Marcela's Reward #2
My mind reeled the instant I drove my cock into Marcela’s pussy. The moment I entered her, her walls clamped down with ferocious pressure, squeezing me from the swollen head all the way to the root. Her slick tried to push me out, yet the grip was so merciless that I couldn’t withdraw even an inch.
“Hiiyaaak♡”
Marcela held herself suspended, her cunt locked around me like a vice. Supporting her entire weight on nothing but the back of her head, she looked like a patient mid-seizure. All ten toes curled tight while her thighs danced wildly, thrashing as though lashed by a gale. Between her spread folds and the base of my shaft, a thin trickle of diluted crimson slid free—blood from her ruptured hymen. It was quickly washed away by her flooding juices and vanished.
I rubbed my eyes with one hand. They stung, bloodshot from raw excitement. My other hand rose to her chest, seized the bra, and yanked hard.
The hook shattered. Marcela’s arms jerked upward against her will.
“Kyaaak!”
A cry that might have been pain or ecstasy teased my ears. I hurled the ruined bra aside, latched my mouth onto the delicate pink nipple crowning her full breast, and sucked greedily, nursing like a starving infant. My free hand raked lightly across the other nipple.
Marcela answered with a vulgar scream.
“Hooook! My Demon Kiiing♡”
I began to thrust. Squish—!
Slowly at first, drawing out and driving back in to savor her reaction.
“Hyaak…”
Her mouth gaped, eyes rolled back to show nothing but white. I slammed in twice more, faster.
Squish—! Squish!
“Uhoooh…♡”
Hot breath and a low, throaty moan leaked from her open lips. The pleasure that had been teetering on the edge of climax finally shattered the last barrier and hurled Marcela straight into the abyss.
A warm trickle seeped into my mouth. I swallowed instinctively. It seemed milk-like fluid was leaking from her nipple—perhaps the seductive essence only a succubus could produce. The taste was unbearably sweet.
Squish—! Squish—! Squish!
Once I began serious pistoning, scraping every inch of her inner walls, Marcela’s body bucked several times before going completely limp. The violent trembling stopped; only faint, intermittent twitches remained in time with my thrusts. I wondered if she had fainted, but the lewd cries still escaping her proved she was conscious—barely. It wouldn’t be long before she lost herself entirely. Each deep thrust made her plump outer lips flutter as though gasping for air.
It felt too good. I regretted leaving such a magnificent toy untouched for so long.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
“Uhok! Hiik…! Hyaang…♡”
Her colorful moans and exquisite reactions only made the pleasure sharper. When I finally lifted my mouth from her breast, the pretty pink areola was flushed crimson. It would stay marked for days. I had sucked with too much enthusiasm. Her pale skin made every red imprint stand out vividly.
“Ma… ster… hiyak… I… I…♡”
After reshaping Marcela’s pussy to the exact mold of my cock, she finally managed to call out, voice strained. It seemed she had something to say. I wanted to see whether she could still speak once I filled her.
Face twisted in concentration, I pressed down hard on her lower belly and—
Thrust!
I drove my climax-ready cock as deep as physically possible and unleashed everything.
Spurt—!
My seed flooded her womb, painting every fold white.
“Hyaaooooook!”
She let out an impossibly long shriek. Marcela had reached her own peak. The scream began in a piercing high tone, then gradually dropped as my release continued, finally becoming a broken, whimpering murmur.
“Heuuut… heut… huaaa…♡”
The wave of ecstasy she felt now dwarfed every previous climax. Her exhausted, powerless moans left no doubt. I pulled out, and before the thick semen could spill, I crossed two fingers over her entrance, sealing it shut. A blissful smile bloomed on Marcela’s lips as she lay there with her legs splayed like a frog. The death-grip she’d kept on the sheets finally loosened.
Her hand was covered in blood.
I wiped the sweat from her face and spoke gently.
“You’ll need healing.”
The soft tone made her eyes roll back again. I lifted her into my arms. The mixture of semen and love juice leaked steadily down her thighs.
As promised, I have given you grace. Now work hard.
After the healing, a thorough cleaning, and a fresh change of clothes, Marcela returned. With unfocused eyes and a body that could barely stand, she somehow raised a trembling hand toward the throne. A rushing sound filled the air as every stain and trace of filth gathered into a swirling orb and vanished.
I had been watching quietly from a distance.
“Using magic to clean? How half-hearted.”
“Hiyak!?”
Marcela collapsed onto the floor in shock.
“S-sorry… But… it was too difficult…”
You always cleaned with magic before. What are you talking about?
“I’ll overlook it this once.”
“Thank youuu…”
Her tongue-tied, lisping voice was unexpectedly adorable.
“Keep your promise.”
I was referring to the Aether replication project. Marcela nodded without meeting my eyes, still sitting with her legs spread.
“Yesss…”
When I approached and crouched beside her, she looked up at me with hazy eyes.
“Beautiful.”
“Haat…♡ My Demon Kiiing…”
The center of the suit skirt she had just put on darkened again. Truly third-rate.
“Never forget what you said—about offering your soul to me.”
“O-of course…”
“We start the replication immediately, yes?”
“Understood…”
I ruffled her sweat-damp hair, then returned home.
[Account has been temporarily suspended.]
“What the hell! Why?!”
Sehwa frantically hammered the space bar and mouse. She had been uploading a Twinkle post only to be suspended in real time. Why is this happening? Because it was worth devouring, that’s why.
Lying on the bed and chuckling, I told her,
“You’re supposed to upload for a short time and then delete it. That’s how you keep the account alive.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner…”
“Just make a new one.”
“Haa… I had seven hundred thousand followers. What a waste…”
“Your fan café has twenty million members.”
“That place isn’t fun. I’m not even the one running it…”
True. When I checked, it was nothing but a handful of photos and endless “sniff sniff” comments. Thanks to the fan café members who swarmed every article to upvote praise, Sehwa’s posts rarely saw any hate comments. That was exactly why Marcela had grumbled while manipulating the comment sections.
“I’ll make a new one.”
“Aren’t you getting tired of this? What’s the point if you block everyone and only post pictures?”
“Because looking at the comments scares me…”
“What about Yu Seunghyeon?”
“He just… gets excited when I send him body shots. Want to see?”
“Show me.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Sehwa handed me her phone, revealing the text thread with Yu Seunghyeon.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“At this rate he’s going to go into heat.”
“Watching his reactions is too much fun to stop… Should I be gentler with him?”
“That’s your choice. But keep the ‘morning’ mindset when you do it. The last photo you sent him was risky. The pose looked exactly like Morning’s.”
“Okay.”
The reason I was having Sehwa train Yu Seunghyeon wasn’t just for amusement. The real objective was to prepare him to accept Yuria’s dominant tendencies. Once she began showing submissive signs, I would separate them and arrange a meeting with Yuria.
When you serve her, I will be the one being served. Use him well.
“Let’s create the new account. How should we brand it this time? Morning and Evening again?”
Sehwa’s question sparked an excellent idea. I took the laptop from her.
“This time we’ll make it a private account.”
“Private?”
“We’ll post even more explicit photos and videos, but only share them with mutual followers.”
A deep flush colored Sehwa’s cheeks.
“Then we’ll have to…”
“Obviously we include Yu Seunghyeon. We can even hold occasional events.”
“What kind of events…? You don’t mean…”
The one-way mirror room used for the Choice Room—commonly called the magic mirror. We would seat an invited guest inside and enjoy voyeuristic play. Especially Yu Seunghyeon. The image of him watching us fuck through the glass while wearing a mask and stroking himself made me grin. There was a risk of discovery, but the thrill of walking that tightrope only heightened the excitement.
I slipped an arm around the anxious Sehwa’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“It’s not a couple-meet event, so don’t worry. What do you think?”
“I won’t know until I hear the details…”
“First let’s remake the account. This time using my ID…”
Sehwa frowned after reading the post.
“No one’s going to do this…”
“There are far more people in the world driven by insane lust or twisted desires than you think. Just wait.”
We created the account and left the DM open. Less than ten minutes later, a cheerful notification chimed.
“They actually sent it? And they’re a couple, too.”
“Told you.”
Grinning, I checked the couple’s account. Their photos and content made it clear they enjoyed hookup play. Fifty thousand followers—not huge, but respectable.
Sehwa looked displeased after reading their profiles.
“I don’t like actual meetings…”
“We just won’t hold that kind of event. Should we accept them?”
“Uh… yeah…”
I smiled at the shy Sehwa, followed them back, and sent a reply.
[Hello, Juju Couple. Mutual follow granted! Let’s chat often!]
They answered quickly.
[Thank you so much for accepting us!]
[We’ll upload a commemorative photo for the opening soon. Please look forward to it!]
After handling the messages, I sent one more—to the Twinkle account Yu Seunghyeon had created. Sehwa watched in silence, swallowing nervously.
“What are you planning? Seunghyeon won’t send an ID…”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as we get him to mutual follow somehow.”
Yu Seunghyeon would never be able to resist Morning’s body, the high-level photos, or the videos. After all, he had jerked off to our account countless times. And later he would want to imitate the “Morning and Evening” play with Sehwa himself. There was no way he could stay away.
Once everything was arranged, I picked up my phone and gazed at Sehwa.
“We should give the followers a present, shouldn’t we?”
Sehwa shivered, then answered in a tiny voice.
“Yes…”