Chapter 3: Comfort
Chapter 3: Comfort
Her breathtaking beauty, the overt sensuality radiating from her, the deep cleavage nestled within tights that made him want to bury his face in them—
Her sturdy thighs emphasized by garter belts, and the mound of her lower abdomen visible through the thin fabric—everything before Jaejin’s eyes commanded his undivided attention.
A Succubus: a being whose every body part was designed to lead a man into carnal desire.
Before he knew it, Lena had stripped Jaejin of his underwear and was grasping his trembling member, which was barely two knuckles long.
"Ugh..."
A pathetic groan escaped him as he was enveloped by the sensation of soft silk, but there was nothing Jaejin could do. His body felt broken, refusing to move under the weight of excessive excitement and the intense pleasure that followed.
Lena seemed to enjoy his reaction. As if teasing him on purpose, she spread only her index and middle fingers and began to stroke him from bottom to top.
Jaejin hadn't realized his equipment was that small. He had simply thought that being "two knuckles long" meant he was just slightly below average.
It was only after the aftermath of that ignorance hit him in the form of a breakup that he realized he was severely below the curve.
His face burned with shame, but the pleasure provided by those two fingers was good enough to override his embarrassment.
"Oh my? It’ll be a bit troubling if you enjoy this too much."
Lena’s smiling face seemed to mock his small size.
A man for whom fingers are enough.
Fearing he would appear that pathetic to her, Jaejin tensed his thighs, desperately trying to preserve what little masculinity he had left. His frantic resistance lasted until she leaned in and blew a soft breath over him.
Jaejin lay buried in the sofa, barely holding on, his fully erect cock leaking pre-cum from the sheer excitement.
Lena looked back and forth between the two before pulling her cleavage open.
Her deep cleavage seemed to have stored the scent and heat of breasts too large to be held in one hand beneath her tights, releasing a faint wisp of steam. As she traced a circle in the center of her chest with her finger, her pale skin—the same shade as her face—was revealed.
At the same time, the intense, musky scent of her skin hit him, making Jaejin’s eyes snap wide open.
"Jaejin, I’m sure you’d prefer to tear these off, but since I’m the one comforting you today, let’s save that for next time..."
Jaejin knew what she was about to do. She was going to sandwich his tiny thing between those massive mounds of fat.
But that should have been impossible. Sex required certain physical requirements to be met, and this was no exception...
"Hm? Don't worry. I told you before, didn't I? This... can get bigger."
As his cock entered the opening in her tights, the warm air inside welcomed him. Simultaneously, the massive mounds of flesh clamped down on his member from both sides.
A light sheen of sweat acted as both lubricant and adhesive, locking Jaejin’s member firmly between her breasts.
The stimulation was incomparable to mere fingers. Jaejin’s cock felt like it was about to explode instantly, but a change occurred even faster than that.
With a sensation as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his lower abdomen, his two-knuckle-long member began to radiate a heat so intense it felt like it was on fire.
"Wh-What the hell is this!?"
"What else? It’s something only possible here."
He could feel it instinctively—the change occurring to the thing between his legs.
Like a time-lapse video of a sprout growing at thirty times speed, it expanded rapidly and magnificently.
"It’s your hidden talent, Jaejin."
As the dizziness from the sudden rush of blood subsided, what entered Jaejin’s vision was a turtle-headed shape poking out from between Lena’s large breasts, wrapped in the fabric of her tights.
He could perfectly feel the sensation of soft flesh and heat pressing against the long shaft, and the smooth yet slightly textured feel of the tights against the tip.
"This... is mine...?"
It was a miracle. He could feel it vividly through his nerves—this was his, his own cock.
Above all, perhaps because the erogenous zone had lengthened, the stimulation hitting his dick felt much richer.
Jaejin looked at Lena, stunned by the magical occurrence.
"The reason you’ve had such a small thing until now is that your human body was rejecting the demon blood within you."
Lena gripped her own breasts with both hands and pressed down firmly, sliding from top to bottom. Jaejin bit his lip hard, enduring a wave of pleasure far more intense than anything he had ever felt.
"Conversely, if you can draw out the potential hidden in that blood, you’ll be able to maintain this state."
Lena began to find a rhythm, repeating the strokes. Using the weight of her breasts, she slammed down with a thwack, thwack sound.
It was a cycle: pressing down firmly to the base, caressing him, and then lifting up as if scraping him with her flesh.
The sensation of his cock melting inside her hot chest and then meeting the cool air was an indescribable ecstasy.
"You’ll be able to do... so many wonderful things."
Lena leaned up and whispered into his ear. Her fine, chillingly beautiful voice snapped his tension like a taut string.
"Ugh... I'm cumming...!!"
Splurt, spurt. White liquid erupted from the glans pressed tight against the fabric.
Half of it soaked through the tights and ran down the outside of Lena’s cleavage, while the other half stayed inside, stickily staining her pale breasts white.
It was an ejaculation that brought the greatest pleasure of his life, far more intense than his very first time. Jaejin couldn't escape the deep afterglow for a long while.
"Hehe, what a lively cock."
While Lena lightly rubbed the glans still twitching between her breasts, Jaejin was lost in emotion.
Yes, this was a cock. It wasn't that tiny thing people called a 'jalapeño,' the thing that got handjobs from fingers, the thing so embarrassing to call a cock that people used euphemisms for it.
"I really like this version of it too, but..."
However, just as before, he felt the blood congested in his lower abdomen begin to disperse. The heavy presence he had felt so vividly just moments ago vanished.
"It seems maintaining it for this long is the limit for now."
*
The important thing was acceptance. Why did he have to come to another world? What kind of new life could Lena give him in exchange for his miserable one?
Lena had provided clear answers using her abilities and her body.
She explained the demon blood mixed in Jaejin’s body, the various side effects it caused, and the way to solve it all.
He never imagined she would actually solve his "size" problem, which he had thought was a joke... Though it was temporary, the transformation into something a hand-span long was burned into Jaejin’s brain.
And the first taste of what Lena called "assistance"—her service. For a while, Jaejin’s head was filled with nothing but her breasts.
Her breasts, which he had thought were extraordinary since they met at the hotel, exceeded all expectations.
The softness of her pale skin, the fluffiness that came with their size, and the perfect elasticity that matched her vibrant appearance.
The strokes using that massive weight were truly a demonic paizuri—he had only tasted it once, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Ultimately, to solve both his deep-seated complex and his survival in this world, he needed to draw out his demonic power.
Motivated both internally and externally, Jaejin quietly followed Lena’s instructions, adhering to the routine she set for him.
He lived in the room Lena provided, studying the knowledge of this world in the mornings and focusing on physical training and Lena’s "assistance" in the afternoons.
According to Lena, they were currently in Verita, the capital of the Demon Race.
It was a stronghold of the Lust Demon Race, located in the outer castle of the capital, which had declined significantly compared to the rising human forces.
Jaejin occasionally went out with Lena to rest. Contrary to his fears, the demons he met were civilized, and the town below the castle had the atmosphere of a generous, rural village.
There were seven major demon races, and Lena belonged to the Lust Demons, who were characterized by their desire for male essence or their habit of draining the blood of living creatures.
Thanks to a footnote that they could kill but didn't particularly enjoy it, Jaejin felt relieved that he wouldn't be killed.
In addition to these explanations, he also heard the reason why Lena had brought him here.
When a Demon Lord dies, each of the seven demon races can put forward one candidate for the position.
Unlike the other six races, the Lust Demons couldn't find a suitable candidate—until they discovered Jaejin, who possessed the perfect qualities to replace one.
"You want me to run as a Demon Lord candidate? Me? What power do I even have?"
Jaejin couldn't help but be bewildered. His physical abilities were lower than even Lena’s, and he couldn't use any special magic.
Knowing all that and still calling him a Demon Lord candidate... it made no sense.
"Jaejin, one does not become a Demon Lord through strength alone. It requires the proper qualities."
"Even so, there has to be a limit. A limit. And call me Ginger."
This wasn't something he could just overlook because of her beautiful face. He was just a college student; he hadn't received some grand power, and suddenly standing as a Demon Lord candidate wasn't going to work.
"Hmm, where should I start? Actually, the Lust Demon Race isn't exactly suited for the role of Demon Lord."
Lena paused for a moment to think before beginning her explanation.
It was an obvious point. Whether looking down from the castle or meeting them in town, there were demons whose racial superiority was clear at a glance.
There were those with towering heights and bulging muscles that surpassed human limits, those with many arms carrying multiple swords, and those made of bone who sent shivers down one's spine just by looking at them.
Compared to them, the Lust Demons' way of survival was entirely unsuited for combat. In fact, it was surprising they were even classified as a separate major race.
"But a long, long time ago, a certain Lust Demon possessed a special power."
The story Lena told was about a Demon Lord from the distant past. Her name was Alice, and like the current Lust Demons, she didn't radiate any particular strength.
However, the special ability Alice possessed was enough to justify her ascent to the throne, even with her meager power.
'The power to make those she has sex with stronger.' This special power, comparable to the Saintess of the Holy Kingdom, was enough to capture the hearts of the champions of each race who had reached their limits.
By swearing a pact to use her ability fairly and without bias, Alice became the first Lust Demon to become the Demon Lord.
Since then, that special ability appeared once every few centuries. Each time it did, the Lust Demons produced a Demon Lord, allowing them to break away from the six-race classification and complete the current seven-race system.
"So you're saying... I have that power? Why?"
"I wouldn't know that. I can only speculate that centuries ago, some who were caught in a spatial transfer ended up in your world."
"So you're saying I'm a descendant of those people who got swept away... That feels really strange."
The fact that he shared even a tiny bit of the same bloodline as the Lena standing before him felt incredibly awkward.
He felt like he should call her "Sister," just as people do in a monastery.