Lucy's Conquest Route (5)

I wondered if Lucy could even see me through the haze. Her eyes had rolled clean back in her head, staring at nothing. She looked like she'd let go of her mind entirely.

I spread her legs to begin the rescue.

Her pink entrance sat neatly closed, her clit swollen and jutting out. Love juices had soaked all the way down her thighs. She was dripping.

What mattered was pumping her womb full of semen. Foreplay was unnecessary. I took hold of my cock and rubbed it against her pussy, searching for the hole.

Even that much stimulation tore a violent reaction out of her. Fluid gushed from her in a sudden rush.

"Nngh! Hwaaaah! Hiiih…!"

I hadn't even touched her properly, and she was pouring like a faucet left wide open. Through it all, that tight little slit eased itself apart, as if begging to be filled.

A wet, obscene sound. I pushed my head straight into that opening.

"Kh."

Just the tip, and already her hole fluttered and clenched, squeezing down like it wanted to swallow me whole. Lucy's breathing turned ragged. Lewd little moans spilled out of her.

"Haaaahn. Nnnnh! Hiiik!"

The pressure was fierce — a virgin's tightness, clamping down hard. Forcing my way into a place that had never been opened felt like the flesh itself was trying to keep me out. And yet the opposite was also true: she was so wet it ran down my thighs.

I gritted my teeth against the squeeze and drove deeper into that narrow heat.

"Hyaaah! Aaagh! Nnnnhh!"

Lucy screamed like she was dying. Midway through her walls, my head met resistance. I didn't have time. I shoved all the way in.

"Ah—ahhwaaaaagh! Aaaaahn!"

Blood welled up where our bodies joined. A rush of feeling hit me — I had taken this beautiful girl's virginity. And at the same time, a fierce, blinding pleasure wrapped around my cock. Warmth sheathed me completely. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Her narrow, writhing walls gripped and stroked with a desperate strength.

"Kh—!"

"Hweeeh. Aaaahn! Haaahn!"

A virgin in heat, writhing and begging for cock — she was almost painfully adorable. I started thrusting hard, pistoning in and out of that tight pussy, and the pleasure of sliding through her was staggering.

As I kept violating her, hips snapping, I caught sight of the two heavy mounds of her chest bouncing wildly with every impact. I dropped down over her, buried my face between her breasts, and started slamming my hips like a man possessed.

"Hyeek. Hweeeeegh. Nnnnnh."

Lucy lifted her own hips to meet me, chasing more, grinding herself onto my cock as if she couldn't get enough. I caught both her nipples between my fingers and toyed with them, teasing and tormenting.

The overwhelming satisfaction of having her entire body pressed against mine brought the urge to finish roaring up fast.

"Hwaaaaah! Nnnhwaaaaahn!"

"Khhnnn!"

Her pussy clamped down with sudden, vicious force, milking me. I buried myself as deep as I could go — until I felt her womb kiss the head — and came.

Pleasure ripped through me like my very life force was draining out. My body shuddered. Even as I emptied myself, her pussy never stopped working my cock, that warm, living heat keeping me from going soft at all.

Lucy trembled all over, wracked by the orgasm crashing through her.

I pulled out for a moment. My cock left her with a lewd, wet sound, glistening with her juices. Her pussy flexed around the gaping hole I'd left, pushing out the semen I'd poured into her. Watching my seed trickle down the cleft of her ass only got me harder.

I started rubbing my head against that pretty, spread-open pussy again. That alone was enough to bring me back to a full, rigid erection. Lucy's body was still melted, limp and pliant. I had to hold her firmly just to thrust into her — she looked ready to collapse at the slightest push.

I drove my hard cock back into her hole.

"Hah. Haah."

Wet, filthy sounds filled the air as I worked my hips, taking her roughly. I locked both arms around that slender, yielding body — so soft, moving so weakly — and pinned her in place, pounding into her like a beast in rut.

The sensation of her whole body against mine was intoxicating. And somehow, a sweet scent was rising off her skin. I breathed in that uniquely feminine, maddening smell and kept going with the rescue.

"Kh— I'm coming, Lucy."

"Haa, aaaagh… nnnnh."

The climax surged up again. I emptied myself into the womb of a girl who couldn't even hear the words I was saying.

"Hweeh… hahk. Khh."

Lucy gasped and shuddered through another peak. By the time I finished that long, grinding orgasm, she had already gone under — lost to a climax so intense it knocked her out cold.

"Haa. Haa. Haa…"

Exhausting. A different kind of exhausting from fighting Felix, but exhausting all the same.

Lucy's ailment had fully lifted. My cock was still insisting it had more work to do, but if I kept using her, I doubted Liliana beside us would just sit there and watch.

"Hweh…"

Liliana was staring at me with her face flushed scarlet, like she'd just witnessed something she was never meant to see. Not very succubus of her. Again.

She was standing in an awkward stance, feet planted wide, both knees pressed together. Had she hurt her foot earlier or something?

A chime sounded from my smartwatch. A message.

Huh? Fuck. I'm screwed.

Beside me: Lucy, passed out with her tongue lolling and a blissed-out look on her face. And a succubus standing there for reasons unknown, face burning, clutching the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Hey— hey! Fuck, hurry up and turn into a necklace!"

"D-don't come near me right now! Wait!"

"Fine, just turn into a necklace already!"

I ignored Liliana waving one hand at me to stay back while the other kept a death grip on her pants, and went to Lucy.

I knew the Clean spell. Lim Sol always used it after she finished sucking me off. Killing Felix had restored my mana, so a spell this simple was nothing.

Even Clean, though, couldn't mend Lucy's torn clothes. I managed to erase the filthy scent clinging to her and every other trace of what we'd done — but I couldn't close that softly gaping hole. Nothing I could do about that. If anyone asked, I'd just play dumb.

I cast Clean on myself as well, scrubbing away the smell, then slipped the necklace — Liliana had already transformed, sometime in there — around my neck.

"Ah, shit. What the hell. Why is the necklace wet?"

She must have landed in the puddle of Lucy's juices when she changed. Stupid Liliana.

That left Felix's corpse. I'd just say I took him down, right? Not like I had any other story to sell. And if Professor Lim Sol arrived first, surveyed the scene, and testified, I'd have a credible witness on my side.

A moment later came a crash and clatter, and Professor Lim Sol came running.

"You okay? The mana traces were insane so I bolted over here, but— what the hell is that? That's a Demon!"

Even Lim Sol, who usually lived on her own wavelength, couldn't stay cool at the sight of a Demon.

"Yes, that's right. He was about to attack Lucy. I stopped him."

"What? You killed a two-horn by yourself?"

Lim Sol looked me up and down, then frowned.

"For that, you barely have any wounds. And it doesn't look like you used much mana, either."

"Uh…"

Damn it. I'd been hoping she'd just let it slide. What was I supposed to say? That a victory fanfare went off?

"I, uh, got lucky. The Demon was already weakened."

"Hmm. That so? Well, I suppose that's possible."

Thankfully, Lim Sol let it go without pressing. She walked over to Felix's body. After confirming Lucy was in no mortal danger, she started examining the corpse.

Her clothes are completely shredded and you're just checking whether she's alive?

She really did look at the world differently from everyone else.

Either way, I now had a witness. I contacted the Victoria Academy infirmary — infirmary in name only. The place was staffed around the clock at the level of a university hospital. Neither Lucy nor I was hurt that badly. Nothing serious would come of it.

Or so I thought. Taking down a two-horned Demon turned out to be a much bigger deal than I'd expected. No matter how much I insisted I was fine, they said I needed a full workup and strongly recommended — no, demanded — that I check in.

I had no choice. I told them I was swinging by the dorm to grab my things and slipped out for a bit.

"Looks like I'll be stuck in there for a few days, so hold down the fort. Keep the streams going."

I set Liliana on the floor and started packing.

"…Yeah. Go."

"Why aren't you changing back? You look wiped. Nothing's wrong, is it?"

"Nothing's wrong, so just leave already!"

The necklace rattled furiously as she snapped at me.

"Alright, alright. I still have to finish getting ready."

I stripped off the torn cadet uniform, tossed it in the laundry hamper, showered, and changed into a clean set. Ready to go.

"Liliana, once that load in the washer is done, you can do mine too, right?"

"I said I got it, now get out!"

I had no idea what had her in such a mood. She was still cute enough that I'd let it slide for now — but if she kept this up, we were going to need a serious talk.

I stared down at the necklace lying on the floor for a moment, then left the dorm.

And in the room Lee Ho-yeon had just vacated, Liliana quietly dropped her transformation.

"Hahk. What the hell is this… fuck…"

The space between Liliana's legs was soaked through. She couldn't hide her panic at an arousal she had never felt before in her life. The image of Ho-yeon's thick cock sliding in and out of that girl Lucy would not leave her head.

"This has never happened before…"

For a succubus, marrying before the age of thirty-five — before adulthood — was the norm. But Liliana, born with a physical defect, had spent her whole life alone. Once that solitude had stretched past thirty years, the only marriage proposals that came her way were from goblins and orcs, and for the last several years she had lost all interest in men entirely.

That didn't mean she had no desire. She was a succubus by nature. She had simply been forcing it down. Watching Ho-yeon have sex had been the trigger. Fifty years of pent-up succubus hunger had finally broken loose.

"Nnh, no. I can't calm down. Hhk."

Liliana headed for the shower, intending at least to wash the wetness off her body. That was when a sweet scent caught her nose.

Ho-yeon's cadet uniform, sitting in the laundry hamper.

As if possessed, she picked it up. Then she pressed the fabric to her face and started breathing it in.

"Nnhp. Haa. Ssff. Haa."

The Clean spell had scrubbed the uniform, but a faint trace of scent still clung to it — so faint a human would never have noticed. The succubus blood running through Liliana's veins picked it up instantly.

"Haa, this fucking— hah."

That lewd, vivid smell, thick with the memory of what she had just watched, hit her like a blow. Every time she inhaled, her whole body trembled.

"Ah, aah…"

But the scent faded quickly. It had never been that strong to begin with. Liliana threw the uniform jacket aside and picked up Ho-yeon's underwear instead.

This was where the scent was thickest.

She swallowed.

Underwear steeped in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the heavy pheromones of a powerful male. The thought came to her unbidden: she had to deal with this hunger before that smell disappeared.

Liliana kicked off her sweatpants, then peeled away her own soaked underwear. She brought Ho-yeon's to her nose with one hand.

"Hnnnnh…! Ahhp!"

The sweet scent seemed to flood her entire body. Every sense she had started to spin. She snatched up the cadet jacket she'd thrown aside and started rubbing it against her sex.

Every time the fine fabric dragged across her clit and folds, her hips jerked.

"Ah, aah… ahhk! Aaaaagh!"

Pleasure she couldn't control tore through her. And hard on its heels came a crushing wave of self-loathing.

Burying my face in Ho-yeon's underwear while I get myself off with his cadet uniform. What kind of degenerate am I?

If that bastard's a mutt in heat, then what the hell does that make me, doing this with his clothes?

Even that wasn't enough to stop her. She stuffed his underwear in her mouth, pinched the uniform fabric thin, and started rolling her clit between it.

"Khh… ah, fuck… this is so goddamn— nnnnh…!"

No matter how disgusted she was with herself, she couldn't stop. She had worked her clit so hard it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠swollen red. She gave it one last vicious pinch and lapped at the underwear with her tongue like she was starving.

"Haa, haa, kyaaaaah…!"

Liliana's back arched as she came. Fluid poured out of her, soaking the cadet uniform through.

"Haa, haa, not enough. Aah…"

The massive climax bought her a moment of relief — but there was no world in which a single orgasm could burn off everything she had been holding back. She didn't stop. She chased the pleasure without pause. She had denied herself for so long that the rebound was savage.

"Hiiih… aagh…"

The self-loathing had already drowned, swept under by a tide of sensation she couldn't fight.

That night, Liliana kept Ho-yeon's underwear in her mouth until dawn.

Lucy was dreaming.

She floated alone in a dark, empty space. Fragments of memory surfaced one after another.

Felix had kidnapped her. The way his face had suddenly twisted into something monstrous was going to stay with her as a trauma, she was sure of it. He had groped her, hurt her. Whatever magic he'd used, the lust it forced on her had been unbearable — and humiliating.

And then, just as her consciousness started to slip… Felix's arm went flying. After that: a shattered door, and Ho-yeon's furious face…?

"Ugh!"

Lucy woke drenched in sweat.

"What the hell kind of dream was that. Ugh…"

She shook her head hard, trying to drag herself fully awake. But this wasn't her dorm room. An unfamiliar ceiling. White tiles resolved on her retinas. She lifted a hand and found herself in a patient's gown. Why was she here?

"You okay?"

Lucy turned toward the voice. Ho-yeon was lying in the next bed, wearing the same clothes she was.

"Nothing hurts, right? The doctor said you were fine, but just in case."

"…"

"Lucy?"

It all came back. Not a dream. Reality. She could still feel Felix's hands on her body, vivid as if it were happening now. Lucy pressed her fingers to her throbbing temple and asked,

"Fe-Felix. What happened to him?"

"Ah… I was going to wait until you were feeling a little better. I took care of Felix. But the press is going to report that we killed him together. That okay with you?"

Ho-yeon answered with an awkward little smile.

"Wh-why? I didn't do anything!"

"If I say I handled it alone, too much attention lands on me. Just let it slide this once. Sorry."

A hollow laugh escaped her. He'd saved her life, and this was the apology he offered. What would she have done, in his place?

She remembered the look on his face right before she blacked out. That raw, furious expression.

So he can look like that, too.

What was she to him, that he'd worn a face like that to come save her?

Lucy studied him. He just kept smiling, bright and easy, and she couldn't begin to guess what was going on behind it.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, truly sorry. From now on I'll believe you, no matter what you say. And I'll find a way to pay you back for this. I swear."

She bowed her head as she said it. She had a conscience. She couldn't just let something like this go.

"Don't worry about it. I should've been paying closer attention. If you really want to pay me back, just buy me a meal sometime."

Lucy looked at his face. She couldn't read a thing behind that faint smile — but she could tell he was kind. Stupidly kind.

"Yeah. I will. I promise."

She smiled back at him. Opening her heart completely to a man — that was a first in her life. And on that memorable day, Lucy found herself thinking,

Has he… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠always been that handsome?

For some reason, her chest was pounding.