi’s vagina like a straw, sucking the man’s life force—his ectoplasm—out through his urethra.
As the extreme orgasm continued without end, ectoplasm kept being drawn out of his urethra with wet gulping sounds.
His semen had long since been exhausted; now only the spiritual energy called ectoplasm was being pulled out in long, continuous streams, yet the man, unaware of even that, floundered in the pleasure of an ejaculation that seemed to last forever.
Yumi worked the muscles of her pussy, chewing and squeezing, and sucked the last of the man’s life force dry.
His cheeks were already beginning to hollow; the skin under his eyes was turning dark.
“Khh… tastes fucking amazing.”
Yumi’s pupils narrowed into vertical slits and glowed faintly in the dark. The man looked almost unconscious now.
His mouth hung open, but only ragged panting escaped instead of sound.
His skin was rapidly turning pale; the outline of his ribs was starting to show.
Yumi kept moving her hips until the very end.
At last the man’s movements stopped.
When no more ectoplasm came out, Yumi looked down.
The man was dead with his eyes still open.
The body that had been healthy only thirty minutes earlier was now nothing but a husk, like a mummy.
Yumi slowly rose.
A satisfied smile spread across her lips.
“That was delicious.”
Something long and tongue-like emerged from her pussy, swept up the remaining ectoplasm around her entrance, and carried it deep inside to the mouth within.
With contented eyes Yumi gazed at the city lights beyond the window.
Then she suddenly realized.
She was still hungry.