Suspension Bridge
I shook my head. “Hmm… Did I get a little too carried away?” From the first batch of pigs I ran into all the way to this hideout belonging to some guy named Paldun or whatever the hell he was. Swinging my axe around like a lunatic and mowing them down like fallen leaves in autumn—I suppose I’d enjoyed myself a bit too much. Looking at the naked girl who’d fainted after letting out that shrill scream, I felt… absolutely no guilt. If anything, her reaction had been rather entertaining.
What should I do with her? I’d gotten so caught up in the fun that I’d forgotten my original purpose of taking over the organization and ended up killing every last one of them. From the looks of her, was she a prostitute? I stepped closer and caught the sharp scent of urine. It seemed the girl had been so terrified she’d wet herself.
“Doesn’t look like a prostitute, though.”
Her blue hair was messy as if it had been yanked out in places, but it still held a healthy sheen. When I pulled one strand taut, it stretched tight, suggesting she was well-nourished. Her body wasn’t emaciated or covered in scars; it was smooth and flawless. I swallowed. Oh, and she still had her hymen intact. Looked like they’d kidnapped the daughter of some noble house.
“Tsk…”
Was it because I was an incubus? The sight stirred arousal in me, yet it also left me strangely hungry. Maybe I should just drag her along and use her as a sex slave? The sudden impulse rose, but I quickly shook it off. Those slum idiots didn’t know any better and could afford to poke a hornet’s nest. I couldn’t allow myself the same luxury.
I felt the need to organize my thoughts. The plan to devour the organization and build my power base in the slums was scrapped. Their level was far too low; dragging around trash like that would only weigh me down. What I needed most right now was camouflage and a usable identity. Building a faction was off the table, but looting this place should net me a decent amount of money. That meant I’d need connections.
“Sigh… What a waste.”
Her face was swollen, but she was quite the beauty beneath it. With a touch of regret, I kneaded her ass a few times and siphoned off a bit of her vitality. Since I’d decided not to touch her properly, I might as well commit to the benevolent savior act all the way. I wiped my gloves clean… along with some of the blood. Leaving her lying in her own piss wasn’t ideal, so I moved her to the sofa. While cleaning her up, I copped a feel of her breasts. Mm. Soft.
“Ugh…”
Iria opened her eyes blearily. What had just happened…?
“Hic!”
The moment she regained her senses, Iria clapped a hand over her mouth. That axe-wielding monster might still be nearby. The thought made her try to sit up, but the rough blanket slid down along the curve of her breasts. She reflexively yanked it back up, only to feel something strange. Why am I on a sofa? Who brought this blanket?
“Ah, you’re awake?”
“…!”
Her body froze at the voice behind her. It was far calmer, but she couldn’t mistake it. That cheerful tone—hard to believe it belonged to someone who had just slaughtered several people—was the same voice the monster had used while driving his axe into the door.
Why? How? As Iria’s mind spun from the sudden shift, the monster spoke again.
“Please don’t be afraid. I have no intention of harming you.”
“Ah, um…”
“It must be startling. Would it be better if I waited outside?”
“No, no!”
The monster—no, that was rude—was far more gentlemanly than expected. The man’s response restarted Iria’s frozen thoughts. Could he truly be someone trying to help her? If so, she had to hold onto him. She whirled around in a hurry… and…
“Uh… huh…?”
The hand clutching the blanket over her chest went limp. For a moment her mind went blank. The words she needed to say vanished, leaving only her lips twitching. What stood there wasn’t the horrific monster she had imagined. It was simply a sickly-looking handsome man lazily cradling an axe as tall as himself.
His pale skin, which looked like it had never seen sunlight, and his bloodless lips that showed no vitality made him appear so fragile one might worry for his health. His messy, unkempt hair and ill-fitting clothes only added to the overall impression of frailty and disarray.
Yet that impression shattered the instant their eyes met. Golden irises gleaming sharply from beneath the shadows, as if he had no desire to hide his nature. That single languid gaze—filled with both hunger and sensuality—made the frailty and fragility evaporate like smoke. What replaced them was a decadent beauty that made one want to seize it, crush it in their grip. The kind of dangerous poison that, even if grasping it meant being pierced by its thorns and bleeding, you would gladly accept.
At that intense impulse, the tips of Iria’s fingers trembled and her lower abdomen throbbed. The sensation of those golden eyes upon her sent a shiver racing through her body. The man’s gaze slid downward once. But he quickly turned his head slightly aside. Seeing that, Iria felt a pang of disappointment before belatedly lowering her own eyes to where his gaze had lingered.
There, her nipples stood embarrassingly erect.
“Eek…!”
In shame she hurriedly yanked the fallen blanket back up to cover her chest—
“Uhh…!”
The mere brush of the fabric against her breasts drew out a mortifying sound. Iria’s face flushed crimson in an instant.
The man cleared his throat and walked toward the door with the hole in it.
“I left the clothes on the table. Call me once you’ve finished changing.”
“Uhh… Y-yes…”
Click. After confirming the door had closed and the man had left, Iria buried her face in the blanket and screamed without sound.
“You idiot! You idiot!”
She pounded her head and twisted her body—
“Ahh!”
Her nipples brushing the blanket again forced out another shameful noise. Her body was acting strangely. Had that kidnapper used some kind of drug? Her lower belly throbbed. An unbearable itch between her legs made her thighs rub together on their own. Her stiff nipples seemed to pound with every heartbeat.
This was no good. She couldn’t even dress herself in this state. So… just once. She slid her hand down and placed it over her firmly swollen clitoris.
Aphrodisiac Fluid
One of the effects belonging to the Incubus trait. I’d only applied a small amount out of curiosity, but the results far exceeded expectations.
In the shabby gang hideout, a building slapped together from cheap wooden planks, soundproofing was nonexistent.
“Ahh, ah, aah…”
The lewd sounds drifting through the wall were surprisingly sweet. They carried a sensuality that made it hard to believe they came from a woman who had nearly been raped. For a moment I wanted to peek, but I held back. If I was going to watch in such a filthy, pathetic way, I might as well walk in proudly and fuck her instead. Anyway.
“It works better than I thought.”
I had tested one of the effects from my Incubus trait—Aphrodisiac Fluid—out of curiosity, and the result was more potent than expected.
“Uhhng! Benefactor!!”
She seemed to have settled on a title for me already. Benefactor, huh. Not a bad angle. It wasn’t difficult to receive the help I needed or to make her crawl forward and spread her legs on her own—
Thump. Thump. I knocked on my head to clear the thoughts away.
“Argh, that’s not what’s important right now.”
Maybe it was the incubus blood, but my boiling lust kept devouring my focus. I really needed to either turn that girl into my sex slave and keep her around or buy a slave to relieve myself with. If I’d known this would happen I should have bought either the dual cultivation method or some bedroom arts.
I let out a deep sigh and reorganized my thoughts. The identity could be secured through her, so that was fine. Equipment to hide my demonic nature could be purchased with the money I’d loot from this place. As for building a faction… I had no clue where to start. If I had ten years to prepare I would have begun gathering people from the start, but with less than a year remaining, everything felt awkward. Still, scraping together these mediocre thugs was the worst possible move. I doubted I could manage them, and I’d be lucky if they didn’t drag me down.
“Haah… Haah… What do I do about this?”
Was she almost finished? My head was getting cluttered, and thinking itself had become annoying. Maybe I should tease her a little to clear my mind.
Knock knock.
“You’re taking quite a while. Is something wrong?”
“Hyaa!! No! Nothing at all!!”
Crash. Rustle. Rustle.
Through the hole in the door came a thick, sweet scent I had never smelled before in this body.
“Hmm… I’m hungry.”
It was the first time I had felt genuine hunger since obtaining this form. It wasn’t unbearable yet… but I wondered if ignoring it would become dangerous. I wasn’t sure.
“I’m finished preparing.”
The voice calling from inside pulled me from my thoughts. When I opened the door, the room was in far worse condition than when I had left. The thoroughly soaked blanket gave off a heavy sweet aroma. She seemed to have tried cleaning, but the floor was still damp. Since I had deliberately withheld underwear, her nipples poked prominently against her clothes and fluid ran down her thighs from between her legs.
Realizing where my gaze had gone, the girl’s face flushed so deeply it looked ready to burst. Even so, she hadn’t fully relieved herself—her nipples twitched and her thighs rubbed together like someone desperate to pee.
Was this seduction? Should I simply devour her? There probably wouldn’t be any problems… but better safe than sorry.
Pretending I didn’t know what to say, I covered my mouth with my palm and secretly licked it.
“It seems those scoundrels used some strange drug. Are you alright?”
“Uhh… Y-yes, I-I’m fine.”
“May I take a look?”
“?! No, wait…!”
She seemed to want to protest, but I ignored her. Grabbing the waist of the girl trying to flee, I lightly stroked it.
“Hic… Huu…”
“Stay still.”
I lowered my voice and locked eyes with her in command. Her body instantly stiffened. Using that opening, I pretended to check her breathing and brought the hand coated in aphrodisiac fluid close to her nose while leaning in. I stroked her waist again, this time with more force.
“Huuuuuu!!”
Whoosh!
Her body shook violently as a torrent gushed from between her legs. I caught her collapsing form and deliberately kept my expression serious.
“They seem to have used quite a strong drug.”
“U, huu… Uhuk…”
Climaxing in front of me must have been mortifying; tears welled in the corners of her eyes. I rolled up my sleeve and gently dabbed them away.
“There, don’t cry. It’ll ruin your pretty face.”
“Uuu, huu…”
All the emotions she had been suppressing seemed to explode at once. She buried her face in my chest and began sobbing. Even then the drug hadn’t worn off—her body kept twitching, releasing little spurts with soft pshh pshh sounds.
I stroked her head soothingly and whispered into her ear.
“If it’s not too forward, shall I help you?”
She shook her head.
“You can’t go anywhere like this. It would be better to settle it here.”
She shook her head again.
“I’ll just touch you from above to help you release. Or should I wait outside?”
“…Please.”
“Pardon?”
“Touch… me, please…”
Embarrassed to be making such a request, the girl kept her face buried in my chest and asked in a tiny, crawling voice. I gently stroked the head of the girl who had made this difficult decision and let out a silent laugh inside.
It worked.