She didn’t waste any time as she straddled me, settling just above my hip and my still-bloodied pants from the battle.
I had no idea what she was planning.
The novel never really went in-depth about succubi magic. All it said was that they were beings of pleasure, with their magic being the most versatile among the different hellspawn that came from hell.
And now I’m here to see it firsthand.
Although... I know I said pleasure also meant smell, but how is she going to do this?
[Vital Rinse]
"Hold still."
She didn’t even need to say something like that.
Lick.
To my surprise, her tongue began exploring my neck, not in a biting sense, but more like cleaning, if I could say that.
I could feel the flow of magic in every movement. Her tongue wasn’t just washing away the surface; it was absorbing the scent from my body and transforming it into something more pleasant.
"You know, what’s the point of making me smell good?"
I laughed, yeah... I smell bad, but I would just smell terrible again anyway.
"A healthy smell is key to a healthy mind." Evelina laughed. "Or whatever..."
She clearly came up with that excuse on the spot.
I snorted. "I don’t think that’s even a real phrase."
"Shh," she said, pressing her thumb lightly against my collarbone. "Don’t ruin the mood by thinking too hard."
Her tongue traced along my skin again, slow and deliberate.
Not sensual.
Not exactly.
It felt... warm.
Warm and oddly soothing.
Like heat seeping into sore muscles after a brutal workout.
The sticky feeling of dried blood vanished wherever she passed, but it wasn’t just that. The tightness in my chest loosened. The faint metallic scent clinging to me from explosions, smoke, and burnt flesh faded into something softer.
Cleaner.
Like fresh linen and faint flowers.
"...That’s cheating," I muttered.
"Hmm?"
"Why in the world does a succubus have that powerful of a support spell?"
She hummed against my neck, the vibration sending a weird shiver down my spine. "Succubus magic is versatile. Don’t be jealous."
Her tail swayed behind her, slow and lazy, occasionally brushing against my leg like it had a mind of its own. Every time it touched me, a faint pulse of warmth spread outward, dulling the phantom aches still lingering in my nerves.
So that was it.
It wasn’t just cleaning.
She was siphoning off the stress, too.
The tension.
The leftover adrenaline.
Every lick, every touch, carried a thread of demonic energy that wrapped around my senses and gently pulled something out.
Like draining poison.
Or wringing water from a soaked cloth.
The exact spell that I thought was impossible. Something that could wash away mental exhaustion.
Although it did require a partner as a trade-off, in our situation, it actually worked out as an advantage.
I wasn’t the only one benefiting from this. Every time she licked me—whether it was my chest or my shoulder—the wave of pure relaxation I felt also sustained her.
She was absorbing my pleasure, completely revitalising herself by feeding on the calm she was giving me.
A literal spell from a demon of sin, acting as a support spell that worked both ways.
It almost makes me want to form a contract with an incubus myself if I could gain this much power...
"You taste great..." She sat up slightly, pupils glazed, magic flaring out behind her.
She was absorbing the essence of a "profaned prince," after all, whatever that modifier means.
And, well... I seem to remember what happens when a demon makes consistent direct contact with that same essence, something both divine and chaotic at the same time.
[Evolving]
"H-Huh...?"
Evelina froze, suddenly feeling her body change—drastically different from before.
She didn’t know what was happening, but I knew full well.
The system panel made sure of that.
’She’s evolving, huh?’
Well... I don’t really care if she gets more power. If she gets more power, she gets more power. I don’t care if she uses me as a battery.
[Greater Succubus]
And well... it had to be the most disappointing monster transformation known to man if I had to describe it.
Barely anything about her changed. Other than her succubus appendages getting bigger and her magical capabilities nearly doubling, she looked the same...
Not that it was a bad thing...
It just meant she was already beautiful enough that even her transformation didn’t think she needed it.
[Eye of the Profaned (Unique)]
- Demonic Dominion (Activated - Faltering)
Although... her transformation did come with some repercussions I had never expected.
’F-Faltering...?’
"Oh?" Evelina suddenly spoke up, her voice louder and more confident than before. "That’s weird... it seemed your weird effect had lessened a bit."
T-This is bad...
A succubus Evelina, who wasn’t fully affected by my abilities to keep her in check. I didn’t really mind... hell, I would even encourage what she was doing right now.
But she clearly wanted to tease me.
Torture is torture, I could handle that.
But this? Who the hell would be trained for torture that involves sexual frustration!?
Before, there had always been a limit.
An invisible ceiling.
Every time Evelina got too close to breaking my sanity, my profaned aura pushed back. Her instincts stalled. Her body hesitated. Like something deep inside her was forced to kneel.
Now... that pressure was thinner.
Still there, but significantly weaker. Like chains rusting apart.
Couldn’t this have happened anywhere other than in the middle of an examination!?
’Oh, just a reminder, we’re not doing it today. This is just to help you calm down, after all. Maybe after the examination...’
Her words echoed in my mind.
The phantom pain might disappear after this, but I definitely would be stuck with another bigger problem after all this is done.
Evelina flexed her fingers slowly, staring at her own hand like it belonged to someone else.
"...Weird," she murmured.
Her tail swayed once behind her.
The air rippled as if it had been struck by a powerful whip, not by the simple movement she made.
Pure Magic.
Dense, heavy, and stupidly smooth.
Before, her presence felt sharp. Intoxicating, pleasurable, yet enough to keep my sanity.
Now it felt... suffocating.
Like silk wrapping around my throat.
"Your effect," she said quietly, eyes sliding back to me, "it doesn’t press down as much anymore."
That wasn’t good. In this scenario at least...
Not even a little.
Because Evelina without restraint?
She was determined to make sure that, for the rest of the exam, I could only think about her. Including what comes after.
Her thigh pressed against my hip, weight settling more confidently on top of me. Not hesitant. Not testing.
Claiming.
"...So this is what it feels like," she whispered.
"What is?" I asked nervously.
"To not feel like kneeling every time I touch you."
Her fingers traced down my chest. Not in the way she used to before.
It still had her signature love in it, that was obvious, but now it came with a succubus’ instinctual desire for pleasure and without my power to inhibit it.
Before, she teased with limits.
Now?
She prowled.
"You know..." she continued, voice softer, heavier, "...I used to think you were unfair."
Her nails dragged lightly across my skin. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to leave a faint trail of sensation.
"Every time I got close, my body betrayed me. Like you owned me without even trying."
Her tail slid along my leg again, slower this time.
"But now..."
She leaned down until her lips hovered right beside my ear.
Warm breath.
"...now it feels like I finally get to do what I want." She grinned. "Think of it as a way of punishing you for making me feel worried."
She grinded her hips against mine.
I’m screwed...