Chapter 118: Breaking the Spirit - 5
Chapter 118: Breaking the Spirit - 5
As Jiha's manhood pushed inward, the wet heat welcomed it gladly, quivering as it swallowed him whole.
Yura looked up at Jiha with a reproachful gaze.
"Y-you said I could use my hand......"
"This feels better."
"Nn, nnn......"
Yura, who had been about to protest, bit her lip as the tip reached the deepest part of her and melted into pleasure.
The thoroughly soaked depths of the succubus fervently welcomed the man who had returned to her.
Even just holding him inside, the sucker-like ridges massaged his length, sucking with greed.
'Nngh......'
The tingling pleasure short-circuited his brain, making his vision swim for a moment, but Jiha kept his expression neutral.
Yura's body was less about tickling protrusions and more of a sucking type—something no human woman could provide.
If Enril was a masterpiece renowned for tightness, and Leticia was sublime for how narrow she was, then Yura was all about the suction.
"Hooo......"
When Jiha didn't move right away, Yura caught her breath and gazed up at him, reading his mood.
"D-does it feel good inside?"
"......What?"
"You told...... Asira I was good......"
It seemed the provocative remark Jiha had thrown out earlier had been weighing on her mind.
While she was anxiously studying his face, the manhood buried inside her reflexively twitched.
When Jiha absently drew his hips back, the sucking flesh contracted and clenched in desperate regret, pleading to hold onto him.
"......Ngh."
At her silent plea not to pull out, Jiha let out an involuntary groan.
It had already felt good—manageably so—but now it was enough to make his hips tremble.
'Well, back then I almost died because of the Drain......'
That danger was gone now, but in its place came a dizzyingly heightened pleasure.
This hole seemed born for the sole purpose of making him feel good.
It squeezed him exactly how Jiha liked, relaxed, and sucked.
"Haa......"
Even as he slowly rocked his hips, painstakingly holding back the pleasure, the effort was agonizing.
Yura watched him with a plaintive look, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It's hard...... to hold back, isn't it?"
"......"
"It's not your fault, Jiha. It's because I've been...... fully subordinated."
Jiha suppressed the pleasure and silently asked with his eyes.
Beyond the fact that a succubus could only find true pleasure in the night with her first man, there seemed to be a great deal she hadn't explained.
"Nn. Haa. My...... body...... Nnn. Has changed...... for you, Jiha."
"Hoo......"
Jiha fought not to groan as he moved his hips.
Every time he thrust, Yura's hands, clutching the bed sheets, flinched and her upper body twisted. The sight of her huge breasts swaying with each motion was utterly mesmerizing.
The tangible feeling of making this woman come by driving into her was undeniable.
Meanwhile, her hole sucked at him with such animal greed that the surging pleasure and lust drove him mad; it was a wonder he didn't turn into a beast.
It was a lewd body that made him want to pound away frantically, cum, and cum again—one that would turn even a saint into a brute.
"Ngh......"
Enril, Leticia, and Lijin were all masterpieces that held their own against Yura, which was how Jiha managed to cling to his reason.
If he'd been inexperienced and Yura had been his first, he'd have shaken his hips mindlessly like a dog humping a leg.
"Subordination is...... Nngh. Haah......"
As if reaching a small climax with every thrust, Yura shook her head from side to side, letting out breathy moans.
Her face looked pitiful, as if begging him to stop thrusting, but her lower lips devoured him lewdly.
Jiha forcibly controlled his pace, his sweat-damp jaw twitching.
"Keep talking......"
"A succubus who is fully subordinated...... her body completely changes for that man alone. So that you can feel more pleasure, Jiha...... my body too......"
Even as embarrassment colored her cheeks, Yura convulsed with every one of Jiha's thrusts.
When she muffled her moans by biting the bed sheet, Jiha shoved himself in deep and pulled the fabric away.
"Is that all?"
"N-no. Nnn. Nngh......"
Yura's hips bucked, and her breasts bounced, springing upward.
When Jiha reached out without thinking, a melting sensation filled his palm.
A warm, impossibly soft handful rolled against his hand, delivering a sweet, enveloping texture.
Clutching those incredible breasts in both hands while moving his hips, he felt like his whole body was dissolving.
"Ah, in the future, my body will...... little by little...... change according to what you desire, Jiha."
"Right. Haa......"
Jiha groaned as he pulled his hips back.
He was usually the type to suppress his moans even when mixing bodies with a woman, but the sensation of being completely enveloped and sucked stole his breath.
Yura, who had been sobbing beneath him, spoke weakly.
"And...... a subordinated succubus...... can't bear a child unless it's that man's."
As she said that, Yura slowly touched her lower belly, and a strange crimson pattern rose to the surface of her skin.
It was likely the mark of her complete subordination.
"When your desire for me arises, Jiha...... this appears on my skin, and my body heats up until I can't endure it."
From a succubus's perspective, there was truly no way out.
If the man desired her, her body would heat. If the man died, she would die too. Whatever the man demanded, she had to obey without question.
"Do you keep it hidden normally?"
"Yes, nn. It appears because I've been completely subordinated."
"......I see. Nnngh."
Jiha rocked his hips again, thrusting deep, deeper.
He had managed to hold onto his reason through the conversation, but he was truly at his limit now.
Yura, who had been trying to smile, clutched the bedsheets and let out a sweet moan.
"Ah, haak. Haaak......"
As the man burrowed into her flesh, the woman sobbed in pained bliss.
Jiha's breathing roughened as he increased his pace and pounded into her.
Her lower body sucked him with ecstatic hunger, while the woman above sobbed desperately, coloring with pleasure. The contrast ignited a fierce heat that sent power surging into his groin.
"Hoo, hoo......"
"Nnn, haak. Haah......"
Jiha leaned his upper body down and moved his hips faster.
As his manhood burrowed deeper and faster, Yura writhed and grew wetter.
"Haak, haah. Nnn. J-Jiha......"
The manhood plunged all the way in, drew back just enough to tease her, then thrust back roughly. Yura's eyes rolled and a thin moan escaped her.
Gazing down at the dark-red weapon invading her body, Yura let out a low moan.
"Ah, you can't finish inside. I might get pregnant......"
"......"
Jiha didn't answer and kept moving his hips.
Realizing the man had no intention of stopping, Yura's face filled with fear.
"Ah, no. If I have a child, then with Asira you'll......"
"Then you'd be beating her, wouldn't you?"
"Wh-what is that supposed to......"
Jiha sealed Yura's lips with his own.
While sucking on the succubus's pouting lips, he used his manhood to pound her lower ones.
The deeper Jiha thrust, the more he pushed while tangling their tongues, the more Yura's hole clamped down on him, trying to wring him dry.
When Jiha, pressing her down, began moving his hips in large, bucking motions, Yura pushed against his chest with her arms, attempting to force him away somehow.
But the more she resisted, the deeper and harder Jiha drove himself in.
"Ah, no. No. Nnn...... Haaaht. Haaang...... If a c-child...... comes...... with Asira you'll. Nn, ggh."
Smack. Smack!
When he pulled out to the very tip and slammed all the way back in, her flesh clenched and released his entire length, sending shivers through him.
Pinning down the shoulders of the succubus who was writhing to escape his embrace, savoring the lewd sensation of her voluptuous breasts rubbing against his chest, he plunged freely into the utterly suppressed female hole and withdrew as he pleased.
"Ha, haat. Haang. Nnn......"
Every time Yura trembled and convulsed, the tightness intensified.
As the slick, fluid-drenched mass of soft flesh squeezed him violently, Jiha's patience hit its limit.
"Gh. Nngh......"
Fwbash!
The manhood, buried to the hilt, poured out his seed freely into the woman's depths.
Jiha, his groin pressed flush with no gap, gasped for breath.
"Haak. Haak. Haah......"
Every time the exhausted Yura panted, her inner walls fluttered, and the subtle changes around his shaft tickled the still-ejaculating manhood.
As if provoking him, questioning whether this was enough to satisfy, the flesh kept milking him, drawing out every last spurt of pooled semen.
"Ah...... Ngh."
Yura looked down in bewilderment at the man trembling while completely buried inside her.
The crimson pattern surfaced again below Yura's navel and then slowly faded.
It was a report: Jiha had sown his seed inside the succubus subordinated to him.
"Hooooo......"
Jiha gathered his wits as he caught his breath.
The pleasure had been mind-numbingly intense, but his focus on gathering information had allowed him to endure.
Yura, her face disheveled with sweat and pleasure, carefully parted her lips.
"Jiha......"
"What?"
Yura hesitated, then spoke.
"......If you do it with Asira, it will feel much better."
"......"
When Jiha looked down at her, Yura flinched.
Afraid she had done something wrong.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't lose to her?"
"That's......"
"You should be convincing me that doing it with you feels better—that you won't lose to her."
Jiha spoke calmly.
Yura respected Asira, whom she had grown up with as if she were family, but also found her intimidating. She loved her while simultaneously nursing an inferiority complex.
Learning that Asira had taken a liking to Jiha, she wished them both well, but had no intention of stepping aside herself.
Complicated feelings.
But as far as Jiha was concerned, seeing his woman so timid and listless was wholly unappealing.
"Nnnngh."
Squirt.
A delayed release.
As he kept his cock planted deep inside her, the semen that had pooled at the root spurted out once more.
Jiha, head bowed, pressed his forehead against Yura's and gasped, his body trembling as he came.
He did it deliberately.
To show her:
How good it felt, doing this with you.
"......Can't you make me feel even better?"
When Jiha closed his eyes and spoke in a loosened, imploring tone, Yura's expression shifted.
"I-I'll make you feel good, Jiha!"
A woman's determination surfaced on Yura's face.