For a Succubus, Sex is a Meal
For a succubus, sex is a meal. It had been a while since my last one, but maybe because I'd become a woman, the portion felt smaller—I couldn't finish the full serving and turned my head away from the tail holding the spoon.
I could eat more if I pushed myself, but I didn't like that bloated feeling. Back in the army, I could down two ramyeon packs plus frozen food and still maintain my weight across three meals a day. After discharge, even one ramyeon filled me up, so I'd watched my diet and exercised to keep from gaining. Now as a woman, with a lower basal metabolic rate and less activity than before, it was only natural I'd eat less.
I hadn't suggested going for a walk yet, but today wasn't the day anyway. The last two days had been too grueling. For now, I just wanted to rest.
"Unnie, does that fill you up?"
"Yeah. I just need to digest and lie down a bit. My back kinda hurts."
The tail respected my wishes and set the spoon down. Hanbyeol shot Laila a sharp glare, and Laila put on an aggrieved expression.
"No, the mage told me to do it!"
"Who said otherwise? Doesn't change that you're the reason Unnie's hurting."
"That's true, but... No, it's my fault. I was wrong. Laila's a good succubus. I won't talk back. Don't hit me."
Hanbyeol just gave her a look, and Laila shoved her chair back, prostrating herself on the floor. Had Hanbyeol roughed her up while I was out cold? I watched them in mild bewilderment before cautiously speaking to Hanbyeol.
"Hanbyeol, it's just muscle soreness... It'll go away with rest. Don't worry."
"Unnie, being too nice is a problem too. Some bitches only straighten up after a good smack."
"I'm not being nice—I just don't want you two fighting. If she'd listen after a beating, she'd listen to words too. Anyway, I asked her to do it, so don't be too hard on her."
"What about calling you 'Master'?"
"Oh, that..."
I glanced at Laila. She peeked up at me with pitiful eyes, and my resolve softened. If I told the truth—that Laila had insisted on calling me 'Master'—Hanbyeol would probably whack her with her staff. But defending her again might make Laila too bold in front of Hanbyeol. Still, Hanbyeol trusted me, so maybe tarnishing my image a little would boost Laila's favor with her. And if I phrased it right, Hanbyeol might not think I was weird.
Steeling myself, I slowly opened my mouth.
"Hanbyeol. What happened was..."
"If you say it was SM play, I'll collar you and make you crawl around the house."
"Truth is, Laila said she wouldn't let me go unless she called me 'Master' in bed."
I gave up excuses and sold Laila out. Ignoring her betrayed stare, I turned away. No way was I crawling like a dog at home.
"Eek, spare me..."
"Who's hitting you? But if you went that far and Unnie still flinches around guys later... You know what? Make yesterday vanish from her memory."
"Y-yes!"
Hanbyeol crouched in front of the bowing Laila and whispered menacingly. To a succubus, that probably sounded like "melt her brain with pleasure." Laila kept bowing frantically as I eyed Hanbyeol uneasily. For her sake, I shouldn't show my face in public. Maybe get an eyepatch or something. Honestly, I had no confidence I'd walk normally if dragged out now. Just recalling the conference room stares from yesterday made my lower belly tingle.
I had no desire to chase that unpleasant pleasure, so I shoved the thought away and changed the subject.
"Hanbyeol. We can use this house now, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I should explain. Two bedrooms, right? Laila can have the living room bed. You and I share one, and Iris-unnie gets the other."
I'd figured we'd split with Hanbyeol, but Iris too? That sparked curiosity.
"You and me? You okay with that...?"
"Don't tell me... you hate it?"
She fake-sniffled on purpose—no reason for real tears, so I didn't fall for it. But she had her reasons for wanting to room together, so I shook my head.
"Not hate. You're a full adult now. You need privacy..."
"Everything's open to Unnie. I'm O-blood type, so I can donate if needed. Love meat sides, spicy and sweet stuff too! And..."
"No, not that—"
The issue was sharing a room with a girl. Glancing at Laila, I hinted to Hanbyeol.
"Y'know... my body's like this. You sure?"
"I always say: with you, it's fine. Wanna get married?"
"No, Hanbyeol. Don't joke about marriage... If you really wanna, think long and hard."
"Tch. Anyway, I'm rooming with you. Guild folks said you had to live with Daesik-oppa, so I dragged you away."
"Huh? Really...?"
Made sense—the Gae Saeng guild might think I was tied to Daesik. I preferred it that way, but my body's female now. Daesik hadn't touched me since possessing, but who knows? He might lose it over my pretty character and end up castrated. Or drunk-mistake it. Better prevent that. Living with Hanbyeol's stress was preferable. She could help me adjust to this body too.
"Fine, can't be helped. Better than Daesik-ssi..."
"Right? Good, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Worst case, endure her hugging me like a doll in sleep. She'd been quiet those few times—no sleep-talking.
As we neared agreement, Laila peeked up slyly.
"Wait! Why do I get the living room? Give me a room... No, I'm your pet succubus. But this mana restraint means I have to stick with Ivy all the time..."
"See? Emotions."
Hanbyeol touched Laila's restraint. Nothing showed for me, but she read something and tsked.
"Yeah, she has to cling to you always. Bathroom, bedroom... Annoying."
"Right? Ivy, I didn't lie!"
"True."
Bathroom too? Horrifying—thank the holy relic for no bathroom needs. I glanced gratefully at the tail; it'd scarfed the leftovers. Table spotless without Hanbyeol cleaning—just pack the wrappers. Was it really a relic or some creature? Staring suspiciously, it sensed me and slipped under my skirt, coiling my leg. Meaning "I'll behave"?
"Fine. I'll rig a doghouse on the floor."
"Doghouse? Too harsh!"
"Planning to climb our bed? Room's small—no hauling the living room one."
"I didn't share power for this..."
Laila muttered sadly; Hanbyeol tilted her head.
"We're max level—power shares do zilch."
"Max level?"
"Means peaked in one field, no more growth. Get it?"
"So Ivy peaked in beauty and lust?"
"...Healing! Not that weird crap!"
"Ivy-unnie is pretty, though."
Only I got mad? Hanbyeol sided with her; Laila smirked slyly. Figured if she played nice to me, Hanbyeol'd leave her alone. Lately, Hanbyeol acted independent but spoiled toward me often.
"Fine, we'll up the bed size."
"Sharing with Laila...?"
"Need her help erasing your trauma. Hate it? I'll get a fancy doghouse."
"Still dog treatment?!"
Her first impression sucked, and I wasn't fully fond yet, but after the bed stuff, I couldn't be too rough. Might need her when Hanbyeol and Iris were out. Overdo it, and bed treatment suffers. Training her harshly to prevent mischief was an option, but even in play, hard stuff wasn't my taste. Giving or taking pain? Nah.
"Can't be helped... Unless bigger house, king bed it is."
Relationships need compromise.
"Her absorbing vital energy? Do it with you nearby—in the living room. I'll curtain it. But Laila: daytime only. You rest at night. Any mess while I'm out? You're done."
"Hehe. I'll clean up. No worries."
"And pounce when unwanted? Know what happens?"
"Of course! Put that staff down! Won't touch without your say!"
Bet she'd say mouth doesn't count. Room assignment seemed settled.
"Gotta help Iris-unnie now."
"Yeah. What're you doing with her?"
"Pope interrogation, religious trials, new user training. Max-level newbie curriculum too. Busy. But nothing vs. what you did."
"Don't overdo it."
"Duh. Gotta clock out to see you. See ya dinner!"
She snapped fingers, cleaned the table, and teleported. No-chant instant? Should've classed mage. Regret hit hard.
"Hehe. Just us now?"
Flat on floor during Hanbyeol's presence, Laila was now behind me, kneading my butt. Not aroused enough to feel it, I sighed and snapped.
"That hungry for guys?"
"Yup. Holy knights shun demons, Pope's a quick-shot. Forced fasting, then your dessert—hungrier now."
"Calling people dessert..."
"Tasty but small portions. Can't live on chocolate alone—need bread, meat, plenty. No bread? Cake works, but not desperate."
"You have that saying here too? 'No bread? Then cake'..."
"Pardon?"
"Never mind. So you need a guy... Guess I tag along."
Craved rest, but couldn't starve her. I stood shakily—whining might make me prey. She was no tame pet; top predator. Hungry? She'd bite the owner.
"Carry you? Stroller?"
"Fine... Legs shaky, but walking's okay."
"Hm. Say if tough. No street hawking anyway. Hehe, what type? Buff muscle hunk? Pretty face? Those two from yesterday were hot."
"Mm..."
Acquaintances to Laila felt off, but she wouldn't enslave them. I wasn't her slave... Bed was just play, me accommodating.
"Ivy, why blush? No shame in lewd talk—it's like food chat."
"Succubus culture differs... Cut me slack."
"I'd starve minding face. C'mon, hunt tasty guys? Jail-stuck, they're backed up."
"Probably..."
Fatigue doubled leaving house. Should've rested first. Two days hell, one short night—body wouldn't recover. Laila saw my pallor, excitement gone.
"Ivy, you look awful... Cafe sit. I'll solicit nearby."
"Sorry..."
"Psh. I get it—dragging tired demon for gourmet? Selfish."
She showed consideration—no pure hate for this succubus.