I am Succubus!

Chapter 308

"Saeko, Mio… I just need a break. Please…" Kana begged.

"But this is only your fourth spurt. Squeeze one more out! We're still hungry~" Mio cooed from between his legs.

The two of us sucked Kana off at the same time. But he was getting soft after going so many rounds with us. Mio went a little lower to suck his balls. Meanwhile, I deepthroated his cock which was quickly getting hard again. His writhing legs kicked the sheets off the bed.

"Kuh… Damn it… You guys actually… I'm cumming!" Kana warned.

A thick load spilled into my mouth. Kana stayed true to the Mio-given title of cum hydrant, blowing all that he had left. I fastened my lips around his dick and milked every last drop. Before I could swallow, however, Mio cupped my face and kissed me. She shoved her tongue through, swirling around with mine in a sea of spunk to get her share.

When Mio had enough, she pushed me onto my back and buried her face between my breasts. A blissful sigh escaped her. On the other hand, Kana had an arm over his face and panted like a dog under the summer sun.

"Mmmm. Not as comfy as Elly's titties, but I like these just fine." Mio motorboated my chest.

"If you like Elendir's breasts so much, you can find her in her room, you know?" I rolled my eyes.

"Is that enough? I'd like to go to bed now." Kana groaned.

The door creaked open, and Erma poked her head in. One hand on the door knob, and the other pinched the skirt of the French maid dress.

"Mistress…" Erma whispered, face flushed and trembling.

"Oh, right. I still have to walk you, don't I? Consider yourself lucky, Kana. You only have to deal with Mio tonight," I said and hopped out of bed to get dressed.

"You haven't had enough yet?!" Kana turned to Mio in terror.

"Fuck no." Mio sat up and straddled his waist. "Now, get hard for me. Otherwise I'm pegging you!"

After imbibing a mana potion just in case, I left the room as Kana whimpered and pleaded for mercy. Erma waited patiently for me by the door, leash in hand and already attached to her collar. She graciously handed it to me. The two of us set off into the midnight hours of Shinjuku.

Anywhere else, and we would hardly see any people at this time of the day. But given that Shinjuku was even brighter, the neon lights and countless advertisement boards plastered all over every building, music bursting from night clubs and bars, and young adults out looking for a good time, it might as well be busier than the day.

Hundreds took to the streets, including us. Erma and I headed to a nearby park while invisible. She was completely naked and wore only the collar around her neck. The degenerate enjoyed being paraded by me. Too bad we had to stay hidden, or else we would have the police to contend with, cracking down on us for public nudity.

Erma even braved the cold just to be naked. Thankfully, within the confines of the park, the flashing lights of Shinjuku didn't bother her much.

I tugged on the leash, leading Erma behind a tree. She lifted a leg to take a long piss, probably held in since we left the apartment. I stroked my pet's ass from behind, and she shuddered to my touch.

"Ahh… The way you look at me… it fills me with such depraved pleasure. I'm soaking wet, and you have barely touched me…" Erma frowned.

"You wanted to take it further, didn't you?" I pulled out a crop whip and brushed the end along her backside.

"Yes! Yes, I do—"

Whip!

"Nnnnghh!" Erma lost the rest of her sentence and moaned. "Harder!"

"Are you giving me an order now?" I folded my arms.

"No, I would never deign to command you, Mistress. Forgive my insolence. I merely plead for your touch!" she cried.

I smiled and rewarded Erma with another strike, then another, over and over again until her ass was red. Whip marks painted both cheeks. The corners of her eyes welled with tears, but I knew better than to think they were due to pain. Panting, she trembled like crazy.

The moment I rested my hand on her ass, Erma climaxed. Her arms and legs gave out, and face planted on the ground, completely sprawled out. I didn't even realize my own hands were shaking. From the thrill of it. I shifted from one leg to the other since my panties were dripping wet.

"How are you doing down there?" I asked.

"That was… marvelous, Mistress… I came… so intensely… I'll treasure this night…" Erma muttered deliriously.

"We should start heading back. Here, put this on. I know you're still not used to the cold in Japan." I shedded my jacket to throw around her shoulders.

"Ahhh… The heavy hand that inflicts pain, then the warmth from your very own body. How blessed I am to be hurt and cared for by both." She tightened it over her bare self and shuddered.

I had brought a bag with me that contained some of Erma's clothes. We entered the park restroom for her to get dressed and fooled around a little more. Thankfully at this time of the night, no one really came through the park unless it was for a late jog. We had the restroom all to ourselves.

Erma emerged wearing shades and a bundle of clothes to stay warm in. A knitted scarf of mine wrapped around her neck and upper face.

"Does it really not get this cold in Elza?" I asked.

"Not unless you travel far north. The weather in the City of Everlight is temperate year-round. Your Japan is… exceedingly freezing." Erma slipped both hands under her armpit.

"Heh. Believe it or not, there's colder than this. Hokkaido, and that isn't even the coldest place on Earth."

"That doesn't inspire joy about your world…" she grumbled.

I pointed across the street. "Alright, alright. There's a convenience store across the street. Let's get something warm to drink and snack on."

A young man with dyed blonde hair was all that manned the cozy, high-tech konbini. His eyes snapped open watching us go in. After all, I was a succubus. Erma was an elf. He even rubbed his eyes, probably wondering if he was seeing things.

Erma frowned scooting into an aisle. They were spaced a lot closer compared to supermarkets after all. I suggested a couple of things that might suit her taste, and she went with all of them. The kind worker heated up our instant curry ramen topped with dried veggies and beef bits. She was still getting used to eating with chopsticks, but her hands were as bumbling as a newborn fawn.

Determined, she continued gripping the noodles too hard and snapped them in half. Before long, it was a soupy mess. I started laughing, and Erma turned deeply red. Even though it should be the other way around, I fed her from my own container.

Every now and then though, I'd find Erma sighing. Homesick, boredom, or whatever else, I haven't been able to get a straight answer out of her. We might both be benefiting from this relationship arrangement, but I wanted to do more for her.

The very next day, I passed management duties onto Miriam and headed home early in the afternoon to check on the cats. Mio insisted that they needed to be fed even though Kana already did in the morning, before leaving for classes.

However, when I got home, I found Erma seated in front of Shadow and Snowball, engaged in a staring contest… for some reason. All three were perfectly still. The cats were lying on their cat tree, watching her and their tails occasionally flicking.

"Uh, Erma? What are you doing?" I asked on the way in.

"We have been staring at each other for half an hour now," Erma answered.

"Okay, but why…"

"I've noticed that your pets, Snowball and Shadow, sometimes stop what they are doing and simply stare. Sometimes, for hours at a time. They are as still as statues. As vigilant as a hawk. One could even say they are the exemplars of discipline. So, I wanted to learn by imitating. If this were a battle of attrition, I'm beginning to lose…"

Erma teetered a little before falling over. Both of the cats' gazes wandered off, staring elsewhere out the window from their cat tree. I helped sit Erma up, whose eyes were spinning and head going circles.

"Ugh. I feel so lightheaded…" Erma mumbled.

"Well, obviously! You were kneeling there for so long, all the blood probably rushed from your head when you tried to stand," I explained.

Maybe it was just me, but Erma was a lot more ditsy and airheaded than I'd expected. She seemed better composed and capable back in Elza. I wondered if it had anything to do with the lack of being kept on her toes. She wasn't 'Legate Erma' on Earth, just Erma, my sex slave.

"Say, Erma? Is there anything you're interested in doing while living here? As much as I like having you around, you've got to be bored waiting around when I work or hang out with friends," I said.

"So, you have noticed?" Erma slumped into the couch and sighed. "I didn't want to pester you, but I do feel my muscles losing their firmness. Lately, my reflexes have also decreased. Japan is peaceful. There already exists a force of guards that protects the populace where I would have done otherwise in Elza. Perhaps I do need something to keep me in shape. I'd hate to return to Princess Amira and my unit less than I previously was."

"You're in luck! Because we have a lot of ways to keep you fit. There are gyms, dojos, martial arts teachers, and I can get succubi and dark elves to spar with you, too. Maybe you can take that training back to Elza with you!"

"I rather like the sound of that. In that case, may I inconvenience you to show me the swordsmanship of your culture?" she asked.

"Heh. I'd be happy to, because I happened to manage my high school kendo club and know just the people!" I smiled.

Fortunately for Erma, I had just the contacts in my phone to call. I rang up Selene and asked her to put me in touch with Gouda, the former captain of the kendo club back in Tsukiji High.

Gouda didn't enter Tsukiji University like most students who went through our private school system. Instead, he made use of his connections to join a dojo as an instructor for the youth, while also participating in competitions on a national level.

The two of us took a train to Kakogawa, a city just west of Tsukiji. Around late spring, falling cherry blossom petals would shower the streets and sidewalks. They were bare now, and a light layer of snow gathered at the edges of the city. From there, we hopped on a taxi for Shi-shi Ryu Dojo, hosted in a medium-sized sports center. Outside, statues erected of former members who entered the halls of fame stood tall, welcoming visitors in with ambitious smiles.

"Saeko! Over here!" Gouda waved.

"Hey!" I waved back. "It's been— erk."

Gouda was dressed for winter in a heavy jacket, but I could tell at a glance how much muscle he had put on. His right ear lobe boasted a gold earring, giving him a sort of bad boy look that got me going. I gulped hard and quickly fished out a mana potion to drink.

"I was surprised when Selene told me that you called her. So, this is the friend you wanted to show kendo to? And… she's also an elf?" Gouda stared at Erma's pointed ears in particular.

I cleared my throat and said, "Y-Yeah. I wanted to see if we could get her interested in a hobby."

"Well, you're in luck. This sports center is known for kendo, karate, judo, and a ceremonial style of kyudo archery. Erma, was it? My name is Gouda. Nice to meet you. Any friend of Saeko is a friend of mine. Come on. It's freezing out here, and Selene's expecting us." He beckoned us to follow him in.

We entered a large gymnasium separated into three sections. There were hundreds of people, comprising practicing members, coaches, scouts, and sports center staff, all split between multiple sports. I was floored. And according to Gouda, this was just a normal day!

Erma marveled at it all, too. She looked particularly interested in what was going on at the judo side of the gym.

"Light elven swine! I'll make you squeal!" Selene roared.

"Selene, wait!" I shouted.

Selene rocketed in and threw a punch at Erma, who blocked the blow with her elbow. A shockwave erupted from them, blowing a couple of people nearby off their feet. The succubus fired a left straight, but this time, Erma grabbed the extended arm and hurled her away. Selene unfurled her wings and skidded to a halt mid-air.

"Damn it, Selene. As your queen, I order you to stand down! Erma's not a threat. She's my— er…" I shot a glance at the guys and hesitated to say something so outrageous. "She's a friendly!"

"Relax, Queen Saeko. I never intended to really fight Erma. Yumi and Hana had previously informed me of her arrival to Earth. I just wanted to give her a warm welcome. Although… I am fighting the violent urge not to slaughter her, given our encounter during the war," Selene explained.

"Hmph. Selene, the Bloody Fist. You menaced my people just as much. If it wasn't for my mistress, I would have you chained in the deepest parts of a dungeon." Erma turned her nose up and sneered.

It definitely sounded like there was history between the two, and not the good kind. Fortunately, Selene took her job seriously. We spared a couple of minutes to catch up, and apparently she stopped working as a coach in Tsukiji High some time earlier this year.

With Gouda vouching for her, Selene picked up a job here as a sort of drill instructor. I distinctly remembered him having a thing for her… but given that Selene was interested in my sister, coworkers were about as close as he could get with her. Selene went around barking orders, getting the members into place and staying on track. One kid was slacking off playing on his Switch in the bleachers. She flew up to him, charmed him, and ordered him down to join the others for karate.

On the kendo side, Gouda and others picked up their wooden bokkens to spar. Members of the other disciplines quickly fell into their routine of practice.

Just watching them, I felt like I was back in high school again. But I wasn't the one managing them anymore. This was an actual dojo for kendo training, and they had their own sensei and instructors. Today, I was here as a guest. The same was true of Erma, who sat beside me on the sidelines. Like a disciplined soldier, she studied them carefully, her eyes fixed on their technique, posture, and slightest of movements. At least until Selene joined us.

"So, what was that about Bloody Fist? Didn't know you had a nickname like that," I teased Selene.

"Neither did I. Hearing it makes me cringe." Selene shuddered.

"It's the title we gave the greater succubus known as Selene," Erma started spitefully. "As you're well aware, succubi are proficient spellcasters. Being able to fly makes them potent ambushers, too. However, one particular succubus revelled in physical combat. Those who survived her reported that she fought with her fists until they were soaked with elven blood."

"I'd love to stain my fists with your blood," the succubus added.

"Hey…"

Both of them quieted down.

"Mistress, that combat form over there. What is it?" Erma directed our attention to two sparring men, one of which swept the legs out from the other and threw him over his back.

"That's grappling. I'm not an expert, but I only know they focus specifically on throwing, grappling, and striking. Selene, maybe you know more?" I gave the floor to her.

"Judo teaches one to use an opponent's momentum against them. It's the perfect— hmm. I have a better idea. How about you and I spar, Erma? First one on the ground loses." Selene flashed a scheming smirk.

I didn't like where this was going… When I was about to stop them—

"You seek to humiliate me, knowing very well it is my first time witnessing judo. Very well. I accept your challenge." Erma nodded.

"You're accepting?!" I gasped.

Selene spoke with the judo instructors to give them a space to spar, and they were more than willing. Erma received a few pointers from the expert, but there was just no way she could win this. At least… I didn't think so? This was her first day even seeing judo in action. 

Very soon, a lot of members had stopped to watch the battle unfold. Both of them donned judogi, the traditional attire for judo. They white, uniform in color, and consisted of a belt and canvas pants.

"Is this normal between succubi and elves?" Gouda asked nervously.

"It's usually more bloody… so I really hope it doesn't come to that…" I chewed on my thumb.

Finally, it was time for their boat. Selene and Erma entered the ring. An instructor acted as referee.

"I'm going to make you eat dirt!" Selene smirked.

"You may certainly try," Erma taunted back.

"As requested by Selene, there will only be one round. First on the ground loses. Ready, begin!" the referee shouted.

Silence fell upon the gym. Seconds passed as Selene and Erma sized each other up. My anxiety was through the roof, and I wasn't the one participating. Succubi were physically overwhelmingly stronger. Elves could only really match them with magic. Selene had this in the bag, especially since she was more familiar with judo.

Then, they made contact. They had their hands on each other's collars. Selene threw Erma in the air— only for Erma to twist her body and reverse the throw, dragging Selene's momentum into the ground.

"WHAT?!" Gouda and I blurted out.

Everyone erupted into cheers. The referee jumped in to declare Erma the victor and the match over. It was a clean, flawless throw. Applause echoed across the gymnasium. Selene clenched a fist and beat the ground. I thought she was going to pick a fight with Erma… but she stuck a hand out instead.

"No wonder we had so much trouble against you in the war. Good match," Selene said through gritted teeth.

Erma clasped Selene's hand and nodded in acknowledgement. When they parted, she raced back to me all giddy.

"I did it!" Erma beamed.

"That was amazing, Erma! This is your first time trying judo, too!" I got up to join her in celebration. "So, what do you think? Interested?"

"More than just interested. It was the most exhilarating thing I've ever done. I wish to join and learn more! More than just judo. Kendo, karate, this archery you spoke of, and anything combat sport you can introduce me to!" she exclaimed.

"Heh. In that case, we'd be happy to have you. We can take care of the paperwork right now," Gouda offered.