Chapter 226 Melting Night -9
Chapter 226 Melting Night -9
Yura, on her hands and knees, removed Jiha's shoes and lowered her head without a moment's hesitation.
"Mm...."
The ticklish sensation of lips on the top of his foot. As Jiha looked down, a pale female form stirred in the darkness, licking his feet.
True to her succubus nature, Yura's outfit was revealing, leaving the line of her back completely exposed.
From her shoulders to her slender waist, over the pleasing swell of her hips, and down to her pale thighs—an alluring curve designed to tempt any man.
And that voluptuous body was meticulously lapping at his feet.
"......."
The tickling felt oddly good.
More than that, Yura was putting genuine care into the act.
Her tongue teased and probed, leaving not even the gaps between his toes neglected, nearly drawing an involuntary groan from him.
As Jiha suppressed the sound, Yura moved to his other foot.
"Mm."
The slick saliva and warm tongue gliding over the rough skin of his foot made him instinctively curl his toes.
As if reading his mind, Yura used her fingers to slowly tease the toes on his left foot. Jiha fought the reflexive urge to scrunch them tight.
Lick. Lick.
The attention that started at his feet traveled slowly up to his ankles. When her tongue grazed the hollow of his anklebone, a shiver ran through him.
A normal woman would never serve him this meticulously.
The Uniques Jiha had taken tried to please him in their own ways, but they lacked the knowledge or experience to do it properly. They were enthusiastic but clumsy, which provided a certain psychological satisfaction.
Yura, however, was a succubus. She instinctively sought out and attacked the places Jiha liked best.
All to please her master.
Her tongue traced up his calf and traveled deep along his thigh.
"Hoo...."
A sigh escaped Jiha as her tongue found a cluster of sensitive nerves. Reacting to his response, Yura's grip on his leg tightened, yet her tongue never stopped its work.
She seemed intent on licking and sucking every inch of his lower body as if it were a piece of candy.
His arousal had long since stiffened from the relentless attention.
But Yura deliberately ignored it, turning her head to lavish the same treatment on his other thigh.
She was already in heat, yet she forced herself to look away, prioritizing Jiha's satisfaction over her own.
While her tongue skillfully worked his thigh, Yura's hands strayed up to his chest. She deftly found the buttons and stripped off his top, her fingers beginning to roam over his chest.
Slender digits brushed over his nipples, tracing slow, teasing circles.
"Ngh...."
As if satisfied by his groan, the suction on his thigh intensified.
Her head, having traveled up his leg, lingered around his lower abdomen before her mouth found the side of his torso.
"Hoo...."
It felt like his entire body was melting. Jiha closed his eyes as she systematically located and exploited every weak spot. Her tongue traveled upward again, this time delving into his armpit.
The touch of a woman's tongue on a defenseless vital spot made his arousal twitch reflexively.
"Ha...."
He wanted to plunge inside her right then, but Yura's mouth had already shifted, trailing over his chest. Her hands were on his buttocks, kneading them gently.
Her hands and mouth never rested for a moment, all geared toward making him feel good.
Swish. Swish.
Yura's tongue slid across his chest, slowly approaching a nipple.
Jiha had been savoring the woman's best efforts while she held her own heated body in check, but he decided it was time to give her a reward.
He caught the hand that was tickling his waist and guided it slowly down to his groin.
"Ah...."
At the silent permission to finally touch him, a moan-like sigh escaped Yura's lips.
Still careful, she kept her mouth occupied, circling his navel with her tongue as only her hand stroked his length.
Swish. Swish-swish.
A woman's soft hand kneaded his hardened shaft.
Her boneless fingers, which had been lightly wrapped around him, tightened slightly as they stroked upward. The pressure varied, shifting from soft to a sharper, more stimulating grip before relaxing again, expertly modulating the pleasure.
It was a touch that betrayed a desire to help him enjoy it for a long, long time, rather than simply pushing him toward a quick finish.
"Haa, haa...."
Yet Yura's lips, which had been kissing a path below his navel, stopped dead, frozen in indecision.
Her red eyes were hazy with lust. She had been holding back the Mana of subordination through sheer willpower, but now that her hand was touching his cock, she could no longer contain her own desperate need.
The desire to take her master's cock into her mouth, to take him inside her body immediately, was becoming unbearable.
A rational part of her mind screamed that she shouldn't—that she was still being punished—but she found herself paralyzed, caught in the struggle.
Yura looked up at Jiha with a pleading gaze.
"Can I do more?"
Even as she asked, her hand never stopped stroking his cock, gliding from the tip down to the base.
The sensation of her expertly modulated grip passing over the ridge sent jolts of tension straight to his waist.
"Master Jiha...."
In response to her plea, Jiha ran his index finger over Yura's lips.
Her lips parted as if she had been waiting for exactly this, her crimson tongue darting out and retreating.
It wasn't a direct lick of his finger, but a fleeting, provocative touch—a challenge daring him to chase her.
Jiha didn't hesitate. He pushed his finger straight into her mouth.
"Ah, hngg...!"
The moment he touched her, the tension melted from Yura's face, and her eyes grew moist.
Her lips closed, trapping his finger, and her tongue began to gently suckle it.
Slurp. Sluuurp....
She sucked his finger with a varying rhythm, sometimes soft, sometimes fierce, and his nerves instantly focused on the sensation with sharp intensity.
Yura closed her eyes and devoted herself to pleasuring his index finger.
When her lips tightened around him and sucked, her tongue would lap at his knuckles; when she released him gently, she would trace the side of his finger. The interplay of lips and tongue created a fantastic, dreamlike sensation.
"Hm."
With his other hand, Jiha stroked Yura's forehead and then brushed back her bangs. At that, her shoulders flinched and her wings gave a slight flutter.
She was thrilled by the implicit praise—that he liked her service, that Jiha was acknowledging her efforts.
"Haa, haa...."
Enthralled with Jiha's index finger, Yura grabbed his wrist and began to lick and suck every other finger, one by one.
The restraint she had been holding onto completely shattered under the praise. Only when Jiha pushed her head down gently did she manage to stop.
"Haa, haaah.... S-sorry...."
Her face flushed, Yura shook her head.
"Don't rush."
That was all Jiha said as he pressed down on her head, guiding her toward his cock.
Understanding, Yura licked a path down his stomach, descending toward his lower half.
Thanks to her efforts—especially the way she had sucked his fingers—he was now fully erect and throbbing.
"Nngh."
Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Yura hesitated.
Now that the subordination was active, she was deep in her own heat. If she took Jiha's cock into her mouth recklessly, she would lose all control in her frenzy to make him come.
Some might prefer that, of course.
But Yura wanted Jiha to enjoy himself for as long as possible. Even knowing he wouldn't stop after just one round.
She wanted to prolong her master's pleasure every time, as long as possible.
It was an antinomy—maximum pleasure for a maximum duration—that seemed almost impossible to achieve. But she was a succubus. With enough effort, she could make it happen.
"Haa...."
Suppressing her own desires, Yura exerted tremendous patience for the sake of pleasing the man. She opened her mouth, and her tongue lightly brushed against his sack.
"......Mm."
The soft, vulnerable area between his balls was prodded by her tongue, and a groan escaped Jiha before he could stop it.
Yura's tongue pressed gently against that weak spot, and then began tracing slow circles as she licked across the entire pouch. She deliberately avoided overstimulating him, even touching the less sensitive areas to keep the pleasure a slow, steady burn.
"......."
Every time the red hair buried between his legs moved, a viscous, ticklish sensation rose from below.
Enjoying the sight, Jiha unconsciously tightened his grip on the woman's head.
A demand for more sensation. Yura obliged, kneading his sack with one hand while the other stroked his shaft.
She spread the drop of fluid that had leaked from his arousal across her palm, and as she slicked it slowly down his length, a dizzying spark shot up Jiha's spine.
She didn't stop there. Her tongue licked the sensitive head.
"Ngh...."
As if craving his nectar, she used only her tongue to tease the slit, making it impossible to hold back a groan.
It was a startling, trembling sensation—an attack on a spot that would make any man incredibly sensitive. Jiha instinctively tried to pull his hips back.
But Yura's gentle kneading of his sack in her palm stopped him from retreating.
As if telling him it was okay, to relax, she rolled the pair softly in her hand while diligently tracing his shaft and finally flicking her tongue over his urethra.
A numbing ache shot through his waist, electricity racing along his body.
"Ah...."
His lips parted involuntarily at the bizarre, unfamiliar sensation.
A flash of light sparked before his eyes, and as his strength drained from his waist, Yura withdrew her tongue and looked up at him.
Undisguised satisfaction and pride in her achievement were etched on her face at Jiha's reaction.
When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and she once again assaulted the slit of his glans with her tongue.
"Ah, ngh...."
As her tongue wormed its way in, a primal, masculine fear took over.
He had faced life-and-death situations countless times, but this was completely different.
Jiha fought to keep himself from crumbling before the terror of this pleasure. Yura, sensing this, began to soothe the entire head with her tongue.
Her caresses were meant to comfort and reassure him... before her slick tongue delicately probed his urethra again.
"Ha...."
His cock jumped to full, iron-hard attention even as his hips jerked backward involuntarily.
Yura didn't push him. She took her time, slowly assaulting Jiha's urethra in a deliberate attempt to put him at ease.
Every time the soft muscle of her tongue stimulated the opening, a jolt of pleasure like lightning would strike, causing his body to tense up before going limp in a repeating cycle.
Both her hands worked persistently, teasing his shaft and sack just enough to keep him from reaching a full climax, while her tongue played a masterful game around his slit.
It was a technique designed to keep him perpetually on edge, aroused but never reaching the finish, lost in pure enjoyment.
"......Ngh."
It felt incredible, but it was also maddeningly frustrating, filling him with the urgent desire to just let go.
After several minutes of this relentless, targeted assault, a clear fluid began to leak out, and each time, Yura would lap it up joyfully as if receiving a treat.
It was a service of total bodily devotion, an act of pure effort to keep Jiha entertained for as long as he desired.
"That's enough...."
Stifling a groan, Jiha pressed down on Yura's head.
With a reluctantly pouting face, Yura lifted her head and looked up at him.
"...Are you tired of it?"
"Shut up...."
The rough words slipped out before he could stop them.
The pleasure was making his head spin, turning him violent.
Yura had been so persistent in her service, meaning only to please him and make it last as long as he might want. But for the male on the receiving end, it was sheer madness. What man wouldn't lose his temper from being kept constantly aroused without release?
Jiha had held out as long as he could, but his temper had frayed to an unprecedented degree.
When Jiha, his face a mask of angry lust, grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up, Yura quickly rose, trying to strip off her clothes.
But Jiha didn't wait. He grabbed both her legs and lifted her into the air.
"Ah, w-wait. Master Jiha."
"I said shut up...."
With a low growl, Jiha tore away the clothes covering Yura's lower half as if ripping them off. Yura reflexively used her flight to make herself weightless, but she hurried to speak.
"N-no, that's not...."
Click.
The door opened, and a silhouette stepped inside.
It was Asira, the room's owner.
"......."
Her eyes met Jiha's and she blinked.
The scene before her—a completely naked Jiha holding Yura up—was one she didn't seem to process immediately.
To Jiha, she was a new piece of prey.
Top-grade meat to be devoured as well.