Incubus Awakening
It was 10:00 PM.
Most of the staff had already gone home, and the elevator was silent.
Lee Yu-na's lips were slightly parted, her breathing shallow and quick. Her unfocused eyes remained fixed on Sang-hyuk's face.
A low, sweet voice resonated inside Sang-hyuk's mind.
"That woman is under a powerful hypnosis right now. Kill her, enslave her — do whatever you please."
Sang-hyuk answered on reflex.
"Who… are you?"
Valentine's voice replied slowly.
"I am another you, inside your mind."
Sang-hyuk bit his lip. The beads were throbbing with heat. He took a slow step toward Lee Yu-na and asked,
"…Are you feeling unwell? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lee Yu-na answered in a thin, fraying voice.
"Take me… Deputy Manager Shin. Do something to me… please."
"H-huh… Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you?"
Sang-hyuk spun toward the control panel on instinct. The floor display was already passing the twelfth floor. In a few seconds they would reach the lobby.
The thought that the doors must not open like this struck him like lightning. His hand slammed the emergency stop.
A red light flared as the elevator shuddered and locked in place. The indicator blinked, frozen on the twelfth floor.
Then, as Sang-hyuk looked at Lee Yu-na, the light in his eyes changed. It was not only Yu-na who seemed seized by something — Sang-hyuk himself had been caught as well.
One hand still holding the elevator stopped, the first-floor button dark, he found the courage to tip Lee Yu-na's chin up gently.
And he kissed her.
The moment their lips met, her body shuddered hard. The instant Sang-hyuk's saliva touched her tongue, every reaction in her body detonated at once.
Lee Yu-na seized his collar and pulled the kiss deeper — mixing spit, panting, grinding her body against his.
Valentine's voice returned.
"An incubus's saliva and pre-cum are hundreds of times stronger than any human aphrodisiac. Once a woman tastes them… her body goes mad."
It was exactly as he said.
Lee Yu-na's eyes went slack as love juices poured from between her legs without restraint. The inside of her skirt was soaked in seconds.
That sticky-looking fluid is running down. It's not urine — so what the hell is it?
Sang-hyuk slid a hand between her thighs to check. She wasn't wearing panties. On Executive Director Song Hee-jun's orders, Yu-na had been commuting without underwear. Love juices streamed down the insides of her thighs and dripped all the way onto her high heels.
"Ah — please, Master, take me."
Lee Yu-na begged.
While she was lost in that strange state, Sang-hyuk himself was gripped by a fierce impulse he had never known. What was peculiar was that the urge felt closer to hunger than lust — an unbearable thirst for something. In that moment, Lee Yu-na looked less like a woman and more like food.
He turned her around, made her grip the elevator handrail, and hiked her skirt to her waist. Her bare white buttocks were exposed. The anus Executive Director Song had been thrusting into was swollen and ragged, the flesh around it flushed an inflamed red, still slick with a little of his remaining semen.
Sang-hyuk lowered his zipper. His terrifyingly erect cock sprang free. Five knobby beads jutted from the shaft, looking vicious and formidable. The uppermost bead was vibrating hard.
He pressed his thirty-centimeter cock against the entrance of Lee Yu-na's sex. The moment the pre-cum beading from his glans touched her, she let out a deep, broken sigh.
"Haaa…!"
Sang-hyuk drove his hips forward. The massive shaft began forcing its way into her. Lee Yu-na clenched the handrail and cried out in something close to a scream.
"Aaaagh…! It's… too big…!"
The beads caught at her entrance and refused to go in easily. Sang-hyuk adjusted the angle again and again until, with a wet, sudden give, the whole length plunged deep.
"Uhhngh!"
As that heavy presence filled her, Lee Yu-na exhaled a long, shuddering breath. Sang-hyuk began to move his hips slowly. Wet sounds filled the elevator.
Almost the instant he was fully inside her, her waist convulsed hard and she climaxed with every muscle locked down to her toes.
"Gaaaah…! Something's wrong with me… something's coming…!"
Lee Yu-na was feeling something she had never experienced in her life. For all that she looked sensual by anyone's measure, she had never once had a true orgasm. Research claimed that seventy percent of Korean women went to their graves without ever knowing what one was. Yu-na, too, had spent her whole life believing that the mildly pleasant friction of sex was the real thing — which may have been why she had always found more pleasure in the sharper stimulation of anal sex than in the relatively dull sensations of her vagina.
And now, for the first time in her life… an orgasm of historic scale was crashing over her. Having absorbed Shin Sang-hyuk's pre-cum — the most powerful aphrodisiac in the universe — her senses had become so hypersensitive that every fragment of pleasure was delivered to her brain in merciless detail.
Sang-hyuk began thrusting hard in time with her climax. Wet sounds rang through the elevator car. Her body started convulsing on its own. Her toes curled, her vision went white, and endless waves of pleasure slammed into her one after another.
It did not stop at one. Before a climax could finish, the next overtook her, and then another after that. Even after her body had already passed its limits, the pleasure only kept amplifying. The sky seemed distant. She forgot who she was, where she was, and what was being done to her. Like a fish hooked and hauled from the water, her eyes vacant and drooling, she could only gasp for air.
The tissues of her G-spot and every sensitive place inside her were scraped raw by the beads set into Sang-hyuk's cock, driving supreme pleasure through her without pause. She needed to pee so badly she could not hold it.
When Sang-hyuk pulled out without ejaculating, liquid — urine or love juices, she could not tell — gushed from her pussy like a waterfall. Experiencing female ejaculation for the first time, Lee Yu-na gripped the handrail with her whole body rigid, turned, and trembled violently.
In the mirror-like elevator walls, her grotesquely contorted face stared back — eyes rolled white, saliva running from her mouth.
In that moment, Sang-hyuk felt a powerful urge to suck something from inside her mouth. He turned her to face him. She was still locked rigid, as if the pleasure had not yet released her.
I want to taste this woman's soul. I want to drain her vital essence!
Strange impulses of that kind seized control of his brain. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and, like an infant instinctively latching onto a breast, began drawing out the sweet something inside her. Not saliva — a thick, sweet liquid seeped up through her throat and onto the tip of his tongue.
That was when it happened.
"Stop!"
Valentine's voice cut cold and sharp.
"If you go further, that woman will die. You must not kill her now. It will cause problems. Stop immediately."
Sang-hyuk's body froze. When he pulled his tongue free, Lee Yu-na slumped weakly against the wall. He gasped roughly, coming back to himself.
"…What… did I just do."
As the impulse faded, post-nut clarity washed over him. His whole body trembled faintly.
He pressed the first-floor button again. The elevator moved and stopped with a soft ding. The doors opened onto the first-floor lobby. A security guard sat watching television.
"Crap… there's someone there. If I walk out now, I'm finished."
Sang-hyuk hurriedly pressed the twentieth-floor button. The twentieth floor had no offices — it was a rooftop storage level stacked with supplies.
The CCTV mounted in the corner of the elevator ceiling caught his eye. The lens was quietly pointed their way. The camera made him uneasy, but all he could do was hope security had not been watching.
The doors closed again and the elevator began to rise. Lee Yu-na still could not stand properly, hanging onto Sang-hyuk's arm and breathing hard. Her eyes were half-glazed, saliva smeared around her mouth.
At the twentieth floor, Sang-hyuk pressed the first-floor button again, then supported the staggering Yu-na out into the corridor. The emergency passage leading to the rooftop was dimly lit. Document boxes were stacked in the corners of the hallway. He carefully seated her on the highest box.
Her skirt still had not been pulled down properly. The insides of her thighs were wetly stained with a mix of love juices and urine. She was still gasping for breath. Residual aftershocks seemed not fully gone — every so often her whole body would spasm.
What do I do…
Suddenly last night's dream rose vivid in his mind. Inside a medieval castle, the desiccated corpses of women piled on the floor — blonde beauties with skin dry as paper, eyes sunken hollow, mouths hanging open. Figures who had died with every last drop of their vital essence and life force drained away.
A chill ran down his spine.
Sang-hyuk looked down at Lee Yu-na. The thought that if he had taken just a little more, this woman might truly have ended up like those corpses crossed his mind.
In the quiet corridor, only Lee Yu-na's ragged breathing echoed softly.
(To be continued)