Succubus Stepmom No More, Succubus Wife (2)
“You’re calling this… right now, this… a confession?”
Lilith glared at me, grinding her teeth.
I nodded without dodging her tear-filled gaze.
“You… fucking…!”
She clenched her fist.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the sight.
Honestly, I knew damn well what I’d done was total scumbag shit. Even if she beat the crap out of me until I was dust or screamed at me to get the fuck out, I had zero ground to stand on.
Still, I was gonna confess again.
Over and over, until she accepted me.
No way in hell was I letting go of Lilith now.
No way did I want to see her run off to some other guy… or fall in love with someone else.
I’d never let her slip away.
I’d confess a hundred times, get rejected a thousand, whatever it took.
I wanted Lilith as my woman.
With that resolve, I braced for her flying fist.
But instead of a punch, her hands clamped onto both my cheeks with a squeeze.
I opened my eyes to see Lilith glaring at me, gripping my face tight.
“…You fucking piece of shit.”
She spat the words.
Squish, squish.
As she dug into my cheeks, I barely managed to pry my mouth open.
“Ow… hurts…”
“That’s the point, you fucking asshole!”
Ah.
Got it.
Fair enough.
Better than a fist, anyway.
As I nodded to myself, Lilith spoke up.
“…You wanted prepayment, right?”
“Huh…?”
That’s when she yanked my face forward and crushed her lips against mine.
“Mmph! Mmmph…!!”
Slurrrrp—it felt like every bit of energy in my body was getting sucked out.
Her red eyes split vertically into slits as she stared me down.
Predator.
The devourer.
And the empress ruling over succubi, those ultimate predators.
Instinct screamed at me to pull away from the life force draining out of me, but I forced myself to stop.
Instead, I reached out and pulled her into an embrace.
Lilith Ashtarte.
The woman who’d been my adoptive mom just moments ago.
But now…
This heartfelt kiss from the Lilith I loved—the one who loved me back—straight-up yanked my soul right out.
I wasn’t even thrusting; just the kiss had my fingertips withering away.
But still.
I was a knockoff succubus too, sort of.
Guy version, so incubus-lite or whatever.
Even as her lips drained the fuck out of me, I got hard somehow and activated my Gift alongside my dick.
I fired back with the Level Drain she’d engraved in me.
Sucking back the energy she was stealing, like payback.
“Smack…♡ Sluuuurp…♡ Smooch…♡”
But she was draining way more than I could reclaim…?
Even shoving her tongue in nonstop, the life force I snatched back was a fraction of what she took—multiplied several times over.
Well, duh, obviously.
Mine was a bootleg Level Drain; hers was the real deal from the succubus queen, top-tier of the top-tier.
Every kiss siphoned my strength in real-time. Felt like I was gonna keel over.
But I didn’t die.
Pop.
She finally peeled her lips off mine.
Looking at me—cumming three times from just the kiss, energy sucked dry—she licked her lips and said,
“…You want prepayment that bad? Fine. But in return…”
She snatched the ring I’d been clutching desperately and slipped it onto her ring finger.
Then, her red eyes gleaming with lewd hunger, she eyed my crotch—drenched and sticky from those three orgasms without penetration.
“…If you let me drain you dry and die, I’ll really kill you then?”
Fuck…
This was the succubus queen.
A virgin, even.
Yet her presence was so overwhelming, so terrifying.
But…
“K-Karmine…”
“Right here, O Hero mine.”
Calling for her, she handed me one of the extras I’d bought besides the ring.
I twisted it open and chugged the fucker down.
My withered hands—shriveled from her death kiss—plumped up again, glossy and vibrant.
“Huuu…”
“You…”
“This shit’s two hundred per bottle… worth every penny.”
Two million won tonic, kicking ass.
Way better than double the potency of that one mil aphrodisiac I downed after Sati drained me before Eileya.
Anyway, wiping my mouth, I showed Lilith the rest: three boxes of ten-bottle packs, twenty mil won each.
“…This should keep me from croaking midway, right?”
No sooner had I spoken than Karmine shoved another tonic my way. Lilith stared at the stacked boxes.
She had to know I’d prepped this from the jump.
“…Hmph.”
She snorted at me, grabbed my hand.
And declared,
“I’ll make damn sure you remember how fucking stupid it was to think that puny shit could handle me.”
No.
Didn’t need to go that far.
Really didn’t.
But more importantly, hold up a sec.
“Hoaran—nah, Hoaran.”
“Y-Yes…?”
Her face beet red, clutching her skirt hem while staring at me and Lilith, I said to her,
“Your next heat’s in two days, right?”
Her monthly cycle—I’d calculated it perfectly.
“W-Well, yes, but… why bring that up…?”
Why? Duh.
“Lilith’s first, so you’re next. Wait your turn.”
Finally ditched the “mom” talk, but still polite to Hoaran.
Two days from now, not sure if I could even move, but whatever.
Anyway.
“Besides, I’m over doing the ‘son’ thing with you now.”
“Ah… uh.”
Hoaran flushed crimson.
As she bowed her head, Yustitia smirked beside her.
“And me?”
“Yustitia’s…”
Was she joking or serious? Fuck if I knew.
Still.
“…After that, so hang tight.”
“Heh, third in line. Fair enough by order…”
She waved me off—good luck, try hard.
I’d die squeezed dry by Lilith if I slacked, so I humbly took the cheer.
And then.
“That’s enough.”
As I chatted with Hoaran and Yustitia, Lilith—who’d paused—glared daggers and spoke.
“…You know you’re a total pain in the ass, right?”
“Yeah.”
Telling them pre-Lilith brawl that they’re next up after.
I knew it was trash-tier dick move.
But I asked her anyway.
“So… you hate it?”
“…I’ve known you’re a perverted fuck for ages.”
She dodged my eyes.
Not hating it, then.
Good.
Or not fully yet.
She’d averted her gaze but still gripped my hand tight, dragging me straight to the bedroom.
“Fight on, O Hero mine! And Hoaran… hmm, still his foster mother for now, so polite speech? Whatever. I’ve much to discuss with thee! I love our Hero, yet know so little of him. And you—Yustitia, was it? Much to chat with thee too… but later. Priority’s learning what our Hero likes!”
So tell me, she demanded.
Karmine—Narmer native where polygamy and polyandry were norm pre-collapse—dove right in, questioning Hoaran casually.
And Karura, same roots but born post-men extinction, total noob at this, yet prepped by Karmine’s nagging, grilled Hoaran on me too.
Hoaran floundered under their barrage.
“…No more chit-chat? Then let’s go.”
Hugging the tonic boxes under one arm, I got dragged off by Lilith.
Click. Door to my bedroom slammed shut and locked behind us.
But that wasn’t all.
Vrrrrr—
Shhhk—layer upon layer of barriers sealed the door and frame in real-time.
“…Why lock up?”
“Don’t wanna get interrupted. And why the sudden formal bullshit?”
‘Cause you’re scaring the shit outta me?
Made me second-guess confessing first…?
Whatever. Too late—I trusted myself.
Or rather, the me who’d fucked over 30 Narmer women.
Karura back then, still divine-ish; Karmine way above my league now, but those bangs leveled my Jotaechang via points I’d dumped all into stamina—didn’t need elsewhere.
And three boxes of two-mil tonics. Thirty bottles, sixty mil total. Had to work.
Had to.
Or I die. For real.
Her kiss proved it.
One slip and I’m done.
Whether on her belly, back, crushed under ass—who knows—but no dying mid-fuck. Stay sharp.
I swallowed hard.
Lilith giggled watching me.
“Three years.”
“Huh?”
“Raising you, I figured it’d take three years for this day. Train you step-by-step… make you my heir by then.”
Uh…
She thought back-then me—big dick, basic human—could be her successor in three years?
Overestimate or underestimate? Results say under, since half a year later here we are.
But back then? Overestimate.
“Why?”
I asked, and she replied,
“Told you. Liked your eyes. That look—like if you survived, you’d get what you wanted, no matter what.”
She approached, her clothes igniting blue.
“Yeah, well. ‘Prepayment’ and all that annoying crap aside…”
Revealed: her flawless white skin… Lilith’s naked body.
“…Whatever. Fuck the small stuff now.”
Succubus queen.
Succubi already famed for beauty—born to seduce, impregnate, devour essence.
And their queen Lilith? Perfection.
Full, perfect tits; slim waist; sensual hips, ass, thighs.
But what gripped my eyes most: her pussy, unseen in forever.
Pale pink, sealed tight—proof no intrusion ever.
Staring blatant, she said,
“So, what do you think?”
“…Huh?”
I tore my gaze up to meet hers; she smirked back.
“Asked what you think? Of your virgin pussy… becoming yours.”