Succumania

It was the kind of discovery that only belonged in horror movies. The kind that made people lock their doors at night and double-check their windows. Across the world, every major news outlet seized the story, spinning it into a chilling tale—an atrocity so grotesque it stood alongside history's most infamous massacres.

It began in Tokyo, inside what had once been an unassuming library. When authorities arrived, they found two women sprawled lifeless on the floor, a hole the size of a baseball bat carved into their skull. Blood splattered the shelves, books were torn from their places, and overturned shelves littered the scene like the remnants of a violent fight for survival.

Yet, it was what lay beyond that room that turned the crime from brutal to nightmarish.

In a backroom, behind a door that had been locked for who knew how long, they found them.

More than twenty corpses, some fresh, others reduced to skeletal remains, stacked like discarded toys.

And the strangest part?

No one had reported anything unusual. No missing person connected to the library. No strange odors drawing suspicion. The place had been open, active. People had been coming and going for years.

So how had no one noticed the graveyard hidden in plain sight?

That was the question that haunted investigators as they unearthed the horrors buried in that forgotten room.

As she watched the news, Nina sipped her cola, her eyes fixed on the screen with an almost lazy intrigue. The footage looped through the gruesome discovery—the bodies, the blood, the mystery. Reporters speculated endlessly. Mass murderer? Ritualistic cult? Some new kind of urban legend made real?

Of course, succubi was her first guess. In a time when multiple of these sex demons were wandering the earth, it was only natural that a massacre like that would happen at some point. Though, she hated to never have seen it coming. She had eyes everywhere in the world. And yet, her familiars and cameras hidden in the metropolis didn't catch a single trace of magical energy.

She leaned back, tapping her fingers against the can. That was the part that made her uneasy. A massacre of this scale should have left an imprint. But the city's flow was undisturbed as if those twenty bodies had simply appeared from nowhere.

Her fingers tightened around the can.

Either these succubi were hiding from her. Succubi powerful enough to slip past her surveillance.

Or worse.

With a sigh, she began tapping the arrows on her keyboard, cycling through the live feeds from her network of hidden cameras. The screens flickered as the images changed—city streets, dim alleyways, rooftops bathed in neon glow. Finally, she reached the library.

The view shifted to the perspective of one of her familiars—a small bird perched atop a streetlamp just outside the crime scene. Through its sharp eyes, she saw the swarm of investigators moving in and out of the building, yellow tape stretched across the entrance, journalists crowding nearby like vultures.

The police were lost. She could see it in their faces. They weren't just horrified—they were confused.

If it was a succubus, why was there no trace of magic? Feeding left energy signatures, lingering remnants of desire and life force drained away. Even the most disciplined succubi couldn't completely erase their presence after a kill. 

Yet the bird didn't receive any feedback. 

Maybe this wasn't succubi after all.

And if it wasn't them, then what the hell was it?

She switched the live feeds again, cycling rapidly before stopping.

Nina raised an eyebrow, and she cycled back. There, in a small alley, she saw someone she recognized, or at least, a faint trace of magical energy in the air that was all too familiar. Her bird approached the scene, and there, she saw it.

"Saki…And a guy?" she muttered, a bit confused by the presence of the man but she quickly realized his true identity. "Why's a Holy Knight working with her?"

Nina's fingers hovered over the keyboard. That didn't make sense. Saki was a succubus. Why would a holy man talk with her like it was not a big deal?

"I guess I'll have to contact her. Perhaps she knows something."

She then looked to her right, where another live feed was playing on a smaller screen. The sun was rising, and the little house full of succubi would wake up, and Luka had a plan for the day. He had already given her the instructions, and even though she wanted to talk about the murders, she knew better than to annoy Luka during a well-deserved off-day. 

Nina pouted.

"I want to go with them too…" she muttered with a sad frown, knowing she couldn't go with them as she just couldn't go outside.

Her gaze drifted downward as she hugged her knees to her chest, shoulders slumping. She wanted to go. She desperately wanted to go. To feel the warm sun, the cool ocean breeze. To see Alma Elma in a bikini—now that was something worth living for.

But she couldn't.

She sighed, forcing herself to push those thoughts away. After all, she could capture some photos instead.

"Finally, my off day." Luka rose from his bed with a rare determination, his body stiff yet relaxed at the same time. 

This was his one time chance to actually enjoy having these girls around, to finally do something he wanted to do for a while. 

He wanted sun, water, warmth, and the feeling of sand between his toes. He needed the ocean, the crash of waves, the salty breeze rolling through the air.

With that determination, he quickly freshened up, throwing on a pair of loose shorts with yellow flower patterns, a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops. As he ran a hand through his hair, his gaze drifted to the window. The sky stretched in soft golds and pale blues, the early morning light promising a perfect beach day.

For once, there was no crisis. No battles, no missions, no urgent matters to tend to. Just a simple, well-earned trip to the beach.

Luka smirked to himself.

Yeah. This was going to be good.

Luka pushed open his bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, the quiet stillness of the morning greeting him.

As expected, Alma Elma was still asleep, her door shut tight. She was the type to stay in bed until the absolute last moment—no surprise there. Vinum, on the other hand, was likely already awake, either reading or poring over one of her studies. The faint glow of light slipping through the cracks of her door confirmed his guess.

Luka made his way downstairs, his steps light against the wooden floor. As he entered the main room, his eyes landed on Eva, who was just starting to wake up—beer already in hand.

Luka deadpanned. A beer this early?

"Seriously?" he asked, staring at the can like it had personally offended him. The scent of alcohol in the morning felt downright sacrilegious.

Eva met his stare with an unimpressed look. "What? It's not like you have anything better." She took a lazy sip, stretching her arms with a satisfied sigh. "Trust me, I'd much rather have some fresh semen instead."

Luka sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, no. Beer's fine."

With that, he walked past her, making his way into the kitchen. If she was going to drink something completely inappropriate for breakfast, then he was going to do the opposite. He reached for the shelf, grabbing some cocoa powder and milk—hot chocolate sounded a lot better.

As he set the milk to warm, he glanced back at Eva.

"You know, normal people drink coffee in the morning."

Eva stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Urgh, too bitter for me."

Luka chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I can understand that. I'm not a fan of coffee either." He sat down at the table, took his mug of hot chocolate, and settled in.

Eva looked at him with distrust before taking another sip suspiciously.

Eva eyed him suspiciously before taking another slow sip of her beer. "Okay, what's on your mind?" she asked, narrowing her gaze.

Luka stirred his drink with a spoon, his eyes fixed on her. "You're looking at me like that because of the housework, aren't you?"

"Yeah, you made me scrub the whole house," she shot back, a little more serious now.

Luka raised an eyebrow. "You almost killed me, Eva."

Her glare intensified. "And I'm very hungry."

Luka took a slow sip from his mug, still calm. "Just go to the nearest bar. As long as you don't cause a ruckus, I'm sure you'll find someone willing to feed you." He shrugged, setting his cup down on the table with a soft clink.

"Is Eva bothering you?" a warm voice interrupted from the doorway, and Luka turned to see the succubus mayor standing there with her signature smile. One of her eyes was locked on Eva, and the younger succubus immediately straightened up, averting her gaze nervously.

"Nah, she's just a bit angry at me," Luka shrugged, taking a sip from his mug. "Good morning, Succubus."

Eva shot him an indignant look. "Hey! You didn't say good morning to me!"

Luka smirked, teasing, "The beer was enough to make me forget it." He then pointed at her. "Also, don't get drunk already. I've got a surprise for all of you."

Succubus furrowed her brows in confusion. "Now that you mention it, why are you so lightly dressed today?"

"Yeah, what's the deal?" Eva added, eyeing his casual attire. "Where's your usual outfit?"

Luka grinned, his mood shifting to something more playful. "We're going to the beach today."

Eva's eyes widened. "Wait, what?" She sat up straighter, instantly forgetting her hunger as the words registered. "You're actually taking us to the beach?"

Succubus raised an eyebrow, her usual calm demeanor replaced by curiosity. "The beach, huh? I didn't expect that."

Eva's excitement shifted to a full-on frenzy. "I can catch shellfish there! And crabs! Lots of crabs!" She mumbled to herself, drool almost pooling in the corner of her mouth.

Luka chuckled, amused by her excitement. "I thought it would do everyone some good to get out of the house. Plus, I asked Nina to buy swimsuits for all of you in advance so you can go swimming if you feel like it."

Eva eyed him with a sly smirk, her tone mischievous. "Aha… I see…"

Luka blinked, slightly confused. "What?"

"I get it," Eva said with a knowing grin. "Guys love to see girls in swimsuits, don't they?"

Luka shook his head, laughing lightly. "Nah, it's not about that. I'm just letting you all go wild while I go swimming and sleep under a parasol. Gotta catch some sun."

Succubus raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Just making sure no one gets too carried away with all that... beach fun, huh?"

Luka stretched, his expression still light-hearted. "Exactly. It's a beach day for everyone, but don't expect me to play lifeguard all day. Though, as always, if you mess up, you clean up."

Eva smirked, clearly excited for the day ahead. "This is gonna be the best beach trip ever!"

"Did I hear beach trip?" Alma Elma's voice rang out from the hallway. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in the living room, already fully prepared. She was sporting a straw hat atop her head and a robe that covered her purple bikini, the bag she carried bulging with magazines and beach toys to laze around with.

"Holy shit, Alma!" Luka almost fell out of his chair at her sudden appearance, the wind in the room kicking up like a storm. "Not everyone is ready, chill!"

Alma Elma gave him a playful look, hands on her hips. "I prepared in advance since Nina told me." She glanced at Eva, then at Succubus. "You guys ready?"

Eva's grin stretched wider. "Hell yeah, I'm ready!"

Succubus gave a small nod, the excitement subtly clear in her eyes despite her usually calm demeanor. "I suppose so. A bit of relaxation will be nice."

Luka sighed, pushing himself up from the chair. "Succubus, your affairs should be in the closet. Eva… I guess you're already in beach clothes."

"Yup!" she put the sunglasses down on her nose and gave him a thumbs up. "All ready already!"

Guess she already forgot her grudge…

"We are also ready," the voice of the eldest of the Lilith Sisters rang out from the hallway. The three of them were already in their swimsuits, the one standing out the most, of course, being Lilith, whose bikini top seemed to hold on for dear life at her chest area.

Morrigan wore a simple pale blue bikini, which didn't change much from her usual indoor attire—or lack thereof—while Astaroth, on the other hand, sported a much more elegant design, a flowing, nearly translucent sarong paired with a black bikini that gave her a distinctly regal air.

Luka blinked, momentarily stunned by the sight.

Was Lilith going to be okay? Did Nina choose a large enough one for these… things?

"We're waiting for Vinum and succubus-chan then," he said, nodding to the sisters with a smile. "Also… Can I say you all change clothes fast?"

"Fufu…" Astaroth chuckled. "Impressed? When we heard about your idea, we immediately changed."

"Yeah! I'm ready to go swimming!" Morrigan declared boldly.

"By the way, Morri," Luka beamed. "I have a surprise for you once we get there."

"...?" the succubus blinked but Succubus-chan's entrance cut her off with a yawn before she could even utter a single word.

"What are you all talking about?" she mumbled, her eyes still half-closed.

"Going to the beach. Wanna go?" the young man asked.

"Uh…" she pondered for a moment before beaming up. "Yeah. I might catch a guy there~"

"No—"

"No killing, yeah, yeah…" she sighed in exaggerated frustration. "Geez, I got the warning already."

"What about the imps?" Morrigan suddenly asked.

"Oh shit. I forgot the kids," Luka sat up straight in urgency. "Where are they?"

"Still sleeping, I guess," Succubus-chan replied, still too relaxed to be concerned.

"I'll take care of then," the mayor said with a giggle. 

"Thank you."

"Still…" Alma Elma looked up at the roof with a concerned look on her face. "Do you think little Vinum will come?"

"I don't know… I'll ask her personally."

"Why don't we just let her be? I bet she doesn't like the beach," Lilith remarked.

"She might not," Luka nodded slightly. "But I don't want her alone in this house. I'll drag her by her two feet even if she doesn't want to come."

With that, he stood up from his chair, deposited his empty cup in the sink and climbed the stairs. Once in front of the door to her study and bedroom, he inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly to calm his nerves down.

It was a nice day; he didn't want to come across as annoying, but he couldn't just leave her alone. Who knew what she could do with time unsupervised in this house?

He knocked on the door and waited.

Inside, the faint sounds of rustling paper and the soft shuffle of footsteps came from behind the door. Luka's fingers tapped against the door frame, his patience growing thin with the seconds that passed.

Finally, the door creaked open. Vinum stood there, her blue eyes scanning him like some kind of fly coming to buzz around her and annoy her morning.

"Can I help you," she asked flatly, her voice devoid of warmth.

"Good morning, Vinum," he said, trying to keep the tone casual. He greeted her with a bright smile and entered the room with a forceful step. "I'm here to grab you."

"Grab me?" she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bold words. 

"We're going to the beach. You're coming whether you want it or not."

"I refuse," she sighed, turning back to the desk as if already dismissing him. "I'm fine here, and I have work to do."

"Nope," he grabbed her wrist gently but firmly. "There are many reasons why I'm not letting you stay here. And the first is that you have yet to teach me."

"I have nothing to teach you, boy," she replied dismissively, tugging lightly at her wrist to pull it from his grasp.

"Oh, come on, you can't leave me hanging like this," Luka said, not letting go. "If you always stay cooped up in here, you might end up like Nina."

"I HEARD THAT!" a bird chirped outside of the window loudly.

"Am I wrong though?!" Luka answered with a shit-eating grin.

"I AM LITERALLY SICK!"

"You have your suit to walk outside."

"I LOOK LIKE AN ASTRONAUT WITH IT!"

"Figured you don't like it…"

"Are you two finished?" Vinum cut them off with an annoyed expression. She quickly shook off Luka's arm and walked back to her desk. "You can go without me. I'm not like Myusca, I won't blow up the house."

She then sighed, a focused expression on her face. "I also lost an important book and I'm working to find it. You should thank me instead, boy."

He stood there in silence for a moment, watching her flip the pages of her book before picking up what looked like a crystal ball, probably for scrying.

"Okay, what do you want?" 

Vinum turned her head. "What?"

"What. Do you. Want?"

Vinum looked at him, her gaze narrowing slightly. "I already told you, I want my book. It's important."

"Then why don't you let it go for now? I'll help you find it later," Luka offered, his voice casual yet persistent. "Right now, you're coming with me. Whether you like it or not."

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between him and the crystal ball. "You're really annoying, you know that?"

"I am," Luka admitted with a grin. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to keep all of you devils in line. I want to have fun, and some fresh air might do you some good. You never know when things might go south, so you'd better live in the moment."

Vinum's lips twitched, as if she were fighting back a smile. She set the crystal ball down with a soft thud and turned to face him fully. "You humans are all the same," she said, her tone dry but with a hint of amusement. "You prefer to indulge in the present's pleasures instead of looking at the future."

"Don't act like you're better," he shot back. "So, are you coming? I even have a swimsuit for you."

Vinum raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of skepticism and mild curiosity. "A swimsuit? For me? Did you pick it out yourself?"

"Does it matter?" Luka countered, his grin widening.

Vinum rolled her eyes but stood up from her chair, smoothing out her skirt as she did. "Fine," she sighed, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "And for the record, boy, I like the beach. Don't take me for a shut-in like you were in your younger years."

Luka's grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. "How the fuck do you—"

"Good grief," she cut him off with a chuckle, already walking past him toward the door. "Always so slow. That's no good for my apprentice."

Luka blinked, then quickly recovered, jogging to catch up with her. "Hey, wait a minute! How do you even know about that?"

"The sea!" Rami's voice rang out as she sprinted past them, her bare feet kicking up sand as she raced toward the water. Her laughter echoed across the beach, carefree and full of joy.

"Come now, don't go so fast," Succubus said with a worried look as she saw the imps sprint toward the waves.

"Don't worry," Luka walked past her. With a sun this bright, he had put on some sunglasses and a straw hat. "They're just playing."

"I'm worried that she will sink with those balloons of hers," Succubus replied while gesturing to her chest.

Indeed, the little Rami was sinking into the few centimeters of water, her body unable to float properly. Her arms flailed as she struggled to stay afloat, her laughter turning into panicked squeals.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Luka cursed, kicking off his flip-flops and sprinting toward the water. He reached Rami just in time, scooping her up before she could go under. "Gotcha!"

Rami clung to him, her face a mix of relief and embarrassment. "I didn't think it would be that deep!" she protested, her cheeks flushed.

Luka chuckled, holding her securely as he waded back to shore. "It's not deep, Rami. You're just… top-heavy."

Succubus sighed, shaking her head as she watched the scene unfold. "I told you this would happen."

Vinum, standing a few feet away, couldn't help but smirk. She was wearing a sleek blue one-piece swimsuit, with a round buoy secured around her waist. "Looks like you've got your hands full, boy. So much for relaxing."

"That was just a one-time mistake. After that, I won't save you, Rami."

Rami, still clinging to him, dropped her head and muttered lowly, "I can't fly… I can't swim… What am I good for…"

Luka set her down gently on the sand, patting her head in an attempt to cheer her up. "Hey, don't sell yourself short. You're great at… uh… being adorable?"

Rami pouted, crossing her arms. "That's not helpful!"

Succubus stepped in, placing a hand on Rami's shoulder. "You're good at many things, Rami. Just… maybe stay away from the water for now."

Vinum, still smirking, walked over to join them. "Or we could get her a life jacket. That might help."

Luka nodded, glancing back at the water. "Good idea. I'll grab one from the car."

In the meantime, the other succubi settled their beach towel on the sand while Alma Elma set up the parasol. 

Morrigan shot a look at her, raising an eyebrow. "You're really that concerned about shade?"

Alma Elma grinned, adjusting the parasol to ensure it was perfectly angled. "Yes. I don't enjoy turning into a tomato under the sun. Besides, someone has to be responsible around here."

Lilith, who had been unpacking her bag, rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Responsible, huh?" She then pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and gave a pointed look at the others with a warm smile. "Then I'm glad I brought this with me."

Morrigan, sensing a brewing tension between the two purple-haired succubi, swiftly changed the subject. "By the way," she began, glancing at Luka, who was returning from the car, "Luka said he had a surprise for me…"

Luka's ears perked up at the mention of his surprise, and he looked over with a playful grin. "Oh but they are already here."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Morrigan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Before Luka could respond, several voices echoed across the beach. 

"BOSS!"

"Hey, boss!" 

The voices belonged to none other than—

"The Lilith Bros?!" Morrigan perked up, a bright smile on her face. 

Luka chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I told them you'd be here today. Also, I realized having the Lilith Bros as a gang was a good idea to deal with the others. Compared to organized gangs, a group of young adults and teenagers playing gangsta isn't that harmful."

"So… So… does that mean…?"

"Yup," he flashed her a thumbs up. "The Lilith Bros are back."

Astaroth, who had been silently watching the exchange from a distance, frowned, crossing her arms. "What the hell are you two talking about?" Astaroth, as the middle sister, was getting very bad vibes from this whole situation.

Luka smirked as he gestured toward the group of misfit "gangsters" now swaggering toward the group. "Just a little mistake I'm repairing, Astaroth. Trust me, they're harmless. Well, mostly."

The rest of the group watched in various states of confusion and amusement as the Lilith Bros – a ragtag team of young, overly enthusiastic "gangsters" led by none other than Lilith's younger siblings – approached with their characteristic energy. They were decked out in baggy clothes, oversized chains, and had an air of utter seriousness that made it hard to keep a straight face.

Morrigan couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe they still go by that name…"

"Of course we do!" Jerry, the most enthusiastic of the bunch, approached first, grinning ear to ear. He was wearing a new cap with the head of Morrigan on it instead of their old logo. "We're so glad to see you, boss!"

Morrigan's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the cap. "You... put my face on your hat?"

"Yep!" Jerry exclaimed, striking a pose. "We thought it'd be a good way to show our dedication. We're your number one fans, boss!"

"What the hell happened to our sister?!" the two other sisters said in unison, their faces as if struck by the same shock.

And if it wasn't for the group of teenagers gathering, the sight of so many beauties gathered in the same place caught the eye of most of the people enjoying the beach. Luka could feel the gaze of dozens of men looking at him with envy.

Fuck… I can't relax like that.

Just as he was about to retreat into his own thoughts, a loud voice cut through the air.

"Wanna rub sunscreen on my back, Luka?" Alma Elma said, her voice playful and clearly loud enough for everyone to hear as she sauntered over to him, a bottle of sunscreen in hand.

You're not helping either you damn succubus!

Before Luka could even respond, Eva jumped in, snatching the bottle out of Alma Elma's hands with a grin. "I'll do it for you, Fuela Nolma!" she chirped. "Then you'll help me catch some fish, okay?"

"You're really something else, aren't you?" Alma Elma sighed. "There are much bigger catches on this beach." She looked around, her eyes boring onto the onlooking men. 

"Oooh! You mean sharks?" 

"How are you even surviving?" Alma Elma muttered under her breath, eyeing the succubus in disbelief.

Luka, standing in the middle of this group of chaotic women exhaled a content sigh. After rubbing some sunscreen on himself, he set up his own beach towel below the parasol and settled down. 

"Alright," he muttered as he stretched out on the towel, "now you can all go do whatever you want. As long as you don't hurt anyone, I don't care what you do. Is that clear?"

Everyone gave a collective nod, though the mischievous grins on their faces told Luka that he likely hadn't seen the last of their antics. Still, it was nice to know they'd at least try to behave—at least for now.

He closed his eyes, his arms crossed behind the back of his head, and drifted off to sleep, the nice and comforting sea breeze bringing just the right amount of cool air to not scorch from the heat.

The sound of laughter and waves crashing against the shore filled the air. The beach was starting to fill up with people, and the different succubi all began their various activities.

The ones to make the most noise, of course, were the Lilith Bros, led by the blue-haired menace herself, Morrigan.

"Alright, let's see if you guys can actually build something impressive," she said, her hands glowing faintly as she surveyed the sand. They all gathered a bit away from the waves, armed with an assortment of tools—buckets, rakes, and even shovels—ready to build the best sandcastle they could. "I want something worthy of the Monster Lord!"

Jerry and the others cheered, immediately getting to work. "We'll build the biggest sandcastle this beach has ever seen!" Jerry declared, his enthusiasm infectious.

Morrigan smirked, her eyes gleaming with competitive spirit. "Biggest isn't always the best. Let's make it the most epic sandcastle ever. Something that'll make everyone on this beach stop and stare."

The Lilith Bros nodded in agreement, their determination evident as they began digging and shaping the sand. Morrigan, using her magic, helped mold the sand into intricate shapes, creating towers and walls with surprising precision.

From a distance, Astaroth watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed and a faint frown on her face. "Are they going to be okay?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Don't worry about them," Lilith replied nonchalantly, her eyes never leaving the young boys on the beach. She was lounging on a beach chair, a wide-brimmed hat shading her face from the sun.

"Sister…" Astaroth began, her voice tinged with exasperation.

"I know of course," Lilith smiled. "Do you want to go swimming with me?" 

Astaroth blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. "Swimming? Now? With all this going on?"

"Why not?" Lilith said, standing up and brushing the sand off her legs. "The water looks refreshing, and it's been a while since we've had some sisterly bonding time."

Astaroth hesitated for a moment, then sighed while taking off her sarong. "Alright. Perhaps it will relax me a little." 

The two sisters made their way to the water, leaving the Lilith Bros and Morrigan to their sandcastle-building antics. As they waded into the waves, the cool water lapping at their legs, Astaroth couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. For all the work she had to do to reign in her sisters, it was nice to relax for a while.

Lilith glanced at her sister, a playful smile on her lips. "See? This isn't so bad, is it?"

Astaroth sighed, but there was a small smile on her face. "I suppose not. But don't think this means I'm letting my guard down. Someone has to keep an eye on those troublemakers."

Lilith laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Fair enough. But for now, let's just enjoy the moment."

Meanwhile, on the shore, Eva had left the group to check out a small ice cream stand sitting on a plaza right on a pavement road following the beach. The stand was colorful, with cheerful vendors scooping out generous portions of ice cream for the line of eager customers. Eva's eyes sparkled with excitement as she approached.

"Ooh, what flavors do you have?" Eva asked, leaning over the counter with childlike enthusiasm.

The vendor, a young man with a friendly smile and a surfer's tan, gestured to the array of flavors displayed in the glass case. "We've got vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mint chip, cookies and cream, and a few special flavors like mango and passion fruit."

Eva eyed the flavors with drool practically dripping out of her mouth, her excitement palpable. But then her gaze flicked up to the vendor, and she paused. He was handsome, to say the least—young and muscular, with long blond hair that flowed back in the sea breeze. His bright blue eyes and easy smile only added to his charm.

"Wow," Eva said, her voice a little breathless as she leaned further over the counter. "You're… really good at scooping ice cream."

The vendor chuckled, clearly used to such attention. "Thanks. It's all in the wrist. So, what can I get for you?"

Eva blinked, momentarily distracted by his smile, before shaking her head and refocusing on the task at hand. "Uh, right! Ice cream! I want… one of each!" she declared, clapping her hands together.

The vendor raised an eyebrow, amused. "One of each? That's a lot of ice cream. Are you sure?"

Eva nodded vigorously. "Absolutely!"

As the vendor started scooping, Eva leaned in even closer, resting her ample chest on the counter without a shred of subtlety. She watched him work with a sly smile, her gaze locked onto his face.

The man hesitated for just a fraction of a second before quickly refocusing on the task at hand, his tanned face gaining the faintest hint of pink.

Eva smirked, her voice turning sweet and honeyed. "I bet you're tired from all that work, aren't you…?"

The vendor coughed into his shoulder and gave a nervous chuckle. "Uh, not really… I kind of like this job."

Eva pouted playfully, tilting her head as if deep in thought. "Oh, really? I was just thinking… all that scooping, all day long… those poor, overworked arms of yours must be so tense." She lightly traced her finger along the counter, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

The vendor faltered slightly, almost dropping a scoop of strawberry onto the cone. "Uh—well, I do get a bit of a workout," he admitted, his voice a little strained.

Eva giggled. "Mmm. I can tell." Her eyes flicked to his arms, tanned and toned from years of beachside labor. "So strong… I bet they'd feel amazing here," she mused, subtly pressing her arms against her chest.

The vendor swallowed, clearly struggling to keep his focus. "That'd… probably be inappropriate," he said, scratching the back of his head.

By now, the line behind her was growing impatient, and a few customers were whispering to each other with entertained smirks.

Realizing she had teased him just enough, Eva leaned in even closer as he finished scooping the ice cream.

"Here, your ice cream bowl," he said quickly, handing over a cup stacked with one scoop of each flavor.

Eva accepted it with both hands, her fingers deliberately brushing against his as she did, her hands full of the money she got from Luka. Then, she leaned in near his ear, her warm breath ghosting against his skin.

"If you ever need some relief after all this hard work…" Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper. "Come find me near the beach cabins over there."

The vendor followed her gaze to a row of colorful beach cabins in the distance.

"The blue one," she added, licking her lips slowly before pulling away. "Don't forget."

The vendor's fingers twitched slightly as he adjusted his cap, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "R-Right, the blue one," he muttered, doing his best to maintain professionalism.

Eva winked at him before gracefully turning away, her hips swaying just enough to make sure he knew she was putting on a show. She giggled to herself as she took a generous scoop of ice cream into her mouth, letting the sweet coldness melt on her tongue.

Meanwhile, the vendor stood frozen behind the counter, staring at nothing in particular.

A man in the line behind her leaned forward with a knowing grin. "Dude, did you just get propositioned over a bowl of ice cream?"

The vendor let out a long, slow exhale before shaking his head. "I think… I need to take a break. Dear customers, go ask my colleague instead!"

His colleague shot him a killer glare, but the vendor was already on his way, his heart pounding as he dashed to catch up with Eva. He took off his cap, feeling a throbbing pain in his pants as he hurried after her. With a smile, he waved at her and gently caught her shoulder, his face red. "Hey, about that proposition of yours… It turns out I'm on my break."

Eva turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh? How convenient," she purred, taking another slow lick of her ice cream. "I was just about to enjoy this all by myself. Care to join me?"

The vendor's breath hitched, his resolve wavering as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I, uh… I mean, if you're offering…"

"Okay, come with me."

Before he could respond, Eva turned and began walking toward the row of beach cabins, her hips swaying with every step. The vendor hesitated for only a moment before following after her, his heart racing.

They both disappeared behind the blue beach cabin, away from prying eyes. She skillfully kneeled below the lock and pulled out some wires and in a matter of seconds, she managed to unlock the lock.

"Wait, it's not yours?" the vendor asked.

"Does it matter? I'm only borrowing it." Eva said with a smirk as she pushed the door open. "Get in."

The vendor swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced back toward the beach, where the sound of laughter and waves crashing against the shore filled the air. Then, with a deep breath, he stepped inside, the door closing behind him.

Inside, the cabin was cramped but cozy. The dim light filtering through the curtains gave the space a warm, intimate glow. Eva was still taking bites out of her ice cream with a spoon as she leaned against a small bench, her legs crossed provocatively.

The vendor stood awkwardly by the door, his eyes darting back to the beach nervously. "By the way, what's your name?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. He couldn't help but notice how the ice cream dripped down Eva's fingers, and the way she licked them clean with a seductive smirk.

"Eva," she purred, her eyes locking with his. "And you are...?" She let the question hang in the air, her tongue flicking out to catch a drip of ice cream on her lower lip. 

The vendor swallowed hard, feeling his pants tighten at the erotic display. "I'm...I'm Kai."

She stood up and removed the sunglasses from her nose to put them on her head. Then, she stepped to him and pressed herself against him, his body touching the wooden wall behind. 

"I'm very hungry, want me to suck on it?" she asked while grabbing the bulge in his pants, her tongue flicking out to lick the edge of her mouth, leaving a light sheen. Kai's breathing quickened, and he could smell the sweetness of the ice cream mingling with the salt air outside. Eva's hands worked at Kai's belt and zipper with practiced ease. She knelt before him, her fingers sliding into his briefs to release his hard member. 

"Mmm, just the way I like it," Eva murmured as she wrapped both hands around him, her face inches from the tip.

"Whoa, you're quick," Kai chuckled nervously as he felt her smooth hands stroke him gently. "Wait, are you eating ice cream?"

Eva looked at him with her mouth full with a spoon. "Of course. It's gonna melt otherwise." 

She took a big spoonful of ice cream and swallowed it before leaning in, her mouth opening to engulf the tip of his cock. The coldness of the ice cream mixed with the heat of her mouth as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the head. Kai's breath hitched as he felt the contrast of temperatures, his hands instinctively moving to her hair.

"Fuck, that's amazing," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took more of him in, the ice cream now coating his shaft. Eva hummed in approval, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. She pulled back, licking the ice cream from her lips before taking another spoonful of ice cream, this time letting it melt in her mouth before swallowing.

"Hey, it's quite tasty like that," she giggled as she continued licking it teasingly, her tongue flicking his tip.

"Oh God," Kai panted, feeling her icy mouth engulf his aching length as her skilled hands kneaded his balls. "Eva, fuck, I've never felt anything like that." He pushed forward, trying to thrust deeper as his arousal continued building. His eyes fluttered as the icy-sweet treat and hot-mouth combination made for the most stimulating blowjob of his life. She swallowed more of his shaft as the ice cream slowly melted in her mouth.

She then felt his hand grab instinctively her chest, his fingers pressing them gently. 

"Come on…" she said her mouth full. "Just cum already. I'm hungry…"

Eva's hands worked with practiced ease, one cupping his balls while the other stroked his shaft in tandem with her mouth. The contrast of hot and cold was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through Kai's body. His breathing quickened as he felt himself nearing the edge. 

"Fuck, Eva, I'm so close," he panted, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tried to hold back. She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers through his core. Her tongue swirled around the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. Eva pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye as she took a final spoonful of ice cream, letting it melt in her mouth before swallowing.

"Mmm, almost done with the ice cream. Better hurry up, big boy," she giggled, her hands working faster, her mouth enveloping him once more.

Kai's eyes widened as Eva's words registered, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through him. He couldn't believe the brazen, sexy woman before him, so eager to taste him. The thought alone was enough to push him over the edge.

"Yes, fuck, I'm cumming!" Kai cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure as his hips jerked forward, burying himself deep in Eva's throat. His release exploded from him, hot and thick, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Eva moaned around him, swallowing greedily as she milked every last drop from his throbbing cock.

As Kai's orgasm subsided, Eva slowly pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied purr. She stood up, pressing her body flush against his once more.

However, he felt his legs giving out and she caught him just in time, the heat radiating off her skin. She then laid him down on the bunch and began working once more on his cock with her hand. 

"I'm out of ice cream so I'll just have to fill my belly with something else," she smirked as she looked at the man, panting heavily from exhaustion.

"What… What the hell happened…?" he asked, his voice low as he tried to stand up multiple times but eventually failed.

Eva's lips curved into a predatory smile as she straddled Kai's exhausted form, her hand still wrapped firmly around his throbbing member. Her other hand traced patterns on his chest, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. 

"I still want some cream," she smirked. "And I won't stop until I get every last drop, no matter how many times you cum for me." 

Kai's eyes widened in shock as he realized he was still fully erect, his body responding to her proximity despite his exhaustion. "What's going on, why am I—"

Eva silenced him with a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth hungrily. She ground her hips against his, the fabric of her black bikini bottom rubbing his saliva-coated member. After breaking the kiss, she smirked mischievously. "Hehe… I'm going to milk you so that I can go on for a week."

Kai's inner thoughts were screaming at him that something was very wrong, but his body was moving of its own accord, arms wrapping around Eva's waist with need. He groaned as she guided his throbbing erection to her entrance and sank down, enveloping him in her slick, velvet heat.

"Lunch time!" she licked her lips and began riding him, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then growing more intense as she reveled in the sensation. Kai's moans filled the small cabin, his hands gripping her hips as she took control, turning him into a moaning, trembling mess.

Meanwhile, back on the beach, the rest of the group continued to enjoy their time off, unaware of Eva's latest escapade. Luka lay stretched out beneath the parasol, the salty sea breeze ruffling his hair as he drifted deeper into sleep. The sound of distant laughter, the cries of seagulls, and the occasional splash of water blended into a tranquil symphony, lulling him into a rare, peaceful slumber.

A short distance away, Succubus-chan sat comfortably in a lounge chair, idly swirling a brightly colored cocktail in her hand. She'd kept her signature red jacket—refusing to part with it even at the beach—but had swapped the rest of her outfit for a deep red one-piece swimsuit, complete with a teasing chest window right in the middle.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing over at Luka's relaxed form with a smirk. "He's out cold. Must be nice to nap like that."

Alma Elma, lounging nearby, stretched lazily, her pale skin and tattoos glowing under the sun. "He is kind of cute when he's not stressing out over us," she mused, propping her head up with one hand. "I could just eat him up."

Succubus-chan chuckled. "You mean that literally, don't you?"

Alma Elma grinned playfully. "Maaaaybe...♪ I have a tail for that."

Before the conversation could continue, a sudden shriek of excitement erupted from the water's edge. Morrigan and one of the younger Lilith Bros were engaged in an intense game of chicken, with Morrigan sitting confidently on top of Jerry. She flashed a wicked grin as her opponent wobbled beneath her, struggling to stay upright.

"Give it up! You don't stand a chance against me!" Morrigan declared.

The other guy let out a determined growl, trying to push back, but Morrigan barely budged. With a single well-timed shove, her opponent toppled backward into the water, sending a splash high into the air.

"And another victory for me!" Morrigan cheered, striking a triumphant pose as she flexed her arms.

On the shore, Alma Elma chuckled as she watched the scene unfold. "Weren't they building a sandcastle, like… five minutes ago?"

Succubus-chan took a slow sip of her drink, swirling the ice with a lazy smirk. "Guess they got bored."

Nearby, Luka remained blissfully unaware of the noise around, still napping soundly beneath the shade of his parasol. His breathing was steady, his posture completely at ease—too at ease, considering the sun had shifted.

Succubus-chan nudged his foot with her own. "Think we should wake him up? The sun's moved, and he's gonna burn if he stays like that."

Alma Elma tapped a finger to her chin, then her lips curled into a playful smirk. "We could just put sunscreen on him… everywhere…"

Succubus-chan shot her a side glance. "Everywhere ? "

Alma Elma's smirk only grew.

But before she could reach for the sunscreen, a new voice cut in from behind them.

"How about some sunscreen on us instead?"

A shadow stretched over both of them, and when they turned, they were met with a group of guys—some shirtless, others in tank tops, all grinning like they had just stumbled upon buried treasure.

The tallest one, a well-built guy with sun-bleached hair, bent over to approach them with a smirk. "Didn't mean to eavesdrop, but damn, that sounded like an offer. Kind of a waste to see a loser like him ignoring beauties like you."

Another guy with dark sunglasses nudged his friend. "And here I thought this was just a normal beach day, but we were graced by your presence."

Alma Elma raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. She exchanged a glance with Succubus-chan, who exhaled a slow, bemused sigh before taking another sip of her drink.

"How about you do that, girl?" The bleached-haired guy turned his back toward Alma Elma, flexing slightly as if presenting himself. "I'd love a good rubbing."

One of the others, a little bolder, casually draped his arm around Succubus-chan's shoulders, grinning as he leaned in close. "Yeah, me too, miss. I'm real scared of getting sunburned. Maybe you could help me out?"

"Ahah, you're scared of a sunburn?" she giggled, grabbing his arm. "That's not very manly you know?"

Alma Elma, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying the situation. She leaned back on her elbows. "Well, well, aren't you all just full of confidence? Tell me, do you always approach women like this, or is today special?"

The bleached-haired guy grinned, clearly thinking he was charming. "Only when we see someone as stunning as you, babe."

"That's great, we were lacking company," Succubus-chan beamed up, not leaving the guy's arm. She winked at Alma Elma who winked back.

"Yeah, we'll make sure you have fun," the guy with the sunglasses said. "What do you say? Wanna join us for a little fun?"

"What kind of fun are we talking about?" Alma Elma asked.

The guys exchanged glances, their grins growing wider. "Oh, you know," the bleached-haired guy said, his tone suggestive. "A little volleyball, maybe a swim, and then… whatever happens after."

"Fufu… Adorable~," Alma Elma chuckled as she stood up. 

Succubus-chan twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, smirking as she kept a loose grip on the guy's arm. "A volleyball match, huh? And here I thought you were just looking for a massage."

"Well, huh…" the guy next to her rubbed his neck. "We can cut to the massage part if you want to."

Succubus-chan giggled, giving his bicep a playful squeeze. "Tempting… but if I'm gonna be rubbing anything, I might as well make you boys work for it first."

The bleached-haired guy smirked, clearly entertained by her response. "Oh yeah? And how exactly do we do that?"

Alma Elma stretched her arms above her head, her expression playful yet predatory. "Mmm… I do love a good wager," she purred. "How about a little volleyball match?"

The guy in sunglasses scoffed. "Volleyball? Easy. What's the catch?"

Alma Elma's smirk widened. "Three against two. You boys versus us girls."

"If you win," Succubus-chan added, seamlessly picking up where Alma Elma was going, "we'll let you do anything to us for the rest of the day~"

That got their attention. The guys straightened up, their grins sharpening like wolves catching the scent of easy prey.

"And if you win?" Bleach-hair asked, clearly thinking there was no chance of that happening.

Succubus-chan twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Then we get to do whatever we want with you." Her smirk deepened. "No complaints. No backing out. I'm sure big boys like you wouldn't chicken out of a little bet?"

The guys exchanged looks, their smirks deepening as if they had already won.

"Deal," Bleach-hair said.

"Yeah, this is gonna be fun," Sunglasses added.

Alma Elma let out a playful hum, spinning on her heel. "Okay…♪ Then follow us…♪" she sang, her hips swaying just enough to keep their attention as she strolled toward the beach volleyball court.

Succubus-chan shot a knowing glance at Alma Elma before winking at the guys. "Hope you boys can keep up~."

Bleach-hair cracked his knuckles, confidence radiating off him. "Oh, don't worry about us."

The makeshift volleyball court near the shoreline had already drawn a crowd. A few curious onlookers and other beachgoers gathered around, picking up on the tension in the air. Some of the Lilith Brothers had shown up too, eager to see how this would play out.

On one side: Alma Elma and Succubus-chan, standing barefoot in the sand with effortless grace, looking completely at ease.

On the other: Bleach-hair, Sunglasses, and their third teammate—a lean, sharp-eyed guy who had barely spoken but had an intense, focused aura about him.

Sunglasses spun the volleyball in his hands, smirking. "Hope you girls are ready to lose."

"Oh no…♪ What should we do?" Alma Elma chuckled with an amused smile, her tone dripping with mock concern.

"Perhaps we were a bit too confident," Succubus-chan added, giving a mock fearful look, though her smirk betrayed her true feelings.

Bleach-hair tossed the ball into the air and smacked the first serve hard—sending it flying straight toward Alma Elma.

Without breaking a sweat, she leaped effortlessly, her movements fluid and precise, and spiked the ball back with a force that sent it whistling past their defenses.

It slammed into the sand, kicking up a small cloud.

"Point to us~," Alma Elma purred, winking.

The crowd whooped.

Bleach-hair blinked, his cocky grin faltering just a bit. "Damn. Alright. That was a lucky shot."

"Good job, Alma!" Succubus-chan high-fived the succubus with a smile.

The ball was then passed to Succubus-chan, who turned it over in her hands like a foreign object. "I've never played this game before," she admitted.

"Me neither," Alma Elma added, casually brushing some sand off her leg. "But you just have to smack it to the other side."

"Okay~!" Succubus-chan tossed it into the air and smacked it—a bit too much.

The ball soared over the net, past the play zone, and continued its journey far, far beyond what anyone expected.

Heads turned as it disappeared into the sky.

A few seconds of silence.

Then, somewhere in the distance, a faint thunk was heard, followed by a startled squawk from a seagull.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Bleach-hair raised an eyebrow, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Well... that's one way to play."

Succubus-chan giggled, a finger to her lips in mock apology. "Oops~! I think I hit it a little too hard?"

Sunglasses, on the other hand, looked anxiously at his friend, his brow furrowed. "Hey, isn't that a bit much? How the hell did she send it that far?"

Bleach-hair chuckled, giving his friend a reassuring pat on the back as he received the ball from someone in the crowd. "Just relax, man," he said, tossing it to Sunglasses. "When we win, we'll have plenty of fun with them. Keep your head in the game."

Sunglasses' expression shifted from concern to confidence as a sly smile crossed his face. "You're right…"

He took the ball, rolling it between his hands with a determined gleam in his eyes, as if rallying himself for the challenge ahead. His focus was sharp now, as he prepared to redeem their pride.

With a powerful grunt, he tossed the ball into the air, eyes locked on the prize, and slammed it with all his might.

The ball flew like a comet, cutting through the air with a speed that sent the crowd into a collective gasp.

Alma Elma, however, was already ready. She tracked the ball with a predator's focus, her feet planted firmly in the sand. In a single, fluid motion, she leapt, her body arching gracefully through the air. Her hand collided with the ball, sending it hurtling back over the net with such force that it whistled through the air.

The guys scrambled, Bleach-hair making a desperate dive as Sunglasses tried to position himself for a counterattack. But the ball was just too fast, too well-placed.

It slammed into the sand just beyond their reach.

The crowd gasped, impressed by her quick reflexes and control.

"Point to us~," Alma Elma purred with a mischievous grin, brushing some stray hair behind her ear.

Bleach-hair's smirk slipped for a moment, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Shit, alright, alright… They're good," he muttered under his breath.

"Two to one!" a voice called out from the crowd, keeping track of the score.

"Hey, how many points is this match to?" Bleach-hair called out, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"12, is that okay?" Alma Elma answered.

"Fine by me," he grumbled, tossing the ball back up to Alma Elma. "Let's go."

Sunglasses adjusted his stance, his jaw tight with determination, but there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Bleach-hair nudged him with a grin, trying to reignite his confidence.

"Come on, we're just warming up," he said, his voice brimming with a cocky edge. "We've got this."

Alma Elma raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "It's too late to back down now. You're all in this till the end, aren't you?"

"Of course!" Sunglasses shot back with a defiant smile.

With a nod, she tossed the ball lightly in the air, almost teasingly, before serving it with a sharp, quick movement that sent it speeding over the net.

The guys scrambled to catch up, Bleach-hair diving to intercept, but the ball whizzed just past his fingertips. Sunglasses was too far off-center to get a decent hit in.

Succubus-chan, almost effortlessly, launched herself toward the ball, her lithe body soaring above the net as she spiked it with precision. The force behind it sent the ball crashing straight into the sand—an unanswerable shot.

"Point to us~," she chimed, grinning at their stunned expressions.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, cheers echoing across the beach. Even Bleach-hair, his usual cocky demeanor fading, couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. They had underestimated the girls. They were clearly on top of their game, and the guys realized, maybe a bit too late, that they were completely outclassed.

Despite this, their pride refused to let them admit defeat. They rallied, putting everything they had left into the game, fighting through each set point, each crushing loss, until the inevitable came.

"12 to 1! The girls win!" shouted a voice from the crowd, and the entire beach erupted into applause.

The guys stood, breathless, staring at the victorious girls. Their pride had taken a hard hit, but they couldn't deny the sheer skill and power that had just been displayed.

Alma Elma flashed them a smile. "Nice try…♪!"

The guys just stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Then, with a resigned sigh, Bleach-hair grinned. "Yeah, alright. You got us."

Sunglasses nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Guess we're at their mercy now…"

The crowd continued to cheer as the girls celebrated their victory, while the guys, defeated but with respect in their eyes, braced themselves for whatever the day would bring.

"At their mercy? Fuck no," Bleach-hair spat, shaking his head and beginning to turn away. "They cheated somehow. Let's get out of here."

But before he could make his escape, Alma Elma was already there, her body pressing against his back, her arms wrapping around his waist with a firm grip. Her voice was smooth, playful—laced with that teasing tone that only a succubus could manage. "Now, now. I don't like naughty boys who give up on their promise…♪"

Sunglasses barely had time to react before Succubus-chan was right beside him, her hand easily capturing his arm with a sweet, almost innocent smile. "Isn't that a bit selfish to accept bets that you can only win?" she purred, her tone laced with mischievous warmth.

The guys froze, caught in their own trap. Despite their tough talk, they couldn't quite escape the grip of the girls, who clearly had the upper hand in more ways than one.

Bleach-hair grimaced, trying to pull away, but Alma Elma's hold was unyielding. He gritted his teeth. "This isn't over, you know…"

Succubus-chan giggled, twirling her finger around Sunglasses arm, her gaze playful but undeniably firm. "Oh, but it is, sweetie~. You made a bet, and now, you get to honor it."

Alma Elma's smile deepened, her voice low and teasing. "And we don't take kindly to losers who try to wriggle out of their promises."

The guys shared a look, both of them realizing just how thoroughly they had been outplayed. There was no going back now. The entire crowd had witnessed the bet and the victory, and there was no escaping the consequences they'd agreed to.

"Hey, Mitch, come help us—!" Bleach-hair called out, but no one answered. The last guy who had been playing with them had already dipped, leaving the two of them to face the succubi alone.

"W-What are you going to do to us?" Sunglasses asked with a nervous quiver in his voice.

Alma Elma gave him a sultry wink. "We'll figure that out… after we've had a little fun with you two. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

Succubus-chan giggled in agreement, her smile wide and full of promise. "You're in for a day you won't forget~."

The crowd, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, began to disperse, some laughing, others shaking their heads in amusement. It was clear that the guys had bitten off more than they could chew, and now they were about to learn a very important lesson.

Alma Elma leaned in closer to Bleach-hair, her breath warm against his ear. "You boys thought you could handle us. How cute...♪"

Succubus-chan, still holding onto Sunglasses, tilted her head with a playful smirk. "Let's see if you can keep up with us now." Her grip tightened, and before either man could protest, the world around them blurred.

Before they knew it, they were gone, whisked away by the two succubi to the nearest hotel. They picked up a room, and once inside, transformed into their succubus form, revealing their wings and tail.

"W-What are you?" the both of them squirmed beneath their grasp, their voice rising to a high pitch. 

Alma Elma's fingers danced along Bleach-hair's body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you…" Her free hand unbuttoned his shirt, exposing more of his smooth, athletic torso. "Hope you are ready to back up what you said earlier about being better than Luka."

"Not that we ever had the chance to have him either," Succubus-chan chuckled. She pushed Sunglasses onto the bed, her voluptuous form straddling him as she pinned his arms above his head. "I'm not usually this forceful, but since I can't drain you completely, I'll have to settle for teaching you a lesson." Her tail twined around his ankles, effectively holding him in place.

Bleach-hair gulped, his eyes wide as Alma Elma slowly stripped off her own clothing, revealing her flawless, curvaceous form. "W-we didn't know you were… that! We were just playing around!" he protested, his voice cracking.

"You should've thought of it earlier when you tried to flirt with us…♪," Alma Elma smiled warmly, her thick tail wrapping around his arms to lock him in place. 

"Now we'll stop only once we are satisfied~" Succubus-chan added, her mouth hovering just above Sunglasses's. 

Alma Elma's fingers found Bleach-hair's nipples, pinching them with just enough pressure to make him squirm. "H-Hey, stop!" he yelped, his body writhing in her grasp.

"You called my dear host a loser, right?" she said as she pinched harder and her tail coiling tighter. "But what are you right now little guy? In my world, that's what happens to those who lose."

She leaned closer, her body enveloping him like a warm, inescapable blanket. Her lips closed over his, muffling his protests as her tail tightened its grip. Bleach-hair's struggles grew weaker, his resistance fading as Alma Elma's kiss deepened, her power overwhelming him.

Meanwhile, Succubus-chan was fully engrossed in her play with Sunglasses. Her hands roamed his body with deliberate slowness, exploring every inch of him as if savoring a fine delicacy. Her touch was teasing, calculated, and utterly intoxicating, leaving him breathless and trembling beneath her.

"Are you really getting this hard just from my touch?" she giggled, her voice a melodic blend of innocence and mischief. Her fingers traced the outline of his growing arousal through his pants, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "Aren't you a little weak, mister? I thought you'd last longer than this~"

Her tail slid up his leg, the tip flicking playfully at his thigh. Sunglasses shuddered, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "P-please…" he stammered, though whether he was begging for her to stop or continue was unclear.

Succubus-chan chuckled, her smile widening. "Oh, I love it when they beg." She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was equal parts sweet and devouring. Her hands moved lower, undoing his belt with practiced ease, the sound of the buckle clicking open echoing in the room.

The room was filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths, the occasional gasp or moan, and the soft rustle of fabric as clothing was discarded. The two men, once so confident and brash, were now completely at the mercy of the succubi, their bodies and wills succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure and pain.

Alma Elma pulled away from Bleach-hair's lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him struggle to catch his breath. "You're not so tough now, are you?" she teased, her tail loosening its grip just enough to let him squirm.

Bleach-hair shook his head, his face flushed and his chest heaving. "N-no… I'm sorry… I didn't mean…"

"Shh," Alma Elma interrupted, placing a finger against his lips. "Save your voice for when you'll moan…♪"

With a fluid motion, her tail coiled tightly around him, lifting him effortlessly into the air and bringing his penis to her face. Then, she opened the flower-shaped tip of her tail, revealing a glistening fluid that trickled down like a drooling maw. 

"W-What the hell is this?!" Bleach-hair tried to squirm, his head recoiling from the tail as panic flashed in his eyes. But his struggles were futile. Like a snake, the tail suddenly took hold of his face, the three petal-like appendages wrapping around the back of his head. The sweet scent and the warm, slick fluid touching his skin sent a wave of heat through his body, forcing him to relax almost instantaneously.

Back on the bed, Succubus-chan smirked as she teasingly explored Sunglasses's body, her nimble fingers leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. "So sensitive already? And we've barely even started~" She winked playfully before leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his groan.

Her tail crept up his thigh, the soft and cold skin a delicious contrast to the hard tip that traced his inner thigh with a feather-light touch. 

Sunglasses shuddered, his hips involuntarily lifting in a silent plea. "Mm, impatient, are we?" Succubus-chan purred against his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. In a swift motion, she unzipped his fly and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go. His erection sprang free, and Sunglasses let out a choked gasp, his cheeks flushing hotly.

Succubus-chan licked her lips hungrily at the sight, her eyes darkening with desire. "Well, well… someone's eager," she teased, her voice a low, sultry murmur. Her fingers wrapped around his length while teasingly caressing his tip. Then, she gave him a gentle squeeze, eliciting a strangled moan from him.

"P-please…" Sunglasses begged, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands clenched the sheets, his body trembling with anticipation.

"Please what?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "You'll have to be more specific~"

"P-please… don't stop," he managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mix of shame and desperation. His hands clenched the sheets tighter, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.

And just like that, she removed her hand from his length, her eyes boring into his with a playful glint.

"W-What are you…" he gasped, his shaft aching for her touch, his body arching involuntarily toward her.

"You told me not to stop," she said, her smile innocent. "But this is your punishment, isn't it? It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you enjoyed it~"

"Ah… Ah…" Sunglasses breath came in ragged gasps, his body aching for her touch despite his best efforts to stay still. 

"Ah… Ah…" Sunglasses' breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need. His hips twitched, desperate for friction, but she held him firmly in place with a single hand on his stomach. Her tail, still coiled around his thigh.

Succubus-chan leaned down. "So… What was it you had in store for us once you win? I heard you back during the game, you know."

Her breath was warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her tail slid higher, the pointed tip tracing circles on his inner thigh, just inches away from where he needed her most. Sunglasses groaned, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly they threatened to tear.

"P-please…" he begged again, his voice breaking. "I-I can't…"

"You really need this, don't you? That's no good~, you're too selfish."

Her tail shifted, the tip brushing against his length for the briefest of moments before pulling away again. Sunglasses let out a strangled cry, his body arching off the bed in desperation.

"Ah… please… I need…" he stammered, his voice barely coherent.

"Hmm… I guess I overdid it," she sighed, seeing the man so tortured from the need for pleasure. "Perhaps my kiss was a bit too loaded."

Meanwhile, Alma Elma was thoroughly enjoying her dominance over Bleach-hair. Her tail, still coiled around his body, held him suspended in the air, his face trapped within the flower-like appendage at its tip. The sweet, intoxicating fluid coating her tail had done its work, leaving him pliant and unresisting, his earlier protests reduced to muffled whimpers.

"There, there," Alma Elma murmured, her voice soft and soothing. She leaned forward, her full, voluptuous breasts pressing against his chest as she sandwiched his length between them. "Just relax and let me take care of you." Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, pinching and teasing in ways that made him squirm despite the haze clouding his mind. 

But then, with a weak shudder, she felt his body tense, his length throbbing as it erupted, the tip coating her breasts with a thin, watery fluid. Alma Elma blinked, her expression shifting from sultry to confused as she pulled back slightly to inspect the mess.

"Aren't you the naughty one," she said with a sigh, her voice tinged with disappointment. "To think I picked someone already empty. What, did you masturbate before coming here?"

Bleach-hair could only respond with a muffled groan, his face still trapped within the flower-like appendage of her tail. Alma Elma rolled her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick the fluid off her breasts. 

She made a face, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "Ugh, it's not even satisfying," she muttered, letting out a disappointed sigh. "Succubus-chan~" she called out, her voice carrying a singsong lilt. "How about we switch?"

"What?" Succubus-chan sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. She glanced up from her own toy, leaving Sunglasses gasping beneath her. "No way, you have your own already. Deal with it."

"But his semen is very poor quality…" Alma Elma pouted, her tail unwinding from Bleach-hair's body and letting him slump to the floor, dazed and trembling. She crossed her arms under her chest, her expression one of mild irritation.

"Huh?" Succubus-chan looked up, leaving the man below her gasp. "Ah, right. A lot of guys are like that." She shrugged, though her tone suggested she wasn't entirely surprised.

"Also, it tastes weirder than usual," Alma Elma added, her nose wrinkling again as she wiped the remaining fluid off her skin. "Almost… bitter. Not at all like the men from my world."

"Perhaps the guys in your world are of better quality or different taste?" she remarked. "I mean, I've heard some succubi say that humans from different regions have different flavors."

"P-Please…" Sunglasses begged weakly from beneath her, his hand reaching out in a feeble attempt to regain her attention. His voice was hoarse, his body trembling with need, but Succubus-chan barely glanced at him.

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute," she swatted his hand off, more curious about the conversation. She leaned back, her tail coiling lazily around his thigh as she turned her attention back to Alma Elma. "So, what do you want to do? Just ditch him and find someone else?"

Alma Elma tapped her chin thoughtfully, her tail swaying behind her as she considered the suggestion. "Perhaps I could just eat him… But no, Luka would hate me if I did. Besides, I've had other guys from this world before, and they weren't this bad. Maybe he's sick or something." She sighed, crouching down to pick Bleach-hair up from the floor, her tail coiling around his waist to support him. His body was limp, his face flushed and his breathing shallow, but Alma Elma held him with an almost maternal gentleness.

"Well, good luck then," Succubus-chan said with a shrug, turning her attention back to Sunglasses. But before she could resume her teasing, she felt him convulse beneath her, his body tensing as a hot fluid splattered against her lower back.

"Whoa… I made him cum without even touching him," she giggled. "His energy isn't very filling either. Hey, mister," she said, poking his chest playfully, "are you eating properly? You're not exactly nutritious."

"Are these guys okay?" Alma Elma deadpanned, holding Bleach-hair up like a ragdoll. She brought his face closer to her chest, her nipple brushing against his lips as if offering him comfort. "They have good muscles, they shouldn't be so weak… I feel kind of sad for them."

"Yeah, they seem like they're trashy though," Succubus-chan agreed, her tail unwinding from Sunglasses' thigh as she sat back, her expression one of mild disappointment. "I mean, I've had humans who were weak before, but these two are on a whole new level. It's almost impressive, in a sad kind of way."

Sunglasses groaned weakly, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. "P-please…" he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I-I'm sorry…"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, sweetheart," Succubus-chan said with a sigh, though her tone was more amused than angry. "You're lucky I'm not picky with my food. But make sure to get your life together after that."

"We'll train you two to get better at it," Alma Elma proposed, her hand stroking gently the man's cock. "And we have all day after all…♪"