Sword Club Scouting War and Succubus Discipline
Freshman: Johan28
"Johan. Stick around after class. I need to see you."
Teacher Bernehardt Line called out to me.
Lately, she'd been summoning me more often. It was all because of the volunteer work.
I'd racked up so many penalty points early on that I had to grind away at volunteer activities nonstop just to chip away at them.
Penalty points were a bitch to accumulate—easy as hell—but shedding them? Fucking nightmare. Each volunteer session only shaved off a measly few points.
The silver lining was that Bernehardt, who'd scored that mythical golden ginseng from me dirt cheap, was quietly cutting me some slack. Thanks to her, classes and volunteer gigs were a breeze.
"This about the volunteer stuff?"
"No. Something else. I'll explain later. Come to my office."
What could it be?
I had a pretty good guess.
After class ended, I headed to her office as ordered.
"Teacher. It's me."
"Door's open. Come in."
I pushed the door open to find her usual stark, no-frills office. But today, there was a guest. And a familiar face at that.
The guy who caught my eye had a stuffy, rigid vibe. Big build, height about my size. Problem was, he was a dude.
What the hell? Thought she was gonna seduce me or something. Guess it's business.
"Let me introduce you. This is Teacher Henri Lucas, our fourth-year swordsmanship instructor."
"Nice to meet you. Johan."
Bernehardt was there, so I gave a polite nod. Without her, I'd have ghosted the prick.
"I know. We met yesterday, Johan."
Henri spat out his stiff voice in a low tone, radiating this weird aura. In the original novel, he was a creepy fucker oozing unease right up to the late game.
Seemed like a villain blocking the protagonist Johan's schemes at every turn, but nah—not a true baddie. Unlike the principal who played hero while backstabbing everyone, this guy twisted the plot in his own special way.
No need to make enemies, but no point cozying up either. Guy was impossible to befriend anyway.
"Heard you stirred up some fun in our club last time. Pissed off the club president big time."
"That why you're here? To chew me out?"
"Chew you out? If anyone's getting reamed, it's the club that got its ass handed to it by a freshman. Not a thought of blaming you, Johan."
"Haha! My disciple's pretty damn good, right? If he'd been in Ibis Dorm, he'd have been scooped up by Lake Sword in a heartbeat."
Bernehardt boomed with laughter, laying it on thick.
"'Good' doesn't cut it. Good enough I'd teach him myself."
"No way. At least his freshman year is mine."
Bernehardt shot back, slinging an arm over my shoulder.
"Can't even imagine what monster he'll be by the end of freshman year. We've had outliers before, but Johan's on another level entirely."
"Couldn't agree more."
They were hyping me up right to my face. Flattering, sure, but kinda awkward.
"Anyway, to the point—I'm here to scout you, Johan. I'm advisor for Sun and Hills. Join us, and I'll personally train your swordsmanship."
"That's cheating, Teacher Henri!"
"Then take him yourself, Teacher Bernehardt. You're advisor for Lake Sword too, aren't you?"
"Guh! Our club only takes Ibis..."
"Outdated tradition. We never took Oracles either. But seeing you, Johan... makes me wonder if we should cling to it."
"Y-Yeah? Well! Screw old traditions—not very swordsman-like. Alright, Johan! Join Lake Sword, and I'll give you intensive one-on-one that's on a whole other level!"
Suddenly, the two teachers were battling it out to recruit me. Naturally, I leaned toward Bernehardt. But damn, I already had a club in mind.
"Sorry, teachers. I've already decided."
Being popular's a pain in the ass. Left the two eager recruiters behind and headed back to the dorm. Was hoping for some fun with Bernehardt, but ended up drinking kimchi soup instead.
Grousing the whole way back to the dorm.
"Puss! Daddy's home!"
"Woof!"
Naked Bianca spread her thighs wide for me. Lying back, ass thrust up high, pussy splayed open—no trace of demonic pride in the slutty display. I kicked off my shoes and planted my foot right between her pussy lips.
"Kyaaang~♥"
She squirted juices, head thrown back. I stomped her convulsing pussy, grinding my heel to torment her.
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Stripped even of human moans, Bianca yipped like a beast in ecstasy. My foot soaked in her gushing slick.
"You love this that much, you slutty bitch? What high-and-mighty demon calls a cumdump like you?"
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!"
She took my insults like sweet nothings, her pussy clenching harder in delight.
Hard to believe this was the snarling, venomous Bianca who'd defied me before. Her brain was rewired—Kazan's spot taken by my cock.
"Puss missed you~♥ Gimme cocky, master!"
"Still talking like a human? Bad doggy training."
"Hngg~♥ Sorry! So sorry! Woof! Woof!"
"Remember this. You're just Puss Woof-Woof. No need for human words."
Deprived of even moans, Bianca barked in joy as my foot drenched in her juices.
Now she was my perfect puppet. This cute bitch would report Seven Star Hall's moves to me regularly.
Seven Star Hall was a villain group to deal with eventually, but antagonizing them now was too risky.
In the original, Bianca got axed early by Johan. But this one's thriving—succeeded in her sacrifice mission, earning trust. I helped by offing the offering to win their favor.
Kazan's revival might speed up a bit, but intel from inside trumps that.
With original knowledge, timing didn't matter much. Unless it jumped years ahead, I could handle it.
"Woof woof! Woof woof!"
"Yeah, such a cute little puss woof-woof."
I stomped her sopping pussy a few more times. Thick white cream drooling from her wrecked hole, Bianca collapsed in blissed-out satisfaction.
"Getting antsy to date Rias-senpai. Keeps getting postponed."
Thanks to Bianca's recent stunt, weekend outings were banned. Kinda sucked for me.
"Well, not much to do right now anyway..."
Nothing pressing. Fortuitous encounters weren't urgent—they didn't sprout legs and run. Most were in the academy; hit the right blind spots, and they were mine.
Some require venturing out, but...
Nothing on the agenda today. Went for a stroll. Then spotted a familiar face.
"Ah! Johan!"
A succubus senior in brown robes, waving cheerily at me.
Momos Luxbell, whom I'd fucked senseless last night. Her face glowed even more radiant than yesterday, standing before me hands on hips like some superhero. Cute pose, but those decadent eyes smoldering with lust overpowered the charm.
"Hehe. The club ripped me a new one today. 'Why didn't you bring him?'"
"What'd you tell 'em?"
"Said security was tight~ Buuut!"
She closed the gap in a flash.
Looked like some scheming spy. Her heart-shaped tail coiled snug around my thigh.
"Thought about my offer? Becoming my servant?"
"Didn't I say no yesterday?"
"Whyyy~? Chance to monopolize this premium sis-pussy!"
"Then you become my servant."
"But you're human, I'm succubus—no contract like that. Hmph! Was last night just a fling?"
Suddenly melodramatic tears. Total non-starter.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Huh? What?"
"One-night stand. Once is enough. So quit bothering me."
Clingy sluts like her need the hard line to snap out of it. Momos gawked, shitting bricks.
"Eh!? F-For real?"
"Isn't that how it goes with humans and succubi?"
"N-No! Stereotype! Plenty of pure love between humans and succubi! Half-succubi prove it~!"
"Not for me. Just curious about succubus pussy. Checked it off. No interest now."
Not ditching her for good, but for later leverage, this tough front was key. Succubi were sly fucks—give an inch, they climb aboard acting like the boss.
Like training a hound young; crush a succubus's spirit early.
"L-Liar...! Whispered such intense love last night! Proof's right here!"
She pointed to the kiss mark on her nape.
Still there, huh. Bit hard during creampie.
Doesn't she get embarrassed parading that?
Succubus normal?
"Don't romanticize a one-night sugar rush."
"S-So no more with me!?"
"Hm. Convenient fucktoy? Maybe. Clingy stalker type like you... zero appeal?"
My finisher hit like a hammer to the head; Momos looked shell-shocked.
"Succubi shine when they're proper succubi."
"Hngg! What am I supposed to do without your cock now!? You tamed me last night, then ditch without owning it!?"
"Sounds like you need more education, senpai. Follow me."
I could own women; they couldn't own me. Time to burn that into her skull.
Led Momos back to my dorm room.
Perfect timing—free schedule. Lesson ran till curfew. Handed off to Bianca for baton touch.