The Weight of Desire
Succubi are demons that feed on vital energy, or jeonggi. While the energy contained in male semen is the most nutritious, that doesn't mean it's their only source of sustenance.
The affection one gender feels for another, and the sticky, raw desires that accompany it—they draw energy from those as well.
Succubi are also known as dream demons.
When someone feels sexual desire for another, whether of the opposite or same sex, a succubus can manifest their deepest fantasies within a dream. This was another way they harvested jeonggi.
This was how the succubi had been able to survive the long, difficult years while remaining virgins.
To utilize such methods, it was only natural that they had to be highly attuned to the emotions flowing between humans.
The cold, red-haired secretary with the swaying ponytail was no exception.
Knock, knock!
"CEO Park, may I come in?"
"...Yes, please, come in."
Instead of immediately fixing the broken lightbulb as Jihan had ordered, the first place Francesca headed was to Park Sora's office right next door.
As Francesca opened the door upon receiving permission, she saw Park Sora doing her best to maintain her composure.
Francesca had a specific reason for seeking out Park Sora. To apologize? Far from it. Serving her master was a virtue for a secretary, not something to apologize for.
"I apologize for the intrusion earlier."
Francesca's eyes stared intently at Park Sora.
Sora met her gaze, let out a soft sigh, and spoke.
"No, it's fine. I was the one who lacked tact..."
"Thank you for your understanding."
"Still... even if you are in a relationship, could you please refrain from such acts in the office? I'm worried the other girls might see."
Sora was misunderstanding the relationship between Francesca and Jihan, assuming they were lovers.
And a highly passionate, red-blooded young couple at that.
It was only natural, considering they were engaging in that level of public display of affection in what was essentially a shared building, even if it was behind closed doors.
However, Francesca gave a slight shake of her head, correcting the misunderstanding.
"The young master is not my lover."
"...Excuse me?"
Sora's mouth fell open, her expression turning utterly blank.
Then what are they? What is their relationship?
Did Baek Jihan, whom I thought was a decent guy, use his position to force himself on his subordinate?
Since those thoughts were written all over her face, Francesca quickly corrected her once more.
"It was not forced, either. As a secretary, it is only natural to serve the one I attend to."
"I... see..."
Sora chewed on those words for a long moment, ultimately deciding that she simply could not comprehend the mindset of the expressionless woman standing before her.
"Still... doing that kind of thing at work is..."
"I cannot make any promises regarding that. I do not know if you are aware, but the young master's penis is exceptionally large."
"W-What? What on earth are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Sora's voice cracked at the sudden, explicit remark.
Undeterred, Francesca raised her forearm to physically demonstrate the size.
"It is roughly about this size. And that is not all. His stamina is so incredible that we have gone at it all day long. As his secretary, I must always be prepared to accommodate the young master whenever he is in heat."
"To do such a... W-Wait a minute. Did you just say 'all day long'?"
Sora couldn't bring herself to get angry at Francesca. Francesca was someone who had visited countless times alongside the building owner, Baek Sera.
If she offended her and caused a shift in the landlord's mood, she risked being kicked out the moment her lease expired.
But that wasn't the only reason Sora was engaging with Francesca's outrageous claims.
"Is that... even possible? Stop lying."
Sora had a vague idea. On the first day, captivated by Baek Jihan's looks, she had scanned his entire body.
And she had seen it. The magnificent bulge making its presence known even through his trousers.
So when Francesca first described the size, she had almost nodded in agreement without realizing it.
Barely snapping out of it, she instead began to calculate with her hand hidden beneath the desk.
The flaccid size I saw back then was about this big... so when erect... yeah, it would definitely be around that size.
She could accept that part. But how could anyone have sex all day long?
My husband... can barely even get it up...
Getting pregnant from a youthful fling had forced her into a sudden retirement, but back then, she had been happy.
Because she believed she would live happily with the man she loved and their soon-to-be-born child.
For about a year after giving birth, everything went exactly as she had hoped.
She and her husband had sex whenever their eyes met. If they hadn't been so careful with contraception, they would have had a second or third child by now.
However, her husband soon grew cold toward her. Perhaps he saw her as a caught fish, but far from having sex all day, he could barely even get an erection.
Whenever she tried to seduce him, he would always brush her off with comments like, "Come on, honey, family members don't do this with each other." As a result, she had spent countless years relying solely on masturbation.
That was why she didn't want to believe what she was hearing. It felt as though she was somehow losing to this secretary.
"Do you not believe me?"
"Of course not. How could I? It's completely unrealistic."
"You can tell just by looking at the young master's appearance. He is the very definition of unrealistic. Adding one more unrealistic trait to him changes nothing. If anything, is it not a virtue?"
Sora silently agreed. Jihan's face, his body, and his family background were all magnificent. On top of that, he had a massive cock. With all those traits, having monstrous stamina wasn't a flaw—it was a massive asset.
"...So, is the reason you came here... to warn me not to barge into your room unannounced?"
Sora asked, feeling a sense of defeat. She was the owner of this company, yet she felt like she had to ask an outsider for permission.
Sensing anger and emptiness mixing into the sexual frustration radiating from Sora, Francesca quickly spoke up.
"No. I came to discuss business."
"Business?... Did Chairman Baek delegate full authority to you?"
"To be precise, it was delegated to our young master, not me. However, as he is still inexperienced in many areas, I have come to coordinate things in the interim."
The moment the conversation shifted to business, Sora instantly shed her flustered demeanor and regained her sharp, professional edge.
A calculating tone, entirely different from before, slipped from her lips.
"And?"
"My mistress is considering selling this building."
"..."
Sora closed her eyes for a moment, deep in thought. Selling the building to someone else? To whom?
If they were going to sell it, why bother telling her?
Sora's mind raced, and then she realized.
"You're not talking about leasing anymore. You're thinking of selling it to us, aren't you?"
"That is correct."
"Why?"
Just owning a building like this was a license to print money. Land values were skyrocketing, and even putting that aside, the sheer amount she paid in monthly rent was not a sum to be taken lightly.
Sora sensed a golden opportunity.
Francesca continued.
"If you ask why... everything depends on the young master's will. The price, the reason, the timing—all of it."
"...You aren't suggesting I sell my body to him, are you?"
Sora's eyes grew fierce. Laying down all that groundwork about his massive cock and monstrous stamina... in the end, wasn't she just telling her to offer up her body? Though, if the reward was this building, it was more than a generous trade...
"Of course not."
Francesca smiled inwardly. She denied it, but that was exactly her aim.
Women were creatures easily swept away by the atmosphere. Francesca herself enjoyed the irresistible mood of being pinned down and thoroughly taken by Jihan.
And the woman before her would be no different.
Right now, she was suppressing her intense sexual desires for the sake of her family, especially her daughter.
But once an excuse was formed—something to convince herself, like I have no choice, it's for my daughter—everything would fall into place in a heartbeat.
Eventually, she would be the one begging, desperately craving his cock.
A sexually frustrated married woman is indeed easy to handle.
"Then, please give it some careful thought. Ah, the young master knows nothing of this yet. So... do not let your tongue slip. I will go fix the lightbulb now."
Francesca closed the door and left.
Sora stared at the silently closed door before squeezing her eyes shut once more.
Sora had already been frustrated by the fact that she couldn't touch a man she found highly attractive simply because she was married.
Now, a massive bucket of fuel had been poured onto that fire.
Why did I get married back then? Why did I fall for a guy like him? Why doesn't he touch me anymore? If only I weren't married, I wouldn't even have to hesitate.
Should I tell them I'll accept the offer right now?
If it was going to turn out like this, I should have aborted the baby back th—
Slap!
Inside her car on the way home from work, waiting at a red light, Sora slapped her own cheek hard to cut off her train of thought.
Just because she didn't say it out loud didn't mean she could let such thoughts run wild in her head.
How could she have such a terrible delusion when she had a precious daughter who was her sole reason for living?
Her mind was truly possessed by demons. Ever since she witnessed that vulgar scene—no, perhaps ever since she first laid eyes on Baek Jihan—her head had felt strangely foggy.
It felt as if she were possessed by a demon. Unconsciously, her mind kept drifting back to the outline she had stolen glances at through his trousers.
And his cute, slightly frowning face as he was serviced by that stunning beauty beneath the desk.
Sora shook her head as she found herself thinking of Jihan yet again.
"You crazy bitch, what do you think you're doing?"
There were so many red lights today... It really was an unlucky day.
As she waited for the light to change, Sora scanned the street outside.
Her gaze happened to land on a hot dog stand.
"..."
"..."
Two girls who looked like college students were holding massive hot dogs in their hands.
They chattered about something, then opened their small mouths wide. Even so, their mouths were smaller than the hot dogs, so they could only bite off the very tip.
"Hahaha!"
They laughed so brightly that their giggles seemed to carry all the way to her car.
Sora unconsciously mimicked them, her mouth twitching.
Just then, one of the girls ran her tongue all the way up the hot dog, licking up a drip of ketchup.
Sora found herself copying the motion.
I wonder if the size is about the same...
While Sora was lost in thought, the girl finished eating the tip of the hot dog.
Inside, it wasn't a sausage, but cheese.
Steaming hot cheese stretched in a long, gooey line from the hot dog to the girl's mouth.
The girl slurped it up with her tongue, pulling the cheese into her mouth and savoring it.
Gulp. Just looking at it made her mouth water; it looked so hot and sticky. If she put it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed, it would slide down her throat in a thick, gooey mass. Would it smell good too?
Would it be savory yet slightly musky, like cheese?
My husband's tasted awful, but Jihan's semen would probably taste...
Sora shook her head violently to banish the wicked thoughts. Yet, her eyes remained glued to the girls eating the hot dogs.
This time, she looked at the other girl, who had been talking the entire time while her friend ate.
The hot dog she held was studded with chunks of potato.
It was a massive, almost grotesque-looking thing.
The girl opened her mouth as wide as possible and swallowed nearly half of it in one go.
The sheer satisfaction of having her mouth completely filled brought a bright, unshakeable smile to her face. Yes, it must be incredibly satisfying.
Not something short and thin, but big, thick... with veins bulging and throbbing... Gulp.
She watched as thick, gooey cheese dripped from the girl's lips as she chewed. Suddenly, a loud honk from behind snapped Sora back to reality, and she quickly stepped on the gas.
I guess I'll have to try seducing my husband again tonight.