Chapter 8: Virginity
Chapter 8: Virginity
Unlike the bright lower floors where the sunlight streamed in, the upper reaches of the ancient castle exuded a dark and damp atmosphere.
With every step he took, an oppressive weight—as if a demon might leap out and snatch him at any moment—served as a constant reminder that this was a fortress of the Demon Race.
The only reason he could keep moving forward was that Jaejin was a human guest.
If I just go up there, I’ll reach Lena’s room.
As he stepped onto the floor where Lena’s room was located, the pressure he had felt until a moment ago vanished. In its place, a warm, cozy, and pleasant fragrance wafted toward him.
Jaejin walked forward as if intoxicated by the sweet scent that filled his lungs with every breath.
Following Mari’s instructions, he opened the elegant door at the far end of the hallway to find Lena sitting demurely on her bed.
The canopy bed was adorned with snow-white curtains and was large enough for four or five people to sleep side-by-side.
"Welcome, Jaejin. Do you like my room?"
Filled with high-end hardwood furniture, Lena’s room looked sophisticated. The harmony between the subtle aroma of incense and the dim lighting created a suggestive, sultry atmosphere.
"I think it’s a nice room. Except for the part where I have to climb all those stairs."
The room given to Jaejin was good enough, but it couldn't compare to Lena’s. Still, even if her room was nice, wasn't it inconvenient being so high up?
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment. Now, why don't you come over here?"
As he approached Lena at her beckoning, he felt a different aura from her than usual—a charm that was more erotic and stirred sexual desire.
Sitting on the bed, she had removed the stockings she usually wore, and her smooth, shapely calves were exposed, giving her a pure yet provocative look.
"You don't need to be so nervous. I’ll teach you everything."
Taking the hand of the Jaejin who sat beside her, Lena guided it toward her cleavage.
As his hand slipped inside her clothes, he was met with the sensation of her bare breasts, covered only by a single layer of tights. They were as soft as marshmallows.
Squeeze, squeeze. Every time he kneaded her breasts as she desired, her flesh bulged between his fingers, adding to the soft tactile pleasure.
"Haah... You’ve become quite skilled now."
He didn't think his movements were particularly skilled, but pleased by Lena’s praise, Jaejin reached out with his other hand. With one hand on each breast, he began to knead them like bread dough.
The mounds of flesh, pressed firmly by the tights, didn't lose their shape but clung perfectly to his palms. Jaejin focused intently, his breath turning hot.
As a form of foreplay to stimulate Jaejin, Lena let out a series of lewd and provocative words. Then, she said:
"Virgins really are consistent in how much they love breasts."
Lena had dragged out the very thing Jaejin had been trying his best to ignore.
"Ouch... Jaejin? It hurts if you grip too hard."
Lena groaned in pain. Jaejin’s grip had tightened excessively, causing her actual pain.
However, Jaejin didn't listen to her reaction and continued his kneading.
He didn't stop there; he pushed Lena down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. His appearance was clearly different from usual.
Seeing him look almost angry, Lena realized she had made a mistake somewhere and looked back on her actions to find the cause.
"Are you... angry because I called you a virgin? I’m sorry. I didn't know it would hurt your feelings."
Lena apologized, mentioning the most likely expression that would have angered him. She reproached herself for being thoughtless and touching upon his complex.
But Jaejin silently shook his head. Looking up at him, Lena noticed that he was feeling a sense of distance.
She reached out to stroke his cheek, earnestly asking him to tell her what she did wrong. Only then did Jaejin open his mouth.
"It’s... it’s really embarrassing to say... but since you're a Lust Demon, Lena, I figured you’d have a lot of experience with all sorts of men..."
Jaejin’s face turned beet red as he admitted he was angry for such a shameful reason. Seeing this, Lena realized exactly what emotion he was harboring.
"Were you... jealous?"
By the nature of their race, a succubus survives by taking the semen of men. Naturally, taking that semen involves sexual acts.
To achieve this, they were a race that had evolved to possess beautiful appearances, sex appeal, and various auxiliary magics to enchant human males.
Among the things Lena had taught Jaejin while explaining common knowledge was that she was a High-Rank Lust Demon, belonging to the nobility of the Demon Race, and that most nobles lived much longer than their outward appearance suggested.
If that were the case, Jaejin would have naturally assumed that Lena had survived all this time by cycling through countless men over the years.
Jaejin wasn't angry because she called him a virgin. He was jealous of the experience implied by her words—that she had handled countless virgins before him.
"Hehehe, really now..."
Lena laughed in a delicate, beautiful voice, unable to even finish her sentence. Jaejin, thinking he deserved to be mocked, couldn't lift his head.
Lena brought her lips to his ear and whispered.
"You really are such a darling, cute person, Jaejin."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, pressing their lips together firmly without a single gap.
Jaejin, who had been on the verge of tears, felt the moist texture of her lips as he was drawn into the kiss.
As Lena parted her lips slightly, he felt the smooth sensation of their inner mucous membranes touching. Between them, her tongue reached out and began to cautiously stroke Jaejin’s.
Slick with saliva, Lena’s tongue tasted the membrane of Jaejin’s lips once before diving inside to entwine with his.
Why is her tongue so long?
Stretching long like a snake’s tongue, Lena’s tongue wrapped around Jaejin’s—which didn't know how to move properly—and began to suck away his saliva.
Chuu, chuu. The sound of his mouth being plundered echoed within his oral cavity.
Even if he wanted to pull away, Lena’s arms, wrapped tightly around his neck, gave him no choice but to continue the kiss.
Only after the one-sided, sucking kiss had continued for about ten minutes was Jaejin released from her embrace, finally gaining the chance to catch his breath while slumped on the bed.
"You're... too good at kissing..."
"Well, I am a Lust Demon. It’s only natural, isn't it?"
Jealousy flared up in Jaejin’s heart once more, but right now, he was too busy catching his breath to even talk back.
Teasing Jaejin was fun, but it would be a pity to only bully him on such an important day.
Lena slid deeper into the bed and lay on her back, looking at the ceiling. She held her arms up as if waiting for his touch, watching him quietly.
At this blatant gesture telling him to touch her however he pleased, Jaejin climbed on top of her again and began to fumble with her upper body.
She wore a high-leg leotard that covered her torso, with a one-piece dress that was cut out at the chest and abdomen. It seemed impossible to take her clothes off while she was lying down.
Sensing the hesitation in his touch, Lena let out a small chuckle, as if she had expected it.
"These clothes are made with magic, so you can just tear them off."
Following her advice on how to remove the clothes, Jaejin grabbed the fabric covering her cleavage and pulled with all his might.
Riiip. Along with the sound of fibers tearing, her snow-white skin was revealed. For some reason, it felt even more erotic than when he had seen her naked in the bathroom.
Her smooth, white skin, devoid of any blemishes, stirred his lust. Jaejin stopped removing the clothes for a moment and slid his hands inside her torn leotard to grab her breasts, which had spilled slightly to the sides.
"Ah... go slowly. I’m not going anywhere."
Even though only a single layer of very thin fabric had vanished, the squishy sensation of her breasts in his hands felt entirely new compared to a moment ago.
The addictive, magical texture made him want to touch them for an hour or two, and the pink areolae peeking through the torn fabric excited him to no end.
The thickening scent of her skin and the heat between her hot breasts tempted his reason. Jaejin was overwhelmed by the urge to bury his face between them right then and there.
Ironically, what held back his fraying thread of reason was another impulsive desire.
"Good. You can only be called a Demon Lord Candidate if you don't succumb to a Lust Demon’s temptation."
As he pushed the vertically torn fabric to the sides, Lena was left in a state that was practically naked—the dress now only covered her neck and breasts like a sling, with a single strip of cloth covering the area from her abdomen to her crotch.
Because the sides were completely open, the area from her thighs to her pelvis was exposed starkly, making the outfit feel even more lewd than if she were wearing nothing at all.
"Then... I’m lifting it up?"
"You don't have to ask every single time. Do as you wish."
Slowly, Jaejin lifted the fluttering piece of black cloth. Starting from her thighs, which had been covered in the middle, Lena’s inner flesh was revealed.
Her thighs, a perfect harmony of muscle and soft flesh, were pressed against the bedsheets and spread slightly to the sides. Following the line of her thighs upward, his gaze landed on her protruding butt cheeks and a pelvis that looked perfectly made for thrusting.
And then, her thick vulva—which he had once tasted with his mouth—was perfectly groomed and hairless, leaking a sticky, white fluid.
It was beautiful. Lena’s lower body, which was both thick and slender in all the right places, was so beautiful it made him wonder if it had been sculpted by a god.
Gulp. Jaejin swallowed hard. He gently pushed Lena’s thighs apart to open her legs and slid his fingers between the lips of her vulva.