The Succubus in the Rain
In the rain-soaked inn, I murmured, “I see. I am rather curious what sort of person this Yona sister is.”
By then the night had grown deep. Once Rick slumped over, dead drunk, the card game naturally came to an end. What followed was nothing more than idle chatter over drinks and snacks. This priest really did seem to have an endless tolerance for alcohol; his expression never changed once as he listened to Jimmy ramble on in a drunken haze.
“She’s beautiful. Those freckles are striking, and her breasts are huge.”
“Yes, yes. I see.”
“That’s why I tried courting her so many times, but she wouldn’t even look at me. Well… not someone like me, anyway.”
Jimmy gave a bitter smile, then continued in a quieter tone.
“This is just a rumor, but… travelers sometimes disappear from this place, you know? People say it’s because of Yona. That she’s a man-eating monster. She seduces travelers, spends one night with them… and then they vanish. Ha. It’s ridiculous, of course.”
“…I see.”
Jenkinson’s expression grew slightly serious at those words. Jimmy, failing to notice, kept reaching for the snacks and spoke on in a relaxed drawl.
“But Anna isn’t some whore like that! At least, not from what I’ve seen!”
“Then that is truly fortunate. If it were true, it would be a rather sensitive matter for me to simply overlook.”
“Huh? Now that you mention it, what kind of priest are you, Jenkinson? I never asked.”
Jimmy asked the question without much thought. The moment Jenkinson opened his mouth to answer, the air inside the inn grew noticeably colder.
“I am an Inquisitor, Brother Jimmy.”
Hic!
Jimmy’s eyes widened at the reply. The weight carried by the title Inquisitor… was far too heavy to compare with that of an ordinary priest.
'Well, that reaction is only natural…'
Watching Jimmy sober up in an instant from sheer shock, I gave a wry smile. It wasn’t as if the position held absolute authority, yet… for some strange reason, civilians regarded Inquisitors as objects of pure terror. Of course, seeing them punish sinners and execute heretics would naturally inspire fear. Still, I had caught the scent of heresy during our conversation. An investigator’s nose must be sharp. In that regard, my own nose was quite competent.
“The mood seems to have soured. Shall we retire for the night?”
“O-oh? Y-yes, of course.”
His tone had changed. It stung a little, but I understood. Being an Inquisitor was a lonely profession; it made it difficult to grow close to ordinary people the way a regular priest could. If I had been a brewing priest instead…
Even as I felt that pang of regret, I rose from my seat and headed upstairs. I already knew which room had been assigned to me. Under normal circumstances, I would have simply gone to sleep.
Yes. That had been the plan.
If I hadn’t witnessed that scene.
“Mmm… mmh.”
Rick stirred at an unfamiliar sensation and opened his eyes. The moment he did, his eyes flew wide at the sight before him.
“Y-Yona?”
To his astonishment, Yona was in the process of pulling down his pants. Rick began to wonder whether this was a dream or reality. Smooth, sun-kissed bronze skin. Long, lustrous brown hair. Sharp, vivid green eyes. Those enormous breasts his brother always praised—breasts so full they couldn’t possibly fit in one hand. Large, dark areolas visible through the loose opening of her shirt since she wore no undergarments at all.
As Rick admired those alluring freckles, a question rose in his mind. Why was that usually prickly Yona here?
Shh!
At that moment, Yona pressed a finger to his lips and whispered.
“For now, just enjoy it. Or… do you not want to?”
Gulp!
At her coquettish question, Rick swallowed hard without thinking. Of course he wanted to. He was a man, after all. When a beauty like Yona suddenly climbed into his bed, refusing her would be far stranger. Reflexively, he reached out and kneaded those massive breasts. Yona smiled at his touch.
“Are you just going to grope them?”
Snap.
At that instant, Rick’s reason shattered.
“Hah!”
He pounced on her, tearing open the loose shirt and sucking greedily at those enormous breasts. There was no taste, yet Rick’s brain had already reached a state of extreme arousal. Yona was right in front of him. He devoured the breasts he had always wanted to touch at least once, then moved on to her softly padded belly, her smooth, well-groomed armpits, and finally… the secret place he had never seen before. He felt no guilt toward his brother.
Unable to hold back his excitement any longer, Rick pulled out his throbbing cock and thrust into her without hesitation.
“Mmmh!”
Slap! Slap!
She was already soaking wet inside. Rick pistoned his hips like a dog in heat, and Yona met his rough movements with natural grace, letting out seductive moans. Only then did Rick realize it—this woman was far more of a monster than he had imagined.
“You lewd creature. So this is how you devour men.”
When Rick spoke while prying open her lips with his fingers, Yona licked them sensually and replied in a coquettish voice.
“Aww, that’s not it at all.”
That playful tone made Rick feel his sanity completely fly away. As he buried his face between her breasts and kept thrusting mindlessly, Yona’s green eyes grew strangely calm.
“I heard… a priest is staying here. Is that true?”
“Haa… haa… Huh? Yeah, that’s right.”
Still moving his hips vigorously, Rick didn’t even question the sudden inquiry. His mind was entirely consumed by the act of ravishing Yona’s body. With those massive breasts bouncing right before his eyes, how could he spare any thought for anything else? So he answered her questions obediently.
“Hmm… I see. What is the priest’s name?”
'…What?'
But the next question finally made even Rick suspicious.
Spurt! Spurt!
“Ugh… that’s…”
A sudden, overwhelming urge to climax hit him. As he poured his seed deep inside her, Rick felt a strange weakness wash over him. How odd. It was only one release—why did he feel so drained? Had he drunk too much?
While those thoughts crossed his mind, Yona asked again in that same seductive voice.
“What is the priest’s name?”
Her voice felt as if it were raping his mind. A strangely unpleasant pleasure. Even as Rick panicked at the fact that his ejaculation showed no signs of stopping, he continued slamming his hips against her.
It was then that a third voice answered the question.
“Jenkinson Beckett.”
The reply did not come from Rick, but from someone else entirely.
Crack!
The space itself began to fracture. Shock flooded Yona’s face. Looking at her, the man who had rudely intruded upon the dream—Jenkinson Beckett—spoke in a calm tone.
“Shall I break it? Or will you dispel it yourself?”
Tremble…
Yona shook. Originally, the brothers here had not been to her taste, and she had never intended to touch people with such wide connections. However… after confirming that a priest had arrived in Jiren at this particular time, she had wanted to learn more about him. As a loyal subordinate of Lilith, she wished to identify anyone who might pose a threat to her master. Since she would be leaving this place anyway, she had thought she might as well investigate one more person. That was why she had moved personally.
It had been a fatal mistake.
She had never imagined the priest who had come here would be this priest! This man was a terrifying existence. He had immediately detected her secret activities, boldly invaded another person’s dream, and now threatened her without batting an eye. But what frightened Yona most was the magical power she sensed from him—and his name.
Jenkinson Beckett!
The monster who had killed Lord Amon and thwarted Lilith’s plans at every turn! In that instant, Yona sensed her own death. This man… never left demons alive.
Succubus sorcery identified. Dream connection confirmed. Target: High-ranking servant of Lilith.
I had been on my way back to my room when I sensed a faint trace of demonic energy coming from what I assumed was Rick’s chamber. The moment I felt it, I knew my intuition had been correct and turned my steps in that direction.
There it was. A woman with her hand on the head of a sleeping Rick, casting a sinister spell.
'It’s a succubus’s magic.'
I recognized her sorcery at once. A filthy technique that invaded dreams and drained a victim’s life force. If I severed the connection from the outside, the backlash would fall heavily on Rick. Seeing that, I began my preparations. Breaking this kind of spell from within was not particularly difficult.
And this was the method I had chosen.
To enter the dream directly and shatter the sorcery from the inside.
The reason was simple. When such spells were broken from the outside, all the burden fell on the victim. But when forcibly dispelled from within, the entire backlash struck the caster instead.
That was why I stepped inside and immediately came face to face with the demon.
Even seeing that seductive figure stirred no emotion in me. It was only natural. As a servant of God, I could feel no attraction toward a wolf devouring God’s lambs.
The demon, who had obediently begun to dispel her own magic, trembled as she looked at me. I watched the spell unravel and slowly approached her. Before long the dreamscape returned to reality. In that reality, I seized her soft, trembling throat.
“J… Jenkinson, Father?”
When Rick looked this way with a dazed expression and asked, I answered in a quiet voice.
“Rick. This is all a dream. So forget it.”
With a soft rustle, I put Rick back to sleep with magic and turned to her.
“Who sent you?”
“W-what are you talking about?”
She trembled at my question. I smiled.
“Hmm…”
Not planning to answer right away, I see. It doesn’t matter. I still had more than enough time to interrogate her.