The Trap
She seized my cock in a firm grip.
“Haa… Just as I thought. So thick, so hard. This is an incredible amount of yang energy. How lucky that the Saintess is here. Because she drew the president away, I get to have you all to myself.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Why, are you curious? Too bad I don’t feel like telling you. Although… if you act cute for me, I might consider it.”
Meloni was openly toying with me. She wanted to humiliate me by forcing the person trying to kill her to beg and flirt for information. What she failed to realize was that I wasn’t the kind of man who would crumble from something so trivial.
“Noona, please tell me.”
“Huh?”
“I’m begging you, Noona.”
“Oh my? Look at you.”
Meloni froze for a moment, even stopping the lazy strokes along my shaft. Then a sly smile curved her lips.
“Hmm… That alone isn’t nearly enough.”
“What if I do exactly what you want?”
“I didn’t expect you to fold so easily. In that case…”
She deliberately drew out her words while tugging the crotch of her leotard aside, exposing her flushed, glistening pussy.
“If you make me cum first, before you blow your load, I’ll tell you everything.”
Having laid out her terms, Meloni rubbed my cockhead against her slick folds a few times, then sank down.
Squuuueeeelch!
“Nnghaaa…! It’s so big!”
The brutal shaft stretched her pussy to its absolute limit as it forced its way inside. The obscene outline bulged against her smooth lower belly. As a succubus, her body accepted the arm-thick monster without resistance, swallowing it deeper and deeper until every inch had disappeared. The head kissed her cervix in a lewd, heavy embrace.
“Auuuung… This might be bad. I feel like I could cum any second.”
Meloni flashed a lewd, playful smile. Yet despite her acting, her inner walls were exerting terrifying strength. The grip was incredible, and every tiny ridge along her vaginal walls writhed like living things, stroking and milking my length. It felt like I might explode at any moment.
I clenched hard, locking down my prostate, and unconsciously gripped her waist.
Slap!
She smacked the back of my hand.
“No touching. All you have to do, junior, is sit there quietly and watch me move. Understand?”
“Khh… Isn’t this a little unfair?”
“Fufufu! If you don’t like it, you can always refuse the bet.”
Meloni knew I had no choice but to accept. That was exactly why she had forced a wager she believed she couldn’t lose. But she was underestimating me. Far too much.
I’ll make sure you have no choice but to cum.
Once something like this was buried inside her, stopping midway would be impossible. I would teach her that lesson firsthand.
“Huu… I can’t stop now. Come at me with everything you’ve got.”
“Oh? So full of confidence? Let’s see how long you last. Hup!”
With an adorable little battle cry, her thigh muscles flexed. She lifted herself until only the tip remained inside, then slammed back down.
Schlick!
Her drenched pussy was already making wet, filthy noises.
“Mmmh! This… ngh! It’s dangerous…!”
Slap! Slap!
Meloni kept moaning even as she rode me without pause. I endured the crushing waves of pleasure and put on a cocky front.
“Is this really all you can do? At this rate I’ll never cum.”
“Ahn… Are you provoking me right now?”
“If it sounded like provocation, I apologize. I was simply being honest.”
“Hmm… Is that so? Fine. Let’s get serious, shall we?”
The moment she spoke, her leather suit dissolved into magical particles, leaving her completely naked. She planted both hands on my lower abdomen, adjusted her stance, and began to move. Her massive breasts filled my entire field of vision.
“Junior? You’d better be careful. If you die, I won’t lose any sleep over it, okay?”
Her eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled, then she braced herself and started slamming her hips wildly.
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
Her body rose and fell like a piston, her pussy devouring and releasing my cock over and over. Every time those heavy buttocks crashed down, the impact jolted straight into my prostate, sending electric pleasure racing up my spine. It felt like she was forcibly trying to wring the semen out of me. Her cervix sucked greedily at the head, urging me to fill her. This wasn’t riding—it was a semen extractor.
As expected of a succubus!
Even as my face twisted from the overwhelming stimulation, I cheered inwardly. The pleasure crushing me must have been hitting her just as hard. Stopping now would require superhuman willpower. All I had to do was drive her straight to orgasm.
In a room completely lined with books on plants, the president—having stayed on high alert—kept pulling certain volumes out and sliding them back in according to a precise pattern. When she finally stopped,
a low vibration shook the room. The entire bookshelf wall folded inward, revealing a secret corridor. The moment the president stepped inside, the wall slid back into place as if nothing had happened.
Roughly a minute later, the window opened and the Saintess dropped silently into the room.
“I knew it—she’s definitely a member of the Dark Church!”
No wonder something had felt off from their very first meeting. It must have been a warning from the Goddess.
Now completely certain, the Saintess repeated the same sequence of pulling and replacing books.
The hidden door rumbled open once more. The Saintess crept inside with careful steps, wary of being discovered. The passage was pitch black. No magic lamps had been installed; the place was completely cut off from the outside world. Left with no choice, she summoned a sphere of holy light. It would make her easier to detect, but without it she couldn’t track anything.
“Huu… Let’s go!”
She followed the president’s trail. After advancing for some time guided by the small orb of light, her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Will he be all right?
Now that it was almost certain the vice president belonged to the Dark Church, she couldn’t stop worrying about Luan being left alone with her. Even if he was fairly strong for a first-year, that was still all he was. There was no way he could handle Meloni—a second-year and a Dark Church agent.
Maybe I should turn back…?
Just as she considered abandoning the chase, an image suddenly flashed through her mind: Luan’s stupid, drooling face as he stared at Meloni. From the moment they met he had been ogling her body, and when the vice president told him to call her “sunbae,” he had obeyed like an obedient puppy.
Hmph! No need to worry, then.
It still wasn’t officially confirmed that Meloni was with the Dark Church, and knowing Luan, he was probably thrilled to be left alone with a beauty like her. If the Saintess barged in now, she would only be interrupting. Her decision was one hundred percent colored by personal emotion, but she quickened her pace anyway.
She had no idea how much time had passed. Completely isolated from the outside world, she could only guess by feel. Eventually she reached a wide opening.
“What is this place?”
She had entered an entirely different space. As she moved forward, sweeping her light across the walls, a magic circle suddenly flared beneath her feet.
Black energy surged upward. It resembled demonic qi, yet carried the distinct flavor of holy power—the power of the Goddess of Darkness. The moment that energy blanketed the entire area and the authority fully activated, the orb of holy light the Saintess had created burst with a sharp pop!
At the same time, she realized she could no longer draw on her holy power.
“Eut!? Th-this is…!”
While she stood there in panic, groaning softly as she checked her condition, the president stepped out of the darkness ahead. She had already transformed into a full succubus, horns and tail visible.
“I never imagined the Saintess would come all the way to a filthy place like this.”
“You… You were a demon all along! The entrance to the Demon Realm is sealed by paladins—how did you get out?”
The Demon Realm was the spatial rift torn open long ago when the immortal demonic beast Levioth descended. Even now it continuously spat out monsters and demons, a place the Church of Light defended with the help of every race. To slip through that iron-tight defense and infiltrate the academy was no small feat.
The president merely laughed at the question.
“Is this really the time to be asking that? Shouldn’t you be thinking about how to run away first?”
The Saintess’s holy power had been completely sealed. For a mage, it would be like having her mana locked away—she was now little more than an ordinary person with slightly better physical stats. No matter how low a succubus’s combat ability was supposed to be, the Saintess stood no chance.
Yet the Saintess did not shrink back. She dropped into the opening stance of the martial arts she had trained every single day.
“Hmph! Even without holy power, I can still beat the likes of you!”
“Oh? Such confidence. I’d love to recommend surrender, but I doubt you’d accept. Everyone, come out.”
Snap!
At the sound of her fingers, ten figures emerged from the darkness. They were the club members. Their heavy dark circles and cloudy, lifeless eyes made them look like mindless zombies.
The Saintess instinctively realized they were ordinary humans.
“What did you do to them?”
“Nothing special. I simply brainwashed them.”
“Brainwashed…? You vile demon!”
“Fufufu! Vile? These men were simply devoured by their own lust. After craving my body, they lost even their sense of self. You could call it their just deserts.”
The president smiled seductively and stroked her own lower belly. It was swollen with the life essence she had wrung from the club members day after day. Her exhausted complexion was entirely due to that constant draining.
The Saintess could no longer contain her rage.
“Don’t make me laugh! Ordinary people cannot resist a succubus’s temptation. You lured them in and now you blame them?”
“Is that how you see it? How kind of the Saintess to value even these wretches. That makes things easier. Everyone, subdue the Saintess!”
The instant the order left her lips, the slowly advancing members charged all at once. Coincidentally, every one of them was a warrior-class fighter. It seemed the president had chosen them specifically to protect her own weakness in close combat.
The Saintess shouted as she deflected their attacks.
“Wake up, all of you! The one you serve is a succubus—a demon! Come back to your senses!”
As a Saintess she could not bring herself to harm innocents, so she tried desperately to persuade them. But the men, drowning in the president’s body and thoroughly brainwashed, did not react at all. The brainwashing was so powerful that even the Saintess’s natural passive—the hypnotic sway of her enormous breasts—had zero effect.
The president laughed at her.
“Fufufu! It’s useless, Saintess. They only listen to my voice. They are all my slaves.”
“They are not slaves! These people have their own lives!”
If there were a hundred people, there would be a hundred different lives. The words, rooted in deep-seated values, wiped the smile from the president’s face. She answered coldly.
“Their own lives? What an amusing thing to say. But you know nothing, Saintess. You cannot imagine how desperately they thrust their hips on top of me, how they moan while pouring semen into my womb, or what utterly ecstatic expressions they wear. Can you?”
“Th-that’s…!”
“How innocent. Are you still a virgin, by any chance? Perfect. You will make an excellent succubus.”
“Succu…bus? What are you talking about?”
The Saintess looked genuinely confused, as if she doubted what she had just heard. The president kindly explained.
“Orders came from above. If we capture the Saintess, we are not to kill her under any circumstances. You will become one of us. As a fellow demon, you will serve Lady Nephelina and live for her sake.”
“Nephelina?”
“Ah, you don’t know? It is the true name of the Goddess of Darkness. It seems the Church of Light wanted to erase even that much. Their own disgrace.”
“What on earth are you saying?”
“You don’t need to understand yet. You will come to realize it naturally once you join us.”
The president raised her hand and activated her brainwashing magic. She sent stronger commands to the club members while simultaneously launching a mental assault on the Saintess, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the fight. Forced to endure both the physical onslaught and the president’s psychic attack, the Saintess gritted her teeth and held her ground.