Kang Cheonhu's Scheme ⑨: S-Rank Hero Big Sis and Childhood Friend Stolen Away - 25 -
Song Jia-e, locked in the throes of marital bliss with her husband, suddenly lunged for his throat and began to overpower him.
"Gasp?!"
Song Jia-e shot upright in an instant, slamming her husband down with raw physical strength and straddling his body. Then, right before his eyes, her form twisted into something grotesque. Her skin shifted to a vivid purple across her entire body, wings burst from her back, and a tail sprouted from her rear. The true visage of Song Jia-e as a succubus kaijin had emerged.
"D-Darling?!"
Her husband recoiled in horror at the sight of Song Jia-e mutating into a monster—inhumanly beautiful and seductive beyond reason.
"Shh. Quiet down. Before I snap your neck!"
"Guhk!"
As her husband gaped in shock, on the verge of screaming at the sight of her transforming into a kaijin, Song Jia-e clamped her hand over his throat. Her immense strength completely subdued him. He could barely breathe, let alone thrash or cry out.
"Hehehe. Just a little more pressure, and I could crush your windpipe like that."
"Kghk!"
Song Jia-e could have broken his neck with the slightest extra effort. She toyed with his throat, a lewd smile curling her lips, utterly intoxicated by the power her kaijin transformation had granted her. Her husband writhed in agony from the choking pain, gasping futilely for air.
"But killing you like that would just be a hassle later. So make this fun for me—entertain me a bit before you go."
"Ugh! Kghk! D-Darling! Kghk! Wh-What the hell is—?!"
Even as his airway constricted in torment, her husband forced out words, desperate to question the monstrous change in Song Jia-e.
"Hm? Curious about this look? Fine, I'll tell you. I've been remade into a succubus kaijin."
"K-Kaijin! Ghk!"
Song Jia-e giggled as she began to explain. Her husband's face twisted in even greater shock upon hearing that his wife had been turned into a kaijin—a pitiful, hunted abomination fused with a monster. He knew all too well how dangerous and wretched such beings were.
"Wh-Who! Kghk! Did this to you?!"
"Hehe. Mad at whoever turned me into this?"
Her husband seethed with rage toward the one who had twisted his beloved wife into this pathetic form. But Song Jia-e only mocked his fury in return.
"Doesn't matter if you know. You couldn't avenge yourself anyway—not with that pathetic power of yours. It was Kang Cheonhu, of course. My body and soul both belong to him now. He remade me into this magnificent kaijin body."
"K-Kang Cheonhu?! That bastard!"
"You idiot! Don't you dare say Master Cheonhu's name so casually!"
"Kghk!"
Her husband had noticed Kang Cheonhu lurking around Song Jia-e from time to time, even sensed the suspicious vibes. But he'd never imagined she was already cheating with him. Song Jia-e tightened her grip, silencing his outburst completely.
"How dare a nobody like you get angry on my behalf? Everything I am belongs to Master Cheonhu. I'm his sex slave. You're just in the way now. Time to get rid of you."
Straddling her fallen husband, Song Jia-e expertly positioned herself in cowgirl and impaled her pussy on his cock.
Squish—!
"Gaaahk!"
Even in this dire situation, the thick pheromones wafting from her body had his dick rock-hard and throbbing uncontrollably. Her kaijin pussy clamped down even tighter now, squeezing with a painful crunch that drew a groan of agony from him. The torment from his most sensitive spot shattered his focus.
"Hehehe. Come on, cum for me. Squeeze out that watery load from your worthless little dick."
Squelch—squelch—squelch!
"Haaah!"
Riding him hard, Song Jia-e shook her hips, grinding against his cock. The relentless squeezing overwhelmed him; he bucked and gasped, losing his mind.
"Hngh!"
Spurt—spurt—!
Unable to withstand the intense pleasure, her husband came almost immediately—his second orgasm already. With it, another surge of his vital essence was sucked into Song Jia-e's body.
"Hehe. Cumming already again? What a premature little bitch. Hurry up and blow another load!"
"Haaahk!"
Mocking him as a quick-shot, she resumed her hip thrusts, her pussy vise-gripping his oversensitive cock post-climax. He wailed in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Her scent, her juices—all laced with hormones that drove men wild, forcing his erection to rage on.
Her pussy drooled nectar that soaked into his dick, compelling it to stay hard like he'd popped a Viagra.
"Aaaahk!"
Even after two loads, the forced erection was torture, but he couldn't escape the brutal pleasure and pain of her succubus pussy.
Spurt—spurt—!
"Ughhh... haaahk..."
He came inside her again. As his essence drained away, his resistance visibly crumbled. Strength fled his limbs; he could barely move. Only the cock buried in her pussy pulsed with unnatural vigor.
"N-No... ughhh..."
Instinct screamed that he was in mortal danger, but drained as he was, he couldn't fight back. Song Jia-e kept devouring his essence from atop him.
"Hehehe. Almost done now."
She sensed his vital energy nearing depletion. One or two more orgasms, and she'd suck him dry completely.
Spurt—spurt—!
"N-Nooo!"
He knew instinctively that each climax fed her succubus hunger, but her enchanting pussy offered no escape. He kept pumping load after load into her.
...
"Hoo. All done."
A short while later, Song Jia-e rose from the marital bed. Her husband, drained through countless orgasms, lay utterly still. He'd died of exhaustion, every drop of essence stolen.
Swipe—
"Dying from too much sex? Well, for you, that's a happy ending, right?"
Giggling, Song Jia-e headed to the shower. She rinsed away the cum still in her pussy, letting it all swirl down the drain. As a succubus, she could reject any seed she didn't want—none reached her womb. Her husband's final load vanished like trash.
"Such weak essence, yet he kept spurting away pointlessly. I'm still starving..."
Feasting on male essence satisfied her succubus cravings, but her husband's meager supply left her wanting, an gnawing emptiness lingering.
"Hehehe. Oh right, there's more left, isn't there?"
Her eyes sparkled with wicked inspiration. Licking her lips, she threw open the door and strode out—toward her sons' room.
"I heard you two jerking off, yelling 'Mommy! Mommy!' You cute little things. Daddy couldn't satisfy me, so tonight, you'll have to make up for it."
Her kaijin senses had sharpened; the noises from her sons' room carried like apartment floor vibrations. Human morals meant nothing to her anymore.
The next day, entertainment news buzzed with the sudden death notice of Song Jia-e's husband. Her two sons, pale and utterly spent, clung to their mother's side—a heartbreaking sight for viewers.