Succubus Kim Rina
The resistance is fierce.
Kim Rina surveyed the situation inside the cave.
Lee Jungmin, Keira, Elena.
The three of them were still moving.
Jungmin was thrusting his hips into empty air. Keira kept sitting up and dropping back down. Elena was sucking on something invisible.
Garam, on the other hand, lay as still as a corpse. His lust had already bottomed out, and with it any hope of blocking the absorption of his essence.
At this rate he would slowly lose every drop of essence and die.
That man… no divinity, so how is he holding out like that?
Jungmin’s performance had blown past every expectation Kim Rina had formed. She had figured Keira and Elena would last about this long. She had already measured their lust, and their abilities suggested high resistance to demonic power. She also had to factor in that she herself was a succubus; drawing out a woman’s desire had always been relatively difficult for her.
Men, though—she was confident with men. Five hundred years of refined technique made sending a man to his grave as easy as eating cold porridge.
And yet Jungmin was still enduring. No divine aid, not enough mana to throw up unconscious defenses, nothing but pure lust keeping him upright.
I knew his lust was exceptional, but this much…
She ran her tongue across her lips and savored the taste.
Lust that strong meant the essence hidden beneath it had to be enormous. He might even be the one who could finally break the stagnation in her own power.
Originally I should just kill them all here…
The grand sex magic she had spent a full week preparing—the succubus-exclusive spell that could only be activated by lust itself: Street of Pleasure.
Think of it as a kind of sanctuary designation, an area expansion. Any sentient being who entered the space fell asleep at once and, inside the dream, coupled with phantom partners until they were completely satisfied. Once satisfied, their essence was stolen—the amount taken proportional to their lust. Dream sex usually wrung a person dry to the absolute limit, so anyone who reached satisfaction inside Street of Pleasure simply died.
If, by some chance, they failed to reach satisfaction, they would wake again. That only happened in two cases.
First: their lust exceeded that of the caster. But anyone like that was almost certainly already a succubus or incubus of higher rank; Street of Pleasure would never have caught them in the first place.
Second: they were completely asexual. No lust meant no satisfaction, and no satisfaction meant no essence to steal. An asexual could walk out of Street of Pleasure alive.
In Rina’s judgment, Jungmin, Keira, and Elena belonged to neither category. They were holding on for now, but time would solve that.
The real problem was that Rina herself was short on time.
This was a grand magic that essentially guaranteed death to anyone who entered. It could not be maintained forever. Ten minutes at the absolute outside. Inside the dream those ten minutes might stretch into an hour or a hundred hours, but outside, ten minutes was the hard limit.
And from what she could see, the three of them were not going to run dry of lust inside ten minutes.
So she had to decide.
Abandon freedom of her physical body, pour more resources into wringing every last drop of their lust… or kill the three of them right now.
The second option was far safer. Considering the comrades who would arrive next—and the possibility that an asexual might be among them—putting her own body to sleep could be dangerous. But that meant giving up the delicious essence of these three. A corpse could not yield essence.
I’m going in. I can’t let that feast slip away.
Honestly, there was nothing to debate. Mere humans could never withstand a succubus’s lust. The moment she got serious, all three would collapse. Ten minutes? Five would be plenty.
She was a succubus. The incarnation of lust itself.
Kim Rina stretched a hand toward Lee Jungmin. A pink light shot into his head, and her body locked in place.
“Haa… haa…”
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”
“Haaang!”
Only shameful, directionless moans echoed through the cave.
“How about this? Can you still hold out?”
Kim Rina ground her hips without pause, clenching and releasing her inner folds in relentless rhythm. Beneath her, Jungmin furrowed his brow and endured.
She dragged a long nail across his chest. Skin split; beads of blood welled up. She brought the nail to her lips and tasted it.
Sweet.
“Delicious. So delicious.”
“Hhk… hah…”
Jungmin’s face twisted into the exact expression she loved most—pain and pleasure braided together.
“Where did all that earlier swagger go? Giving up already?”
“Never… still got plenty left.”
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
He drove his hips upward from below. Impressive. Even after climaxing more than a dozen times, the clone stayed rock-hard, and he still had the mental strength to keep moving. Every time the tip of that clone kissed her cervix, even Rina felt a flicker of real sensation and rewarded him with a service moan.
“Hah, haang, ah, haang!”
Of course she laced the sounds with charm, just to scramble his mind further.
“You can cum now. I’m close too. Let’s go together. This time for real… haang!”
“Don’t lie… I will never… mmph!”
Squelch.
Despite his iron resolve, one twist of her hips made the clone spurt helplessly. It was nothing like the first time. The volume had dropped dramatically. Jungmin’s face crumpled.
This time I’m really going to cum!
Rina adored that expression. Watching the face that had looked ready to conquer everything collapse into pure hell was pure delight. If she had more time she would have played with him forever. He was that responsive a toy.
“I’m not losing… still got a long way to go.”
Sliiiide.
The clone swelled again. Rina smiled at the way it filled her completely.
Lust this strong is already excellent… ah, should I turn him into an incubus and keep him?
He had talent. Exaggerating only a little, he had the makings of an incubus king. It would take a thousand years or so, but still.
“You’re amazing. So manly… hah. To satisfy a woman this thoroughly. Ah, right there, right there feels so good. Haa…”
But she could not stay like this forever. She wanted to become the Succubus Queen more than she wanted to be the Incubus King’s woman. She would absorb Jungmin’s essence and take one more step toward that throne.
“You did well. Just lasting this long is already impressive.”
She locked eyes with him as she spoke. Moments earlier they had been making love in cowgirl on a bed; now they were standing, still joined. Her wings unfurled wide and wrapped around them both.
“…!”
Jungmin tried to speak, but no voice came out. Rina licked the sweat from his face and continued.
“Don’t worry. Just become one with me. Then we can spend forever like this, drowning in pleasure.”
She clamped her legs tight.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
The clone emptied itself without restraint. She kept milking it with her inner folds, determined not to miss a single drop.
“Haaah…”
His sweet moan was exquisite. She wanted more of it.
“Have you ever tried this?”
Thrust.
Her tail pressed against his prostate from inside.
“Hnnngh!”
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
The clone that had seemed finished thrashed again. Whether what came out now was semen or water was impossible to tell.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. This much won’t kill you. Just enjoy it.”
She pulled the wide-eyed Jungmin into her full breasts and kept stimulating his prostate, wringing him to the absolute last drop.
Squelch.
His hips trembled violently. She stayed pressed against him until every last movement stopped, wanting her body to receive everything he had.
Pop.
Completely spent, the clone could no longer withstand the internal pressure and slipped free. At the same moment a waterfall poured from Rina’s depths.
“Wow, you came so much.”
Even after cascading for a long while, enough remained that her belly was rounded. She pressed lightly and a second waterfall spilled out.
“That’s it, that’s it. Good boy. So good. I can’t remember the last time I was this satisfied.”
She stroked Jungmin’s hair. He gave no reaction. The light had already left his eyes. Every scrap of lust had been exhausted. All that remained was to have his essence drained and die.
“Nice. A little disappointing, but this is good too. Timing’s perfect.”
Rina sensed other people approaching the cave. Street of Pleasure still had roughly four minutes left. That was enough to finish Jungmin quickly and reallocate the remaining resources to absorb everyone else’s essence as well. Aside from these three, no one else looked particularly lustful. They would all drop in one second like Garam.
The final problem was that woman—the one she suspected was asexual. Even an asexual needed time to fall asleep and then wake. At least a full minute. Handling the others in that window? After breaking Jungmin, it would be as easy as flipping her palm. Then she would simply kill the asexual. Asexuals were weak.
“Come on in, everyone. I’ll eat you all up so deliciously… mmph… slurp.”
Rina responded naturally to the tongue that suddenly invaded her mouth. She had no idea whose it was, but the person kissed extremely well. The kiss continued for a while before the tongues finally parted.
“…Jungmin? How… hah, mmph.”
It was Jungmin. He did not stop kissing, as if determined never to let her seize the initiative. It was not an effective tactic. Rina calmly assessed the situation.
What? How?
The last thing she had felt was Jungmin’s lust guttering out. Now it was blazing again.
A final spark?
That made no sense—she had just milked him dry with the prostate massage.
…What is this?
She could not understand it, but the response was the same. If he had revived, she would simply kill him again.
There was a problem, though. At that exact moment the others entered the cave—ten of them.
Damn…
She had no choice but to redistribute resources across all ten. Even a small amount, multiplied by ten, became significant. Jungmin’s assault began to gain ground.
“Mmph, hah.”
While kissing she found herself unconsciously twisting her legs together. Her body was craving the man.
Fuck… me, of all people…
Rina decided to finish Jungmin off quickly and reallocate. She spread her thighs wide and took him in again.
“Hhk…!”
The clone felt intense once more. Every thrust threatened to blow her mind away.
“More, a little more, still not enough… haaang!”
Even so, she could endure. Plenty of time remained on Street of Pleasure. None of the newcomers was asexual, so she only needed to break their lust one by one.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Jungmin’s hips moved faster. Earlier he had controlled his strength; now it was pure, relentless power. The sight made Rina relax slightly. He was not at ease either. Ten more seconds and everything would return to normal.
Then fresh bad news arrived. The asexual had finally entered Street of Pleasure.
“Shit!”
Rina shoved Jungmin’s chest with both hands. She was ready to abandon every last drop of essence if it meant getting outside and killing them all. They would need time to wake; killing them would be simple.
Instead of being pushed away, Jungmin drove his hips up harder.
“Haaah, why all of a sudden… haaang!”
“I’m not letting go! I’m going to satisfy you!”
Madness burned in Jungmin’s eyes. For the first time Rina tasted a flicker of fear.
“You little—!”
She kicked him in the stomach and broke free, then spread her wings and shot upward. The clone currently joined with him was consuming the largest share of her resources. Only when that clone left could she move her real body. Once outside she only needed to kill the asexual. Then everything would proceed according to her plan.
Flash.
In the next instant she was outside. Before her eyes even registered it, she felt a sword aimed at her body. She twisted sideways, but the blade wreathed in white light still carved into her left shoulder.
Crack-sizzle.
The sword drove from shoulder to heart, slicing halfway through before stopping.
“Kyaaaah!”
Rina screamed. Standing in front of her, completely ignoring the scream and preparing to cut deeper, was Kim Nari.
“Die.”