I am Succubus!

Chapter 274

Chapter 274Maybe I had miscalculated Mr. Isami's intentions. 

The two of us went out to eat at an expensive Chinese restaurant first. He treated me, of course. Spare ribs, Peking duck, fried rice, egg custard, black bean pudding, and more filled the table. We sat across from each other with more food than I could possibly eat between us. My mouth watered endlessly, and it was a treat to my nose.

However, I felt severely underdressed. People were semi-casual. Meanwhile, I belonged on the street in a red light district.

"Eat up! There's more coming. For dessert, we have grass jelly and sugar sponge cake," Mr. Isami said, himself not hesitating to stuff his own mouth.

"You ordered more?! This has to cost a fortune, right? Are you sure?" I asked

"Please, it's nothing compared to how much I earn. My wife and I hardly go on dates. My children are adults now, off living their lives away from me." He heaved a sigh.

"Hmm… I hope you're not about to tell me I'm a replacement for your wife and children…"

Mr. Isami threw his hands in the air.

"N-No! Well, I am seeing you because my wife permitted me to seek physical gratification. And… I hope to get to know you better," the nervous man added.

I flashed a teasing grin and wriggled my shoe off. Mr. Isami was distracted gnawing into some ribs when I pressed the sole of my foot to his groin. He tensed up and turned red, then squirmed every which way in a vain attempt to escape. His massive cock twitched to my touch.

"Is everything alright here? May I refill your tea pot?" a waitress came by and asked, but Mr. Isami was having a hard time answering.

"Yes, we'd like a refill," I said.

The waitress smiled and left with the pot. However, Mr. Isami evaded my prodding by placing an empty plate over his groin.

"S-So, how was your week, Saeko?" Mr. Isami began with small talk.

"Nothing exciting. Same old work at Tsuki. Mio's a bother as usual, but I love her. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your dick though, and how much I want you to creampie my pussy." I purred, biting down on my lower lip.

The man swallowed hard, and the ribs lodged in his throat, forcing him to slam down the rest of his tea. He continued to resist my flirtatious advances though. When the waitress came by, he asked for the check.

"Let's go see a film next! There's a comedy I've been meaning to catch, but work hasn't really left me with much time. Is that… okay with you?" Mr. Isami asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd love to watch a movie!" I replied with enthusiasm.

To say his face lit up with excitement was an understatement. Like a child learning that they were going to an amusement park, Mr. Isami beamed. A weight seemed to lift off his shoulders, too.

We finished up dinner, and it was still early in the evening. In the same plaza as the Chinese restaurant, there was a theater that operated late. Along the way, a lot of people gaped at us. Probably because I was young enough to be Mr. Isami's daughter. Lately, I'd started taking pride in my attractive appearance. It helped when people constantly complimented me.

Our pairing drew the eyes of countless envious men. It might be late at night, but downtown Tsukiji was buzzing with activity after the sun went down. The way I was dressed, they likely thought I was one of many escorts picked off the streets. I wondered if that was Mr. Isami's intention.

A couple of men were headed in the opposite direction as us. Mr. Isami squeezed my ass, making a show of it to them. His fingers bit into one cheek, and he even brushed against my gushing pussy. Every pleasure nerve in me pulsed. Having him do this to me in public, where anyone could see, was too exciting. I was getting so wet, my underwear must be completely already. I wanted his dick. I wanted it wrecking me from the inside now.

After buying two movie tickets, Mr. Isami tried to offer to buy me snacks. Naturally, I declined since we already ate. We skipped the concessions for the dark auditorium, which was currently playing commercials before the film actually starts. Only a few people were present. This movie had been out for a while after all. Most people who wanted to see it already did. The two of us shuffled to our seats at the center, giving us a perfect view of the big screen.

Buttons on the side of our seats allowed us to recline to an almost lying-down position. The armrest could also be lifted to connect two seats together. Talk about fancy.

Before the movie started, I thought to get some action in, but my date was sighing at his phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Mr. Isami shoved his phone back into his pocket just as the movie began.

We were only thirty minutes into the movie, and Mr. Isami was completely engrossed. I, on the other hand, didn't really register a single thing that was happening on the screen. I was getting hornier by the second. Unable to control my urges any longer, I started stroking his crotch.

"S-Saeko, this isn't the best time!" Mr. Isami whispered.

"But I'm so hungry. I want your dick now." I pouted.

In spite of the protests, Mr. Isami didn't resist me unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. The massive thing was hard and erect already from my touch. It was dark, too, so no one could see what we were doing.

After a quick glance, no one had taken notice. There was hardly anyone here anyway except for a trio in the front seats below. One guy had even fallen asleep.

I climbed on top of Mr. Isami and straddled my waist over his dick. Thanks to the new lingerie having an opening in the underwear, I didn't need to pull it off. Slowly but surely, the massive member plunged into my pussy until the tip bumped the entrance to my womb. Pleasure rippled through me in quaking waves, and I orgasmed right there.

"You're so much… tighter than usual…" He winced, clearly going through pangs of pleasure himself.

"Nnh… That's because I've been waiting for this all week. Just keep… watching the movie. I'll make you feel good in the meantime," I whispered.

While his eyes were fixed on the movie, I pumped my hips quietly. The urge to go wild was great, but getting caught doing this might ruin both our social lives. My body was on fire. His dick threatened to split me open. Even though I was supposed to do this gently, my hips moved on their own and slammed faster, harder, and more frenzied.

Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap… Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Wait, wait, wait! You're going too fast! Someone might hear!" Mr. Isami warned.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, I stuck my tongue into his mouth and made out with him. A man in the far back took notice of us but pretended not to stare. I lifted a finger up to my lips and winked. 

"Shaeko… thish ish getting out of… hand…!" Contrary to his words, he wrapped both arms behind my back and began to move his hips to my rhythm.

"Hehe… Your dick thinks otherwise. I can feel it twitching inside me… You're about to cum, aren't you? Cum inside me! Pour your middle-aged seed into my young womb~" I coaxed him, and he blew a massive load into me.

Everything flashed white. Piping hot cum filled me to the brim, and the feeling of his sticky white stuff brought me to another climax.

"Ahh… mmm… Your dick feels so good… I can't get enough of it…" I panted.

We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Me, slowly riding him, and him repeatedly shooting his seed inside me. Some poor cleaner would have to deal with all the cum on the seat and floor. The man from the upper row hastily hobbled out as soon as the movie ended, using an empty bag of popcorn to hide his erection.

I'd lost feeling in my hips and legs, so Mr. Isami gave me a piggyback ride. My nipples were so stiff, there was no way he didn't feel them, especially with me pressing my chest to his back.

"So, what's next after the movie?" I asked as we emerged from the theater into the chilly night.

"I'm thinking we should turn in for the night. I-I had fun! Even though you were mostly asking for sex the whole time," Mr. Isami said and let me down on the sidewalk.

Done? Already? My throbbing pussy, stained white by his seed, still wanted more. I looked up and down the sidewalk. We were at a fairly deserted section of the plaza.

"You probably didn't notice since the theater was dark, but…" I pulled my booty shorts down and my shirt up, revealing the erotic lingerie underneath. "I put this on just for you. Are you sure you don't want to continue this at a love hotel?"

Mr. Isami's eyes went wide. The instincts of a man got the better of him. He hailed a cab, and we went to the closest love hotel. For the remainder of the night, the two of us fucked like animals. It was as if he regained his youthful vigor, taking me like a boy who had first discovered the pleasures of sex.

Hours in, Mr. Isami was pumping into me doggystyle from behind. My face was buried in the pillow. He pulled on my hair, sending pleasure coursing over me again. I noticed the analog clock on the nightstand. It was a little past midnight.

I reached for my discarded clothes on the ground and picked up the time dilation device pocket watch Gerdell gave me. 

"What's that?" Mr. Isami asked while fucking me.

"This is going to give us more time. What do you say to… rewinding to when we just arrived at the love hotel and doing this again?" I suggested.

"Magic doesn't make sense to me, but I like the sound of that. You make me feel so young again, Saeko! Let's do it. I'm going to have sex with you like I'm trying to get you pregnant then!" he exclaimed, thrusting into me with more fervor.

"Ahhh! Yes! Fuck me like an animal!" 

My lingerie didn't survive the night. He tore it to shreds, and the fabric laid strewn all over the floor. We rewinded several times, and each time we did things a little differently and kinkier. It took a bit of convincing for him to be rough. When he finally found the courage, he squeezed my breasts, bit my nipples, and spanked my ass red. I loved every second of it, and we went at it until we passed out.

In the morning, after our long night of indulging in animalistic instincts, Mr. Isami skittishly apologized for being too rough while we waited for a cab home.

"Every time you cried out, I was afraid I'd hurt you!" Mr. Isami exclaimed.

"Believe me, you can't hurt a succubus. You can be even rougher with me if you want~" I winked.

"Oh…" He gulped. "Maybe next time. Will there… be a next time?"

I leaned up to kiss him tenderly and felt my heart soar, pussy throb, and nipples stiffening.

"Of course." I smiled coquettishly.

We took separate taxis home, since we lived on opposite ends of the city. I went home with a limp in my gait, but brimming in the afterglow of good sex. The amount of lust Mr. Isami provided to me was like a buffet of gourmet food. Perfect for my insatiable appetite.

"So, how was your date?" Mio grinned as soon as I came home, already on my ass for the juicy details.

"Why do I have to tell you? It… It was okay. Ended up using the time dilation device to give us an extra day for ourselves," I replied shyly.

"Ooooh. Tell me more! And, of course you gotta tell me. This is your slut arc we're talking about!" she exclaimed.

"Stop calling it that! You're making me feel weird!" I slipped past Mio and entered my room.

Although yesterday's night out was great and satisfying in more ways than one, I couldn't help but feel it turned out wasteful. As I stood underneath the shower head, warm waters cascading down my body, different scenarios of my future replayed in my mind.

I'd come far in life. As Japan's provisional ambassador to Elza, I represented dark elves, succubi, and possibly other races who might eventually immigrate here. My work would usher in an era never before seen on Earth. I should be proud. What more could I hope to achieve? There was like a hole in me that couldn't be filled. Not in the normal way that I preferred anyway.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I checked my phone first. Mr. Isami had sent me a flirty text about wanting to do it again next week. I returned a text telling him I looked forward to it. Gerdell's time dilation device slipped from my pocket as I tossed last night's outfit into the basket. I was beginning to wonder if she actually wanted me to keep this thing. My mind wandered back to all the people Mio had invited for the sole purpose of giving me an orgy. Only Mr. Isami came out of it becoming a regular of mine now. 

Actually, how was Kameshiro doing? He came out of it with some trauma. There was no urge or desire to see him at all, but I did remember egging him on to finally get a job. I got dressed and went out to the living room just as Mio was about to jump off the balcony.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Just got a call from Hacchan to hang out! You wanna come?" Mio offered.

"Oh, actually… I was thinking about going to hang out with someone, too. You coming back for dinner?"

"Yep. Hey, hey! Order some of that spicy hot pot. I wanna stuff myself with something spicy tonight," she insisted.

Hopefully, that tongue of hers wouldn't come anywhere near me afterwards…

The two of us went our separate ways. I left the car at home to avoid running into traffic. Flying had its perks. I arrived at Kameshiro's apartment fairly quickly. A woman coming out of her place as I landed panicked, but she shuffled off in haste. The last I remembered of Kameshiro, he was going through trauma of being kidnapped by the muwa-muwa. With any luck, he wasn't freaking out anymore.

"Kameshiro! It's me, Saeko! You in there?" I asked and knocked on the door.

"Saeko? The hell are you doing here? Doesn't matter. Just go away!" Kameshiro shouted back.

"To make sure you picked up a job. Remember our arrangement?" I folded my arms.

Kameshiro tensed up. He tried to slam the door on me, but I wedged my foot in. One light push knocked him reeling back. As soon as I entered, Kameshiro had armed himself with a cushion and gaming controller.

"Give up. My strength as a succubus far exceeds even the strongest human man. Heck, I can just charm you into obeying me," I said.

"I'm not going to work. You can't make me— I mean… you can, with your succubus bullshit. But I'll just quit the second your magic wears off!" Kameshiro exclaimed.

Sighing, I exerted my control on Kameshiro and ordered him to sit obediently on the couch. I closed the door behind me and stood over him.

The apartment was still a mess. When I was here last, I did a little bit of cleaning. Unfortunately, it had returned to its original state yet somehow worse. Clothes were stacked up in a hamper, with a few articles spilling off the side. A pile of trash in the bin had attracted a couple of flies. If that wasn't dealt with soon, this place would be infested.

"Sorry about being heavy-handed about this. I really want to help you, even though you're sleazy and kind of don't deserve it. I have control over your body, but I'm going to give you a chance to answer of your own volition. Why don't you want to get a job?" I asked.

"It's just…" Kameshiro gritted his teeth. "Having a boss sucks. Writing cover letters and sending resumes suck. Interviews especially suck! My pops gets my foot in the door a lot, but I always… fumble in the interview."

By contrast, I never had a problem with interviews. No interviewer alive could put more pressure on me than my parents ever had. Being able to talk with people of higher authority than me also came naturally. Come to think of it though, high school never really prepared us for adult life and what entailed. Tsukiji High prepared us for college, where we would have had a smoother transition. Maybe…

"It sounds like interviews are where you're stuck. What if I help coach you?" I offered.

"You'd do that for me?" Kameshiro gasped.

I shrugged. It wasn't a big deal.

"Could… we also have sex?" he asked.

"Seriously?" I groaned.

In the end, I was willing to give Kameshiro a blowjob as encouragement. But only after every coaching session. We started with the basics. Introductions and a proper bow. First impressions were important. Japan held workplace hierarchy to near religious levels of zeal.

Every time Kameshiro bowed though, it was half-hearted and oozing with disgruntledness. He was never going to make it to an interview, let alone pass it. I had him bow over and over again, but we weren't making any progress. An hour passed, and if I didn't know better, I'd think his back was messed up.

"This isn't working. Are you doing it on purpose?" I sighed.

"No! I mean… Look, bowing is so stupid. Literally everyone else in the world shakes hands instead. Can't you just mind control the interviewers into giving me a job?" Kameshiro asked.

"Then I'd have to keep those same people charmed for the rest of their lives! They also won't be very happy about it if the effect ever ends. That's one way to ruin the rest of our life in the working world. Wait… Kameshiro, stand up and bow 90 degrees for me."

My aura extended to him and seized hold of his body. Resistance showed in his posture in the form of extreme stiffness. Even his demeanor wrinkled with disgust. However, it was working. He bowed at the perfect angle when meeting with someone like an interviewer.

"See, you can do it if you try!" I applauded.

"Damn it, Saeko! This isn't what I was hoping for!" Kameshiro growled.

I ended the effects, and he snapped upright. A peeved demeanor adorned his face. He folded both arms, pouted, and planted his ass on the couch like a tantruming child.

"I'm not continuing unless you give me a blowjob," he demanded.

"God, you really are a child… Fine. Whip your dick out," I relented.

At least that, Kameshiro was gung-ho about. He quickly pulled his pants down, and a very mediocre penis sprung out in full mast. I went down on him, twirling my tongue around the sensitive glans and coating the entire shaft in saliva. Kameshiro leaned back against the couch, resting a hand on the base of one of my horns.

To my surprise, this felt like a chore. After being messed up by Mr. Isami, no other dick could compare anymore. Previously, Kameshiro emitted a lust compatible enough to match Kana's. If only for a brief while. I didn't catch the same scent anymore, even with his dick in my mouth. This didn't even stoke my hunger—

Wait, my hunger?

"I'm not hungry!" I exclaimed.

"What are you yelling about so suddenly?!" Kameshiro gasped.

"This! Your dick. It isn't turning me on. Usually, anything and anyone would do. I wonder why?"

"Hey… That's pretty hurtful. I have feelings, too!" he cried.

I sucked Kameshiro to climax in a matter of seconds. My technique had only gotten better. He ejaculated down my throat, and I licked clean his dick.

"There's your blowjob. Back to interview training. The next step: answering questions," I said.

"Uh… Can I get a second one for encouragement?" Kameshiro asked nervously.

My eyes flashed with fury, and he dropped the idea right away.