Chapter 244
"It's a succubus, right?"
"Nngh♡!?... Hnng♡!..." Overwhelmed by pleasure my body couldn't withstand, I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by more pleasure. How many times did that cycle repeat?
Baek Sion had never flipped the switch quite like this before, so I'd figured he'd cut me some slack. But that hope had evaporated ages ago.
Once my mind turned to complete mush and I couldn't even string words together anymore, the relentless waves of ecstasy finally started to ebb, little by little.
"...Haaaah..."
No clue how many positions we'd gone through; when consciousness flickered back this time, I was sprawled limply atop Baek Sion.
Still felt that foreign fullness in my lower half—he was buried inside me. But with the thrusting stopped, it was just sporadic tingles now, nothing I couldn't handle.
I blinked hard a few times, waiting for my vision to unscramble.
As it cleared, I noticed Baek Sion's blindfold was gone. And not just that—his eyes were closed.
"...Huh?"
With all the blackouts, no idea how many hours we'd been at it. But the sheer volume sloshing inside me? Insane.
I can convert semen to mana by default, so I'd kept absorbing even unconscious. Yet with everything still so gooey down there, it meant he'd pumped in way more than I could process.
...Wait, was Baek Sion asleep? After using me like his personal toy...?
Irritation flared for a split second, but then his hand slipped limply from my ass onto the bed. Anxiety twisted in my gut instead.
...Succubi are demons, after all. Succubus Queen Karote said they have no reason to kill humans—but flip that, and it means we can drain someone to death through sex.
"...Baek Sion?"
"......"
No rise and fall of his chest, no breathing. My spine went ice-cold. Mana surged instinctively.
Humans lose their mana when life fades.
"...Hey, don't tell me you—"
Heartbeat... there. Solid.
Oh, right—he was still stuffing me full. Even at his biggest, he doesn't stretch me like this when soft.
...Not like sex turned me stupid or anything. Just embarrassed for spiraling over closed eyes. I tried sliding off him—first attempt, epic fail.
"...Hng, ah♡"
Lifting my hips to pull him out triggered a weak orgasm. No choice but to pause, then go slow.
...Officially an idiot now. Even I'm baffled at myself.
Finally, deploying persistent installation magic, I dismounted. Slick fluids immediately gushed out below.
"...Nng... Not like some doujinshi..."
Probably not sleeping—more like temporarily powered down from me siphoning too much essence at once. Even excluding what I absorbed, this load? Yeah, explains it—even without me being a succubus.
Feels like more than three straight rounds... He must've cum like five times? Which means I went off hundreds—not exaggerating.
Ridiculous, I know. But afterglow aside, I've got stamina to spare. Body feels light, even.
"Hey, how long you gonna sleep?"
"......"
No answer, as expected. I condensed half the absorbed essence into an orb and fed it straight into his mouth.
"Mm... Chup..."
"...Mm..."
Like swapping a battery—he rebooted instantly. Eyes fluttered, focusing on my face, then he tilted his head with a puzzled look.
"...Who... are you?"
"...Huh!?"
Line from left field. Panic hit; I froze, weird noise escaping.
No way—that manga amnesia trope? Did I suck too much and fry him...?
"...No, uh... Baek Sion?"
"How do you know my name...?"
Chill down my spine again. Forced my trembling body calm, but his voice shook like he was still lost.
"The Yoo Seol-ah I know is a succubus, but no wings..."
"...Hey, no... you're dead for real!... Ah, you scared me!"
Caught him stifling a laugh midway—huge relief mixed with other feelings. I slammed a fist into his abs.
He burst out laughing, not even faking pain.
Why's he so damn good at pointless acting...!
"Haa... But wings? What... ack."
Suspected more bullshit, glanced back—small black wings, tail-like, fluttering away. Had to gape again.
Once Yoo Seol-ah lost even her voice midway, I kept shaking her hips amid the surging guilt-trip thrill, savoring how her insides clenched tight around me each time she came.
Even with both her wrists pinned, something tickled my abs. I tossed the blindfold—spotted her heart-shaped uterine tattoo... and the black tail waving above it.
"Nngh♡!..."
Slowed the pistons a tad, but each thrust hard enough to make her soft ass ripple like waves. Now she climaxed every hit.
Quickly realized: succubus form kicking in to cope, like old times.
But trembling, all composure shattered in those moans—yet her tail teasing me to rile me up? Too damn hot. No urge to stop.
When I unloaded deep again, wings sprouted at her waist—first I'd seen 'em. That's where memory cuts off.
Eyes opened to Yoo Seol-ah peering at me, worried. Prank impulse hit—went for the amnesia cliche. Her face darkening so purely? Adorable.
"...What is this..."
Now she panicking at the wings. First time for her too, probably.
"Can you fly?"
"...Not 'cause I'm a succubus, so don't get ideas. Karote said she flies with magic back then."
If the queen does, wings aren't for flying.
But no doubt—she's a succubus.
"Still a succubus, though."
"...What!? No, you're the bigger perv—why call me out?"
Reaction from earlier, but one thing clear.
"What'd you do to me back there?"
"...Yeah, sure. Ignored everything I said. Loved treating me like a toy, huh? Cumming... like an object?"
"You set it up from the start..."
"...Ah, no, that was..."
I'd just fallen for her ploy—I've got more claim here. Not that kind of "what happened."
"Even I can't go five straight rounds normally, healthy or not."
"...Th-that... yeah."
Five times a day? Young guy in his twenties? Maybe.
Five consecutive, no breaks? Physically impossible.
Unless something supernatural...
"Not like someone hit me with mega charm magic?"
"......"
Recalling it—lower body fully hijacked.
Now I get why succubi are inescapable. Doesn't hit during normal sex, but when her succubus side shows this strong? Unconscious cast.
"...No way I..."
"Not even Karote charms me. Your succubus talent must be off the charts..."
"N-no, impossible..."
Shaking her head in denial, but no counter—face flushing deeper.
"...Shower...?"
Knows she's cornered everywhere—tone way softer than when I woke.
Hot water soaked us; she reverted to her usual dopey expression. Wings still there, so I asked the succubus right in front of me.
"But if succubus wings aren't for flying, what's the point?"
"To get you horny... ah."
Languid slip from the haze—she clapped a hand over her mouth.
...Explains the lewd talk during sex.
Too late; she started explaining.
"Ugh, no... Think about it. Wings go on the back to flap like this, right?"
Chest modestly covered, she wiggled her shoulders demonstratively.
"But at the waist? More like... this..."
Hips rocking front-to-back—pure cowgirl motion. I stared, lips sealed.
Remembers bragging dance club skills make her a pro mover. Fair enough.
Practical use? Doubtful.
Caught her "example" veering too erotic—trailed off, blushing hard.
One gesture, blood rushing south. Second succubus queen material, easy.
"...You're right."
"...Uwaaa, seriously!..."
Proves her theory and talent. Succubus demo? Human me can't argue.