A Prayer Not to Be Abandoned
The whispering, slowly pulling away from me, left behind an allure that dragged at a man's most primal instincts.
She lifted her face from mine and tilted her chin down just slightly, then smiled up at me — a provoking, seductive curve of the lips that never opened, and yet I could hear her words ringing vividly inside my skull as if she'd spoken them aloud.
Covet what's yours.
Touch me more.
The eyes of the demon wearing Silbi's face were deepening into something darker still, an abyss swallowing its own light, and I felt myself being pulled toward them — and at that moment, the switch on a desire I could no longer contain flipped on.
Tap.
"Hah—!"
The moment my hands clamped hard around her chest, the demon threw her head back with a lewd cry she couldn't suppress, and I began kneading Silbi's breasts without restraint — the same breasts I had been handling so cautiously only moments ago.
My hands sought nothing but my own pleasure now, rough and greedy, and yet the demon trembled all over as if the roughness pleased her even more.
"Haaah…"
A trembling breath spilled out low between us — mine, the demon's, or both, I couldn't tell — but either way, we were both shaking with arousal.
My hand, dredging up memories of everything I'd ever watched in those videos, slid down toward the space between her legs. I hiked up the hem of her dress, dragged her underwear down, and pushed my fingers inside — and the smooth, silky texture of her panties met my fingertips. The hand that reached the soft mound of her sex came away soaked, sticky fluid clinging to them, and when I registered that her panties were drenched — flooded, overflowing with arousal — the excitement coursing through me climbed even higher.
"Haaah…"
The demon couldn't bear even the mere touch of my hand; her grip clamped down on my forearm and her whole body shuddered.
And in that exact instant, something black — mist, or shadow — blossomed up from her body all at once and wrapped around her. A flicker like the static between blinks of an eye, and Silbi's form shifted into Jia's, then flickered back into Silbi's again.
"This is bad… I had no idea a human body — a woman's body — could be this weak to pleasure. Just from you touching me… even my sense of existence is coming apart. That's… dangerous."
The demon murmured it wearily, her face resting against my shoulder. Startled as I was by the sudden change, I was too far gone in desire to care much, and I dragged the bothersome panties down off her hips. The slick arousal hidden within drew out in a spiderweb of strands between her sex and the fabric as her most hidden place was revealed.
Heat climbed up along my fingers, and when I beheld, for the first time in real life, a woman's mound with not a single hair where hair ought to be, a flicker of bewilderment crossed my mind.
"I waxed, Dohyun oppa. Idols pay attention to even the tiniest details like this, you know? You never know when you might be seen by a man. Hehe…"
The demon taunted in Silbi's voice.
Gulp…
I swallowed hard, staring down at a pussy I was seeing for the first time, her dirty talk setting my nerves on fire.
"Want a closer look, oppa? A girl idol's pussy… this place — not once, not ever, has it let a man in…"
The demon eased her lower belly forward and used her fingers to spread the two soft hills apart, baring the pink flesh hidden within. And the exposed hole, still dripping arousal down onto her fallen panties, pulsed — opening and closing, opening and closing, as if straining to fulfill its purpose.
As if begging to have something put inside it…
"The pussy of an idol who was dancing and singing on stage just minutes ago… the fans who watched me — the men among them — would have wanted to see this sight so badly it drove them insane. The pussy of Silbi, the girl idol they worshipped…"
I couldn't tell whether Silbi's lewd words sprang from some hidden nature beneath the pure image she showed on TV, or whether it was the will of the demon wearing that mask, speaking through her.
Sliide…
I was entranced, examining Silbi's pussy and the hymen hidden within it, when I felt a soft yet brazen hand stroking my cock.
"Nngh…!"
This time the moan burst out of me. At some point the demon's hand had slipped down, unfastened my pants, and drawn my erection out of my underwear. I was leaking precum from the tip with excitement, and the demon wiped it away with the back of her hand — then brought it up to her nose.
"Sniff… hmph—!"
Her expression turned strange as she breathed in the scent of my precum; then, eyes widening, she hastily inhaled it deep, again and again. And as if she'd swallowed a drug, a hazy look slowly melted across the demon's eyes.
"Nn… ahh…"
Her shoulders sagged and she swayed like she was about to collapse; startled, I reached out to catch her.
Tap.
But before I could, something black and thick — a tentacle — erupted from her body and coiled around my waist to support her own weight. The tentacle was slick and cold to the touch, thick, viscous black liquid oozing down it like dripping paint. I jerked back in alarm, but then the demon came to her senses and looked up at me with a bleary, drunken grin, and my whole body went rigid.
"That smell… I want to keep breathing it. This thick scent… your scent… your origin… this is precum, isn't it? The fluid a man's body makes before he plants his seed… proof that you're aroused by me. It makes me so happy… I know that pregnancy is possible from this fluid alone… doesn't that make it something incredibly precious?"
So unlike the gentle, composed figure from moments ago — this raw, instinct-stripped version of her looked like the demon's true nature, the one she had buried so deep inside.
"Let's… have a baby, you and I?"
"…What?"
Her beaming, utterly casual words snapped my mind wide awake. She was staring right at me, her face so aroused the heat of it was plain to see.
"Let's fill this world with our children. Don't worry — as long as you're with me, you won't age. You'll never sicken, never hurt. You can live forever. Let's fill this Earth, across all those endless years, with our children. Let's build a new era out of our descendants…!"
As if picturing that future, the demon gazed into empty air and smiled a blissful smile. The moment I realized some switch inside her had been flipped since she'd breathed in my precum, the hazy fog clouding my brain scattered all at once — and in its place, I remembered, all over again, what the being before me with its infinite tenderness truly was.
That she was a demon.
"Don't worry."
Still wearing that drunken, hazy expression, the demon cupped my cheeks in both hands.
"Pleasure is essential for the act of breeding, isn't it? I'll give you the greatest pleasure there is. The kind that makes your brain melt… the kind that makes you ache for me every single day until you come looking. You'll never tire of it. Every day I'll offer you my body in a different woman's form, a different personality. All you have to do is lose yourself in pleasure using my body and pour your seed into me. You don't have to think about anything. You don't owe a single thing, a single shred of responsibility — use my body purely for your own pleasure."
This is… wrong.
By the time that thought formed, it was already too late.
Slick, slick…
The demon's hand was stroking my cock faster and faster. I tried to pull away, but the black tentacle around my waist hauled me back against her, and I couldn't.
"Nnh… hah, hah…!"
Even with my reason screaming no, it was impossible to think straight under the soft, yearning touch of a woman's hand wrapped around me.
"Ahh… good, good, good, good… it's so good…!! That expression — that look of you melting into pleasure because of me — I'll treasure it in my memory forever! Keep going, more, more… you're adorable!… So adorable I'm going out of my mind!!"
The demon drank in the sight of my face trembling with pleasure, her own excitement cresting higher and higher. Her voice climbed, pitch by pitch, until it burned.
"How's my body?"
Her hand sped up further still, both of us hurtling toward the edge.
"Tell me."
My eyes fell on the two rounded breasts I'd bared moments ago, and the woman's sex still dripping arousal without pause.
"Is my body sexy? In heat, and ready for you? Do you like this woman's body? Shall I do it in another woman's body instead? Just say the word. Any woman's body, any personality, I'll lay it at your feet. Whatever you desire, I'll do it. Just please… keep looking at me like that — keep that happy face, the one you're wearing right now because of me."
The demon's endless craving, her voice of temptation aimed at me, kept accelerating.
I'm going to come.
I want to come.
But…
The last shred of reason I had left spoke up. If I climaxed like this and fell into the demon's sway, I knew with certainty that from then on I would surrender utterly, one-sidedly, to the pleasure she gave me. The demon would no doubt love me, cherish me, hold me close even then — but within that embrace, I as an active, willing being would cease to exist. I would do nothing but writhe in the demon's lap, gasping, radiating nothing but pleasure — a living, breathing flesh doll.
And a part of me thought, with startling force, that wouldn't be so bad — for one instant I nearly surrendered to the temptation — but by some miracle, reason crushed instinct down.
"St… stop…"
A low voice, barely wrested free of the seduction, scraped its way out of my mouth.
"…Ah."
The demon looked at me — half-conscious, forcing the words out — and the beaming smile drained from her face in an instant, her features locking solid. Only then did she remember what her actions had been doing to me, and her face slowly began to crumple.
"I… ah… s-sorry… got excited? I got too excited, ahh… I was excited, wasn't I, ah… right, excited… I was excited… so that's why I was… hurting you…? I almost broke you…? No… that's not, that's not it, it wasn't. What I wanted… that expression, th-that's, not, it…"
For the first time, the demon's face — until now brimming over with nothing but smiles and ease — surfaced emotions that were negative, and richly varied.
Despair.
Fear.
Remorse.
Guilt.
The demon groped at her own face with both hands. Fresh black smoke rose up and engulfed her body, her form blurring like a corrupted signal. The pressure of the tentacle around my waist went slack, and as I regained my freedom, the demon sank to her knees before me, clutching her own legs, begging.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! Don't hate me… don't throw me away…!! I don't want to be abandoned by you! I don't want my existence denied by you!!"
The demon's form — her very existence — grew fainter and fainter as she clung to me.
Watching a demon dangerous enough to have wiped out humanity once groveling before me, desperate only that I not cast her aside, a dozen thoughts raced through my head. And at the same time, shaken by a reaction I'd never imagined possible, I was scrambling to make sense of it all when I felt movement outside the front door — and had to snap my attention elsewhere.
Beep!
Immediately after came the sound of someone punching in the door lock's passcode — and I turned deathly pale, staring at the demon who still wore the shape of the idol, Silbi.