Prologue — First Meeting with a Succubus
In the elevator, an auntie looked down at me.
“Nurungji Elementary? What grade are you in?”
“I'm twenty, actually...”
“Oh my, what a baby face. Ohohoho.”
At the restaurant with my family—
“Two adults and one child, is that right?”
“N-no... three adults, please...”
Walking down the street, high school girls younger than me would whisper.
“Hey, hey, isn't that kid so cute?”
“Right? I wonder how old he is?”
In the park, an old man smiled at me.
“Heheh, out for a stroll with your mom? Here you go, son.”
“...Candy? Um... thank you?”
One hundred and forty-five centimeters. Not a single trace of a second puberty, apart from a faint dusting of fine hair. A frail, slight frame and an undeniably cute face. Wherever I went, no one ever treated me as an adult, let alone a man.
I was always getting doted on, and—strange as it may sound—my affection-starved heart kept insisting it wasn't so bad.
A seat on the subway.
The homeward stretch, dyed red by the sunset, had a drowsy, languid feel to it. That was when a fragrance drifted up and tickled the tip of my nose. I lifted my head and there she was—a woman with blonde hair swept up into a soft roll, her blue eyes framed by glasses that lent her already striking features an air of poise and elegance.
She crossed her legs and settled into the empty seat beside me. She was tall—tall enough that I had to crane my neck to look up at her for a long moment.
She wore a white blouse that cradled a massive pair of breasts, its line flowing down past a cinched waist into the generous swell of her hips, coffee-colored stockings with a garter belt, and a black skirt that made no effort whatsoever to hide the curve of her backside. Late twenties to early thirties, maybe.
The top of my head barely reached her shoulder. The warm, humid heat and scent drifting from her armpit filled my nostrils and set every nerve alight.
Whoa... she's insanely hot. Office wear with glasses... hnngh...
Afraid I'd be misunderstood for sneaking glances like this, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Somewhere along the way, I actually started dozing off, head bobbing.
.
My body felt like it was floating.
I blinked my bleary eyes open to find the subway car completely empty. A drowsy, heavy warmth was wrapped around me—the blonde office lady had her arm looped through mine, holding me against her shoulder.
That faint musk and moisture from before traveled up along my cheek.
Whoa, her armpit... that has to be sweat, so why am I this worked up?
When I lifted my head, her red lips curved in a soft, inviting line. And yet—something was wrong.
Horns rose from her head, and a sleek black tail tipped with a heart was poking out from under her skirt.
She pulled me deeper into her embrace. Her breath tickled my ear, and then a soft, pliant tongue traced the rim of it.
Ngh—!
The hand draped over my shoulder slid past my armpit and came to rest on my chest. Hot fingertips pressed down on my nipple, kneading it in slow circles.
Hhk... nn... ah...
A lush, full thigh climbed onto my lap. The coffee-colored stockings, fragrant with her skin, kept my legs from clenching shut. Her large, elegant hand grasped the front of my pants and stroked it slickly. The cock I'd never once felt confident about was pitching a low tent beneath them. Her thumb hooked into my waistband on either side of my hips, and in one motion she peeled my pants and underwear down.
Her hand cupped my balls, kneading them before sliding up to wrap her fingers around my shaft. Her thumb rubbed slow circles around the head, while her heart-tipped tail jabbed playfully at the pucker between my cheeks.
Those plump lips parted, and her wet tongue burrowed into my ear, lapping deep.
“Mmnh.. ah... hah... churp... chup...”
The moment she bit down on my earlobe, her hand on my cock sped up—and my nipple was twisted hard.
My vision flashed white, and with a violent, shuddering orgasm I came in her hand.
.
“Hahk!”
My eyes snapped open. A packed, bustling subway car.
A dream...? Wait, though...
My underwear was uncomfortably damp. I could feel it trickling down my thigh.
Oh no... I didn't... I had a wet dream on the subway...
I turned my head toward the woman from my dream. She looked freshly woken herself—and absolutely mortified, staring at me in shock. When our eyes met, she grew even more flustered, her face crumpling into an apologetic wince.
Why is she the one looking sorry?
“The next stop is Sungnyung. Sungnyung. The doors are on your right.”
The instant the train stopped, she threw her arms around me—“Hey! Come with me for a second, will you?”—and hustled me off the car.
An empty public restroom. She crouched down in front of me, tugged my pants loose, and wiped the cum off my body with quick, careful strokes.
“Um... excuse me...”
She looked up with an expression that suggested she was about to lick me clean with her tongue, then jolted as if startled.
“Oh! Sorry. It's just... I couldn't help myself, and then...”
“That's not what I was going to say...”
“Hm? ...Ohh~”
A little flustered, she nonetheless kept her eyes glued to my cock as she explained.
Apparently, she was a succubus. She lived in the human world and worked at some major corporation... but she'd been pulling a lot of overtime lately, and had accidentally dozed off—that was how I'd gotten caught up in it, or so she said.
Then, her voice trembling, she asked me:
“Could I maybe... ask how old you are...?”
“Twenty.”
“Hahk! Really?”
Hm? Why does she look so delighted?
“Kiddo. I'm called Azalea. And your name is?”
Han Nari.
Ahhh, what an utterly sweet little sound that makes. From the way it flows, I'd guess it's taken from the haneulnari—the Korean lily.
Adorable.
Small and delicate, exactly my type. I used to go around plucking this one and that one before I ended up hauled into a police station and put through the wringer... ahaha...
But he says he's an adult? A legal shota?
Hahk.
I am absolutely, positively not letting this one go!
“Aigoo, look at you—your clothes are all soaked... I'm sorry, that's my fault. I'll wash them for you, so why don't you come up to my place?”
“Sorry about the mess. It's a bit untidy, isn't it...?”
We stepped into the bathroom where the washing machine was, and she hugged me from behind, sliding my pants down for me. Then she took my cock and balls in one full hand and began kneading them, soft and slow.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, sorry. It's just... you don't mind, do you?”
“I—no, it's not that I mind...”
The moment I failed to refuse, she stopped being subtle about it and started rubbing my cock up and down in earnest. She nibbled gently at the nape of my neck, her voice coming out in shy little squeezes.
“Um... so... if you don't hate it... could you help me out with something? It's nothing big. When you sleep... could I just take a little of your vital essence? Okay?”
She pressed me back against the wall—my front against the tiles, my rear pinned to the plush expanse of her body.
“In exchange, I'll make sure you have the naughtiest dreams ever. They'll be so vivid, so real, you'll swear you're actually doing it. And of course, I can set up whatever scenario you want. So? I'll give you intense pleasure with absolutely zero strings attached...”
The grip of the hand stroking my cock grew firmer.
“If you're nervous about it, why not just try it for one day? See how it feels, then decide. How's that sound, kiddo?”
“Well, if that's all...”
Her tongue swept into my ear, and an orgasm I couldn't hold back spilled straight into her hand.
Licking the cum from her palm, she whispered:
“Thank you.”
That night.
Azalea had me tucked snugly in her arms, lying beside her in bed. The gentle rise and fall of her belly pressed against my back, and the plush weight of her chest bore down on top of my head.
I was wearing a set of her pajamas, a size too big—until her hand slipped inside and began fondling my balls.
“I can't sleep like this...”
“Oh, sorry. It's just been so long, I got excited.”
She sat up, took my head in her hands, and drew it tenderly down onto her soft, padded thighs. The bare skin there was smooth and freshly toweled, smelling faintly of soap.
Stroking my hair back from my forehead, she spoke with effortless elegance.
“Mmm... kiddo, what kind of dream would you like? Ah—you don't have to say. Just relax and sleep. I'll prepare everything...”
Her tail slipped into my mouth, and before I knew it I was suckling on it, lips smacking.
“Uuu... what is this...?”
“Nnngh♡ Just wait... this way I can find out exactly what you like... Oh my, oh my! These are your tastes? Ooh... so small and cute down here, and yet you're already... churp...”
The tail slid out, and she clapped her hands together lightly.
“Shall we sleep now?”
Pat, pat.
Stroke, stroke.
.
That floating sensation again...
My vision seemed hazy and yet perfectly sharp at the same time. I could feel, firsthand, the ache of climbing a long flight of stairs. When I raised my head, I was greeted by a backside straining so hard against its skirt I thought the fabric might give way.
Wow. That ass is unreal.
Something like information flowed into my head... Park Hee-jung... Ah—my supervisor, apparently. Thirty-one?
I looked up at her as she climbed the steps ahead of me. A body overflowing with mature beauty, black hair swept up and pinned back, a white shirt and black skirt. Maybe it was because of my height, but I could just make out the faintest glimpse of purple panties.
Back in the office, I found my desk and sat down without thinking. I seemed to be doing some kind of work, but nothing on the monitor registered in my brain. Everything was blurry, dreamlike—yet my fingers flew through the tasks all on their own.
The sensations my body felt were identical to reality. The texture of the keys beneath my fingers, the faint aroma of coffee and paper documents, the whir of the printer. Even here my height was just as meager, but I was, unmistakably, an employee of this company.
That devastating ass from the stairwell still lingering in my mind, I stole a glance toward wherever my supervisor had gone.
Hm?
She was leaning over her desk, pressing and rubbing the tip of a ballpoint pen against the spot on her shirt where her nipple sat. No matter how I looked at it, she was secretly masturbating—stimulating herself right there at her desk. And above all, her head was angled straight toward me.
Why is she looking at me while she—
Her closed eyelids fluttered open, and our eyes locked. She flinched hard and immediately dropped her gaze.
I awkwardly pretended not to have noticed.
Clack, clack.
She strode over, her voice rising sharp and clipped, as if she were furious.
“You. Come with me for a moment.”
She stumbled slightly over the word come.
The office break room.
Park Hee-jung shoved me sprawling as she locked the door behind us. My tailbone cracked against the cold floor, my shirt hiked up my stomach—and her heeled foot came down on my crotch, grinding my cock through my pants.
She mashed it underfoot like stubbing out a cigarette, her cold voice tapping against my eardrums.
“You saw. Didn't you?”
“I... what? I don't—”
“You saw. Our eyes even met, and you're going to lie to me... tsk... hah... god... seriously...”
“Ah... I... um... that is...”
“Save it! What you just saw—”
It felt good, being stepped on—I couldn't deny that. But it was also a little terrifying, and before I knew it, tears were prickling at the corners of my eyes.
The moment she saw them, her expression warped into something dangerous.
“Fuck... that's adorable... that face is just cheating, Mr. Nari... I can't hold back when you look at me like that...”
She murmured something under her breath like a sigh, then licked her lips and looked down at me with the excited eyes of a hungry beast.
My heart slammed once, hard.
Park Hee-jung hooked her hands under my armpits and hoisted me clean off the floor. She leaned back against the break room sofa, settling me onto it beside her.
“Sorry. That hurt, didn't it?”
Her hand came to rest on my thigh, then slid steadily inward, kneading the soft flesh of my inner thigh, closer and closer.
“Oh my...?~”
Her index finger gave the tip of my cock a playful little flick.
“Don't tell me... you got hard from being stepped on?”
She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered:
“Want me to take care of it for you, you dirty little thing?”