Chapter 121: Breaking the Spirit - 8
Chapter 121: Breaking the Spirit - 8
"You...."
"Nn, haa...."
Yura sucked on Jiha's lips, then pushed her tongue inside, soft and yielding, tangling it with his.
Whenever Jiha started to speak, her tongue deftly pressed against his and blocked him.
Saliva spread thick and sticky, and a fresh wave of heat rushed to his head.
"......Nn, ngh, Yura."
"Haa, mm."
Yura pulled his hand down and made it cup her breast.
The soft yet springy weight of her full mound filled his palm, and Jiha felt reason beginning to snap.
Groping. Fumbling.
Jiha reached his other hand up and felt along the window frame.
"Haa, aahh...."
Yura nipped at his lips with wet, eager sounds, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding their most intimate places together in a lewd friction while she panted.
A situation that would drive any man insane. Even Jiha found it hard to endure the succubus pinned beneath him, clinging tight and writhing indecently.
Screech. Click.
Still, in the midst of that daze, he managed to shut the window and lock it.
Now no one outside could see in, and no sound would leak out.
"Hoo, hooo... But you're still fully dressed."
"Mm, then you don't have to take anything off...."
Sensing that Jiha was now willing, Yura whispered demurely, her hands moving.
Clank. Clank.
The sound of the fastened belt coming undone, and then she drew out the already-hardened length.
Yura pushed her own lower garment aside and pulled his shaft toward her.
Shlurrp.
It sank into her inner flesh as if being swallowed.
"Nn, nghh...."
"Ah, ahh. Aaah...."
The man sighed at the oppressive pleasure, and the woman shuddered.
Yura's insides had already grown hot, clamping down on his manhood and sucking hard.
A pleasure that made his crown tingle. Once she had him inside, there was no getting out until he came.
"Hoo, hooo...."
Breath grown rough, Jiha pulled Yura's head close and whispered.
"......You fell backward on purpose, didn't you?"
"......Nn, ngh. Yes. Ha, haa...."
Yura had used the pretense of a goodbye kiss to seduce him into one more round.
Trusting that if she pretended to trip, Jiha would catch her.
Yura was a succubus. She could fly.
There was absolutely no danger of her falling and getting hurt, but he hadn't had a moment to think about that.
When a man and a woman are together, protecting his female is a male's instinct.
"Hoo, nngh...."
"Haa, slowly, slowly... mm."
And Yura, following a female's instinct, knew exactly how to catch a male's attention and had put on a coquettish act.
A lovely bit of mischief.
Now that he was sunk into that obscenely sucking flesh, there was no stopping halfway.
Jiha exhaled and began to move.
"Nn, ngh...."
"Slowly, please... haa, nngh."
Yura wrapped both arms around his neck, hooked both legs over his hips, pulled him close, and whispered.
Usually she let him do as he pleased, but now was different.
She wanted to stay together even a little longer.
She was begging.
"Yeah, alright, alright...."
Jiha understood that feeling and slowed his hips' pace.
Savoring the way her inner flesh squirmed lewdly while still pulling and sucking at him.
He took both her hands in his and devoted himself to the kiss.
"Ha, haah. Aaah...."
Yura blinked her wet eyes, holding his hands tightly, and drew ragged, yearning breaths.
A slow, unhurried motion.
Slow sex.
Because they both wanted this final moment together to last just a little longer.
Even fully dressed, they had only bared their sexes, locked them tight together, and kept on exchanging kisses.
"Haa, nngh...."
Long.
So long, the mingling of tongues and sexes.
"Jiha...."
"Yeah, ngh...."
While her sweet voice trembled, he savored the clinging inner flesh of the succubus, slow and deep.
A tingling, crown-throbbing pleasure stretched on.
"Ha, haah...."
"Mm, ha-ngh, ah-ngh."
Even moving slowly, both of them were growing more aroused.
On the verge of parting, they were yearning for each other with regret. They needed to finish quickly, yet the wish to stay together a bit more set both their bodies on fire.
And enjoying it slowly was a different kind of pleasure.
Yura's inner flesh sucked at him drawn-out and desperate, shluurrp, shluurrp, and it literally felt like being sucked from the root.
Rocking. Slightly rocking....
Even so, Jiha endured and kept it unhurried, sliding in and out a little at a time.
Thick honey flowed out, coiling around his shaft and wrapping it in smoother, more wanton tightness.
"Nngh, nngh."
"Mm, haa, ah-ngh...."
Rocking. Slightly rocking....
Yura beneath him, as though she could no longer bear it, started to roll her own hips in response to him.
"Ah, hoo...."
"Ah, ahng. J-Jiha. It's okay. N-Now. Mm, ngh...."
Yura was the first to get too worked up, swinging her hips wide and writhing obscenely with his length clamped tight inside her.
Her usual succubus attire still on, only the fabric pushed aside as he drove into her—now she was thrashing first and pleading for him to go faster—and it made his head boil over anew.
"Nngh."
"Mm, nngh. Ngh, Jiha is. Mm, ngh...."
Slap. Slap!
Yura grew impatient and lifted her hips first, sucking and milking Jiha's length.
Jiha, who had been controlling the pace the whole time with slow thrusts and withdrawals, felt a tingle run up his spine and gradually sped up.
"Ahng, ha-ahng. Ahng. Ngh, ngh...."
The succubus's moans, kept low before, rose higher, and the arms wrapped around Jiha's neck clenched with strength.
"Pound me... as much as you want."
"...."
Shluk. Slap! Slap!! Shluk. Shluurp!!
The moment she whispered that lewdly into his ear, Jiha lost himself and drove his hips.
When this adorable, lovely female said she wanted to do it once more, that now he could have her however he liked, and put on that coquettish air—he couldn't hold back.
"Hup, huhk, huuuhk."
"Mm, ha-ngh. Ha-ahng... ah-ng, ahk! Nngh!"
Squeeeeze.
When Jiha buried himself to the hilt and circled his hips, stimulating deep inside, Yura trembled and convulsed.
At that instant, the sucking inner flesh clamped down as if locking tight and pulled at him even harder.
Shlrrrt! Shlrrrrt!!
Yura's climax, and right after, Jiha's body shook as he released.
"Hup, huhk, huuuhk...."
Because they had coupled while fully dressed, his whole body was soaked with sweat.
But he had not a moment to think about that, because the spurting kept on.
Pssht! Shlrrrrt.
"Nngh, ha-ngh. Haaangh...."
Yura's body quivered as she received Jiha's release, and she stuck out her tongue.
Right where he could see it.
Then she used that tongue to lewdly lap up along Jiha's jaw.
Slurp.
A succubus's tongue-play, tickling his jaw as if savoring the droplets of his sweat.
Still deep in the throes of release, Jiha was convulsing and could only let her do as she pleased.
Peck. Suck.
Then Yura lifted her head and kissed Jiha.
Shlrrrrt!
Another spurt followed, and kept following... until it finally ended.
"Hoo, hoooo...."
"Ah, ngh. Nnngh...."
Yura, lips pressed to his, also trembled and drew deep, shuddering breaths.
Her cheeks flushed red, Yura lowered her eyes and whispered.
"......I'm sorry for always doing this."
"Hooo... Then should I not do it with you anymore?"
"What!?"
Yura's eyes flew open wide, as if struck by lightning.
A thoroughly terrified expression.
Jiha grinned and spoke.
"Joking. How am I supposed to live without sleeping with a woman this cute and lewd."
"......J-Jiha."
Yura let out a relieved sigh, though her eyes still flickered up at him warily.
Jiha laughed and said,
"Kiss me and I'll forgive you."
"......Yes."
Peck.
Yura gave him a light kiss, then studied his face.
A succubus who had come to know men through Jiha, she looked frightened at the thought—what if what he just said were true, even by one chance in ten thousand.
Mwah.
This time Jiha kissed her.
To reassure her that such a thing would never happen.
A long kiss.
At last, it was over.
After tidying up the sofa, Jiha left the bedroom first.
"Hoooo...."
Self-confidence comes in many forms.
Sexual allure and the ability to satisfy a partner can also become a root of confidence.
Yura had realized that today and changed a little.
Jiha had shattered the heart she'd kept shut away and remade it anew.
Even if she had changed, her fundamental nature was still very gentle.
Still, he had barely managed to pull free at the very end.
"She'd wreck a man."
He could easily guess how hard the succubus species must have had it.
If used right, doesn't that mean you could have a top-grade sex slave in lifelong service?
The trap called Drain, which could drain a reckless man dry, lay in wait... but countless men must have gone wild-eyed at the sight of a succubus and thrown themselves at her.
Yura had been safe only thanks to the authority of a Unique and Asira's protection. Without those, all kinds of madmen would have come rushing in.
"I need to be careful too...."
Enjoying women is fine, but one mistake and your life is ruined.
He mustn't repeat Jigu's failures.
Steeling his heart, Jiha walked on, then stopped.
The room next to the bedroom where he had just lain with Yura.
Jiha stopped in front of the door where Kamain was confined and knocked slowly.
"...."
No answer.
Jiha waited a moment, then knocked once more.
Crash!
Craaack!
The sound of something breaking inside.
"Rraaaaagh!!"
A frantic, raging scream followed.
At the bellowing from inside the room, Jiha stepped back, folded his arms, and watched.
The noise, which went on for a while, soon cut off abruptly, and silence fell.
'A real house-bound Lu Bu....'
Her eyes had gone wild, but she didn't seem ready to burst out just yet.
Jiha nodded and turned around.
He'd sown the seeds. Soon enough, he'd reap the harvest.