Someday You'll Think of Me (5)
"I'm home."
After busting my ass at work today like always, Lilith—who, unlike me, hadn't bothered showing up to her job and had just been lazing around the house—peeked her face out from behind my bedroom door to greet me.
"Oh, you got beer?"
Not me, the beer I'd bought.
The second she saw my face, that's what she blurted out. It was so ridiculous I nearly lost it. So I asked,
"You like the beer more than me?"
"Why the fuck would I be happy to see some big dumb lug like you? So, did you get beer or not?"
Fuck.
But she wasn't wrong, so I had nothing to say. Hell, even I figured beer was more welcome than some guy like me.
"Yeah, here."
I shook the plastic bag stuffed with all the beer I'd grabbed on the way home, and that's when Lilith finally stepped fully into view.
She'd ditched her own spacious, comfy place and started crashing at my cramped shithole whenever she skipped work. She looked ridiculously at ease in her getup.
I saw her wearing the running shirt I'd bought to wear myself, paired with some old training shorts I'd snagged cheap at the market years ago—they were too small for me, so they'd never seen use. I said,
"Aren't you getting too comfortable here?"
"Huh?"
She tilted her head as she took the bag of beer from me, clearly oblivious to how she looked right now.
The shirt was my size, so a few sizes too big for her, but her massive tits made it look small anyway. And those long, slender legs of hers—unlike mine—turned the shorts into something more like tight hotpants, clinging right to her thighs.
Every curve on full display in that thin getup... honestly, she looked fucking hot.
They were all my clothes, but the wearer made all the difference.
Good thing I'd rushed straight home after getting sucked off, or I might've popped a boner right there.
And if I had, Lilith would've teased the shit out of me for it, knowing her.
As I was thinking that, she gave me a weird look and said,
"What's with you? If it's comfy, that's good. Quit yapping and hand over my beer, kid."
"I bought it, you know."
But whatever she wore, it worked for me. Nice view and all.
Anyway, I grumbled as I handed her the bag, kicked off my shoes, and that's when she glanced back at me.
"Hurry up and come in already. Drinking alone's no fun—perfect timing."
"Yeah, yeah."
I muttered a reply and watched her head into my room with the beer I'd bought.
Following her in, I saw she'd already sprawled out on my bed and cracked open a can.
"Here, you drink too."
She handed me another one she'd just opened.
I took it from her and sighed at the state of my bed.
While I was out working, Lilith had been camped out here, turning it into her personal disaster zone.
Snack wrappers scattered everywhere, empty beer cans from her solo session... no wonder I was sighing.
Because guess who had to clean it up?
I didn't want to wake up covered in sticky crumbs all over my body, so no choice.
Maker messes, cleaner cleans—that was me to a T.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I'm not even a neat freak, but watching her mess without a care was killing me.
Couldn't say it outright, so I beat around the bush.
"No, but seriously, why come here every day instead of your huge place? This dump's cramped enough already."
"Maybe 'cause it's cramped? Feels cozy or something."
She said that, cracked open the beer I'd bought, and chugged it.
I shot her a dirty look, and she noticed.
"What, not drinking? Want some snacks?"
She even shoved a snack in my mouth.
Salty-sweet flavor spreading in my mouth. Rich taste, perfect for beer. So I chugged mine too.
How the hell did something this simple melt away my irritation from moments ago?
"Phew...!"
The cold beer hit just right, and I felt better already.
Whatever, if she likes it here, what can I do? Blame it on having a crabby mom.
"Ahh... So, how was today? Make good money?"
She licked the white foam from her lips and asked. I replied,
"Eh, decent."
Today, Eileya had barged in for payday, picked me specifically, dragged me off, and sucked me dry on the way back. Being requested meant better pay than usual.
But after perfect attendance these past few days, no rush jobs or competition, so not bank territory.
I'd have to manage that later.
Worked hard, but income dipping? No thanks.
Still, compared to a few days ago, it was unimaginable cash—good's good, right?
"Hmm... Not that it matters. Hey, lift your shirt."
"Again? You saw it yesterday. Nothing's changed."
"Just lift it."
"Fine, fine."
I shrugged off my shirt, revealing the pattern etched on my stomach.
Should I call it a cock rune? The dick-shaped tattoo was about half-filled, proof of my hard work.
"Damn, stacking it up steady. Good job."
"Yeah?"
With Mumungmumung, it'd filled in one go, but despite grinding these past days, only half now. Kinda slow?
Or was it actually slow?
I'm no succubus—how would I know?
At this rate, next level-up? Another week at least.
Over a dozen partners already, and it's sluggish. Felt off, so I asked,
"But this fills slower than I thought?"
Lilith, mid-snack, replied,
"Yeah, first time sucks up the most. That's why virginity matters even for succubi. Strong first partner sets you up different from the start. Mumungmumung might look basic, but she's high-tier. You got lucky."
"And all that luck went straight to my dick length?"
She turned her head away.
"Hey, don't look away—explain."
"Shut up. Your fault too."
True, but whatever.
Water under the bridge. Whining to her wouldn't rewind my Ada Level Drain.
Hell, plenty—most—clients picked me for the huge cock anyway. No loss.
"Oh, but Mom."
"What?"
A thought hit me, so I asked,
"If you lost your virginity, you'd get even stronger than now?"
Surprisingly, Lilith—the succubus queen—was still a virgin.
Succubi grow stronger via Level Drain with more sex. She's the strongest, yet untouched. Contradiction city.
Succubi get sluttier with power, but she's powerhouse virgin.
By her logic, breaking it would make her way stronger?
How much more, then?
Regretted asking instantly, but words out, can't reel 'em in.
"......"
Lilith stared silently.
I looked away this time. She sighed and said,
"Cut the bullshit. Put your shirt back on."
"Yes'm."
As I pulled my shirt back on, she tilted her head, beer can to her lips.
"Oh, right. What happened with that girl?"
"Which girl?"
"You know, that one... what was her name?"
Then it clicked who she meant.
Had to be the satyros bitch.
"Oh, shit. Forgot all about her."
In my defense, shit-ton of stuff these past days.
Found out the extraction center provides dispensers with top-shelf porn and toys for smooth service.
Ate a full course at that elf chef's spot Lilith hooked me up with—hundreds of years cooking only. Realized everything I'd eaten before was basically human chow pretending to be food.
And more.
Jotaechang filling with slime fuck plus all sorts of other fucks piling up.
Hadn't lived this packed since... ever. Forgetting the satyros was inevitable.
Maybe not blackout forget, but close.
Lilith eyed me like she thought the same.
"You're insane... You haven't even checked on her once?"
"Things just piled up like that."
"Fucking lunatic."
Quick math: five days since.
Meaning the satyros had been edged in orgasm hell for five straight days. Now I was worried.
For me, not her.
If she offed herself or something, it was on me. Didn't wanna jailbait my good streak.
"...She'll be fine, right?"
"Dunno. Tough bitch, probably not dead."
Human would've dehydrated to death, but no issue apparently.
"Cool, then. I'll check tomorrow. Too late tonight."
As long as not dead, Lilith'd handle it. Relieved, I snagged a snack from her pile. She yelled,
"Hey, that's mine!"
"You're drinking my beer."
"That's that, this is this."
So damn petty.
Fine, not eating it.
"Urgh..."
I opened my eyes to pale legs draped across my chest. Their owner, Lilith, had somehow ended up with just her hips on the bed, legs pinning my chest, dead asleep.
"Phew..."
The fuck happens in sleep to flip from bed to pinning my chest like this?
Sighed softly, stared at her precarious perch. Weak with booze but loves it—my sloppy-ass mom was out cold in the messiest pose.
Bad sleep habits: shirt bunched up high, exposing her flawless abs and bra peeking out.
Morning wood instant.
One good sleep, and whatever Eileya drained yesterday was refilled—my dick perked up. I shifted her legs off my chest, sat up.
Gently scooted her protruding ass back onto the bed proper, tucked her in.
"Mmmph..."
She kicked the blanket off immediately.
"Jeez."
Tucked her again, whipped up breakfast for when she woke. Washed up, changed, geared to head out.
Yesterday too late, fine—but now I knew I'd spaced, so checking if the bitch lived was right.
Kinda annoying, sure.
But ignoring meant I'd be the asshole too.
As I headed out, my door creaked open—Lilith stumbled out, rubbing her eyes.
"Where you... going...?"
She blinked blankly at me.
Adorably dopey.
"That thing from yesterday. Checking on her."
"Oh, that..."
Half-asleep from booze or whatever, she wobbled. I said,
"Left breakfast out. Eat when you're up."
"Mmk..."
"I'll head out—watch the house."
"Mmk... back soon...?"
"Uh..."
Just a quick look-see, yeah.
After that ordeal, she'd learned her lesson, right?
"Probably. If late, I'll text."
"Mmk..."
Not sure if reply or sleep-mumble.
"I'm off, then."
"Mmk..."
She nodded sleepily. Pure exhaustion vibes.
Anyway, told her bye and headed out.