Deception (3)
It hurts. My head feels like it's going to go crazy.
I swallowed hard and hunched forward. The sticky heat clinging to my lower abdomen was something I desperately wanted to ignore. I bit my lip against the sensations churning through my mind.
Why is it so bad today of all days...?
I'd thought this morning would be manageable, at least. But the longer I abstained, the more it felt like something was relentlessly prodding at my brain.
To shake it off somehow, I stretched my body out long. I even tried doing some stretches and deep breathing to calm my mind. I pulled out every trick I had to take control of the situation.
But no matter what I did, the arousal wouldn't subside.
"Hoo, ha..."
I collapsed right there, breathing heavily. A glance down showed my crotch was soaked—no need to check closely to know that. I didn't even feel like wiping it clean. What was the point? I'd just get wet again. Wipe it, get wet, the friction makes me wetter still. Before long, love juices would trickle down my thighs, forcing me to head to the shower.
This wasn't the first or second time it'd happened.
I have to calm it down somehow...
Class was starting soon. With Lucia, no less. I couldn't let her see me like this—I had to get it under control.
"Hoo..."
I let out a deep sigh and hugged my knees.
"Haa, haa..."
I panted roughly. Shouldn't sexual desire decrease the more you abstain? No one was secretly touching my pussy or anything. I hadn't laid a finger near it, but somehow my lust just kept building.
And my holy power's getting risky too...
And that was the biggest problem. My holy power was trending ever so slightly downward. It had dipped just a tiny bit before, with no major changes since, but the unease was unavoidable.
Compared to my total reserves, it was a drop in the bucket. But the fact that it was declining at all meant it could keep dropping—who knew how far?
I bit my lip hard and clenched my fists.
Knock knock—
Right on cue, the knock came.
"Yeees...?"
I slowly stepped out to greet Rachel. She was dressed in her usual provocative lingerie, just like always.
"Breakfast is ready. Come down if you'd like to eat."
"Th-thanks... as always."
I answered weakly. I had no energy to smile, and no mood for it either.
"Oh my... your face looks awful. Something wrong?"
I shook my head lightly. No way was I telling her about this.
Unfortunately, Rachel was sharp as a tack. She peered into my face, then smiled brightly.
"...It's tough, isn't it? Holding back your lust."
Of course she'd noticed.
As a succubus, hiding these changes from her was next to impossible.
I swallowed hard and stared at her as she drew closer, her form radiating an intoxicating allure.
"...H-ha, not tough at all."
"Liar."
Denials didn't work on her. She reached out casually, grasping my wrist lightly, and leaned in close. Her sweet breath washed over me, carrying a heady scent that made my mind go fuzzy.
I had to be careful not to zone out.
"S-stop... that."
"You look exhausted. How long have you been holding out?"
I didn't answer. About five days of abstinence. Admitting that a mere five days had me this wrecked would just earn me mockery.
"You don't... need to know."
Slap—
I shook off her hand as I spoke. She let out an "Oh my" with a laugh, twirling her hair playfully. No hint of displeasure on her face—in fact, she looked delighted. What the hell was she thinking? It was absurd.
"I always tell you—if it's too much, just come to me."
"It's... not too much."
"Really?"
"H-ha, not at all."
"Hmm~..."
During our back-and-forth, my eyes kept drifting to her cleavage. Why did she have to wear something so slutty? Sheer lingerie that barely hid anything, hemline teasingly short over her panties.
I tore my gaze away with effort and forced out the words.
"...I won't... ask for your help again."
"Is that so?"
Rachel didn't argue. She just gave me that look—like she was betting on how long I'd last.
"Well, come down for breakfast then. Good luck with class today."
"...Yeah."
With that, she sauntered off, tail swishing. Slam—
I shut the door instantly and sank to the floor.
"Haa, whoo..."
My body burned unbearably, legs giving out. As I panted, my mind filled with nothing but pussy thoughts, overwhelmed by the urge to quench this scorching heat.
My hand drifted downward slowly—but slap— my other hand batted it away, barely resisting the temptation.
It was too much to endure alone. If only I could confide in someone...
Confide...
One face flashed in my mind. The person I trusted most, tight-lipped, perfect for this kind of talk: Lucia.
"Ugh..."
What should I do? I curled up, lost in thought for a long while.
Consult Lucia for some comfort? Or grit through Rachel's temptations in agony?
The answer was simple. Tell her. Spill it all, be honest. Ask for help.
****
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
"...Sorry. For making you hear that."
Lucia's face was beet red.
"Ah, haha... Th-that's... I mean, it's not like I hate hearing it or anything..."
She fanned herself with her hand, looking embarrassed. Why was she more flustered when it was my story?
A brief silence fell. She cleared her throat awkwardly.
"Ahem... Got it. Your sensitivity's making it rough, right?"
"Yeah..."
Lucia swallowed dryly at my response. She stared at my face, then hugged the blanket tight to her chest.
This was my bedroom. I'd only told her that my lust was building to the point of insanity. No way could I say, "Seeing you turns me on."
How do you even say that to someone's face?
She scooted closer, crouching beside me, voice trembling slightly as she continued.
"Th-then... maybe... work it off with exercise...?"
"Sorry. Tried that."
"Stretching or something...?"
"That too."
"Reading scriptures...?"
"Done it."
"Prayer...?"
"All of it. Even an hour straight didn't help..."
Her face turned crimson like a ripe tomato. She glanced between my face and the empty air, searching for words.
"I get how it feels. That... feeling."
"...You too, sis...?"
It was hard to continue. We'd never had a talk like this. I'd never even imagined it. Lucia masturbating? Her handling her own lust? I'd never cared, never wanted to.
But now...
As she fidgeted with her hands, my body burned hotter than ever. Sticky heat clung to my lower belly, stabbing insistently.
She glanced at me cautiously—whether she knew my state or not—then finished my hesitant thought.
"...Do it. Masturbate."
"Ah..."
A soft sigh escaped, shifting the room's atmosphere.
"M-masturbate...?"
"Yeah. Lately work's kept me busy so I haven't much, but... sometimes the lust builds and I, uh, have to..."
Lucia clenched her hands tight, as if confessing this was a sin itself.
My heart pounded wildly. I'd heard her masturbating once before, sure. But hearing it from her lips felt so strange. Like exposing something that should stay hidden.
Her gaze rolled to my face. She swallowed hard.
"If it's that bad... why not... try it yourself?"
Try it...?
It felt like a hammer to the head. I'd resisted fantasizing about her while touching myself, deeming it sinful. Yet here she was, suggesting it.
The disconnect scrambled my thoughts.
Her hands trembled as she spoke, lips twitching like she wanted to say more—but then:
"...Sorry. No, you can't with your holy power."
She backtracked. No denial needed—she knew my constitution better than anyone.
Lucia reached out tentatively, taking my hand.
And said:
"If... if it's that much, I-I could... help you release it...?"
"Uh, y-yeah...?"
I couldn't process what I'd heard. Lucia looked shocked too, stunned by her own words.
She fidgeted anxiously, then bolted up.
"Ah... S-sorry, sorry! I... must've lost my mind for a sec."
Apologizing in a trembling voice, she fled my room.
Click—
The door shut, leaving me alone. I stared blankly at it.
Just now...
I'd heard it clearly. "I'll help you release it."
"Uh..."
I sat frozen, replaying her words. Feeling my pussy grow wetter by the second.
****
"Aaaah..."
Lucia clutched her head, groaning in distress. She stood before Carrot's door, sighing repeatedly.
It was 10 p.m. She'd been excited to sleep over at the mansion tonight. But she'd blurted something stupid to Carrot.
Even if she'd heard Lucia's masturbation moans before, that was way over the line. Of course it'd disgust her.
What do I do...?
She must be mad. That blank look proved it.
With a sigh, she turned the knob. She'd spent an hour in her room punching her pillow in regret.
Determined to apologize, Lucia steeled herself.
Creeeak—
"Um... Carrot? A-are you... asleep...?"
She slipped in and asked timidly. No response. Carrot just lay still under the covers.
"Hey, Carrot. Sorry. I said something weird earlier."
Assuming she was furious, Lucia lay down beside her. Angry Carrot was scary—she'd sulk for days if not properly soothed. Maybe buy her some sweets? She pulled Carrot into a hug.
"...I'm not mad."
Carrot's voice was calm.
Hm...?
Lucia sensed something off. Carrot's clothes felt thinner than before. Checking confirmed it—her pajamas had changed.
Before she could dwell, Carrot turned and hugged her tight. A sweet fragrance wafted over.
"C-Carrot...?"
Lucia asked, flustered, but Carrot said nothing—just wrapped her arms around Lucia's waist. Then, softly:
"...Sis."
"Y-yeah."
"You into naughty stuff?"
"Wh-what...?"
Lucia panicked. She'd expected anger over the lewd topic, not this.
She swallowed hard.
"...Earlier, you said you'd... help me release it."
Lucia's body jolted. Looking closer, Carrot's face was flushed crimson, breath ragged, body hot. Restless, needy—that was the vibe.
Carrot buried her face in Lucia's chest.
"Help me... masturbate..."
She whispered in a voice thick with lust.