Succubus Five Stars (1)
"Hey, get up already. Time to get ready to head out."
Lilith shook me awake with a couple of light taps. Thanks to her, I jolted back to consciousness right after finally drifting off, and I glared at her through bleary eyes before grumbling.
"Just... a sec... I'm beat..."
After three straight days of getting milked dry by everyone under the guise of punishment, I'd barely earned forgiveness. But that wasn't the end of it.
No sooner had we made up than she jumped me for "reconciliation sex," turning it into another round of the usual obligatory defense battle where I got drained again.
With punishment sessions and makeup fucks both ending in total extraction, I'd been chugging nothing but those vitality tonics for a full week straight, pounding away like a machine. No wonder I was fucking exhausted.
But while I was wrecked, Lilith—who'd been the one sucking me dry all week—looked fresher than ever. She eyed me and said,
"That tired, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"Here, then."
I peeked at what she was offering. It was that—the same damn tonic I'd been nursing nonstop for the past week.
"Still got one bottle left, so if you're that wiped, just chug it."
"...I get queasy just looking at that shit now."
For real, one glance at that bottle and PTSD hit me like a truck.
"Quit whining and drink it if you're so tired."
She shoved the bottle into my mouth with a squeeze. No choice—I sucked it down.
My body bounced back in seconds.
Even after the extraction marathon that had dragged on till dawn, my ejaculation count hadn't recovered halfway. Now it was topped off again.
Of course, this was just physical recovery. Mentally, I was still wiped the fuck out.
"Better now?"
"Still tired... Can I crash for ten more minutes?"
"Get up now if you don't wanna get punished again."
"Yes, ma'am."
I hauled my ass up immediately.
"Go wash up quick, then change into that."
She tossed some clothes my way. I caught them—a full suit.
"What's with the suit?"
"You planning to rock those cheap rags again? You've got that meeting today, remember?"
True enough.
Call it coincidence, but on the same day I was set to meet Lilith's branch manager succubi, the World Government had reached out wanting a sit-down too.
Probably to grill me about the Narmer Kingdom mess.
According to Hanyujin, who passed along the message, I'd at least get some commendation.
Either way, today was packed.
First, keep my promise to Lilith and meet her branch heads from around the world. Then head over to greet the World Government reps.
"This thing looks pricey. How much?"
"Doesn't matter. Don't sweat it."
Yeah, right, doesn't matter my ass.
No visible seams, and the fabric felt insanely luxurious against my skin—like it was screaming "I'm expensive as fuck."
Smooth as Lilith's panties, but this was a whole suit. If her panties ran millions each, this had to be ridiculous.
Looked like Arachne silk, just like her undies.
"...Why're you groping it like such a perv?"
"Nah, just..."
It felt exactly like panty material, so I kinda zoned out.
Anyway, good is good. I decided to suit up as I dragged myself out of bed. That's when Lilith said,
"You're up late, so we're short on time. Move it."
"Ow."
She smacked my ass with her tail—smack—urging me on. I rubbed the spot and rolled out of bed toward the shower.
"Mmm, looking decent now that you're cleaned up."
After showering and changing into the suit, Lilith suddenly started fussing with my hair. Her first comment? That.
"Harsh much."
"Decent now? So I was ugly before?"
"Aw, sulking?"
"Am not."
"You totally are."
"I said I'm not."
"Said you're noooot~."
She poked my cheek—poke poke—giggling like it was hilarious.
Watching her poke away, laughing her ass off... who gave a shit about looks anymore?
Sure, hotter guys were a dime a dozen, but Lilith loved me.
And besides...
"Ooh, the hero's hair is sparkling!"
"With your hair styled up, you look so neat and handsome, Hanjo."
Lilith called it "decent," but Karmine and Hoaran were full of praise.
They'd always said I looked good anyway, so it wasn't a huge surprise. Still, it'd be nice if Lilith matched their energy.
"What about Yustitia and Karura? How do I look?"
"Eh? Beats me... I don't know much about this stuff. If they say you look good, you do."
"S-Sorry. I like you messy or neat... Can't choose."
Yustitia didn't care about hairstyles, and Karura loved me no matter what.
Couldn't have married better.
Hell, as long as my wives—who adored me—thought I was hot, that was enough.
Still, curiosity got me. I asked Lilith for a mirror.
"Huh? Fine, take a look."
I checked my reflection.
Hmm.
Sorry, Lilith, but dressed up or not, I couldn't spot much difference.
A bit neater, like Hoaran said.
"But why go all out like this?"
We're just meeting her succubus underlings, right?
Figured she amped it up for the World Government folks after. Lilith tilted her head, then went, "Oh."
"Did I forget to mention? Some of the branch heads we're seeing... they're the ones who raised me."
"Huh?"
Raised? Who?
Her?
I stared blankly, and Lilith scratched her cheek under my gaze.
"I didn't have parents either, like you. Wasn't abandoned or anything—just never had 'em to begin with. Anyway, most of today's crew were by my side since I was a kid, assisting me. A few actually raised me, like nannies."
Lilith was an orphan too?
Not abandoned, but born without parents? Was that standard for succubi?
Bottom line: these succubi were basically parental figures to her?
She called 'em nannies, but for an orphan queen, that's pretty much parents.
Not always, sure.
I was "raised" by the orphanage director, but I sure as hell didn't see her as mom.
Everyone's got their story.
But considering how she'd rushed me to shower and suit up from the crack of dawn—unlike her usual self—she clearly thought the world of these succubi. Not quite parents, but damn close.
She wanted me to make a good impression.
Suddenly, I felt the nerves kick in.
"...Shouldn't I fancy it up more?"
"No point. You'd still look the same. Your base material's meh."
The hell?
What's wrong with my face?
Not a stud, but average at worst.
Lilith smirked at my glare.
"Don't overthink it. They don't give a shit about looks anyway."
"Huh...?"
"Think about it. What does a succubus care about faces for? That's not our thing. If anything..."
She eyed me—specifically, between my legs.
More precisely, my dick, which was rock-hard with morning wood despite how wiped I was.
"Ah, this?"
"Yeah, that. Looks mean zilch to us."
Which was kinda the problem, she muttered, then slipped a necklace around my neck.
"So keep that on today. Probably won't need it, but just in case."
"Oh, sure."
I put it on, but...
Suit plus a steel chain necklace? Felt off—like a dog collar, straight up.
"Anyway, you're set. Let's go."
She offered her hand. I took it.
"We'll be back."
With everyone seeing us off, Lilith and I ported to the building housing the Interspecies Support Center—my old workplace.
"Feels like forever since I was here."
Less than a month, but with all the chaos, it hit like years.
"Quit gawking and keep up."
"Got it."
We headed straight to her office floor. A girl lugging stacks of files spotted us and jumped in surprise.
"Q-Queen...!"
"Hey, Muri. Long time. No issues this week?"
"Eh, same old... except I had to solo everything 'cause you took a sudden week off."
"Sorry 'bout that. I'll make it up. Everyone here?"
"Yeah, just arrived... But who's... that?"
She called Lilith "Queen" with total deference. Succubus, obviously.
Modest outfit for one, but that tail and figure gave it away.
Muri eyed me, and Lilith yanked my arm closer.
"This is Hanjo—my husband."
Uh...
Out in the open now?
But Muri just nodded like she'd heard.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Muri Belfer."
She bowed slightly. Should I bow back? Lilith beat me to it.
"Meet Muri. If we hadn't found you, I was gonna make her a branch head."
"Oh, you're the one..."
I gave Muri a fresh look.
The succubus whose growth phase took a full year.
Top-tier potential meant longer growth after first essence absorption—and she held the record.
"...Doesn't show."
Files everywhere, total model student vibe.
Sexy as hell, succubus-style, though.
"The real talents don't flaunt it. She's like that."
"Queen...?!"
Muri's face fell at being called out as a closet perv.
Adorable, I thought—then whoosh, Lilith yanked my necklace.
"...Don't stare like that."
She looked pouty. Took me a sec.
"Jealous?"
Her tail stabbed my side—stab.
"Guhk..."
"...As if?!"
Sounded like it.
But poking back might get me stabbed again, so I zipped it.
"F-First time seeing the Queen embarrassed...!"
Muri gawked.
That was embarrassed?
Two rounds of that and someone's dying.
Probably me.
Lilith kept jabbing—poke poke.
"Hey, I didn't even say shit this time."
I'd stayed quiet—unfair poke-fest.
"...Everyone's waiting. Let's go in."
No comeback, just bolted inside. Muri got a knuckle-rap punishment flick as payback and slumped, clutching her forehead.
"Rough week, huh."
"Yeah..."
I pitied her awkward smile as she rubbed the swelling red bump. Then Lilith called from inside,
"Hurry up—what're you doing?"
"Coming."
I straightened my suit and followed her in.