Chapter 20: Handle
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Haaah...! Ahh...♥♥”
The room echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
And Na Yuna's ecstatic cries.
I was drenched in sweat, thrusting my hips with all my might.
“Hoo...”
My breath came right up to my throat.
Every muscle in my body screamed in protest.
But I couldn't stop.
Anal sex was prime cardio, after all.
Plus, an A-class hunter was spreading her ass cheeks wide and begging me to boost her stats.
I couldn't half-ass it just because it was tough.
Still.
One question nagged at the back of my mind.
Isn't she hot?
It had been over two hours already.
I was pouring sweat like rain.
Yet Na Yuna was still buried under that thick blanket.
The AC was cranked up high, sure.
But under the covers? It had to be a sauna in there.
“Hey.”
“Hngaaah...! W-what...?!”
“Aren't you hot? Kick off the blanket.”
“N-no way...! I'm not taking it off... ever!”
Her voice thrashed around from under the blanket.
I didn't get it.
Na Yuna was obsessed with her looks.
She treated mirrors like hobbies and dumped cash into skincare spas.
And now she was hiding her face like this?
Something's definitely up.
Curiosity exploded.
Human nature—you tell someone not to do something, they wanna do it more.
I slammed my hips forward hard.
Squish—!
“Kyaaah...!!”
The moment Na Yuna shuddered from the jolt.
I struck.
Shot my hand out and yanked the blanket off her.
Whoosh—!
“Ah...!”
Her sweat-soaked naked body lay exposed.
Porcelain skin.
Red lips gasping for air.
But.
“Kyaaaaah!! D-don't look!!”
Na Yuna freaked, clutching her head with both hands.
Like I'd uncovered her deepest shame.
I forgot to thrust, staring blankly at her head.
“...Hey.”
“Hngguuuh...! I said don't look...!”
“What's that on your head?”
Something protruded from between her hair.
Smooth, dark red horns.
A perfect pair, elegantly curved on both sides.
“Hwaaaah...!! F-fuck...!!”
Na Yuna burst into heartbroken sobs.
Tears like chicken shit plopped down.
She was crying for real, gut-wrenching wails.
Panicking, I patted her shoulder awkwardly.
“H-hey, hey. Don't cry. What's wrong?”
“Hngguuuh...! My life's ruined...! I turned into a monster...!”
“No, monster? It's just some horns.”
“Comfort me or fuck me, pick one, you psycho!!”
Na Yuna screamed through snot and tears.
Shit.
My lower half was still pistoning away on autopilot.
Patting her shoulder for comfort while pounding her ass?
Yeah, I looked pretty insane.
“Sorry, sorry.”
I stopped thrusting properly.
Wiped her tears and asked.
“So, what's that, and how'd it happen?”
“Hic... sniff...”
Na Yuna sniffled and spilled.
About a month ago, Elara's party hit an A-class gate.
After kicking me out, they went in without a buffer.
Tough, but they reached the boss room smooth enough.
Then.
“In the boss room... that psycho Elara pulled some troll shit... hic... hngguuh... why'd the curse fly straight at me when she dodged it...!!”
“What? Not you, Elara trolled?”
“Why's that the surprising part?!”
“Uh, well... you were always the troll in our party...”
Grip—!
“Gaaah!!”
Felt like my dick got caught in a shredder.
Her asshole clenched with insane force.
Pain like my shaft was snapping.
“H-hey!! That's attempted murder!! Strangling my dick with your ass!!”
“Fuuuuck...! When did I ever troll?! Not even half of what you did...!”
“O-okay! My bad! Loosen up!!”
I begged, tears bulging from my eyes.
Na Yuna huffed, finally relaxing her grip.
Whew.
Almost died.
An A-class hunter's sphincter was a deadly weapon.
If an ass-murderer ever popped up, I'd point straight at A-class hunters.
“So, what troll shit did Elara pull?”
“She was off that day. Couldn't land hits, kept doing weird crap.”
“Like what weird crap, specifically?”
“Walking like she was possessed, stepping right on obvious traps. At the boss door, tried busting in without rest.”
“Crazy.”
“We freaked and stopped her—she panicked too, like her brain shorted.”
Elara was a sociopath type, no common sense, blind to others' feelings.
But in dungeons? Ace of aces, pulled more than her weight.
Her stepping on obvious traps?
Charging boss room no rest?
Unimaginable.
“Elara cursed too?”
“No way.”
Na Yuna shook her head firmly.
“She wore a necklace artifact. Curse resistance. Showed the appraisal herself—immune.”
“Hmm...”
Weird.
But whatever, not my problem now.
“So, what curse'd you get?”
Na Yuna's face flushed tomato-red again.
She fidgeted, avoiding my eyes.
Twiddled fingers, stalling.
Finally, mumbled.
“S-succubus...”
“Ah.”
I nodded big.
“Figured.”
“...What?”
Na Yuna's eyes went wide.
“What do you mean? Figured what?”
“Horns, raging libido. Total cliché. No need for more explanation.”
“Cliché my ass! Shut up with the bullshit!”
Na Yuna yelled.
I chuckled, pulling my dick from her ass.
Plop-plurt—.
“Ah, seriously! Quiet!”
“Physiology.”
I wiped my dick roughly on the bedsheet.
Na Yuna eyed me cautiously.
“...You mad?”
“Why would I be?”
“'Cause... I look like a monster...”
“Monster? Horns don't make a monster. Then every monster-fucker out there's a zoophile?”
“They are zoophiles...”
“Oh, right?”
I shrugged.
Then tapped my rock-hard dick.
“Suck it.”
“...Huh?”
“Suck my dick. Like you were under the blanket.”
Out of nowhere.
She could freak, but Na Yuna's eyes shifted slyly.
She loved blowjobs—vacuum cleaner type.
No way she'd refuse.
Sure enough.
Now that it was out, she didn't care anymore.
First time locking eyes straight.
Slowly lowered her head.
Lick—.
Tongue trailed up the glans.
Slurp... smack...
Warm, wet mouth engulfed my dick.
Ngh.
Na Yuna's blowjobs were art.
Stroked her hair while she sucked.
Soft strands.
She blushed a blush at the sudden touch.
“Yuna.”
“Mmph... slurp... hmm...?”
Looked up, dick in mouth.
“I said cliché earlier.”
“Mmph... slurp... what about it...”
She still didn't get what succubus horns meant.
The symbolism.
Time to show her.
Reached out.
Grabbed the smooth pair of horns tight.
“Hkgaah...?!”
Na Yuna jolted, spitting out my dick.
Shuddered head to toe, moaning loud.
“Fuck, scared me.”
Her yell startled me too.
Made sense, though.
Succubus curse.
Horns packed with nerves? Obvious logic.
Fantasy science right there.
Anyway.
I gripped the horn handles firm.
Signaled her.
“Ready?”
“Ready...? For whaaat...?!”
No words—yanked hard toward me.
Sluuuuurp—!
“Gub...! Guk...!!”
My dick plunged straight to her throat's depths.
Root-deep in her gullet.
Esophagus squeezing like it'd burst through.
“Ngh...”
This was it.
Horns meant handle duty.
“Blowjob handle function OP.”
“Gububub...!! Kek...!!”
Na Yuna thrashed like she was choking.
Pounded my thighs with fists in protest.
But nah, not stopping.
She was a hunter.
A-class—stamina and durability leagues above normals.
Dick in throat wouldn't faze her for real.
Her punches were weak anyway.
Real hits? My thighs'd be ground meat.
Anyway.
I humored her fussing, gripping the horn handles tight.
Started wild hip-thrusts back and forth.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Guek...! Uk...! Gubub...!!”
Her choking struggles filled the room.
Felt amazing.
Warm, tight esophagus milking my dick.
Worth the 'mouth pussy' title.
“Haa... cumming!”
Yanked horns harder.
Unloaded straight down.
Spurt—. Spurt—.
“Guuk...! Gulp... gulp...”
Hot cum flooding her throat.
She swallowed on instinct, even choking.
Sex hits the ears too.
That gulping sounded so lewd.
Done, released the handles.
Slip.
Dick slid out.
“Puhah...! Kek! Kek!”
Na Yuna hacked up a storm, gasping.
White cum dribbled from her lips, unswallowed.
“O-oppa, you're insane...?! Kek... kek...!”
Coughing curses.
Still calling me oppa mid-sex? Contradictory as hell.
“That curse—way to break it?”
“Haa... haa...”
Na Yuna glared daggers, catching breath.
“You know.”
“Ah.”
Right.
Kill the curser, curse lifts.
Simple.
Gate raid the only way, huh...
Her failed gate? A-class dungeon.
Way above my paygrade.
Holy fuckall wouldn't save me without a solid party.
Gave up clean.
She'd handle it.
Horns were kinda cute and hot anyway.
“Libido sorted now?”
“Y-yeah, but...”
Na Yuna answered wistfully.
Eyes glued to my dick, smacking lips.
Saw that, felt smug.
Horns made her look like a dumb, clumsy succubus.
Pulled her waist close again.
She draped arms around my neck naturally.
Warm skin touched.
But Elara messing up...
That story lingered.
Weird.
Her stepping on obvious traps?
What happened?
Whatever, not my issue now.
Shook it off.
Deep thoughts ain't my style.
Right now?
Focus on the horned backup mage squirming in my arms.