I Never Give Up Easily (1)
"That's all for the special notes. I'll report if anything else comes up."
"Got it. Good work." Lucia nodded, her soft features lighting up with a gentle smile. I stared at her face for a moment, then flashed a grin back. This weekly call and report felt extra special after a whole week apart. Nothing major to share this time—just the ongoing lewd dreams and no other issues. It wrapped up quickly, which was a relief.
I'd love to chat every day, but she's swamped. Even if we could, it wouldn't last long. So these reports are my way of scratching that itch to see her. It's just a tease, but what can you do? Priority one is finishing this job. The faster I focus and get it done, the sooner I can see Lucia.
I fidgeted with my fingers and swallowed hard. My head felt a bit fuzzy as I gazed at her.
"Huh? What's wrong? You feeling okay?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine. It's nothing."
She must've caught my weird mood. I waved my hands frantically, desperately playing it cool. Even during the call, my cheeks burned hot and flushed. All thanks to this damn body. Those near-nightly lewd dreams had conditioned me so badly that just thinking of Lucia set me on fire.
"...Tell me right away if something's off. I'm worried."
"Y-yeah..."
"You're really okay, right? You look pale."
"Ah, it's... nothing. Just a bit tired lately."
Lucia's face filled with concern. She paused, then spoke carefully.
"Always stay cautious. With succubi around, you can't let your guard down."
"Yeah. Thanks. I've been extra careful since it bugs me..."
"The mansion's owner is an upper succubus. Condition management is key."
"A hug from you, sis, and it'd all vanish..."
At that, Lucia twirled a lock of hair and turned her head aside, her tongue flicking over her lips. For a split second, I wondered what that was about—but she snapped back to her usual benevolent expression like nothing happened. Was I hallucinating lewd stuff now? I'm losing it, totally losing it...
Once the call ends, I'll have to pray to Manus for forgiveness again.
"H-ha, anyway... don't worry too much. I'm setting up detection magic in the mansion."
"Detection magic?"
"Yeah. Rachel seems suspicious, so just tracking her movements..."
"Be careful. She might trace it back."
"It's fine. I'll mask it with Holy Power and mana. Without the incantation, no way she'll detect it."
"That might work... but still." Lucia's worry didn't fade. She's always fretting like this. With that, our short report wrapped up. I cut the Projection Stone, sighed "Phew," then...
"Nngh..."
I touched my burning cheeks. It wasn't just excitement from seeing Lucia. The dream version of her kept overlapping with the real one, making it impossible to focus. No need to check my pants anymore—I could tell my panties were soaked.
If only I could train or exercise to burn off some energy. But this massive mansion had zero workout spots. ...Makes sense with four demonkin living here. They don't need physical training like that.
"Haa..."
Sitting on the bed, I exhaled hot breath. Even cold showers couldn't cool me once the switch flipped. I'd tried everything to shake these dreams: high-level purification magic to purge debuffs, even sneaking sleep herbs from town for deep, dreamless rest. Nothing worked on the lewd ones.
Prime suspect: Rachel. The kids are off the hook—not just bias. Even as offspring of an upper succubus, they're mid-to-low level at best. With my Holy Power resistance, they couldn't touch me alone. Unless they had help from other high demons, but in this human-demon harmonious world, no one's risking execution-level crimes just for me. Plus, I had strong protectors set up. Their fine state proved they hadn't tampered much.
It's not entirely clean, though... The lack of absorption activity nagged at me. Normal succubi drain men's essence, but rare mutants feed only on women's yin energy. Standard ones get state-subsidized essence substitutes, but nothing exists for yin-only types. They can't even make it—those mutants defy nature from birth. Gotta consider if they're mutants.
"Haa..."
I sighed deeply and dropped to my knees. Still early. Rachel wouldn't visit for a bit. Until then, I had to calm this aroused body somehow. No masturbation. No lewd stuff. Prayer it was.
"Almighty Manus..."
I clasped my hands tight, praying desperately. To see Lucia without lust. To end the lewd dreams. Ignoring the stabbing heat, the boiling surge, the aching waves in my lower belly, I prayed endlessly.
"How's your condition lately?"
"...Much better these days. Sleeping well too..."
"Good to hear."
Rachel smiled happily at my words. She set a steaming teacup before me, then placed a cookie on the table.
"Have one. I made them myself."
"Thank you always. You're a woman of many talents, ma'am."
"Oh my... flattery gets you nowhere."
"Just the truth."
I smiled, took the cookie she offered, and bit in. Crunch—the sweet flavor burst in my mouth, crisp texture mingling with deep lemony aroma.
"Delicious. Your skills never fail."
"Really? Let me try..."
Rachel picked one up and popped it in her mouth. Succubi usually shunned oral intake, but she was the exception. She even had her own teacup.
"Not bad. I put my heart into it, thinking of you, Carrot."
"I can't thank you enough. Snacks on top of everything..."
"No need. Seeing you happy is joy enough."
Her warm smile seemed utterly kind. But the occasional off vibes kept her from feeling innocent. Her husband's death a year ago lingered too.
This was Rachel's room. After lessons ended, she'd invited me for tea—"Care for a cup?" Parent-teacher chat, supposedly. But I'd come to inscribe detection runes. I etched my prepared ones under the desk, chatting casually.
Gotta plant more around the mansion later.
This setup detected movements, threats, debuffs. Not foolproof, but better than nothing. I'd woven shields to block tracing—hard to spot.
"I'm glad to be in your employ, Rachel."
I smiled lightly with honest words. Upper succubus or tough demonkin—didn't matter. I'd uncover the truth and win. As Manus's faithful, I never gave up easily.
"Lucia... haa... nngh..."
"Ahaha... Sis looks so blissful."
"Yeah. Just a few days ago, she wasn't this into it. Pervert who melts from a belly rub."
"Hoo... haa..."
The room's air hung thick and steamy. Surrounded by the triplets, Carrot dreamed her lewd dream again tonight, clutching the sheets in cold sweat. Her breaths came shallow, legs twitching faintly.
"Sweet dreams, huh."
Lua pulled her hands from Carrot's belly after the massage. Nightly prep to let the Sound Gate seep in deeper. For now, just nighttime triggers—but once imprinted, constant heat was the goal. Absorption worked best on aroused targets.
"Dream tweaking's not yet?"
"Uh, yeah... Think it'll work after the Sound Gate forms..."
"Still, this is good. Thought it'd take longer."
"The purer the girl, the weaker against pleasure. Might've lasted longer if she masturbated."
Lua smirked dryly. The more repressed, the harder to resist once exposed. She'd reeked of arousal all lesson today—body adjustments kicking in. Triggers set off her heat.
She stroked Carrot's hair, then pulled a brush from her skirt pocket and handed it to Lucy and Ruen.
"This is..."
"Soft brush. Might boost sensitivity."
"Uh, yeah... Sounds good..."
"Kinda pervy."
"We are succubi."
Lucy's trembling hand took the brush. She gulped, then lifted Carrot's arms high. Exposing pale armpits. Legs spread wide next. A vulgar, lewd pose—arms up, soaked panties fully visible, cute clit stiff against the white fabric. Utterly delectable.
"Ooh..."
Lucy's eyes gleamed—succubi shine when casting or aroused. Brushes raised sensitivity for easier protector bypass. Steady pleasure developed the body. Now, target the weakest spots: armpits and inner thighs.
Ruen and Lucy extended their brushes. Faces taut with tension and excitement.
Ssshh—and the white bristles began sweeping Carrot's armpits.