Liliana's Heart! (2)

"Liliana. You said you'd properly serve me tonight — but it isn't even night yet."

"Hyaaah… aah… aaahn…!"

I pushed my cock into Liliana's thoroughly melted mouth, then set my fingers to mercilessly tormenting her clit. She clamped down around me and tried to swallow her moans.

"Getting this soaked just from having a cock in your mouth is a talent all by itself. Makes me wonder why you were still a virgin until now."

"Hyehk — slurp. I-it's because my body evolved to arouse men… e-even if I don't want it to, it just happens on its own… slurp…"

"So that's why you're this wet right now?"

"Yeees."

"And drooling all over yourself because you want another taste of cock — that's the evolution too? Lying there with every last bit of strength gone, in the perfect position to get fucked — that's part of it as well?"

"Nngh… nnhah… kiss. Slurp. Yes…!"

"Hah."

Feeling that mouth squeeze around me like this, I had no choice but to call it a successful evolution. The urge to dump my cum into any hole she had — mouth or pussy, it didn't matter — came surging up all on its own.

"Oghk… khp… ssslp. Slurp…"

Her throat and tongue clamped down hard. Even when I just shoved it in roughly, she made it feel good instead of painful — that was a succubus's unique advantage, no question. A human body couldn't come close. Hers filled in every gap that intimacy with Lim Sol had left wanting.

Even when I tried to pull out, she locked her lips around me and sucked greedily, and I could feel it in every pull: she had no intention of letting go. The pussy under my fingers was already flooding.

"Fuck, that's good. Ah… Liliana. Your mouth is incredible."

"Aghk… slurp… khgk. Slurp… haah…"

"I'm gonna cum. Right in your mouth. Suck it all out properly, you hear me?"

The climax came rushing up, and I drove myself even deeper, all the way into her throat.

"Khh. Khhk… mmph… kiss."

Liliana took even this without protest, swallowing my cock down to the root. And through all of it her tongue kept working the underside — her technique was no joke. How was she this good and still claiming she couldn't teach me any sex skills? Ah — maybe because the techniques for men and women were different.

Either way, leaving a body this good unused for fifty years? Those bastards in Hell were genuine idiots.

"Haaa…"

"Khgk… gulp. Gulp. Cough, cough. Haa… did that feel good?"

"Yeah."

I'd already blown one load and my cock was still standing at full attention. Was it the stamina stat going up? My virility seemed to have improved along with it.

"Liliana. Spread your legs."

She opened them like she'd been waiting for the order. Her pussy was so soaked it had already left a dark, wet patch across the sheets.

"P-please put it in already. Master… my pussy won't stop. Plug it up with your cock…"

She hooked both arms behind her knees and pulled her legs back as far as they would go, offering herself in the easiest position to fuck.

"Put it in…. Cum inside me…. I'll squeeze my pussy so tight I'll make you feel amazing right away♥"

She spilled the filthy words like bait, trying to lure me in.

"…You're completely in heat."

Not that I minded in the slightest. That vulgar pose and those filthy words only stoked my lust higher.

"Hyehhhhk…!"

I buried myself to the hilt in a single thrust. Liliana's tongue lolled out and she sucked in a ragged breath, making a sound that barely qualified as human.

"Liliana. You think you can get that cocky with your Master? You're just supposed to get fucked when I want it, aren't you?"

"Hehht… that's right. I-I'm sorry…"

"Is this any way for a succubus to act? Can't even control your own lust, hmm? Making demands of your Master like you have the right."

"I'm sorryyy… I'm sorry for running my mouth when all I am is something to get fucked…"

Something about looking at Liliana made a sadistic heat boil up in me. Was this another one of a succubus's charm magics?

Thrust. Thrust.

The more I pounded into her, the more her pussy clenched and ground against me in a frenzy, crushing down around my cock. Fucking her meant forcing open a hole tighter than a virgin's, and it felt goddamn incredible.

"Nngh… hoookh… haa… nnh…!"

I pulled her body tight against mine. Her arms and legs wound around my back of their own accord, pressing every inch of her against me. The squeeze around the most sensitive part of me, the soft skin sliding over my entire body — it all drove me wilder.

"Nnh, mmn… kiss, kiss… please… kiss…"

The mouth that had just been sucking my cock should have felt filthy, but a strangely sweet scent rose from Liliana's lips. It was nothing like the sugary smell of my own cum — a fragrance unique to a succubus, and it grew stronger whenever we had sex. Some kind of pheromone, I figured.

I moved my hips like an animal, our bodies locked together as one. Even that wasn't enough for a succubus. Her cervix descended to meet the head of my cock.

"Kiss — pwhah. That desperate for my cum? You don't have to come out to greet it. I'll give it to you anyway."

"Hyehhk, eehk… aahk… it's too muchhh…"

I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her eyes had almost rolled back; her body just rocked with every movement I made.

"I'm going to cum now, so let's finish this. Liliana."

"Nnhhehk… aah… s-stoop… I'm — I'm cummiiing…"

Slap. Slap.

Our hips crashed together and her juices splattered, the wet sound filthy and perfect.

"Ah, nooo… mmph… a-aaahn…!"

Liliana's whole body convulsed as she climaxed, and her pussy writhed around me as if it were trying to wring the orgasm out of me as fast as possible. I didn't hold back. I came straight into her womb.

"Huu…"

"H-hyehhh…"

Squelch.

When I pulled out, her juices ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dripped after my cock in thick strands. The moment I left her empty, Liliana seemed to come back to herself a little.

"Liliana. Open your mouth."

"Nnh, yes. Understood. Kiss…"

"Haa. You really are an outstanding succubus. Every part of you feels incredible. Next I'm putting it back in your pussy, so wait for me."

Smack.

I slapped one of her sweat-slick, enormous breasts while she licked me clean.

"Y-yehes… thank you. Master…. Mmph… slurp, mmn…"

And that night, Liliana passed out.

"Ah. My back, fuck…"

I opened my eyes to morning. Liliana was pinned underneath me, my cock still buried in her pussy.

Squelch.

I was swollen thick, and her hole gaped as if it had memorized the shape of me. A moment later my cum came sloshing out of her in a slow, heavy trickle.

"Goddammit, when did I even fall asleep?"

Liliana had fainted near the end, and I'd meant to finish after one more round — but I must have passed out right there with her. I checked my smartwatch. Saturday, 11 a.m.

Liliana was still sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was slow and even, not a care in the world — a succubus's body, after all. No damage taken. Terrifying little creatures, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠built to drain a man dry.

I didn't have anything scheduled today. Tomorrow was volunteer work, so what was I supposed to do with a free Saturday? Maybe hit the training room. I hadn't been going much lately.

"Shit — you startled me."

Right. I still had to do this.

"Can I meet with him right now?"

"Yes, yes. Ah — wait a second. While I'm in the meeting, does time here keep flowing normally?"

"Ah. Got it."

Just in case, I should at least let Liliana know. I tore a page from a notebook and scribbled a quick message — I'd be gone for a bit, don't worry.

"All right. Let's go meet the God of Bets."

Sleep took me the way anesthesia does — a slow, sliding drop. My eyes drifted shut, then snapped open.

"Hey."

And the one waiting to greet me was a man whose entire body was sheathed in gold.

The scenery was familiar and strange at the same time. My old room, after all this time. This was where I'd left that vicious review and gotten dragged into this world. It was almost funny how foreign my own studio already felt.

"Whoa. Fastest one yet. Meeting me, I mean."

"Pardon?"

The man who had to be the God of Bets opened with something completely unhinged the second he laid eyes on me.

"Sit down first."

He crossed his legs in my chair and gestured at the floor.

"…You are the God of Bets, correct?"

"You came here to see the God of Bets and you think I'd be a human? I said sit."

"Yes. Understood."

The God of Bets studied my face at a leisurely pace.

"I know this is a lot, but we don't have that much time. You've got a pile of questions, right? Spit them out."

Things I wanted to ask…. I'd been collecting questions since the day I first landed in the world of Sex Academy. My head was a mess of where to even start, but I got the first one out.

"Why was I dragged here in the first place?"

"You're asking because you don't know? You pissed off the god of this setting. The god of Sex Academy."

"…I'll grant you that much. But something still doesn't sit right."

I hadn't felt it the moment I arrived, but the longer I lived here the more a certain unnaturalness had been gnawing at me. The difficulty of this world.

"At the start you piled on the fear — highest difficulty, a six percent clear rate, 'I wish you luck' — and yet…"

"You're saying it's easy."

"…Yes."

I had a conscience. I was good-looking, the perks had made me strong, they'd even boosted my mental fortitude so I wouldn't crack, and they'd handed me a heroine-conquest system that made seducing them straightforward. None of that guaranteed a clear, of course. But for someone who'd supposedly enraged a god and gotten threatened within an inch of his life… wasn't this a little too manageable?

"Huh. You've actually got a brain in there. Then again, that's probably why you've been popping heroines' cherries this fast."

The God of Bets looked at me with something like satisfaction and nodded.

"Truth is, you're the eighth."

"The eighth?"

"The eighth hate-commenter dumped into this world. Counting you."

"…?"

What the hell was that supposed to mean.

"The god of this game, Sex Academy, has a mental fortitude thinner than paper. He gets even a little pissed off and he force-summons people ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into the game world, just like he did to you."

"???"

What kind of lunatic does that? Ah. Right. I was one of the people that lunatic had summoned.

"So what do you think happens when a bunch of shut-ins who never did anything but play games suddenly get dropped into a world of swords and magic? The seven who came before you died without so much as glimpsing a heroine's pussy, let alone taking a virginity."

"…That's terrifying. But what does any of that have to do with me?"

"You're actually one of the lucky ones. The god of Sex Academy finally crossed a line I'd set. I was only going to look the other way seven times."

"Ah. So because I was the eighth…"

"Yeah. It wounded my pride, you know? I'm a god, and here I am stuck brokering bets with some random human. I'm already busy enough refereeing the other gods' gambles, and this asshole is off picking fights with mortals all by himself. Think about it. If your friend was locked in a death grudge with an ant, how pathetic would that look?"

He clearly had a lot bottled up. The God of Bets slammed his fist into my desk over and over, venting every ounce of it.

"At least when gods gamble I get a cut of the action. This? There's no commission! None! Fuck! There's a limit to how much you get to work someone."

Bang!

My desk split clean in two. Only then did the anger seem to drain out of him. He looked back at me.

"So I decided to stack the deck for you. Told him to go ahead and try me. Slipped you some extra perks on the side, too. Oh — and for the record, that six percent is probably accurate. Just because you've been doing well so far doesn't mean it'll keep going your way. Don't let your guard down until the end."

"…So I've still got a long way to go."

"Yeah. The Main Quest hasn't even started, and keeping every conquest intact is a nightmare all by itself."

"Then what happens if I win this bet?"

The Main Quest had a failure condition. It did not have a stated victory condition. Common sense said surviving and completing every conquest would count as a win — but I'd thrown common sense out the window the day I landed here. I needed to pin down even the things that only might matter.

"Nothing. That bastard never even considered the possibility he'd lose, so he didn't prepare a stake. Completely one-sided contract."

"Then what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠am I supposed to do?"

If I pushed the story all the way to the original ending and the world just… froze, I'd lose the will to keep going.

"I'm only a mediator. I don't have the authority to interfere with this world. But the same way I was able to issue you those perks, I've got a fair bit of leeway in the domain of fairness. That's why I called you here. You know the final episode, right? The Demon King's Invasion event?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

No matter which heroine you conquered, the game's last episode was always the Demon King's invasion.

"And if I win?"

"Obviously the other side has to put up the same thing you did."

What I had put up. If I failed the Main Quest, I forfeited my life.

"…A life."

At first I'd resented the god of Sex Academy. He'd dumped me into a strange world without warning. Now I didn't feel much of anything. If I had to pick an emotion, it was closer to gratitude. Thanks to him, I was living a life I never would have touched.

Besides, a god's life didn't land with much weight for a nobody like me. Still, the word itself raised a question.

"Is a god's life worth the same as a human's?"

"Good question. Of course it isn't. But you've already got the Main Quest hanging over you as a penalty. Hmm… honestly that's still a little light, so if you're all right with it, I'd like to add another restriction. I'll compensate you for it, of course."

"For example?"

If the restriction wrecked my day-to-day life, I'd have to think hard. And I needed to know exactly what I'd be getting in return.

"Conquer people who aren't game heroines — but who carry a lot of influence and importance in this world. The original was an eroge, so even the women who aren't flagged as heroines include plenty of capable ones."

The moment those words left his mouth, the image of a certain silver-haired professor flashed through my mind.