The Succubus in My Living Room
“Yerim... are you home...?”
The entrance to hell... a crater formed in Turkmenistan where the methane gas underground burns, creating a hellish spectacle. It’s quite impressive, but the transportation to get there is absolutely brutal... I spent a long time staring at useless Namuwiki trivia before finally snapping out of it. This has nothing to do with anything! Damn it!
Next, I looked up information on succubi, but it was a total dead end. ‘Succubi in fiction,’ ‘Characters with this nickname.’ Just looking at the entries made my head spin. Then, one entry caught my eye:
"In the end, even demons are creations of God. The existence of demons is the will of God. He wishes for us not to lose ourselves even in the face of temptation."
Tch. What a load of crap. If God exists, I’d like to see His face. My father ran off after having an affair, and my mother is busy working hard at a restaurant, dragging her sickly body along. Even then, she told me that studying was the best way to show filial piety, and she sent me to Seoul with the little bit of money she’d scraped together. It’s vacation now, so I’m not as busy, but there’s no time to rest. I have to save up money now so I can study during the semester and maybe land a scholarship!
But my heart was entirely focused on Yerim, who was back at home. She said she went to the Demon Realm—what if she doesn’t come back? More importantly, is it really okay to lose my virginity this easily? And... when I go home, can I have sex with Yerim again? Thinking about Yerim kissing me between my legs made the thing in my pants go stiff again.
“Whoa, wait! Shit, it’s too obvious!”
Whatever magic Yerim worked, my member, which had grown to the size of a baby’s forearm, was still going strong. It was poking up through the middle of my loose gray sweatpants like a 24-person tent. Until the East Sea’s waters run dry and Mt. Baekdu is worn away—
“Hey! I told you to bring me an ashtray!”
A regular customer with a cast on his foot shouted at me. He was one of those guys who produced ashtray-cactus-women—the type who played Sudden Attack in the corner every single day. I grabbed an ashtray, hunched over awkwardly, and went to replace his paper cup. Even though the attitude here is “to hell with the PC bang’s no-smoking policy,” I couldn’t just hand him an ashtray out in the open.
“Phew, almost got caught.”
Luckily, she seemed busy camping the A-long sniper lane. She didn’t even glance this way. I quickly shoved the paper cup into the blue trash can and returned to the counter. My member was still stiff. It was an obscene size; if I showed this to a customer, I might get arrested for sexual harassment. Even if I stuffed a Big Fam sausage in my pocket, it wouldn’t be this big. I did squats, trying to keep my thoughts about Yerim as far away as possible. Five more hours until I can go home...
“Yeah, boss. Other than the 5,000 won missing from the register earlier, there’s no problem.”
“No~ why is she such a blockhead? The money never matches up even once! Jeez. I can’t even dock it from her pay.”
Thanks to Youngsun-noona, the place is crawling with customers. The local gym owner, her guy friends, friends from the jiu-jitsu gym, and the local merchants’ association... If she ever complained, “The boss says he’s going to dock my pay because the money keeps coming up short,” there would be tons of people lining up to say, “Come work with us instead.” More than that, I might get jumped while walking home at night. *“Hey, who do you think you are, picking on our Youngsun?”* That’s a scenario I’d like to avoid as a PC bang manager. Besides, seeing the way the boss clings to Youngsun-noona during company dinners, docking her pay seems like a distant prospect.
“Hey, come to think of it, why does Youngsun always skip the company dinners?”
Probably because she’s pissed off by a fat, tattooed pig like you hitting on her constantly. Youngsun-noona agreed to work a few months as a substitute for someone she knew, and the boss’s attitude, which used to be indifferent toward men, did a complete 180. Even I’m dumbfounded watching it, so imagine how Youngsun-noona must feel~ Anyway, do what you want~ Boss.
I said goodbye and left the shop. The night shift worker gave a polite nod. My heart felt heavy as I rode my bike. After working my ass off like this, I only get 64,000 won a day... What an unreasonable world.
Just then, a savory smell wafted by. It was the neighborhood’s old-fashioned fried chicken. Judging by Yerim’s stories, the standard of living in the Demon Realm didn’t seem very good. It was a world where they barely even used candles. So, wouldn’t fried chicken be a high-end delicacy? I walked into the shop as if possessed and ordered chicken and dakgangjeong. Ahem, ahem. I’m just doing this because I want to take good care of her, even if she is a succubus. I also want to impress her...
My footsteps felt light as I headed home with the bag in my front basket. Is she home? *Beep. Beep.* I opened the door lock and stepped inside, but the house was pitch black. Huh? Is she not here? Where did she go?
I placed the chicken next to the sink and scanned the dark house. Clothes scattered everywhere. Nothing had changed since I left... In the corner, Yerim was huddled up, clutching her knees and sobbing.
“Oh my god! You scared me! Yerim! Why are you sitting in the dark without the lights on!”
Then, Yerim spoke up, stuttering.
“Oppa, what do I do? The gate won’t open. I can’t go back to the Demon Realm. What do I do...”
Yerim, covered in tears, looked so heartbreakingly miserable, and her smeared mascara and lipstick left a stamp on my chest. I hurriedly pulled out some tissues to wipe her face and asked what happened.
“The portal to the Human Realm has been closed for a very, very long time in our Demon Realm, and to open it once requires a truly, truly, truly—massive amount of mana. Maintaining it is impossible even for Hell, which is on a higher level than us. But my sister told me that if a crack in the dimension to the Human Realm opened, I should jump through it no matter what. So I just vaguely thought, ‘If I go to the Human Realm, a portal back will probably appear’...”
Tears fell from Yerim’s eyes like a faucet. “But there’s no portal. I’ve never heard that I couldn’t go back. What do I do? My sister must be so worried about me. Waaaaah!”
I remembered what I’d heard in our earlier conversation. I’d heard that she learned Korean by spending mana. Wouldn’t it be fine if she paid mana to open the gate? But Yerim shook her head.
“It won’t work... Just connecting to the Akashic Record, where you can buy magical knowledge, costs mana. If I tried to connect with what we did earlier with Oppa, it would cut off as soon as it connected. Besides, opening a portal would require an absurd amount of mana. What do I do? What do I do... I used up all the mana I’d saved my whole life on the language acquisition and the incarnation process.”
Yerim clung to me and cried pitifully. She was a stranger abandoned in a foreign land, thousands of miles away, without any family. Reality is very different from isekai fantasy stories. How should I comfort Yerim?
“Um... Yerim... do you want to have sex first?”
Yerim stopped crying abruptly. Is that a yes or a no? According to research, most men feel better when their girlfriend lets them touch her breasts when they’re angry, but what is Yerim thinking? Is she going to scold me, asking if all I think about is sex?
“It’s nice, but... first... I’m hungry. Even if I’m a succubus, I can’t live on just vital energy alone...”
Thank goodness, that’s a positive! Yerim’s eyes darted toward the chicken I’d bought. She must have been bothered by the delicious smell wafting out. I unfolded the table and put the chicken on it. At first, she hesitated, but then her eyes widened in surprise as she alternated between eating the sauce and the fried chicken.
“Oh my god. This is so delicious! We only get to eat things like this on festival days!”
Yerim, who had been eating for a while, realized she was the only one eating and blushed. “Oppa, you should have some too.”
“No, it’s just cute watching you eat so well.”
I ate the chicken while talking, too. The food disappeared in an instant. Once she’d filled her stomach, Yerim glanced at my crotch.
“Oppa, then shall we do it right away?”
“Wait a second! Let’s wash up first!”
Ah, right. That’s true. Yerim thought to herself. I almost forgot because I was so happy that Oppa wanted to have sex. Even in the Demon Realm, I always brush my teeth before taking a customer.
Yerim entered the bathroom and her eyes widened. “What is all this? The bathtub, the lights. Oh my god! Look at how soft the towel is! Oppa, are you some kind of lord?”
“I told you, I’m not. Everyone lives like this these days. Just wash your face and take a shower first.”
While Yerim was washing, she kept gasping in awe. “Oh my god, this faucet thing, it has warm water! Wow!”
Meanwhile, I put out a change of clothes in front of the door and tidied up the room. Yerim’s jeans in the corner of the room, and the bra lying carelessly on the floor... *‘Oh my god, what on earth is her chest size? It’s so big that almost both of my fists could fit in there?’* The bra size I’d sneakily checked was an H-cup. Was Striver Shineberry a 65H-cup? As I lifted it slightly to tidy up, a lovely scent wafted over. It was the same scent as Yerim, who had been at my part-time job. For a moment, I felt dizzy.
I composed myself and finished tidying up, and Yerim came out after finishing her bath.
“Oppa... it’s your turn now. Please use it.”
Yerim came out drying her hair with a towel. Her thick hair. And her translucent skin. However, her outfit was a bit of a shame. With the shorts and t-shirt I was wearing, Yerim’s figure was only visible from the chest up. Still, it was so prominent even over my baggy t-shirt. Moreover, with the mascara, makeup, and lipstick washed off, she looked much more innocent. So this is what they mean on Instagram by “whose boyfriend’s perspective”! My heart fluttered like crazy.
“Oh, Oppa. Don’t wash your penis before you come out. I’ll clean it all up with my mouth.”
DAMN IT!!!!! I really wish she wouldn’t say things like a nymphomaniac! I shed tears of blood as I grabbed my clothes and entered the bathroom.