Succubus (2)
Beautiful women were pointing guns at me, but I wasn't scared at all. Guns couldn't kill me even if they wanted to.
"How the hell did you get in here...!"
"Shh. I'm still savoring the afterglow of that emotion right now, so could you keep it down?"
"What the...?"
"And just in case you didn't get the memo, let me spell it out: guns don't work on me."
"....."
The women lowered their arms, frustration etched on their faces at my words. They say beauty attracts beauty, right? The Succubus was a stunning knockout, but even her guards were gorgeous. And their figures? To die for.
Cha-ching. This is exactly why I only recruited dick villains as my subordinates—foreshadowing for this very moment!
Thanks to the women finally shutting up, I could bask a little longer in The emotion I'd felt.
"Sisters willing to burn their own lives for their beloved big sis—a beautiful display of loyalty! Fearless in the face of death—a beautiful devotion! In this godforsaken hellhole of a world, such rare, beautiful love! The holy trinity of beauty!"
"....."
"....."
I poured out my genuine thoughts, and the women's gazes turned downright shady. Like they were staring at some lunatic thinking, What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
"But in the end, someone will shed tears of sorrow—a tragic fate! Oh, why must such beauty be tainted by tragedy? Can't everyone just live happily ever after? No happy endings in this tale?"
"....."
Their stares grew even weirder. Hell, the Lamia standing right in front of me even edged away a bit.
Why're you backing off from me? I'm just purely touched here!
Hey, wait a sec? Joker bro! Madness? This is emotional, not madness! Should I knock-knock your ass?
Knock-knock.
Click.
I killed the lights and stared into the darkness at the Succubus's guard squad.
"Beautiful flowers. Your resolve is noble and sublime, yet tragic. The departed will vanish into nothingness, and the survivors will weep in agony. Why choose tragedy?"
"...What do you want?"
The question floated from the shadows. By the voice, it was the Lamia who'd first volunteered to be the traitor.
"I have a way for you all—and the Succubus—to be happy."
"You can... save our big sis?"
"Yeah. Not just the Succubus, but all of you. Will you hear me out?"
"...What is it?"
I laid out my plan for the women.
"You're insane."
"....."
And that's how I got called insane.
Fuck?
*****
"....."
Left alone in the room, the Succubus sank into thought. Her wistful gaze at the empty air was like a painting come to life.
"If we're dying anyway..."
It was impossible to hand over the culprit—or a fake one—to Jet Stream within three days. She'd essentially been abandoned by him. It was a fixed future, unchangeable no matter what.
"At least save the girls."
Just as the guard women adored the Succubus, she cherished them equally. They weren't blood-related, but they were as close as real sisters.
"Gotta go to the Hero Association."
If she negotiated with the Hero Association using info on Jet Stream as leverage, she could save her little sisters. The Succubus was about to do something no villain should ever do.
It was the only path to saving them in this mess.
Thud-thud-crash!
"...Huh?"
The commotion from the next room snapped the Succubus out of her reverie.
Thud-crash-thud!
The noise erupted again.
"What are those girls up to?"
At the racket, the Succubus rose from her seat.
Knock-knock!
Right on cue, someone knocked on her door.
"....."
What the...?
A bad feeling hit her. She gripped her shotgun naturally and aimed it at the door.
It was ridiculous for an A-rank villain to rely on a gun, but she had no choice. To unleash her true power, she needed a 'special condition.'
Once that condition was met, she'd be the strongest A-rank villain bar none. She could be the top dog or total weakling depending on it—that was the Succubus.
Knock-knock!
Ka-chunk!
She racked the shotgun and called out to whoever was beyond the door.
"Come in."
Creeeak!
The door swung open.
"Police here, ma'am. Your son was hit by a drunk driver. He's dead—"
Bang!
"Grahk?!"
The moment she saw the man in the black suit and skull-mask balaclava, the Succubus fired without hesitation.
There were no men in her mansion. Guards stood outside, sure, but she never let them inside. Even if she called them in, they wouldn't enter.
Anyway, Steel Armor—midway through his nonsensical gag—was totally off-guard, so the shotgun blast sent him flying back.
Ka-chunk!
The Succubus racked again and approached the fallen Steel Armor.
*****
The knock-knock gag was my ace in the hole. Well, to be precise, it was the killer gag from a Joker in another universe, not the one I serve.
Whenever that Joker pulled it, someone always died—a true killing joke.
But I never thought it'd be me!
Ahh... what a life it was...
Shotgun to the gut, I slowly closed my eyes—
Fuck! Almost got a nice nap!
—why the hell am I closing them?! I haven't even bagged Yuna, Elis, or Emily yet! This is an 18+ world! There are tons of women waiting for this dick! Gotta do Jina, Ice Queen, and a whole harem more! You think I'll die like this?!
"This body resurrects!"
I shot up from the floor.
Truth is, the wound was nothing. I'm a level 10 body enhancer, but more importantly, this suit is bulletproof as fuck. No shotgun's piercing it.
"Die!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The second I popped up, the Succubus unloaded again. Close range, and her aim was pro-level. All four slugs slammed into my gut.
Stings a bit.
"You monster!"
Out of ammo, she chucked the shotgun at me and bolted into the room.
I caught the flying gun, folded it in half, and chased her inside.
Bang-bang-bang!
She sprayed bullets like she meant to kill. True villain—greeted me with the hello-and-goodbye shooting law.
"Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you too. Hello-and-goodbye shooting law, returned."
"Guhk?!"
I snatched a midair bullet, wedged it between my fingers, and punched her gut with it.
Eyes bulging like she might puke, she collapsed limply into my arms.
I instinctively hugged her, and I couldn't help but marvel.
"Whoa... even for a 'Succubus,' she's this weak? A-rank villain, and one punch KOs her? Her power variance is insane."
A-rank means at least level 8 superpower, but she went down to a single jab. Her body's too frail.
"Anyway... shit, it's already 2 AM? Kinda tight on time."
Checking the clock, I scooped up the passed-out Succubus and headed for the bed. To convince her before dawn, I'd be busy.
*****
"Heh heh heh..."
Seeing her laid out on the bed, a sleazy chuckle escaped me. Even flat on her back, my midsection stood proud, making its case.
Home turf, maybe? She was dressed slutty—see-through silk robe showing off her sexy black bra and panties.
Sniff-sniff!
I spread the robe and buried my nose in her tits. A calming, fleshy scent wafted up. I could nose-dive here forever.
Next, I grabbed her breasts hard. Soft flesh oozed between my fingers.
"Th-this...!"
Gripping them, I was floored.
"G-cup!"
Treasure! Right here! They looked huge visually, but feeling them confirmed it. Legendary treasure: G-cups.
"Insane suction! Can't peel my hands off!"
Needed to check below, but no way I could let go. Took a full extra 10 minutes of kneading before I pried free.
"Demonic tits... gotta grope 'em daily from now on."
Hand down south. Over her panties, her pussy felt tight as a straight line. Wet from my tit play, though.
Pulled 'em down—hairless, pristine lower belly and slit. Slid a finger in; her walls clamped like a virgin's.
"Fuck. This is the pussy that ate over a hundred men?"
The pressure had me whistling. The Hero Association's charge against this A-rank villain? One count: murder.
Specifically, killing men in bed. Her victims all dried up like mummies—sucked dry till they withered away.
Over a hundred men met their end that way. Hence her villain name: Succubus, life-drainer of men.
"Heh heh. Can't wait."
Could this 'bedroom slayer (self-proclaimed)' like me submit to her?
Ditched everything but the mask and stripped her bare. She stayed out cold till I finished.
"Kinda feel bad about this."
Her flat stomach had three dark bruises. Traces of my hello-and-goodbye counter.
Bruises on that perfect belly stirred pointless guilt. Gotta atone with dick.
Schlick!
Rubbed her slit, coated my glans in her juices, then shoved it in. Grabbed her hips and thrust to the hilt.
"Ngh...! What...?"
She woke right then. Grimacing, she alternated stares between me and her spread legs—then horror dawned.
"Y-you fucking bastard...!"
"....."
She spat curses at me. But I had no bandwidth for her.
"...Blood?"
Because the instant I hilted, something tore inside her. Fresh blood trickled from her impaled pussy.
"Fuck, she's a virgin?!"
Dunno why, but the Succubus had a hymen.