Chapter 234
Even if it's not like some doujinshi scenario where you pass out from the intensity, the sheer exhaustion builds up regardless of any physical issues. My stamina was actually recovering bit by bit thanks to the essence I'd absorbed, but the mental pleasure had been so overwhelming this time that my head still felt a little fuzzy. I was so tired my eyes wanted to close right then and there, but since Baek Sion tended to get even sweeter at night than during the day, I decided to pretend to be asleep for now.
I vaguely remembered him saying he loved me in a similar situation last time. It wasn't crystal clear since I was half-asleep, but it was worth betting on. If I ended up actually falling asleep while waiting, oh well. Surrendering to the cozy blanket, I held out as best I could until his voice came from behind me.
"...Yoo Seol-ah."
"......"
Answering here would ruin everything. I tried my hardest to stay still, but my heart was pounding wildly against my will. If he got any closer, he'd probably hear it loud and clear.
...Is he really gonna say it?
Sion usually dropped his snarky side after bed antics, but now that the moment I'd hoped for was right in front of me, it was hard not to tense up.
"Jo..."
But his voice cut off before finishing the word. For a split second, I wondered if I'd missed the rest because I was dozing off, but no, that didn't seem right. Since I was pretending to sleep, I couldn't turn around to check his face anyway.
After mulling it over under the covers, I reached one conclusion.
...I'd been played by Baek Sion again.
About ten minutes later, as his breathing evened out into sleep, I quietly pushed the blanket aside. There he was, sleeping soundly.
"...Hah, seriously."
Teases me and then crashes out carefree? Who even said he gets sweeter at night?
Honestly, I wanted to wake him up and punch him, but his peaceful face made it impossible.
...But how did he know I was faking?
Am I that easy to read? Well, he always reads my mind from a glance anyway, and crushes me in any psych-out game, so it's not that surprising. He just knows me that well, I guess.
"......"
Even with his eyes closed, his face was perfectly my type. He probably skipped skincare beyond basic cleanser since he hated hassle, yet his skin was as flawless as mine. I gently placed my hand on his soft cheek, but true to form, he didn't even twitch once he was out.
No matter how hidden it was, he'd shown his true feelings with that affection. Fact.
...Penalty for teasing me and dozing off solo.
"I like you more. Sweet dreams."
I knew he couldn't hear, but my face still heated up. As I drifted off, the blanket felt even cozier than before.
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"...Mm."
Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, but as I stirred awake, I felt fingers poking my cheek.
"Awake?"
"...Yeah."
"Ten hours baseline these days?"
"...Can't help it when someone's always draining my stamina..."
"Hey!"
It wasn't even teasing—there was a real difference in how I felt the next morning on days we did it versus days we didn't. Especially lately, as I'd gotten used to my succubus mana. She knew it was true, so Yoo Seol-ah wiped that lazy morning tone off her face quick.
"I-I didn't drain that much yesterday... And it's absorption, not draining...!?"
"...Sucking doesn't just mean one thing."
It's literally in the dictionary.
She huffed and tried to steal my blanket, but I'd fallen for this childish revenge plenty of times before. The second she grabbed it, I yanked it back hard, tumbling her right into my arms.
"Eek!?"
With that cute squeak, she landed beside me. Not ready to get up yet, I lay there staring. She met my eyes for a moment before whipping her face away, unable to hold it.
"...That kinda hurts."
"N-No, it's not that...!"
I figured it was flashbacks to yesterday, but when I pouted a little, she waved her hands frantically. Still, admitting she couldn't look long because she was embarrassed would probably mortify her more.
In the end, she clamped her mouth shut, still facing away. Judging by her state, she'd be like this all day. Even without yesterday's antics, prolonged eye contact was tough for her normally. Mild case, not severe.
"...You really need to practice."
Maybe we should do staring contests like some drinking game—
She piped up in surprise.
"...P-Practice? What is this, doujinshi...!?"
...Why doujinshi out of nowhere?
Sure, doujinshi covered everything, so eye-contact training ones probably existed.
"Guess doujinshi teach eye contact practice now."
Her imagination was clearly veering naughty, so I probed. She fidgeted before firing back.
"...N-Not just naughty ones exist..."
"Oh?"
"......"
Her voice didn't waver after the start, and she schooled her expression hard. Doujinshi weren't inherently lewd, after all—just non-official fan works.
But with her ears beet red, her mind was 200% in the gutter.
"What were you even imagining..."
"Waaah!?"
Caught, she yelled. Moments later, my blanket suddenly wrapped me up like it had a mind of its own.
...Force didn't work, so magic it is?
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With Baek Sion mummified in the blanket, I caught my breath, but my burning face wouldn't cool.
...Eye contact sitting up was fine, but lying down? Yesterday's stuff flooded back instantly.
I hadn't recalled clearly before bed, but digging into memory, he'd held still and we'd locked eyes till I went over. That's why "practice" twisted naughty in my head.
He started thumping the bed with his protruding hand, probably suffocating. I left the rest covered and magicked the blanket open just at his mouth and nose.
He took a breath, then grinned.
"...Might need the practice you were thinking of too."
"...W-What're you even saying...!?"
Too flustered, I didn't even think to re-cover him.
"Yesterday, even if you stayed still..."
"...No, you...!"
Couldn't say "you were too good"—I'd gone solo yesterday, killing my excuse. And picturing his smug triumph if I did...
But staying still like yesterday didn't mean no pleasure. Without the mental high from "I love you," I couldn't last forever.
"It's just... getting shaped more to you, so even still it's not nothing..."
I cut off fast, but spotting his gaping shock, I snatched the pillow beside me.
"...You really gotta stop with the doujinshi."
"It's not doujinshi talk...!"
I pummeled his undefended abs with the pillow, but it was so fluffy, no real damage landed.
Why assume I'm a doujinshi addict...? This time, dead serious.
I'd only realized recently, but Sion looked genuinely thrown by my tone.
"...Is that even possible IRL?"
"Then taking essence is normal?"
"......"
We both knew it'd be impossible without succubus. Lately, I'd realized the growing pleasure with Sion wasn't just liking him more.
The trigger? Feeling him deeper inside lately. Fuller, somehow.
But he couldn't get bigger—visually unchanged, and it'd be dangerous anyway.
So, only option: my insides molding perfectly to him.
Impossible for a normal human body to tighten more over time. But succubus were sex-optimized; getting mana-attuned must've physically adapted me.
Embarrassing convo, but I couldn't stand being treated like I confused fantasy with reality.
"...Anyway, it's true..."
"Felt tighter inside, yeah. But softer too..."
"S-Soft...? You fucking psycho!"
"No, you..."
"Shut up...! ------------, ------!"
I levitated both pillows—mine and the far one—for infinite barrage, but wordless, he just took it.