The Succubus and the Shift
"Come on, Yerim! Try to be a little shy when we're doing this!"
My head felt like it was boiling in lava. I’d been extremely aroused ever since she said she’d try to endure the pain to keep her tight passage, but now she was begging me to torment her even more. This time, I deliberately didn't go all the way in. I slid only about halfway, pulling it out and pushing it back in, playing around with the entrance.
"Ah, ahhh... Oppa. I'm dying."
Yerim’s hands gripped me tight, pulling me in closer. She was tugging at me, demanding I bury myself deeper inside her.
"Does it feel good? Yerim, you're leaking like a faucet because I'm filling you up with something this thick."
She was so turned on that the area below my testicles was soaked in her slick. I relished the feeling of her slippery inner walls, thrusting deep and grinding my hips from side to side.
"Haaah! Oppa, Oppa, Oppa...! It hurts... but it feels so, so good... Please, do it harder, do it harder!"
She looked up at me with her mascara smeared, her red lips parting to let out a voice that was both sorrowful and sweet.
"Did your ex-boyfriends not do this often? You're acting like this is amazing when it's barely anything."
The stories about Yerim’s promiscuity that Charles had told me earlier wouldn't leave my head. Trying to erase the thoughts, I gritted my teeth, driving myself in to the hilt, pulling back to the glans, and thrusting again. As I moved my hips like a violent two-stroke piston, Yerim’s black pupils turned hazy, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Ah, Oppa, Oppa, I'm coming! Ah, ahhhhh!"
It had only been about a minute since we started, but Yerim had already rolled her eyes back and crossed the threshold of a light climax. Her hips trembled as she cried out.
"Oppa, Oppa. More. Please, do it more!"
If this were the real Yerim, she would have asked me to stop for a moment. No matter how much experience a girl has, would she really ask for more sex right after finishing? Suddenly, my head felt cold. This wasn't Yerim; it was just a succubus wearing her skin.
When I stopped moving, Charles looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Charles, you need to learn some restraint. If you act too lewd, I won't be able to stay hard."
That was a lie, considering I was still rock hard. But I called her Charles as a form of light protest. *You aren't Yerim, but could you at least try to pretend?*
At that, Charles reached out and cupped my cheeks. She kissed me softly.
"Oppa, you don't know women at all, so why do you have such fantasies?"
Then, she began to move her hips little by little on her own. It felt like my cock was being squeezed and pressured from all sides, as if by a hand. "Yerim is... a total pervert who isn't satisfied with just one climax... Oppa. Please, thrust into me more. It hurts, but it feels incredibly good..."
Damn it! So that's how she’s going to play it! I drove my hips deep and rotated them like a millstone, creating a lewd, squelching sound that echoed through the room. But Yerim didn't show a hint of shame; she only let out louder cries of pleasure, as if she were dying of happiness. When she first said it hurt, I was incredibly turned on, but after she finished that first time, she didn't even mention the pain anymore.
"Oppa, harder! More, more!"
Yerim closed her eyes and moaned. It was lewd, but somehow... my passion just completely died down. I kept moving my hips, but all I could think about was finishing quickly and getting this over with. It wasn't that I didn't like it. It definitely felt good, but couldn't we have a more intimate, romantic atmosphere? I felt like a biological dildo. If we were going to be living together, I’d have to put a 'proper acting' clause in our contract... I thought, and picked up the pace.
"Ugh..."
A moan escaped my lips. The pleasure, right before the finish, traveled from my spine to my brain. It felt like electricity was surging through my waist, making my hair stand on end. Realizing I was about to cum, Yerim grabbed my waist tightly and pressed her lower abdomen against me.
"Oppa, inside, cum inside me!"
Gush, gush.
My semen poured out through my urethra. I could feel the liquid adding to the already soaked interior of Yerim’s vagina.
"Hoo... hoo..."
My legs were cramping. Maybe it was because I was using muscles I wasn't used to? I pulled out and lay down on the bed, my body trembling and drenched in sweat. Ah, right. They said a gentlemanly man should wipe his partner off with a tissue and tell her it was good. I got up, grabbed a few tissues from the desk, and approached Yerim.
"Yerim, are you okay?"
Yerim was covering her eyes as if she were exhausted, but her tongue was darting out to lick her upper lip, as if she’d just eaten something delicious. *Can't you act a little better?* It was such a turn-off! I felt like I’d been scammed. I just wiped her off.
"Use this to clean up."
Yerim slapped my hand away coldly. Then, she brought her own fingers to her crotch and pressed down. She even slid her fingers inside slightly and stroked up and down, as if she wanted to keep enjoying the afterglow. At this point, she could probably do a handstand. Damn it. Wasn't there a list of things to do so a man doesn't feel hurt after sex? If there were, I’d show it to this succubus... As I was thinking that, my phone suddenly rang.
"[Incoming Call...]"
Wait, what time is it? I checked the clock and was horrified. It was already 3:15? I had planned to jerk off once before heading to work, but because of Charles, who had appeared out of nowhere, I’d been rolling around for an hour and fifteen minutes. Afraid to answer, I hit the reject button and immediately sent a text.
The '1' disappeared, and a furious reply came back.
Ah, I'm truly screwed. This woman hates tardiness more than anything. Why did I have to be the one taking over her shift today? I scrambled to put on my t-shirt. I felt gross from the sweat, but there was no time for a shower.
"I'm fucked! Hey, Charles. I'm going to work! What are you going to do?"
Charles waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, I’m going to head back to the Demon Realm for a bit. I need to tell my sister that I’ve made a contract with a human. I’ll pack some things, too. I’ll be back tonight, so wait for me!"
Yerim looked at my crotch and smiled deviously. *Couldn't you at least pretend to be innocent?* If she did, I’d be much more turned on. But wait, what? The contract said she’d gain the right to stay in the human world. Did that mean my house? But I was too busy being late for my part-time job to argue about that. Damn it, the manager is going to kill me!
"I'll talk to you after I get back from work!"
I waved and ran out of the house. I was curious about how one goes to the Demon Realm, but I’d be able to see her occasionally anyway. And if we lived together... well... that’s not bad, right? But in a studio apartment, with the bed, the blankets... what about food? Do they even eat? Do they just live off essence? I pedaled my bike like a madman toward the PC bang, my head filled with thoughts of Charles. I was driving so erratically I nearly knocked over a pot-bellied office worker at a crosswalk. I heard the man’s curses, but that was still less scary than Young-sun.
I didn't take the elevator, running up the four flights of stairs, and at the entrance, a woman with an annoyed expression glared at me.
"I told you not to be late."
A tomboyish beauty with a short, bleached-blonde haircut. An Adidas tracksuit. A large Boston bag slung over her shoulder. It was a fashion style that reminded me of a neighborhood thug in Russia. The problem was that I was the target of this thug’s bullying.
"I'm sorry, Noona."
I bowed my head. She threw a light hook at my bicep. There was a loud *thwack*, and I grabbed my arm, groaning in pain.
"Don't be such a baby."
A baby? She’d added hip rotation to that step! Is it okay for a former national tournament winner to use violence like this? As I protested, she frowned and flicked my forehead. It sounded like a walnut cracking. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"I have to go to the gym, but you're late. I was going to think well of you because you seemed diligent, but why do you always have to disappoint me like this?"
No, I’m sorry, but you didn't have to beat me up like that! As I hunched over, writhing in pain, she tapped my head.
"What is this bird's nest on your head, huh? Is this part-time job a joke to you?"
Young-sun grabbed my ear and pulled. *Ow, ow, ow!* My hair was a mess from rolling around on the bed with Yerim. As I screamed in pain, some middle school kids nearby giggled. Embarrassed, I held my stinging ear with tears in my eyes. Young-sun sighed deeply and pulled something out of her bag.
"Hey, take this, wash your hair, and get to work. Wash it and bring it back when you're done. I'm leaving. I already balanced the cash, so check it one more time. If it doesn't match, call me."
A thick towel was shoved into my hand. She threw it at me and strode out of the store. Her personality was a bit twisted, but maybe she was kind at heart? Her habit of beating people up when she was annoyed was bad, the way she sometimes worked in just a sports bra and made it impossible to know where to look was bad, and her drinking habits were bad, but still, she was kind... No, wait, was she actually a bad person?
"Damn it... it's five thousand won short..."
She was definitely a bad person. My personal theory was that she was skimming off the top. Unless someone was a complete idiot, how could the cash balance be wrong every single time? Was she short on money? I had these random thoughts while scrubbing the keyboard at a seat where a customer had just left.
'But how exactly do you go to the Demon Realm?'
Just in case, I opened Namuwiki and searched for the Demon Realm entry. One heading caught my eye.
Hmm. That was an interesting title.