Succumania

Noon had passed, and the people were now resting on the beach after their lunch. Luka woke up slowly from his slumber, stretching lazily as his body felt sluggish, the warmth of the sand beneath him almost too comfortable to leave. 

But then, his stomach voiced its protest, a deep rumble that snapped him fully awake. He groaned, rubbing his eyes before stretching his arms above his head. The scent of grilled seafood and fresh fruit drifted through the air, making his hunger even worse.

"Man… how long was I out?" he muttered to himself, sitting up and glancing around.

The beach had quieted slightly, the earlier energy giving way to a lazy post-lunch lull. Groups of people lounged under umbrellas, some dozing off while others chatted idly. The earlier excitement from the volleyball match had died down, but a few lingering murmurs of admiration for the victors could still be heard.

"Where are they?" he looked around, a bit of concern etched onto his face but eventually he decided to trust them. 

Not far from there, he could still see the mayor Succubus and the imps playing in the water laughing as they juggled their crêpes between bites. Further along the shore, Morrigan and her sisters sat in a loose circle with the Lilith Bros, a baseball bat in the middle of their group—though it was unclear if they were playing a game or scheming something more devious.

"I should probably find something to eat…" he thought out loud, pushing himself up and dusting the sand off his shorts and Hawaiian shirt. As he did, he realized his skin had reddened a little bit, it was time to find some shade.

With food in mind, he decided to approach the imps. Their crêpes looked tasty and he wondered where they got them. 

"Heya! Everyone's having fun?" he called out, waving with a friendly smile.

"H-Heya… We're playing…" Remi waved back weakly, shivering slightly from the cool water.

"Osu!" Rumi said while holding her crêpe high in the air like some kind of trophy.

"Yo, little guy!" Rami called out, her mouth stuffed, barely managing to talk around her food.

Succubus turned toward him with an amused smile. "Did you sleep well?"

Luka stretched his arms above his head before letting them fall back to his sides. "Yeah, I'm glad everyone's having fun."

"Oh, we are," Succubus chuckled. "Are you?"

Luka opened his mouth to answer, but his stomach growled loudly before he could. He sighed, rubbing his belly. "I would be if I had one of those crêpes. Where'd you guys get them?"

Rami pointed lazily toward a food stand further down the beach. "There. They're really good."

Succubus smirked, leaning in slightly. "Maybe if you ask nicely, we'll share a bite~."

Luka chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I'll grab my own."

With that, he turned and started making his way toward the stall, the scent of warm pastries and sweet toppings guiding him forward.

As he approached, he could see a small crowd gathered around the stand, the workers flipping crêpes with practiced ease. The menu was handwritten on a chalkboard, featuring all sorts of flavors.

His mouth watered just reading it.

He stepped into line and waited for his turn… 

And while the young man was waiting for his turn to eat lunch, Vinum was lying on her blue buoy, her sunglasses on her head making her look like a superstar if it weren't for the people crowding her.

She received a ball on her head, making her grit her teeth as it wasn't the first time nor the last. 

"Hey, can you pass it back?" a young boy waved at her with a carefree smile. 

Vinum sighed, lifting the ball off her head with two fingers as if it were some kind of disgusting object. She stared at it for a moment, then at the boy, then back at the ball.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying back toward him—not aggressively, but with just enough force to make him flinch as he caught it.

"Thanks!" the boy grinned before running off to rejoin his friends.

Vinum groaned, sinking deeper into her buoy, letting her arms dangle lazily over the sides. The beach had its perks—sun, sea, and a decent enough view—but peace and quiet? That was asking for too much. Between the nonstop chatter, the shrieks of excitement, and the occasional ball-to-the-head incident, she was starting to wonder why she even bothered.

She adjusted her sunglasses, pushing them back over her eyes with a sigh. Maybe— just maybe —she could get five minutes of peace before the next disturbance.

But, of course, that was wishful thinking.

With a loud splash , the ball landed right next to her, sending a spray of cool water over her face. Droplets clung to her skin, rolling down her cheeks, her forehead, and—most annoyingly—dripping onto her sunglasses.

Vinum remained still for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she exhaled through her nose.

Calm… just stay calm…

"Oops! Sorry!" The boy from before called out, waving again. "Can you—?"

Before he could finish, Vinum, without lifting her head from her buoy, extended a single hand toward the ball. It floated up slightly, as if lifted by an unseen force, before she casually flicked her fingers.

The ball shot back like a bullet.

The boy barely caught it, stumbling backward from the impact. His friends whistled and cheered at the display.

Vinum, on the other hand, had already let her hand fall back into the water. "Try not to lose it again," she muttered.

If it wasn't for that boy, she would already be away from here. Perhaps she needed to go further away, but the last time she did that, a lifeguard came to "rescue" her.

"By the way, do you want to play with us?" the boy suddenly asked.

She tilted her head and removed her sunglasses. "What?"

"I mean…" the boy recoiled slightly under her icy gaze. "Wanna play ball with us?"

For a moment she wanted to say Do I look like a child to you? but she in fact looked like one with her current clothes.

Vinum sighed, rubbing her temple. "No," she said flatly, lowering her sunglasses back over her eyes. "I don't."

The boy nodded quickly, looking only mildly disappointed before he ran back to his friends. At least he had the sense to take the hint.

She let herself sink deeper into the buoy, arms resting lazily over the sides. Maybe now she could—

Splash!

Another wave of water hit her square in the face.

Vinum didn't even react this time. She just sat there, water dripping from her chin, her expression completely blank.

Alright.

That's it.

She stood up from her buoy and sank into the water. Then, she grabbed the ball and with a single flick of her wrist, sent it a hundred meters away far toward the inner part of the sea.

The kid looked blankly at her and then made an angry face. "H-Hey! What are you doing?"

Vinum adjusted her sunglasses, her expression unmoved. "Solving the problem," she said dryly.

The boy's jaw dropped as he watched the ball bounce once on the water before disappearing into the distance. His friends let out a collective groan.

"Now we have to swim all the way out there to get it!" the boy whined, stomping his foot in the shallow water.

Vinum tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh no. How tragic."

However, one of these kids really began to swim toward the ball. He struggled to push against the waves, and it was clear he wasn't an expert swimmer. In fact, with that much distance, even a regular good swimmer would take a while to reach the ball. 

"Hey! Don't go!" one of his friends shouted

The boy who had started swimming turned his head back, clearly struggling against the tide. "I'll get it! It's fine!" he called out, though his voice was strained.

Vinum raised an eyebrow, watching the kid fight the water, his arms flailing in an exaggerated manner. She sighed, glancing around for any sign of lifeguards. "This is going to be fun," she muttered under her breath.

The other kids were now watching in a mix of concern and disbelief as their friend made slow progress toward the ball, but of course, he was still far from it.

It would be a bother if I were to get involved in this.  

With another sigh, she began swimming toward the boy. Her movements were effortless, slicing through the water with ease like a sea dragon. Within moments, she reached him, her eyes cool and unfazed.

The boy's eyes widened as she approached, his struggle to reach the ball slowing considerably in her presence. "Y-You're not gonna make me go back, are you?" he gasped, clearly exhausted.

Vinum didn't respond right away. She merely swam past him, casually retrieving the ball from the water with a swift motion. The boy gaped at her, speechless.

She floated back, ball in hand, and tossed it toward him with just enough force to make him scramble to catch it. "There," she said. "Your ball."

The boy latched onto the ball, helping him float above the water. "T-Thanks. But—"

Vinum didn't offer a smile, just another sigh as she turned to swim back toward her buoy. But before she did, she looked at him over her shoulder. "Listen, you took a lot of risks to get an easily replaceable ball. Don't do that again."

The boy's face flushed with embarrassment as her words sank in. He clutched the ball a little tighter, as if trying to prove he was still in control of the situation. "I just… didn't want to be a bother," he mumbled, though it sounded weak.

Vinum didn't answer him right away, merely floating a bit further out. Her tone remained as calm as ever. "If you don't want to be a bother, then don't put yourself in a position where someone else has to fix your mess."

She turned and began swimming back toward her buoy, effortlessly slicing through the water.

When she reached the buoy, she flopped onto it once more, arms stretched out across the sides, her gaze fixed on the horizon. She allowed herself to settle, taking a moment to enjoy the calm of the ocean around her. The sound of the waves crashing around her was the only thing that seemed to matter now, and for a few blissful moments, she allowed herself to forget about the distractions.

For a moment there, something reminded her of Myusca. That girl was always troubling her and she kind of missed that right now. 

"What am I thinking. She is probably causing more mess that I'll have to clean up later," she sighed. 

She also wondered how the boy would react if he were to learn what she did. Also how she could get Myusca and Nemea out of this mess. The idea of potential confrontation wasn't exactly appealing, but she doubted they'd be in danger from his anger. Still, there was no telling how it might all escalate.

A quiet, frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she glanced over at the shore, watching the sun glitter on the water's surface. She wanted to find entertainment in her life, but after being defeated for the first time, she felt as if the world was more difficult than before. 

Well, at least for now she enjoying the sun.

Splash.

Water dropped again on her sunglasses. 

"S-Sorry!" the boy said for the umpteenth time.

A low groan escaped Vinum's lips as she felt the water hit her sunglasses once more. She didn't even need to look to know who it was. The boy had been apologizing endlessly, but it seemed like no matter how many times she let it slide, he just couldn't stop.

She slowly pulled her sunglasses off, wiping them down before placing them back on her face with a deliberate, exaggerated motion. "How many times do we need to go through this?" she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

The boy, now looking even more flustered than before, stood at the edge of the water, wringing his hands. "I-I didn't mean to—"

She got off her buoy and picked up the ball before sending it to him. "Alright, I'll play. But don't expect me to hold back, kid," she smirked before sending the ball toward him. 

For now, she would just relax and think of what to do tonight.

Luka finally reached the front of the line and placed his order. With his meal in hand, he stepped away from the busy food stand, walking along the paved road that bordered the beach.

He wasn't sure where he was heading—just that he needed to find a quiet spot to sit down and eat. The day had been long, and his stomach was practically demanding food at this point.

As he strolled, his gaze flicked toward the shoreline, where people splashed in the water, built sandcastles, and lazed under colorful umbrellas. It was a lively scene, but his attention was drawn to a particular figure floating on a buoy—not because she stood out in any dramatic way, but because she seemed so utterly detached from everything around her. Yet she was playing ball with a bunch of kids.

"Guess anything can happen…" he muttered while taking a bite out of his crêpe. 

Suddenly, someone sprinted past him, nearly brushing his shoulder in the process. Luka turned his head, mild irritation flashing across his face, only to see a young girl dashing forward at full speed. 

She had light skin and medium-length brown hair tied into twin pigtails that bounced wildly with each step. The sleeves of her mint-green zip-up jacket with white stripes flapped against the wind, clearly annoying her, because with one swift motion, she tugged it off and slung it over her shoulder. Underneath, she wore a white polo-style shirt with a red collar, which matched her snug red athletic bloomers—an outfit that screamed gym class or competitive sports.

But what caught Luka's attention more than her appearance was the guy chasing after her.

A young man, seemingly out for an afternoon jog, was running close behind her. A chronometer hung from his neck, swinging wildly with his movements, but it didn't look like he was focused on timing his run. Instead, he seemed more preoccupied with the girl herself—talking, gesturing, and clearly trying to get a reaction out of her.

She, on the other hand, looked entirely uninterested.

Luka watched for a moment, chewing thoughtfully.

That kind of persistence… was either admirable or annoying as hell.

The girl suddenly picked up her pace, clearly trying to lose the guy, but he just kept up effortlessly, a grin plastered on his face as if he found her attempt amusing. Finally, she groaned and turned her head slightly, her voice sharp but exasperated.

"Would you stop following me already?"

The guy just laughed, unfazed. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I'm just keeping you company!"

Luka smirked slightly. Yeah, definitely annoying as hell.

However, something was off. Perhaps it was Luka's instincts—or the fact that he had spent enough time around succubi to recognize the signs—but this girl gave off a presence unlike most humans. There was a subtle confidence in the way she moved, the kind that came naturally to those who knew they held power over others.

She exuded the kind of allure only a few had.

Luka's chewing slowed as his gaze remained fixed on the scene.

The girl abruptly skidded to a stop, kicking up a small cloud of dust from the pavement. The guy following her did the same, though he kept his legs moving in small, bouncy steps to stay warm. His smirk hadn't faded in the slightest, still brimming with overconfidence.

"Ugh, fine," the girl sighed, placing her hands on her hips. "How about this? We have a sprint."

The man perked up immediately. "A race?"

She nodded, stretching her arms as if she were only half-invested in the challenge. "Yeah. You win, and I'll indulge you."

Luka could practically feel the shift in the air.

The guy's smirk widened, his ego practically inflating on the spot. "Oh, that so? Alright then, you're on."

He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders, and crouched into a runner's stance. The way he was acting, Luka could tell he thought he had this in the bag.

The girl, however, remained relaxed, simply adjusting her posture and rolling her shoulders. She wasn't stretching out her legs much—either she didn't care or… she didn't need to.

Luka exhaled through his nose.

Oh, this poor guy had no idea what he was getting into.

They agreed on the starting count—three seconds to prepare, and the finish line would be the next crêpe shop down the road.

The man tapped the button on his chronometer, starting the countdown.

"Three…"

He rocked on his heels, bracing himself.

"Two…"

The girl merely shifted her stance, still looking unbothered.

"One."

The beep barely had time to register before they both shot forward.

Or rather—he shot forward.

The girl on the other hand took her time, pacing herself instead of trying to outrun him. It was clear she was just letting him go first. In a few seconds, the guy had won and threw up his hands in the air in triumph.

"Ahah! You owe me one now!" the man said with a confident smile, his hand wrapping around the girl's shoulders.

"You're pretty athletic, that would make a good 10.5s on a 100m," she complimented him, her hands crossed behind her back.

The guy beamed at the praise, still catching his breath but clearly basking in the victory. "Heh, not bad, right? I used to run track back in school."

The girl nodded, tilting her head slightly. "Yeah, I can tell."

She didn't look the least bit winded. In fact, Luka noticed she hadn't even broken a sweat. Her breathing was steady, her posture completely relaxed—as if she had just taken a leisurely stroll rather than competed in a race.

The man, still grinning, gave her shoulder a playful shake. "So, what do you say? You lost fair and square. A deal's a deal."

She let out a hum, as if in deep thought, before shrugging. "Alright. You won."

His grin widened, his excitement practically radiating off him. "Great! Then how about we—"

"Yeah, come with me," she grabbed his wrist and dragged him away.

The moment the girl grabbed the guy's wrist and started leading him away, Luka felt his stomach twist.

Something about the way she moved—too smooth, too deliberate—sent up red flags in his mind. The man, still high off his victory, laughed as he stumbled slightly, letting himself be pulled along.

"Whoa, whoa, eager much?" he chuckled. "Didn't think you'd actually—"

But she didn't respond. She just kept walking, leading him off the main road and into a narrow alley between two buildings.

Luka sighed, setting his crêpe aside. Damn it.

His fingers reached into the hidden pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, pulling out a black glove etched with intricate, glowing runes. He slipped it onto his left hand, flexing his fingers as the magic pulsed faintly beneath the surface. It wasn't as good as a gun, but it would have to do.

He moved quickly, weaving through the small crowd before slipping into the alley unnoticed.

The moment he rounded the corner, he saw her.

They both entered a storage room for surfboards, her demeanor changing completely from something relaxed and indifferent to something almost predatory. 

They closed the door behind them and Luka approached it. 

Shit, she locked it from the inside.

Luka exhaled through his nose, pressing a gloved hand against the wooden door. There was no way to open it through there, the lock being a metal bar inside.

Luka took a step back, assessing the situation. He could try to force the door open, but that might take too long—and if the succubus realized she'd been caught, she might accelerate the process. The guy wouldn't last long if she went all out.

His gaze flicked to the side of the building. No windows. Thick wooden walls. The only other way in was a small ventilation grate near the top.

Not ideal. But better than nothing.

He moved quickly, grabbing onto the edge of a nearby trash bin and hauling himself up. His fingers found the grate, and with a few sharp tugs, it came loose with a metallic screech.

"Damn it… this is gonna suck," he muttered, eyeing the narrow opening. Luka wasn't exactly bulky, but he wasn't small either.

With a deep breath, he wedged himself into the vent, pulling himself through inch by inch. His shoulders scraped against the sides, and for a brief moment, he seriously considered the possibility of getting stuck.

"Okay, just keep moving," he gritted his teeth. "If I get stuck, I'll just—ugh—scream for help like an idiot."

After what felt like an eternity, he finally dropped down, landing on the cold floor with a soft thud. He crouched low, keeping his breathing steady as he scanned his surroundings.

Shelves. Boxes. A faint musty smell.

His eye twitched.

Wrong room.

"Are you serious?" he muttered under his breath.

This was another storage area, completely separate from the one he needed. No sign of the succubus. No sign of the guy. Just a bunch of surfboards and forgotten supplies. 

And to top it all off, there was no door connecting to the second room.

"I want to have a word with the owner of a building for security purposes," he grumbled. 

He reached for the door handle. Locked. Of course. 

Glancing around, he spotted an old metal rod leaning against the shelves. He grabbed it, jamming the end between the latch and the frame before giving it a sharp twist.

Click.

The door creaked open, and Luka slipped out, moving swiftly down the narrow hallway.

Luka let out a quiet sigh, pressing his ear closer to the door. The guy's voice was sluggish, barely audible—like someone fighting off sleep. The girl, on the other hand, sounded completely at ease, almost playful.

For a brief moment, he considered the possibility that she wasn't going to kill him. Maybe she was just toying with him, feeding a little and then letting him go. Some succubi did that—left their prey drained but alive, stumbling home with nothing but a foggy memory and a sudden need to sleep for a week.

But then he remembered the way she had looked at him before dragging him away. That wasn't just playful interest. That was a predator leading its meal somewhere quiet.

He exhaled through his nose. Yeah. No way she's letting him walk out of here in one piece.

As he weighed his options, behind the door…

"Ah… You turtles are all the same," the girl chuckled with a smug grin, her hand stuck in his already semen-coated underwear. She made sure to make the guy cum a few loads before putting him on a surfboard and stand on top of him. 

The man groaned weakly, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. 

"What a vulgar sound you're making," she chuckled, her brown eyes now turned purple narrowing. "I bet you want to stick it in like an idiot."

The man nodded weakly, his eyes glazed over but still flickering with a faint, desperate hunger. His bulky hands, trembling with exhaustion, reached up and grabbed her arms. With a sudden, surprising burst of strength—or perhaps she allowed it—he pushed her off him, flipping their positions so that she was now lying on the surfboard, her lithe form sprawled beneath him.

"That's it, go for your prize," she said nonchalantly, her tone almost bored as she looked up at him. Her purple eyes gleamed with amusement. "But hey, don't tear through it. Put it aside first. I'd rather not ruin these bloomers."

The man hesitated for a moment, his breathing ragged, his body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and arousal. But the succubus's words seemed to spur him on, his hands fumbling as he reached for the waistband of her bloomers. His movements were clumsy, his fingers shaking as he tried to follow her instructions.

"You're really bad at this, you know," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I mean, I've seen humans fumble before, but this is just sad."

The man didn't respond, his focus entirely on the task at hand. His breathing was ragged, his face flushed, and his movements grew more frantic as he tried to undress her.

Then, finally, slipped his cock inside her in one go, the wet and warm interior gripping him tightly as she locked her legs around his waist.

The man's eyes widened as he felt the succubus's slick heat enveloping him, her walls clenching around his throbbing shaft. A low groan escaped his lips, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, burying himself deeper inside her.

"You're so big and strong," she continued, her voice a sultry whisper. "I bet you had a lot of pent-up stress, didn't you? That's no good for a runner like you."

With a seductive grin, she reached for the hem of her shirt with her teeth and pulled it up, revealing her bare breasts to his lust-filled gaze. Her skin glistened faintly in the dim light, her nipples hard and inviting. The man groaned in appreciation, his hands immediately cupping and kneading her soft, warm flesh. His touch was rough, desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he panted, his hips starting a steady rhythm, driving his thick cock deeper inside her with each thrust. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy so hard, you'll be feeling me for days."

"Hm," she replied indifferently, a slow grin spreading on her face. "In some ways, you are right."

The succubus let out a soft, breathy laugh, her purple eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hm," she replied indifferently, a slow, knowing grin spreading across her face. "In some ways, you are right."

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, her body moving in perfect sync with his. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic, primal beat that echoed off the walls. The man's breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he lost himself in the sensation.

But then, amidst the cacophony of their coupling, the succubus heard something else—a faint, almost imperceptible clicking sound coming from the door. Her sharp ears picked it up immediately, and her head snapped toward the source, her grin faltering for just a moment.

Damn, and here I was enjoying myself…  

She clicked her tongue, her eyes narrowing as she saw someone fiddling with the door in a way she couldn't quite understand. The lock was supposed to be secure, but whoever was on the other side was clearly skilled to break in.

With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the man, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Well, it seems our time is up," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock regret. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you remember this."

Before he could respond, she tightened her muscles around him, her walls clenching with an almost unbearable pressure. The man's eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as he felt himself being pushed over the edge. His hips stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic as he tried to hold back, but it was no use.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a low, commanding purr. "Let it all out."

With a guttural groan, the man obeyed, his body convulsing as he spilled himself inside her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his nails digging into her skin as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

But her attention was already elsewhere. The clicking at the door had grown louder, more insistent. Whoever was trying to get in was getting closer.

"Well, that was fun," she said, her voice light and teasing as she pushed the man off her. He collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling and slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. The succubus stood, her movements smooth and unhurried, as if she hadn't just been interrupted in the middle of her meal. "Too bad I can't humiliate you completely since I would get in trouble otherwise."

She adjusted her clothing, her bloomers sliding back into place with a practiced ease. Her shirt followed, covering her bare breasts as she turned her attention to the door.

Finally, the metal bar gave out.

"Whoever you are," she called out, her voice filled with annoyance, "you're really ruining the mood."

The door creaked open, and Luka stepped inside, his gloved hand glowing faintly with magical energy. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before him—the man lying on the floor, barely conscious, and the succubus standing over him, her hands crossed behind her back.

He pointed his finger toward her, a soft light at the tip of his index making his intention clear of shooting if she made the slightest movement.

"Looks like I got here just in time," Luka said, his voice calm but firm. His gaze locked onto the succubus, his expression unreadable. 

"You look like you know what I am. Great, that makes it better."

"Is he okay?" he looked at the man sprawled on the floor. Even if he was still breathing, he wanted to make sure nothing would happen. 

The girl sighed, tilting her head lazily. "Yeah, yeah. He's fine. Thanks to you barging in, I didn't even get to finish."

Her fingers idly twirled one of her twin pigtails, then she smirked.

"So, what's your deal, little turtle?"

Luka blinked.

Turtle?

He stared at her, deadpan. Of all the insults she could've thrown at him—monster hunter, meddling idiot, even just human—she went with turtle ?

"You know what, it's actually a cute naming convention you got there," he sighed, amused. "Okay, follow me. I'll explain to you why I'm here."

"Hm?" she blinked as he stepped outside, motioning her to follow. 

"What? It's my day-off so I don't want to have to do this. You're forcing my hand here, you know that?"

She let out a small chuckle, her arms crossing over her chest. "Forcing your hand? Sounds to me like you chose to jump into an alleyway vent like an idiot."

Luka froze, his face flushing slightly. "Y-You heard that…?"

"Of course, it made a lot of noise earlier."

Luka groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great. Just great." He motioned for her to follow again, his tone shifting to something more serious. "Look, I'm not here to fight you. Not today, anyway. But you can't just go around draining random guys in the middle of the day. Or at night either."

The girl rolled her eyes. "So what, you're the succubus police or something?"

"Something like that, for now," he turned and started walking back to the beach, not bothering to check if she was following. "You're not in your world am I wrong?"

She arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? So you do know what's going on." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "But why should I listen to you? It's not like you can kill me anyway."

Luka sighed, already feeling a headache forming. "Oh, great. You're a dream type, aren't you?"

"Maybe, hehe…" 

Luka flexed his fingers, thinking fast. Dream types were tricky. They didn't fight fair, and if he wasn't careful, she could disappear on him whenever she wanted. He needed a way to pin her down—something that played to her instincts.

"Then how about I challenge you to a race?" he pointed his finger at her. "You won't back down from a challenge, right?" 

She blinked, then let out a short, amused laugh. "A race? Seriously?"

"What? I can guess from your attitude you like that running, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't go on random jogs in the middle of the day."

Her smirk faltered for just a second. "Hmph. You're not wrong." She still looked a bit put off by being reduced to that, but she let it slide. "Alright. What's the wager?"

"If you win, I won't bother you anymore. I walk away, and you get to do… whatever it is you're doing."

Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "And if you win?"

Luka met her gaze without hesitation. "Then you go by my rules, and I keep an eye on you."

She studied him, as if weighing his words. Then, slowly, her smirk stretched into a full grin.

"Alright, turtle. You're on."

Luka rolled his eyes at the nickname but didn't argue. He stretched his arms, shaking out any tension. "Good. Finish line is the lifeguard tower by the shore. First one there wins." He then quickly set up an invisible field around them to make sure no one would lose their mind upon seeing what they were about to do.

The succubus raised a finger. "I'm adding something to the wager before we go."

Luka narrowed his eyes. "Go on."

"If I win…" She took a step closer, her voice dropping into a purr. "I get to finish my meal…" Her eyes flickered toward the dark alley where the unconscious man was still slumped in the storage room. Then, she turned back to Luka with a wicked grin. "And I might get you as a snack after."

Luka sighed inwardly. I already know where this will go…

Luka didn't flinch. Instead, he gave her a slow, unimpressed shrug. "You're allowed to try."

That only made her grin widen. "Heh. Brave little turtle."

The succubus cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders. "Fine by me."

They both dropped into position, muscles coiled, ready to spring forward.

Luka took a slow breath. He had no idea if this was going to work, but at the very least, it'd keep her from vanishing on him.

"On three," he said.

The succubus grinned like she already won.

"One."

The wind shifted, kicking up a faint breeze.

"Two."

The rune on the palm of his hand glowed brightly.

"Three."

They launched forward.

Luka exploded into motion, feet pounding against the pavement as he drove himself forward. The succubus, however, was casual—too casual. She jogged at a slow, deliberate pace, letting him pull ahead.

Baiting me.

Luka wasn't stupid. He didn't ease up. If anything, he pushed harder.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, she vanished.

Not literally—just in terms of speed.

One moment, she was trotting along, her movements almost lazy. The next, she was a blur, appearing ahead of him with effortless grace. She didn't just run—she leaped, her body moving as if gravity was just a suggestion, her laughter ringing out as she glanced back at him.

"Too slow, little turtle!" she called, her voice dribbling with mockery.

Luka clenched his gloved hand, activating the runes inscribed into the fabric. The magic surged through him, his legs now powered with supernatural speed. He kicked up faster, the ground blurring beneath him as he closed the gap between them.

She looked back, her eyes shooting an impressed look. "Damn, you're fast for a turtle."

Luka didn't respond. He couldn't afford to waste breath on banter. Instead, he focused on the road ahead, his legs pumping as he pushed himself to the limit. The succubus was still ahead, but he was gaining on her, inch by inch.

The finish line was still far ahead, but Luka had chosen it for a reason. The road curved around the marina in a long, wide arc—winding, inefficient.

A straight path through the docks and across the boats would be much faster—if he could manage it.

They were almost at the bridge now. The succubus was still ahead, barely breaking a sweat, her pace playful, taunting.

Then, without warning—

Luka cut right.

He vaulted over the railing, landing hard on the deck of a moored fishing boat. His flips flops nearly slipped against the wet surface, but he adjusted his footing quickly, pushing forward without missing a beat.

From the corner of his eye, he caught her reaction—

Surprise.

She skidded to a stop, watching him for a split second before her grin returned, wider than before.

"Oh-ho, bold move, turtle!"

Then she was airborne.

Not jumping, soaring, like gravity was just an afterthought. She arced high over the water, landing gracefully on a yacht three boats ahead of him.

"Oh come on! That's bullshit!" he cursed as he launched himself forward, leaping from one boat to the next. His footing wobbled on a loose plank, but he corrected instantly, pushing harder.

He knew the finish line was close now, just beyond the marina, but the boats were his obstacle. Luka's legs burned as he pushed off one final boat toward a yacht anchored to the other side of the marina. At first, it seemed a bit too far for a straight jump, but he couldn't just stop. He had to keep going.

Using both mana and his life force to fuel his jump, he pushed off with everything he had, sailing through the air toward the edge of the yacht. His arms shot out, and he grabbed the railing just in time, his fingers gripping the cold metal as his feet found the hull. With one fluid motion, he hauled himself onto the deck of the yacht, landing heavily but with a controlled roll that let him immediately spring to his feet.

And then he saw her.

The succubus had stopped, crouched on the bow of the yacht, her eyes scanning the horizon with a knowing look, as if she were waiting for him to catch up.

Is she toying with me? Luka thought, his pulse quickening. Am I too slow?

"You're persistent," she called, her voice carrying over the sound of the waves. Her smirk only grew as she tilted her head, her pigtails swaying with the motion. "But persistence only gets you so far, little turtle. With the snack I just got earlier, no way I'm losing."

Luka's eyes flicked toward the shore. The lifeguard tower loomed in the distance—still a bit too far. He clenched his jaw, his gloved hand glowing faintly as he prepared for one final push.

This time, he didn't play it safe. He pushed off the yacht, launching himself once more into the air, using even more power than before. The runes on his glove flared brightly, the magic surging through him as he propelled himself forward. The wind whipped past his face, the sound of the waves fading into the background as he focused on the finish line.

He could see it now—the lifeguard tower, its red and white stripes standing out against the blue sky. It was so close, just a little farther…

But just ahead, the succubus was gaining ground—her speed had picked up again. She moved like a shadow, her body like a blue as she ran past the people. 

His feet found the hard ground once more, and he pushed himself even further, his body almost parallel to the ground.

The finish line was just ahead.

Luka pushed himself harder, his gloved hand glowing brighter as he poured every ounce of energy into the final stretch. The succubus glanced back, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized how close he was.

But it was too late.

With a final, desperate leap, Luka crossed the finish line just seconds before her, his body slamming into the sand as he skidded to a stop. He lay there for a moment, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

The succubus landed gracefully beside him with a little hop, and she looked down at him in amusement. "For a human, you're really fast, you know that?"

Luka groaned, rolling onto his back as he glared up at her. "Fuck… Why are you so fast…? I swear you could give… Alma a run for her money…" he said between gasps.

The succubus chuckled, her smirk returning as she crouched down beside him. "That's kind of my hobby, you know? Also, are you saying you know other succubi?"

Luka groaned again, his eyes squeezed shut as he sought to steady his breathing. "Yeah, and I've got to supervise... way too many of them..." he said with a hint of irritation.

The succubus raised an eyebrow, the amusement in her eyes shifting to something more curious. "Supervision? Of what exactly? Are you some kind of succubus babysitter?"

"More like… I'm making sure they will return to their world without causing a mess here…" he winced, his mind drifting back to the mess they usually caused.

The succubus tilted her head, studying him intently, the playful expression fading as something more thoughtful took its place. "So you're working to get us home? Why didn't you say so sooner?" Without hesitation, she extended a hand to help him back up, her tone surprisingly sincere.

Luka blinked, a little taken aback by the shift in her demeanor. He eyed her hand warily. "Wait... aren't you…?"

"I may be a succubus, but I'm not stupid," she replied, her gaze steady. "There's no dream magic here, no way to slip away. Without that, I'm stuck here. Not that it matters much, but I know others in the same situation."

"Whoa…" Luka's voice softened as he sighed, looking up at her. "You might actually be reasonable."

She helped him back to his feet, giving him a small nod. "Also, I have another reason for being here," she said, her voice lowering. "But that'll stay a secret for now."

"Oh?" Luka raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "By the way, the guy who hit on you earlier…"

"Right," she turned her head back to the other side of the marina. "I'm going to finish him."

Luka's eyes widened in alarm. "Wait! Hold on!"

She tilted her head, a slight frown creasing her features. "What now?"

"Could you please… Spare him?"

The succubus let out an exasperated sigh. "I decided to spare you, and now you want me to spare him?"

Luka sat up a little straighter, his expression earnest and pleading. "Please, just let him go."

She studied him for a moment before responding, her voice cool. "After that race, I need something to recharge."

Luka hesitated, feeling his stomach knot. "Can't you just… squeeze out some more from him without killing him?" The words slipped out before he could fully process them.

The succubus paused, her lips curling into a thoughtful expression. "Hm… I don't know if that will be sufficient."

"How about you find another guy?" Luka suggested, a touch of frustration creeping into his voice.

"Eh?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. "You want me to work to find someone else? Sorry, but I'm too lazy for that."

Luka groaned inwardly. "So honest," he muttered under his breath, but his face flushed slightly from the awkwardness of the situation. "Then how about I find you a guy? Huh?"

The others might be willing to help!

She twirled one of her pigtails absentmindedly, her gaze softening slightly, but not by much. "Well, fine, if you insist. I don't get why you're so worked up over some guy."

"You were literally going to murder him," Luka deadpanned, his voice flat as he stared at her.

She paused, blinking at him for a beat before her lips quirked into a grin. "Well, yeah. But I'd have made it feel good. Also, don't act like he will be missed."

"Don't act like you care about that last part."

"You're… right," she sighed. "Urgh, and I guess having you would be too much trouble as well…"

"Listen, killing is forbidden in my world," he pointed a finger at her. "I don't know how to kill a dream-type succubus but I might find out if you fuck with the lives of the people here."

"Whoa… Scary…" she recoiled slightly, her playful smirk faltering as she took a step back.

"Also, you got a place to stay?" he finally asked, already regretting it.

"No, why? I just got here."

"Okay, I'll arrange a room for you back at my place. Good enough for you to spare him and leave me alone for the day?"

She raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Aren't you just a pervert, inviting a girl to your home like that?"

"S-Shut up! Seriously, I'm just saying it's better than staying outside or something, no?" Luka stammered, his face turning red.

The succubus's smirk softened just a little as she eyed him, her expression changing to something more thoughtful. "Hmm, I suppose it is better than being stuck out here. Alright, deal. But don't think this means I'm suddenly all nice or anything."

Luka rolled his eyes. "Tsundere much?"

"No, I'm being literal here," she shot back, a bit of amusement in her voice. "Also, what's your name, future senpai?"

"Now you're calling me senpai? From turtle to senpai in one breath?"

"Well, it fits the guy who plays the part of a reluctant guardian, don't you think?" she quipped, her tone light and teasing.

"Okay, okay, fine…" Luka sighed and held out his hand for a handshake. "My name's Luka. And you?"

"Mayu. Naoe Mayu," she replied with a grin, her hand slipping into his with surprising force. As she squeezed it tightly, Luka winced in pain, gasping slightly as her grip intensified.

She smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Oops, didn't mean to crush your hand, but you're not so bad, Luka."

Luka gritted his teeth, trying to hide his grimace as he struggled to pull his hand away. "Yeah, well, if you're trying to prove how strong you are, mission accomplished," he said through clenched teeth.

She chuckled, releasing his hand and giving him a once-over with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "I'll try not to break you, senpai. Lead the way, and let's get this over with."

Luka rubbed his hand, slightly irritated but oddly relieved. "Fine. We're staying at the beach today. I'll show you our position."

As they started walking towards his place, Luka couldn't shake the feeling that Mayu wasn't telling him everything. That "secret" of hers lingered in his mind, and he had a nagging sense that it wasn't just a casual mystery—something about it felt important. But he had no way of prying it out of her yet, so for now, he kept quiet.

Once they reached the other side of the marina, Luka's attention was pulled to Eva. She was flushed in the face, holding a bowl of ice cream while a woman vendor appeared to scold her. Eva paid no attention, handing over the money before darting back toward the beach cabins, looking like she was trying to avoid the vendor's glare.

"Is this one of your friends?" Mayu asked behind him.

Luka glanced at her briefly, then back to Eva's retreating figure. "Friend is a big word," he replied with a dry laugh. "But yeah, she lives in my house. I'm curious as to what she's doing."

"Wanna check, senpai?" 

"Yeah, let's go check."

They followed Eva at a distance, careful not to be noticed, and watched her enter a blue cabin with a childish giggle that sent a slight chill down Luka's spine.

"Okay, we don't have a cabin already…" he muttered to himself, already feeling the frustration welling up. Eva didn't really listen to him at the beginning of the day, did she?

As they approached the cabin, muffled sounds began to drift out—low moans, wet slurping noises, and the unmistakable rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. Luka froze, his face reddening slightly as the reality of the situation hit him. He turned to Mayu, who was already grinning at him from ear to ear.

"Still want to see, senpai?" Mayu teased, clearly aware of what was happening inside.

Luka stood frozen for a moment, his mind caught between confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of concern—not so much for Eva, but for the poor guy she was with. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll just take a peek to make sure the guy isn't dying," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. "This is the last thing I wanted to deal with today."

With slow, cautious steps, he approached the cabin door and opened it just a crack, peering inside.

What he saw didn't make his face flush but made his stomach twist with shock and embarrassment.

"Fufu… I knew I needed more ice cream," Eva purred between labored breaths, her hips straddling a blonde guy who looked both dazed and overwhelmed. She had poured ice cream all over him, the sticky sweetness glistening on his skin as she licked him hungrily.

At least the guy was still conscious—though barely. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth hanging open as he let out weak, incoherent sounds.

Luka closed the door and walked past Mayu to head back toward their parasol.

"Hm? I thought you might watch further since you liked hearing me too… Perhaps you're not as perverted as I thought."

Luka stopped in his tracks, his shoulders slumping as he let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I want to erase that memory from my mind," he said, his voice flat. "The guy was covered in ice cream. Who even does that?"

Mayu's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Ice cream?" she repeated, her tone intrigued. Without waiting for a response, she darted over to the cabin door and peeked inside. A moment later, she returned, her grin wider than ever. "Well, I guess that's creative. But I'm not really into ice cream."

Luka groaned, rubbing his temples as if trying to physically erase the image from his mind. "She might get a stomachache," he muttered, his voice tinged with both irritation and concern. "Or worse, the guy might go into shock. Do you know how cold ice cream is when it's smeared all over your body?"

"Relax senpai. She is warming him up."

"Also, you don't like ice cream?" 

"No, I'm more of a salt-over-sweet girl," she replied, casually walking alongside him.

"That tracks. Want some salty crêpes?" 

"Why not, I need to recharge."

How would it come to this? No, it was certain that it would happen at some point. As the middle sister, she was used to it by now. 

After forming a circle on the beach with the Lilith Bros, Morrigan rotated the baseball bat like an arrow to choose her "lunch" as she called it. Of course, it stumbled upon Jerry who she suspected that she used her aura to make the arrow go on him. 

Unfortunately for them, Jerry wasn't enough to satisfy Morrigan's appetite. One by one, she called them into the cove, her aura overwhelming them before they even had a chance to protest. The sounds of ecstasy and exhaustion echoed from the cove, mingling with the crash of the waves.

"Hora hora! Give me more!" Morrigan laughed heartily, her voice carrying over the beach as she drained the Lilith Bros of their energy. Many of them were already sprawled on the sand, breathing heavily and utterly spent from the critical ecstasy she had forced upon them.

Lilith had gone somewhere, and finally… She was staying on guard duty to avoid prying eyes to see this scene of sheer brutal pleasure her sister was displaying.

Astaroth was stomping her foot hard on the sand, her sarong flapping with each step, while biting her lips. Why couldn't they just behave like Luka asked and instead decide to create more problems? She crossed her arms, her crimson eyes narrowing as she watched the chaos unfold from a distance. Morrigan's laughter echoed across the beach, mingling with the groans of the Lilith Bros. Astaroth sighed, her frustration mounting. She really needed something—or someone—to take her stress out on right now.

As if the dark goddess herself had heard Astaroth's silent plea, a figure appeared at the small rocky gap leading toward the cove. It was a cop, his uniform crisp and his expression stern as he surveyed the scene. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Lilith Bros sprawled across the sand, their faces flushed and their bodies trembling. Morrigan, meanwhile, was still in the cove, her laughter ringing out like a siren's call.

Astaroth's eyes narrowed further in irritation. "Great," she muttered. "Just what we needed."

The cop stepped forward, his hand resting on the baton at his side. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative. "This area is off-limits. And what's with these guys?" He gestured toward the Lilith Bros, who were too dazed to even acknowledge his presence.

Astaroth stepped forward, her movements smooth as she positioned herself between the cop and the cove. Her crimson eyes glinted with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Officer," she said, her voice calm but laced with a subtle edge, "this is a private event. There's no need for concern."

The cop frowned, his grip tightening on his baton. "Private event? These men look like they're in distress. I'm going to need you to step aside and explain what's happening here."

The middle sister sighed. "Look, officer, I'm sure you're just doing your job, but trust me—you don't want to make me do this." Her voice was sweet and almost soothing, but there was an undercurrent of warning that made the cop pause.

Before he could respond, Morrigan's voice rang out from the cove. "Oh, is that a cop ? How exciting!" She emerged from the shadows with a wide grin, her hand still glowing. 

Astaroth shot Morrigan a glare. "Could you not make this worse?" she hissed under her breath.

Morrigan shrugged, her tail flicking playfully. "What? I'm just saying hello."

The cop, now visibly unnerved, raised his baton. "I'm going to need both of you to come with me for questioning. And someone, call an ambulance for these men."

Astaroth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid." She turned to Morrigan, her expression stern. "You're cleaning this up."

Morrigan pouted, her lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated display of disappointment. "Fine, fine. I wasn't going to let them on the sand all day either, you know?"

Just as the cop reached for his walkie-talkie, Astaroth's eyes flashed with a sudden, intense light. His stern expression melted into one of dazed confusion, his baton slipping from his hand as he stumbled backward. "W-What's going on…?" he mumbled, his voice slurred.

Astaroth stepped closer, her crimson eyes locking onto his. "I just have one question," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Since I have to abide by my host's rules… Are you married or engaged to someone?"

The cop blinked, his legs giving out as he struggled to form a coherent response. "N-No…? What are you…" His voice trailed off as he swayed unsteadily.

Astaroth quickly revealed her true form, her wings unfurling and her tail shooting out to catch him just before he could collapse. "That makes this easier," she muttered in relief, her tail tightening around his waist to steady him. She glanced over her shoulder at Morrigan, who was watching the scene with a grin. "Don't cause more of a scene. I'll take care of Mister Cop a bit further in."

Morrigan chuckled, her tail swaying lazily behind her. "Okay, have fun, Sis!"

Astaroth rolled her eyes, her tail tightening around the cop as she began to guide him toward the cove. "Just… try to keep it down, okay? The last thing we need is more attention."

Morrigan's grin widened. "No promises."

Astaroth sighed, shaking her head as she led the cop away. "Okay, follow me," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She pulled on the cop gently, guiding him toward a more secluded area where the sound of the waves drowned out any noise they might make. She laid him down on the soft sand in a gentle manner before standing right above him.

The cop blinked up at her, his expression still dazed but with a flicker of confusion. "W-What are you…?" he stammered, his voice weak.

Astaroth smiled down at him, her crimson eyes softening slightly. "I'm sorry, but you've arrived at the wrong time," she said, her tone almost apologetic. "I'll try not to be too hard on you."

The cop's eyes widened, but before he could respond, Astaroth's aura flared again, enveloping him in a warm, intoxicating haze. His protests died on his lips as his body relaxed, his mind succumbing to her influence.

Astaroth stood above him, her tail swaying lazily behind her as she assessed the situation. With a swift motion, she removed her sarong, letting it drop onto the sand before kicking it a bit further away. The fabric fluttered in the breeze before settling, leaving her standing in nothing but her black bikini. She then snapped her fingers, dexterously using her telekinesis to remove the cop's belt with a flick of her wrist. The leather strap slid free, landing softly on the sand beside him.

Her gaze drifted downward, her eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed the unconscious bulge in his pants. A faint, involuntary shiver ran through her, and she licked her lips, her tail flicking behind her with a hint of anticipation. She let out a warm exhale, her breath visible in the cool ocean air.

Fuck, am I really getting excited over such a random guy? She quickly shook her head, her long twin-tails swaying as she regained focus. No, no. I'm just here to give him a little dream and then go on with my day. No complications. No mess.

Her hand hovered over his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns in the air as she began to weave her magic. The cop's breathing deepened, his body sinking further into the sand as her aura enveloped him completely. A faint, dreamy smile spread across his face, his mind drifting into the fantasy she was crafting for him.

Astaroth's lips curled into a small, satisfied smirk. "There," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That should keep you occupied for a while."

But just as she was about to finish her spell, his mouth opened. It was just a moan—a simple, involuntary sound that she had heard countless times before from so many different men. Yet, somehow, this one snapped something inside her. It was low, guttural, and filled with a raw, unfiltered need that sent a jolt through her.

Her crimson eyes widened, her tail stiffening behind her as she stared down at him. His bulge grew even more pronounced, straining against the fabric of his pants, and his face was twisted in that stupid, blissful expression she had seen too many times to count. But this time, it was different. This time, it ignited something primal within her.

"Fuck it," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with both frustration and desire. "Try to survive, Mister Cop."

With a sharp, almost predatory motion, she reached down and pulled on the waistband of his boxers, her fingers deft and unyielding. The fabric slid down, freeing his arousal as she leaned closer to him. She quickly pushed away the fabric of her bikini bottom and her tail coiled around his leg, holding him in place as she positioned herself above him.

Suddenly, the cop woke up from his daze, the spell fading slowly. He blinked multiple times, his mind taking a while to register the beautiful redhead straddling him. "What's going on?"

Astaroth didn't realize that his consciousness was returning and instead slowly enveloped his shaft while holding him firmly in place. She savored the moment, her crimson eyes half-lidded as she tasted him, her tongue flicking out to tease and explore. The cop's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to process what was happening.

"W-Wait…!" he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and arousal. "What are you…?"

Astaroth paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his. For a moment, she looked almost surprised, her smirk faltering as she realized he was fully conscious. But then her grin returned, wider and more predatory than before. "Oh, you're awake. Good. This'll be more fun if you're awake."

The cop's eyes widened, his face flushing as he tried to sit up, but her tail held him firmly in place. "W-Wait, I don't think—!"

"That's it, fight a bit more," she chuckled while slowly moving her hips up slowly, stroking his shaft. "You're a man of justice, aren't you? Fight the girl who is raping you."

The cop let out a grunt, his hand reaching for her shoulders in a feeble attempt to push her away. But his strength was no match for her succubus aura, his resistance melting away as she squeezed his penis a bit tighter. His breathing grew ragged, his body betraying him as pleasure and confusion warred within him.

"P-Please stop…" he whimpered, his voice breaking as he hid his face with his arms. "Ah…"

"Sounds to me you're enjoying this," she smirked, her face inching closer to his. "Perhaps this is what you wanted?"

The cop shook his head weakly, his face still hidden behind his arms. "N-No… This is… wrong…"

Her hips moved again, her pace slow and deliberate as she watched him squirm beneath her. The cop's breath hitched, his body trembling as he tried to resist, but it was no use. Her aura was too strong, her touch too intoxicating. His hands fell away from her shoulders, his arms dropping to his sides as he let out a low, shuddering moan.

Astaroth's grin widened, her tail swaying lazily behind her as she leaned back slightly, her crimson eyes gleaming with triumph. "See? You're not fighting anymore. Maybe you're not as opposed to this as you thought."

The cop's face flushed even deeper, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to block out the overwhelming sensations. But it was no use. Astaroth's movements were relentless, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him that he couldn't ignore. His body arched slightly, his hips lifting involuntarily as he let out another low moan.

"I just… My first…" he muttered between labored breaths, his voice barely audible.

Astaroth suddenly stopped, her movements freezing as her crimson eyes widened in surprise. "Wait," she said, her voice sharp with disbelief. "This is your first time?"

The cop nodded weakly, his arms falling away from his face as he looked up at her, his expression a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. "Yes…" he admitted, his voice trembling.

Astaroth blinked, her smirk faltering for the first time. She leaned back slightly, her tail loosening its grip as she studied him with a newfound curiosity. "Well, that's… unexpected," she said, her tone softer now, almost contemplative. "I didn't take you for the type."

The cop's face flushed even deeper, his eyes darting away as he tried to hide his embarrassment. "I… I never had the time," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "Work… and all that…"

Astaroth blinked, her tail loosening its grip as she leaned back slightly, studying him with a newfound curiosity. Her crimson eyes narrowed, not in malice, but in contemplation. "Well, that's… unexpected," she said, her tone softer now, almost contemplative. "I didn't take you for the type."

The cop's face flushed even deeper, his eyes darting away as he tried to hide his embarrassment. "It's not like I planned it this way," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. "It just… never happened."

Astaroth tilted her head, her smirk softening into something almost sympathetic. "Yeah, I can sympathize," she said, her tone surprisingly gentle. "My sisters and my duties barely give me enough time for myself. It's always one thing after another."

The cop blinked, his confusion evident as he looked up at her. "W-What are you…?"

Astaroth's grin widened, her tail swaying lazily behind her as she leaned closer, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. "But you see, that's a win-win, right?" she said, her voice low and sultry. "We both get to relieve our stress for once."

Before he could respond, she quickly picked up the pace, her hips slamming against his pelvis with newfound hunger. The cop's breath hitched, his body arching involuntarily as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His hands, which had been weakly pushing against her, now gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as if anchoring himself to reality.

"Ngh…!" he groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "W-Wait…! This is too much…!"

"Just relax already," she smirked. She guided one of his hands to her chest, pressing it firmly against the soft swell of her breast. Instinctively, his fingers kneaded the flesh beneath her bra, his touch growing bolder as her movements spurred him on. "Feel that? That's real. This is real. Let go, Mister Cop. Ascend to the highest of pleasures a succubus can bring."

Her words were like a spell, weaving through his mind and unraveling the last threads of his resistance. His body tensed, his back arching off the sand as he felt himself teetering on the edge. Astaroth's pace quickened, her hips grinding against him with a ferocity that left him gasping for air. Her crimson eyes locked onto his, their intensity burning into his very soul.

With a final, powerful thrust, Astaroth pushed him over the edge. His body convulsed, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he climaxed with an intensity he'd never experienced before. The succubus's eyes glowed with satisfaction as she felt his release, the hot thick cum coating her insides making her lick her lips. "That's it, surrender to me completely." 

As his orgasm subsided, leaving him weak and panting, Astaroth slowed her movements, her hips still gently rocking against him. She savored the taste of his energy, her body glowing faintly as she absorbed his essence. With a slow exhale, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring and claiming him as her own.

His cum isn't bad. I'll wring out more.  

Her body began to glow a deeper red as she unleashed her energy drain on him, her succubus magic pulling at his life force with a gentle but insistent tug. As her tongue and saliva mixed with each other, his throbbing shaft pulsed once more, erupting with the same force as his fist orgasm. 

Without even moving, her vaginal moving massaged him to wring out even more. The cop's body arched, his strength fading slowly as the fingers tightening on her chest began to slip. Her eyes glowed brighter, her energy drain pulling more of his essence and he soon felt hismelf building toward another climax.

She felt him moan and shiver against her touch, his legs tensing as another load came out which was quickly absorbed.

Astaroth then pulled back, her face inches from his. "Mmm, you taste delicious, Officer. I think I'll keep you around for a little while longer," she licked her lips, her hips starting to rock against his again. 

The cop's vision blurred, his mind clouded with a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. He tried to speak, to protest, but all that came out was a weak, incoherent murmur. She felt his cock twitching weakly as she coaxed him toward yet another release, his skin growing a bit paler. 

With a final, almost deadly thrust, his hips bucked weakly, releasing into her once again. Astaroth drank it in with a satisfied sigh, her body glowing brighter as she absorbed the last remnants of his energy. Like a broken hose, that last climax stretched on, his balls almost shrinking from the sheer amount she wrung out of him. His seed spilled out of her, coating his spent cock as more of him came out, a testament to the intensity of her drain.

Finally, she stopped, her eyes shutting as she savored the taste of his semen. "Ah… Nothing better than a good fuck to feel better," she sighed contentedly. She opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the man beneath her. "Hey, mister—"

She froze. For a split second that felt like an eternity, an immense panic took over her. She stared at the man, his skin pale and withered, his body fat seemingly drained away, leaving his bones more pronounced beneath a thin layer of flesh.

Until she saw him breathe slowly.

"Oh shit, thank you," she sighed heavily, feeling the stress coming back to her. "For a second there I thought you died." She leaned back, her tail unwinding from his leg as she studied him with a mix of relief and guilt.

Astaroth's crimson eyes softened, the predatory gleam fading as she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You're tougher than you look. I think most guys would've died there…" she winced at her words, realizing how careless—and lucky—she was. 

The cop's lips parted, but no words came out. His eyes, half-lidded and glazed, met hers for a brief moment before fluttering shut.

She quickly picked back up her sarong and held her hand toward him. It glowed faintly, covering the man's body in her own aura to give back some energy. "There," she said, her voice softer now. "That should help him recover…"

She crouched beside him, her crimson eyes studying his face. "Thank you for the meal. Too bad we won't meet again. For you, it will be like a dream you can't forget," she sighed, waving her hand once more to bewitch him. Her tail swished behind her, betraying her unease. She wasn't used to caring so much about her prey, but she couldn't just let the guy in this state.

Astaroth sighed, standing once more. "Also don't get used to succubi doing this," she said, though he was in no state to hear her. "This is a one-time deal." She turned to leave, but then she paused, glancing back at him one last time.

"Take care, Officer," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I hope both of our lives get better."

And with that, she was gone, leaving the cop alone on the cold sand, his body slowly recovering under the faint red glow of her magic. 

Luka was lying down on his beach towel, the afternoon slowly coming to an end as the sun peeked on the horizon of the ocean. The imps were enjoying a well-deserved snack after playing for so long in the water, so the mayor gave them some biscuits and fruits they had taken before coming. Of course, the newcome didn't go unnoticed, but after a quick chat, Mayu began to sleep on a chair.

Just as Luka was beginning to close his eyes, letting the sounds of the beach lull him into relaxation, a shadow passed over him. His brows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head up, catching sight of a familiar figure approaching.

The eldest of the Lilith Sisters.

She moved with her usual elegance, the soft breeze teasing at her flowing purple hair, her piercing gaze locked onto him. Luka sat up slightly, propping himself on his elbows.

"...Something up?" he asked, knowing full well she rarely approached him without reason. Either she had something important to say, or wanted another go at him, which both made him uncomfortable.

"Are you enjoying the day?" she asked softly. She had a small smile that Luka couldn't tell if she was genuine or not. 

"Good day," he nodded and looked at the succubus in red bloomers sleeping on the chair. "Snatched another one as well. I hope you'll get along a little," he finished before looking at the sea.

The succubus followed his gaze, her expression thoughtful. "Another stray under your wing, huh?" There was a trace of amusement in her tone, but also something else—curiosity, perhaps.

Luka snorted, rubbing the back of his head. "Something like that."

She let the silence settle between them for a moment before speaking again. "You have quite the unusual ability to attract succubi."

Luka let out a tired sigh. "I'd love it if that wasn't the case."

She chuckled softly before lowering herself onto the sand beside him, spreading her own beach towel. "Do you hate us?"

Luka turned to her, startled by the sudden question.

She met his gaze calmly, studying his reaction. "I've known a lot of humans who hated monsters," she continued. "That's why I'm asking."

"You come from the same world as Alma Elma, right? I felt like most people were coexisting with the monsters there."

"It's true," she nodded slightly. "But you, personally."

Luka hesitated for a moment, then exhaled through his nose. "If you're asking whether I hate you specifically… I'd be lying if I said I didn't have mixed feelings. You did try to kill me, after all."

She sighed, tilting her head slightly. "And again, I apologize for that."

He scoffed. "See? That's exactly the issue. I don't know if I can trust a word you're saying. That's the problem with demons—you never know what's real and what's just another trick."

She was quiet for a moment before smiling wryly. "Fair enough. Deception is in our nature. But if it helps, I don't have a reason to lie to you right now."

Luka glanced at her, skeptical. "Right now?"

She chuckled. "I won't make promises I can't keep."

"You'll prioritize your sisters above anything else, is that what you're saying?" 

"Exactly," she replied without hesitation. There was no deceit in her voice, no hidden playfulness—just cold, unwavering certainty.

They stood side by side, watching the waves roll in, then retreat with the pull of the tide. The rhythmic crash of the ocean filled the silence between them, neither one speaking for a moment.

From the corner of his eye, Luka noticed her shifting slightly. Every time he glanced away, he caught movement—her barely covered chest bouncing subtly with each movement she took toward him. It was hard not to notice, given the way her swimsuit left little to the imagination.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on the horizon instead. "You're getting closer," he muttered.

"Oh?" she tilted her head innocently, though he could hear the amusement laced in her tone. "I didn't notice."

"Yeah, sure," he deadpanned.

She took another slow slide, her presence looming just within his peripheral vision. "Does it bother you?"

Luka exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing."

She chuckled, low and smooth. "Of course I do. What kind of succubus would I be if I didn't?"

Then, her shoulder touched him, making him slightly growl in frustration. 

"I was wondering," she whispered so as not to be heard by the others. "Why is it that you cannot feel pleasure? It really troubles me, you know."

Luka narrowed his eyes, keeping his gaze fixed on the ocean. "Why? Because it means you can't jump on me?"

She chuckled, a sultry, knowing sound. "I feel like anyone could say that." Her eyes flicked to the imps and the two other succubi around them before she continued, her tone quieter, more thoughtful. "But no… It's because I'm ashamed of myself for not being able to see through it. I bet Minagi-sama would."

Luka arched a brow. "Minagi?"

"Our ancestor and master. If she were here, she'd have figured you out already."

"I doubt that," he smirked.

Lilith raised an eyebrow, her smile fading into a cold expression. "Don't be so arrogant. But what makes you think that?"

Luka smirked slightly, turning his gaze toward her at last. "Because it's something that cannot be fixed unless I were to die once," he said simply. "And that sounds impossible."

For a moment, she just stared at him, searching his face as if she could pick apart the truth from his words. Then, after a pause, she let out a slow exhale and leaned back slightly, her hands resting on her legs. "That's quite the claim."

"It's not a claim," Luka replied, his smirk fading. "It's a fact."

"Why is that?"

"I didn't say anything until now for a reason," he shot back, picking up sand idly in his hand before letting it fall like an hourglass.

"You don't want to share?"

"You're probably the last person I want to share it with," he sighed. 

Lilith's eyes narrowed slightly, but rather than offense, there was intrigue in her gaze. She tilted her head, studying him. "Oh? And why's that?"

Luka let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "You really need me to spell it out? You're a succubus. Secrets and weaknesses are things you love to exploit." He let the last grains of sand slip through his fingers before dusting off his hands. "Why would I hand you something like that on a silver platter?"

She smirked, leaning in slightly. "You think I'd use it against you?"

"I don't think. I know. Though Alma Elma might be the closest one to know what my problem is..."

"Why her in particular?"

Luka paused, his tone shifting just a bit. "Because I told her something I shouldn't have. I was emotional after that fight with the loli…"

The mention of Alma Elma's name was enough to set Luka on edge. He barely had time to process his words when the familiar teasing voice interrupted him.

"Are you talking about the time you told me you'd killed enough for a lifetime?" Alma Elma's voice rang out behind him, and Luka nearly jumped out of his skin as he whipped around.

"Shit! Where did you come from? How did you hear that too?" he exclaimed, his heart racing.

"The wind hears everything…♪" she giggled. 

Luka's face flushed, his irritation giving way to disbelief. "You really heard all that?"

"What was that about killing enough for a lifetime?" Lilith asked.

"That's a secret…♪" 

But the other succubus didn't like that answer and looked coldly at the queen. 

"Sorry, Lilith. But seriously, you don't want to know," he scratched his head. "Just believe me when I say I don't hate succubi in general. In fact, one of my best friends is one and I'm starting to warm up to all of you."

Alma Elma's expression softened, and she quickly patted Luka's head. "Awww… Is little detective going to miss us once we're gone?"

"Maybe…" Luka chuckled, his gaze shifting past her. "By the way… Who's that guy?"

Lurking just behind Alma Elma stood a man with bleached blonde hair, a leash loosely attached to his neck. Luka couldn't help but stare.

"Just my little toy for the day," Alma Elma answered innocently. "We had a lot of fun at the hotel."

Luka's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the man. The guy barely reacted to Alma Elma's words, his eyes unfocused, completely glazed over.

Damn, he's out cold.

Luka turned back to Lilith, trying to shake off the discomfort. "Luka," she called, her tone a little more serious. "I know you don't trust me, but… I really want you to know that I didn't harbor any hostility toward you at the casino."

Luka glanced at her, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I know you didn't. You still tried to kill me though."

"And I can't apologize enough. In our world it would be custom to reward you with sex but…" she dropped her head in shame.

"You can't. So you don't know what to do to make amends?"

"Exactly."

"Well just stay like that," he shrugged. "Until now you've been nothing but pleasant to have around, besides trying to force me into a bath with you while I was unconscious." He raised a finger and then another. "Or trying to gain my affection by getting closer to me…"

"Or trying to sneak up in his room at night," Alma Elma added with a knowing smile.

"You were also trying to do that," she shot back.

"And I would love it if you stopped doing that… Seriously, I can hear you."

Lilith raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "Isn't it weird for a man to dislike intimacy, though? Even if you can't feel pleasure, touching someone is a basic human interaction, isn't it?"

"Oh, don't worry," Alma Elma chimed in with a grin, leaning toward Luka with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Luka here loves hugs, doesn't he?"

"What?! Again with some weird anecdote you pull out of your ass?" Luka shot back, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Where did you even hear that?"

"You're not denying it…♪" she smiled.

"Who doesn't like hugs?" he deadpanned.

"He is making a point," Lilith added with a nod.

"There are some people who might not like it," Alma Elma suggested. "Anyway, if you're wondering where Succ-chan is, she is still with Sunglasses."

"Who the fuck is Sunglasses? Is that his name?" Luka said with a concerned look on his face. He really hoped no one died today as it looked like many succubi were having their own private fun somewhere.

Alma Elma simply giggled.

Before Luka could press further, Lilith stretched as she stood up. "Anyway, thank you for talking to me, Luka," she said sincerely. "I know our relationship started in an awkward way, but I hope we can work together."

"No need to be so formal, you know?" he chuckled. 

Lilith smiled faintly before turning away. "I'm going to see what my sisters are up to. I'll make sure we're all back at the planned hour."

"Alright. See you."

With that, she departed, leaving Luka alone with Alma Elma, who was still grinning like she knew something he didn't.

"…What?" Luka asked warily.

"Oh nothing~ ♪" she hummed, leaning in a little too close for comfort. "I was just thinking about how we have a big succubi hunter among us."

Luka instinctively leaned back. "Yeah, I don't buy that."

She giggled. "I was just thinking about how we have a big succubi hunter among us."

Luka raised an eyebrow. "Nina?"

"No, Vinum," she corrected smoothly. "Also Nina, just a little bit…♪"

Luka exhaled sharply. "Don't tell that to anyone else."

"Don't worry, I won't," she assured him with a playful wink.

He studied her expression, trying to gauge if she was actually serious. "Aren't you put off by it?"

"What, are you going to ask me the same questions Lilith asked you? What a bother," she sighed dramatically, stretching her arms above her head.

Luka frowned. "I don't know… It just feels like you don't care at all."

Alma Elma's smile didn't waver. "Why should I?" she mused. "It's not like I expect humans to play nice with succubi. Some fight, some run, some get eaten, some try to kill us—it's just how things are."

"That's… kind of messed up."

She tilted her head, amused. "Maybe. But it's reality. Isn't that how you work?"

Luka avoided her gaze, his expression hard to read. He let his eyes drift to the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. For a long moment, he didn't say anything, letting the distant sound of the tide fill the silence between them. Then, finally, he spoke.

"I'm not going to hurt any of you as long as you don't hurt anyone. All of you can survive without killing your prey, so I don't want to have to fight you."

"Ah… You're just like Luka-boy," she smirked, resting her chin in her palm. "It's funny."

"I feel like he was a much better hero than I was, seeing how many people trusted him. Not that I consider myself a hero anyway…"

"You say that, but we're all behaving ourselves…" Alma Elma mused, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

Luka gave her a skeptical look. "Because you have no other choice. Though… I guess some of you could get away with killing, considering how powerful you all are."

She grinned. "Exactly. But we don't. And that means something, doesn't it?"

He folded his arms. "It means you know the consequences."

Alma Elma hummed thoughtfully, rocking on her heels. "Mmm… maybe. Or maybe we're just enjoying ourselves too much to ruin the fun." She shot him a playful wink. "We have to admit, having a human who can't fall to our charms makes things entertaining. It's like a big competition."

Luka rolled his eyes. "Please, don't make a competition out of this."

He turned his head to see Vinum approaching with her usual calm demeanor, her blue eyes scanning the two of them with mild curiosity.

"Hm, so you two are talking behind everyone's backs," she mused, stopping a few paces away.

"Don't make it sound so sinister…"

"Luka is not seeing himself as a hero, so I'm giving a little pep talk…♪"

Vinum tilted her head slightly, studying Luka. "You really don't see yourself as a hero?"

"I really don't," he said flatly. "I just don't want unnecessary bloodshed. That's all."

Vinum gave a small hum of understanding. "That's a good mindset to have. If only more people thought like that."

Alma Elma smirked. "Oh? Getting soft, Vinum?"

Vinum met her gaze, unbothered. "Not at all. I don't like wasting food as well. I was talking about Myusca."

"Yeah, yeah," Luka muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Why do I feel like every conversation with you people turns into some philosophical debate? I'm relaxing today!"

"Alright, alright, sorry to bother you…♪" Alma Elma cooed, ruffling his hair playfully.

Luka groaned and swatted her hand away, but before he could say anything else, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.

"I'll have a little chat with you later tonight, okay?" she whispered.

Then, without another word, she straightened up, grabbed her 'toy'—the poor, half-conscious man still in a daze—and sauntered off, humming a cheerful tune.

Luka sat there for a moment, watching her go with a mixture of wariness and resignation. He let out a long breath, then glanced at Vinum.

"You heard that, right?"

Vinum smirked. "Oh, I heard. Should I prepare a grave for you?"

"…Not funny."

She chuckled, then gestured toward the others gathering in the distance. "It looks like everyone is coming back. The sun is setting too."

Luka reluctantly got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head before following her. "Welp, end of the off-day, I guess." he looked at everyone and opened his arms. "Did everyone have fun?" 

All of the succubi gathered her smiled and said a single word in unison.

Yes.