The Succubus's Misunderstanding
“You want to do it with other men, too? ‘How many times a day do you masturbate?’” Damn it, this couldn’t possibly be how my first pillow talk goes! I was hoping for something like, “It hurt, but it felt good,” or “I was scared because it was my first time, but I wanted to do it because it’s you, Oppa…” I was weeping tears of blood in my heart, but as Yerim clung to my side, stroking the inside of my thigh, a sweet scent wafted over me. I felt like I’d answer anything she asked.
“When I do it a lot… maybe four times?” Usually, it’s about once a day, but for some reason, I felt the urge to bluff. At my answer, Yerim’s expression brightened. She looked at me with eyes full of expectation. “Really? Then does that mean you can do it with me four times a day from now on?”
Huh? My legs were still trembling even now. My body was drenched in sweat. Sex was a much more physically demanding exercise than I’d thought. I could probably manage one more round, but sex every single day?
“Four times a day… I’m not sure about that, but I can do it twice!”
At that, Yerim pouted, lost in thought. “That’s strange… When I read your memories, you masturbated up to eight times a day…”
No! Sex and masturbation are different! I know that now after doing it today!
Yerim tapped her two index fingers together as if pondering something. Then, she looked at me with a cute expression and dropped a bombshell. “Is it because your preference is for me to sleep with other men, so two times is the limit for regular sex? Aww, I’ll be generous! I’ll go sleep with other men for you! I’m a Succubus who does anything for you, after all! If I go sleep with another man and come back, you’ll be super turned on, right? You’ll probably manage eight times a day easily!”
Are you crazy! I might have watched a ton of NTR manga and adult videos, but I don’t have that kind of taste in real life!!!! Even if I conceded a hundred steps and said I liked doing it, I definitely refuse to be the one on the receiving end!! I desperately tried to make excuses, saying that wasn’t my taste at all.
“Look, Yerim. I prefer pure romance. I don’t know why you’re so mistaken.” Sweat was beading down my back as I made my excuses. But Yerim didn’t buy it easily.
“Liar. You’re just embarrassed to tell me, aren’t you? I know all about your sexual preferences. The target you most frequently fantasized about in the past was… imagination? But what is this? Pictures…?” Yerim scratched her head as if searching through my memories, then spoke as if reading something.
“‘Girl with a boyfriend crying while being ravaged front and back.avi’? Item code [avd-942]? Anyway, you’ve relied on this a lot for the past three years!”
Daaaaamn it! I wanted to kill my past self. I should have at least changed the titles! Who knew that labeling them because it was hard to find videos by code alone would come back to strangle me!
“How about I let you penetrate me like the girl in here? And if you watch that scene dozens of times in your dreams, vividly right before your eyes, I think you’d really love it, Oppa?”
I was going to experience hell while still alive! It would probably be quite arousing to actually see it, but I didn’t want to see it in reality! I desperately searched for an excuse.
“That’s… I only watched it because the video was stimulating! If I were to actually have sex, I prefer pure romance!”
“But all the moving pictures and comics here are like that. Lewd women. Promiscuous and frivolous women. You even kept a separate folder for comics where girls with boyfriends get corrupted! Innocent girls with big breasts and boyfriends getting pierced by tanned blonde thugs and crying. Gangbang. Enema. Anal. Corruption. You’ve watched a lot!”
No!! That was absolutely not it!! I just watched them because that genre is popular and there are many talented artists! Of course, the ratio of pure romance is extremely low, but you don’t need to seek out pure romance while masturbating! Pure romance is for reality, and imagination and desire are for creative works! That’s how it is!
“Aha, so you like pure romance when you actually have sex?” Yerim crossed her arms and retreated into her own thoughts, muttering to herself. “That’s true. Just because I get turned on reading Marcus’s erotic novels doesn’t mean I want to have the kind of intercourse that happens in the books. Hmm. That’s perfectly possible.”
Yerim seemed to be thinking hard, but at that moment, the only thing left in my head was the fact that her breasts popped out nicely when she crossed her arms.
Yerim uncrossed her arms, clung tightly to my side, and smiled brightly. “But Oppa, is it true? Do you really prefer pure romance? You seem like you’re lying. Are you perhaps still lying to me? Want to test it out? I think you’re just too embarrassed to admit it. Should we test it with the guy next door?”
Absolutely not! I scrambled through the contract, looking for a way to stop Yerim from sleeping with another man. This succubus, she’s so delusional! Huh? Wait, who tells you if you break the contract?
“If the clauses here are broken, who determines that the contract has been violated?”
At my words, Yerim clapped her hands and smiled brightly. “This contract turns red and gets hot! That’s right! I’ll just go test it out right now! Clause 1 is that, isn’t it? Providing the sexual pleasure you desire. Even if the situation of being taken by another man is judged as a breach of contract because it’s not the sexual pleasure you want, it’s fine if Kangmin-oppa forgives me during the grace period, right? And I’m really anxious. If your preference is having your girlfriend stolen, and you hide that from me, and then later you say you can’t take it anymore and break the contract with me. And if you hand me over to someone else for your own excitement… I really don’t want the contract to be broken. So I’ll go test it out.”
I don’t even want to test it! I don’t want to! How could I watch Yerim have sex with the guy next door! I prostrated myself and begged.
“Yerim, that’s a total misunderstanding. I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not have an NTR fetish. The videos are just videos! Please, it’s the truth! Believe me! Just imagining you holding hands with another man makes my heart ache!”
Of course, hardcore play is my taste, but… At my words about my heart aching, Yerim blushed slightly and looked at me coyly. “Oppa, is that true? Can I really believe you? You like me enough that just imagining me holding hands with someone else makes your heart ache? You don’t have a ‘getting stolen’ fetish, right?”
Damn it! This is genuinely cute! I’m going to fall for her!
“Of course! I want to have a lovey-dovey, relationship-like sex with you! Of course, there might be some intense play involved!”
Yerim’s face looked conflicted. Of course, since all the videos piled up on my hard drive were of that nature, it was understandable she’d be suspicious! Seeing how she didn’t want to break the contract enough to give her body to another man, it seemed the contract was that important. Yerim continued to ponder.
“It’s not… looking at your tastes, I really thought you’d like it if I became lewd and slutty and got stolen by other men…”
“It’s really not!!!”
“Okay… I’ll believe you if you say so, Oppa. Instead, write one more item in the contract.”
“What? What item?” Already adding special clauses! My back felt cold. I was reminded of my part-time job manager who used to plaster the standard contract with extra items. No cell phones, a clause about deducting 10% of the salary as a reserve fund, no eating the discarded food, and so on!
“It’s nothing much. At least once a day… you have to sleep with me. If you break it, double the next day. I’ll let it slide if you can’t because you’re sick.”
“Hmm, still. There might be unavoidable circumstances. Why don’t we wait and see for about a month? Sex is my first time, too. Since you’re clearly attractive, I’ll do it that much, but the contract is a bit…”
I got burned so badly by adding too many special clauses at my part-time job! Give me a break!
At that, Yerim pouted. “Then at least tell me. That you’ll try your best for once a day.”
Seeing her look as dejected as a child who’d had their candy taken away, fiddling with the blanket, my heart softened.
“…Alright. Yerim, you’re attractive. I’ll try my best for once a day, and more if possible.”
“Really? Heehee. Kangmin-oppa, I love you!” Yerim made a kissing sound with her lips and laughed. Damn it. If only that woman were the real Yerim, it would be great… Is that asking for too much?
“Where do I keep the contract?” As I looked around to store the contract I was holding in my hand, Yerim said, “That’s mine,” and held out her hand.
“Is that so? Then my contract…”
Yerim held the contract, and with her other hand, she pulled up her turtleneck. Her watermelon-sized breasts wobbled and popped out. I was so surprised I stopped talking for a moment, turned my eyes away, then looked back again. Since she said she’d do anything, why would I turn my eyes away! They were breasts that made you feel healthy just by looking at them. Hmm. I really think I could manage once a day. But then, Yerim brought her hand between her breasts and drew a line with her finger. The skin of her breasts opened, revealing a beating heart. Thump, thump. The blood vessels were visible. My jaw dropped at the shocking sight.
“Contracts with demons are kept in the heart.”
Then she brought her contract to her heart. As if the heart were eating the paper, it crumpled and was slowly sucked inside. I was mesmerized by the grotesque sight, and Yerim grinned. It was a truly demonic smile.
“Come here.”
Huh, why is there another contract in her hand? Is that my contract? Uh, uh? Yerim reached out and touched my chest. And… my skin, muscles, and bones opened. My god, what is this!!
“Contracts are usually one copy for each person. You know that, right?”
Aaaah, my god, she really is a demon! It was at this moment I realized she was a demon to the bone. I didn’t know it well when she first appeared as Yerim, or when she made my manhood bigger, but I knew it clearly from this sight. After she stitched up my chest, Yerim innocently giggled.
“Oppa, then now. Shall we do it one more time? This time, the missionary position you like? Or doggy style? Or…”
Hmm, she really does do anything! I hugged Yerim and rolled onto the bed. I should try it slowly in the missionary position this time! And… I also wanted to try using my member, which was almost reaching my navel now! As I tried to push my body into Yerim’s wet, soaked interior, Yerim, who was hugging my shoulders, suddenly said something strange.
“But Oppa…”