Lilith Ashtarte (3)

"Ugh, fuck..."

I clutched my throbbing head and cracked my eyes open. There was the same beat-up ceiling of my rundown apartment as always.

"Should've... paced myself... urp..."

My stomach churned so bad I nearly hurled right there. I just lay there in a daze, holding it back.

It had been forever since I'd blacked out like this.

I didn't drink much usually—couldn't afford it, really—but after chugging so much last night, my skull felt like it was splitting open.

Hell, it was worse than I remembered. Like someone had smashed a hammer into my head.

Was a hangover always this brutal?

Anyway, after staring blankly at the ceiling for what felt like ages until the pain eased a bit, I finally sat up—and that's when the miracle happened. My pounding hangover headache vanished in an instant.

Well, not so much "healed" as "drowned out by something way worse."

"Holy shit."

The curse slipped out before I could stop it.

But who could blame me?

There, sleeping right next to me, was Lilith.

At least she wasn't naked or anything. Small mercies.

I wasn't either.

We weren't sprawled out buck-ass nude, so we probably hadn't fucked up big time in our drunken stupor.

Unless we'd banged and then gotten dressed again before passing out.

Still, seeing her curled around my waist, snoring softly, made me terrified of what the hell I'd done all night.

I didn't screw up, did I?

My memory was shot from the blackout, so I had no clue how we'd ended up like this.

No choice but to piece it together step by step.

Okay, so... what the fuck happened?

I remembered chugging the beers she kept feeding me until it turned into a regular drinking party.

Then, her drunken rambling complaints, or me spilling about all the shitty shit I'd been through in life.

That back-and-forth convo stuck with me.

And... the last thing I recalled...

"Mommy dearest..."

The final memory before blackout hit me like a truck. I muttered a low curse.

It was that shocking.

'Mom, for real? You're a virgin? How the fuck is a succubus still a virgin? Come on, that doesn't even make sense.'

'You little shit? When people talk, you gotta believe 'em.'

'Believe that? Who the hell buys a succubus claiming virginity?'

'For real, you wanna get fucked up?'

'Gonna hit me again? See? You're dodging 'cause you're guilty, resorting to violence.'

'Oh yeah, you punk-ass bitch. Don't believe me? Let's check. But if I'm right, I get free ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rein on your Jotaechang. Back out and fuck off.'

'Do it. Show your pussy. Who'm I scared of?'

'You're on, you fucker.'

My inner unicorn must've gone wild. After arguing nonstop about whether Lilith was a virgin, her face beet-red from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠booze, she dared me to verify it myself.

Up to there? Fine. Just two hammered drunks talking shit—happens everywhere.

But when drunks turn talk into action? That's when it goes south fast.

Spitting curses at me, she shoved her hand up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and plopped on the bed.

Spread her legs wide and said,

'See, you shithead?'

'What'm I supposed to see? Nothing there.'

'You want the red carpet too, asshole? Happy now?'

Then, using her index and middle fingers, she spread her pussy wide, showing off the pink insides of that untouched hole.

'Fuck yeah. Told you. I'm a virgin.'

Just like that, staring right at her hymen—proof no one's ever been inside.

'Whoa, fuck. No way? Looks fake as hell. Can I stick a finger in?'

'Fuck off, you psycho.'

'Lick it then?'

'G-get the fuck away from my pussy, you ungrateful brat.'

I remembered her kicking my head away, and me cackling, Whoa, my mom's a virgin! Holy shit! even after getting booted.

Her yelling Stop it, you maniac! while kicking nonstop, and me laughing through the beatdown.

My head wasn't killing me from the hangover...

It was from her kicking the shit out of me while we were wasted.

But that wasn't the point.

"Mommy, fuck. We're screwed...!"

What the hell did you do, Hanjo? Even blackout drunk, you know some lines you don't cross...!

Or... maybe it wasn't real. Could've been a drunken dream.

Otherwise, it was insane sober behavior. Though we were both sloshed outta our minds.

Still, no way it was real.

But try as I might to delude myself, the memories kept flooding back.

'Anyway, fucker. Satisfied? You're fucked now.'

'Hold up, Mom. Contracts under intoxication aren't legally binding...'

'Shut it, asshole.'

She grabbed my nape, slammed me onto the bed like a ragdoll, straddled me, and said,

'Open the Jotaechang, bitch.'

Looking down at me like that, I pulled it up.

'Ha, you little shit. Not bad... sucked up a ton, huh? Went wild with that slime girl... feel good?'

'Fucking amazing.'

'Crazy bastard, you actually answer? Whatever, still not as good ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as me. I'm a succubus—sex means me.'

'Virgin succubus.'

'You little shit?'

Straddling me, she cackled and groped my abs.

'Anyway, no more "strong dick" for you.'

Every grope shifted my Jotaechang stats.

'It's a slime-fucker now. Huge from that slime pussy. Still big, but gonna get way bigger. Dump all points into length if you don't wanna get beat.'

'I was wrong, Mom. It's already fucking huge—any bigger is bullshit.'

'Then why'd you run your mouth? Do it, nicely while I'm asking.'

Her fist waving in my face—I'd lost the bet, so I opened the Jotaechang and dumped every point from Mumungmumung—EXP or whatever—straight into length.

"No... no way..."

Muttering that, I lifted my shirt to check my abs.

The dick tattoo, bloated white like it was about to burst, had shriveled up.

"...Jotaechang."

Denying reality to the end, I muttered it—and with a beep, a blue window popped from my Body Checker bracelet.

This magic on my Body Checker—linked to the Level Drain she gave me—turned it into a game-like status screen.

Lilith's custom Jotaechang spell. Tied to Mammathong, so it matched what I'd seen there, just with her twisted flair.

New addition: that "Slime Fucker" title. Her doing, no doubt.

Whatever. Name, species, gender—duh. Slime Fucker? Accurate. The real kicker was below.

I scrolled down.

My dick had grown over 2cm in both states. Despair hit hard.

"Holy fuck..."

No take-backs on allocated stats, far as I knew. It was already massive—now even more. Whatever.

But missing 16cm/30cm by 0.1cm/0.2cm? That stung.

"Mm..."

Then I spotted Lilith, dead to the world like she'd never wake. I poked her cheek.

"Nng..."

She scrunched her face, turned away from my finger.

"...Eh, good enough."

Seeing her like that mellowed me out. Truth was, I started it by doubting her.

We were both wasted, so bad judgment all around.

"Nngh..."

Anyway, I peeled away from her, wriggled off the bed. Just 2cm difference, but the unfamiliar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heft was weird. Like a snake slithering in my panties.

Not a great feeling.

And it soured more seeing the bed littered with empty beer cans.

Holy shit, how much did we pound?

Dodging cans at my feet, I shuffled along—then spotted it.

Black lace panties. No perverted bachelor keeps women's undies around, so Lilith's for sure.

And if my memories were legit... fresh off her just hours ago.

"......"

I picked them up carefully—still warm. Not hot, but that faint body heat... I pocketed them without thinking.

Wait, why are her panties down here?

Glancing back, Lilith squirmed on the bed, maybe chilly now I was gone. Her skirt hiked just enough to tease.

Thighs... that almost-there skirt peek... and inside, the pussy she'd spread wide drunk, proving her virginity.

"...Ah, fuck."

Rock hard.

Wanna jack off in the bathroom right now, but each wank costs tens of thousands in lost revenue. Fuck that.

Just make food instead.

Decision made, I opened the fridge.

Tons of cheap, hearty bean sprouts—my staple. Bean sprout soup would hit the spot for hangovers. Sides? Nada. Fridge was barren except a lone kimchi pack. Fine, mix sprouts for a quick salad.

Stew maybe?

Bean sprouts with miso paste. Looks meh, tastes better than it seems.

Still... all sprouts felt lacking. Normally I'd devour it solo, but Lilith was here.

"Should check the market..."

Close by. Had cash.

"...Yeah."

Quick grocery run before she wakes.