So This Actually Works?!
So this actually works?! Honestly, that was never the plan. All I'd ever wanted was to live comfortably and eat well.
There was no reason to get tangled up with demon hunters and whatever else, only to end up suffering some absurd fate. That was exactly why I'd spent so long building goodwill out in the open, doing everything I could to stay off their radar. Because if I slipped up and got dragged back down to Hell, I'd honestly rather die.
A demon making donations to the cathedral must have been quite the laugh. Thanks to that, I'd become something of a… notable figure in City A. I'd even spotted myself in the papers now and then, and it was nothing but praise. Keep donating steadily and volunteer for this and that, and who wouldn't like you?
And being a demon, I could live for centuries. At this rate, I could laze around for the rest of my unnatural life and never want for anything. Goddamn, this was the life! I was basically a rich freeloader!
With all the groundwork done, I figured all that was left was to eat, drink, and enjoy myself. And then an exorcist popped up right in front of me. One who'd come fully prepared to bury me back in that miserable Hell! If I'd been even a little slower, I'd have been launched straight back down there. Just imagining it made my skin crawl.
"That body of yours is something else."
Maybe because this was inside an eroge, but her figure was, frankly, built for sin. All she had on was her underwear. Clutching a hand over her crotch, not knowing what to do with herself, her eyes darting every which way — quite the sight.
"Ngh… th-then just kill me!"
"Ah, can't do that."
"Wh-why not…?"
"Because if I killed you here, everything I've built up until now would go to waste."
State authority turned out to be a far bigger deal than I'd expected. Committing murder right here might stir up all sorts of tedious trouble, and that would be more than I could handle. No matter how much goodwill I'd farmed over the years, murder was a different beast entirely. Even getting tangled in an investigation would deal a real blow. So killing her had never even been on the table. I'd crawled through three hundred years of hell to get this far — no way was I throwing it all away now.
"What's your name?"
"Y-Yume…"
"I see. Yume, was it? Honestly, I'm pissed off right now. Some exorcist barges in out of nowhere and tries to take me down. If I'd been even a little slower, you'd have shoved me and this whole city into the abyss together."
I said it mockingly, glancing up at her, and her eyes were trembling. Well, well. So this worked on her too. Truth be told, it was closer to gaslighting, but there was some truth to it. The moment I disappeared and the company's policies changed, who knew what would happen to everyone's jobs here. Jobs would shrink considerably, for one. I'd even built a factory, and honestly, that operation was running on a razor's edge. I was leaving it alone purely for the favorability farming.
"Now then… the very person who tried to erase me is standing there fuming like she's the wronged party? You haven't even properly apologized, have you? Oh my, whatever shall I do with you?"
"Ngh…"
"Give me the most humiliating apology you can manage. Then maybe — maybe — I'll forgive you."
At that, she let out a long breath. Then, squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly began to turn.
"Haa… haa…"
The wet catch in her breathing was something to behold. Before long, she stripped off what little she wore and began folding it neatly beneath her. Even her shrine maiden robes got folded with care, and then she sank down onto them, sending me helpless, searching glances. Then she slammed her forehead to the floor and cried out:
"I-I'm sorry! Please, forgive me, just this once!"
An utterly textbook naked dogeza. The pinnacle of Japanese culture, you might call it. Frankly, it was quite the view. Seriously.
Mm-hm, I nodded along, savoring the sight, and the way her breasts pressed against the floor and bulged slightly to the sides was truly magnificent. Hot damn! Tits! And the way she kept her hips slightly raised on top of that — let's just say it made for quite the picturesque scene. I kept nodding along, mm-hm, mm-hm, and somehow my eyes kept drifting to how much lewder it all was than I'd imagined.
That phenomenal body filled my view. Heavy breasts squashed against the floor, hips full and wide, waist cinched narrow. I watched her at my leisure for a while, then quietly shed my own clothes. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I stood beside her.
"Hey. You can get up now."
"Th-thank you-♥"
The moment she lifted her head, my cock was right there, springing up perfectly level with her eyes.
"Ah…?"
I saw her flinch. With spellbound eyes, she couldn't tear her gaze away from the massive cock standing erect before her. Quite the sight.
"Wh-what, got a problem with it?"
"N-no, it's just, there's a cock right in front of me…"
"A cock, and? You got some kind of complaint?"
"N-no, but… I've never seen one this big. Aah-"
I could feel her breath washing over my cock, hoo, hoo. Eyes locked onto my crotch, at a complete loss, yet sitting there without any real attempt to turn her head away — it was hilarious.
"Oh ho-"
Before long, she was even nudging her nose right up against it. Watching her inhale, hoo, hoo, while gently swaying her hips, I couldn't help nodding along in approval.
"Well, well. You came here to destroy me, and now you're panting at the sight of my cock?"
I took in the sight of her kneeling there, breathing out sweet, honeyed breaths. Before long she was pressing her nose against my cock and inhaling, hoo, hoo. Seriously. Did she come here planning this from the start?
"Don't you have a boyfriend? Does he know you look like this right now?"
"Th-this is, my body's moving on its own… What did you do to me?!"
"Hm…? I haven't done a thing. You're just hopelessly horny, that's all."
A lie, of course. Demons are born with the power to bewitch humans. If she hadn't ended up like this, something would have been genuinely wrong.
"Hoo- oh ho-"
I glanced down at her, inhaling my scent. By now she was so thoroughly hooked on my cock that she kept burying her nose against it and breathing in, completely lost to everything else.
"Man, what am I going to do with you, though? You're throwing a tantrum while my cock's standing straight up. I can't exactly forgive you while it's like this, can I? Right?"
"Ah… n-no way- I'm a proud exorcist. I would never lose to some cock…"
"It's not about losing to it. Think of it as fighting the cock and winning, no?"
"Hm…?"
She looked up at me with hazy eyes. Staring at that heavy, fully erect thing while breathing out feverish breaths — it was pretty funny. Because she genuinely seemed to be buying this nonsense.
"You're not being defeated by a cock. You've been granted a chance to fight a demon's cock and win — and you're just going to pass that up? Hm?"
"I-is that so…? If I beat a demon's cock, then maybe, as an exorcist…"
"Exactly! This is an opportunity for you! A chance to prove yourself as an exorcist!"
"Ha… aha… r-right… I can exterminate a cock like this anytime. So…♥"
At last, with those hazy eyes, she pressed a light kiss to the tip. She breathed out slowly against my cock, then lifted her head, and what came out of her mouth was pretty damn funny.
"This is my first kiss. I've never even given one to him. It means I'll fight your cock with everything I've got! Got that?"
Her mind was so far gone she didn't seem to register what she was even saying. Well, not my problem.
"Good. Come at me! Like anything you do could bring me down!"
"Haha… the arrogance is astounding. Fine then — my mouth-pussy service is going to wreck your cock, so brace yourself!"
And with that declaration, eyes completely bewitched, she swallowed my cock to the root in one go, chup-
Ohhh…! How do I put this — this was intense. Both of us stripped bare without a stitch on, the city skyline laid out through the window behind her — and in the middle of all that, she was sucking me off.
"Oh- chup- mm- schlop-"
Making sweet, wet sounds, she knelt before me, gasping. Eyes rolled up and glistening, utterly lost in her service — it was beyond comical.
"Mmhoo- hoo-"
"Ohh, rolling your tongue, are we? Don't tell me it actually feels too good?"
Letting out a vague, muffled whine, she began gripping my hips tight. Anyone could see she was hopelessly addicted to the cock.
"Mmhooooo-"
The moment she came with a shudder, I slammed my hips forward, burying myself straight down her throat. Her breath caught tight around my cock as sweet moans leaked out between thrusts, and I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face flush against my crotch, nose buried deep.
"Here it comes! Take it all!"
"Mmhhiiii-"
Spurt-
Spurt- spurt-
I could faintly see her throat bobbing, gulp, gulp. Damn. She really had swallowed every last drop. And then, after all that tongue work, she kept my cock in her mouth, eyes half-lidded and expression melted, savoring the taste. A bonus, really.
Hoooo… schlooop- mm-
Eventually my cock slid free of her mouth-pussy, still standing rock hard. She knelt there dazed for a moment before pressing another light kiss to the tip.
"Hoo… haa… ha… Oh, it's still alive. Right- the exorcism isn't over yet. So…!"
Then she sprang to her feet, hands clasped behind her head, and shouted while her tits swayed and bounced:
"You stared your fill and got your cock standing straight up, didn't you?! Whatever it takes, I'll exterminate that cock of yours — on an exorcist's honor!"
Ohhh…
Hard to believe she could still spout exorcism talk looking like that.
