Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 2

The Contract

That night, Kenichi Mido had a nightmare. It was a terrifyingly realistic dream.

He was standing on top of a towering column inside a massive, pitch-black space that felt like another dimension. Roaring flames completely surrounded the pillar, creating a scorching hell that singed his hair. Trapped with nowhere to run, panic set in.

The space he stood on was only about the size of his outstretched arms. Beyond its edge lay nothing but an infinite darkness, terrifying even to look down into. Falling from here meant certain death.

"I have to escape, fast..."

Though he said the words, no concrete plan of where to go or how to escape came to mind. His survival instinct was simply screaming at him to get away immediately. As often happens in dreams, his mind felt clouded, stripping him of any sound judgment.

"Gyaaaah!"

A bizarre cry rang out. Flinching, Kenichi looked up to see the pitch-black sky glowing red from the crimson flames. Flying through the air was a massive, pitch-black bird.

However, looking closer, he realized it wasn't a bird at all. It had a head, arms, and legs—it was a human-like figure with massive wings.

No, even that wasn't quite right. The creature was far larger than any human and even had a long, tail-like appendage growing from its body.

"W-what is that?!"

He screamed, but of course, no one answered. The winged creature flew straight toward him. As it drew nearer, Kenichi realized it wasn't just bizarre; it radiated a malicious, evil energy.

"Hiiieee... A-a demon!"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the creature's silhouette suddenly snapped into sharp focus. It was the exact image of a demon he had seen in movies and books. Its crimson eyes glowed intensely, its mouth tore open all the way to its triangular ears, and sharp, brown fangs lined its upper and lower jaws. Its entire body was covered in black hair, and the tail extending from its backside whipped through the air like a lash.

"Uwaaaaah!"

Kenichi cowered in terror, but on a platform barely the size of two tatami mats, he could neither run nor hide—especially with the crimson flames surrounding him. The demon descended until it was right above Kenichi's head, standing tall amidst the roaring fire while exuding a sinister aura.

The demon's head was roughly the same size as Kenichi's entire body, leaving them facing each other directly. Kenichi tried to close his eyes, but for some reason, he couldn't. He could only stare blankly at the demon before him.

“Make a contract.”

A voice suddenly echoed directly inside his head. Kenichi realized it came from the demon staring down at him. Standing in the flames, the demon seemed to be observing his reaction.

"W-what kind of contract?" Kenichi asked, trembling with fear.

“You have been chosen. Make a contract with me.”

The voice echoed again. The demon's mouth wasn't actually moving; it felt like a form of telepathy, but it was absolutely clear that the demon was the one speaking. The voice was strange—a raspy, high-pitched tone that sounded almost female.

"I'm asking, what am I contracting for...?"

The demon before him didn't answer and simply remained silent.

Suddenly, right in front of Kenichi's eyes, the figures of a naked man and woman entwined together appeared. They manifested out of nowhere, materialized instantly from the empty space.

Dazed, Kenichi watched as a luxurious bed appeared, upon which the man and woman were engaged in intense, naked sex. The man had the woman on all fours, fiercely driving into her from behind. The woman let out high-pitched cries, writhing her body and shaking her plump hips in response to his heavy thrusts.

"Ah... I can't take it..."

Kenichi gasped at the woman's wanton cries. It was a voice he recognized.

"N-no way..."

Looking closer, her wavy brown hair and her slender yet curvaceous figure belonged to someone he knew without a doubt.

"M-Miss Yoshikawa..."

The woman intensely coupling with the man in the doggy position right before his eyes was Junko Yoshikawa, the English teacher and Kenichi's colleague at Alice Girls' High School, where he worked as a temporary instructor.

She was 27 years old, single, had experience studying abroad, and above all, possessed a stunning beauty and a perfect body that captivated Kenichi. Her bust easily exceeded 95 centimeters, a voluptuous volume that was clearly noticeable even over her modest office suits. Her body traced a perfect curve from her full breasts down to her waist, which tightly nipped in at well under 60 centimeters. From there, her hips flared out alluringly—a voluptuous shape visible even through her skirts that drew the undivided attention of every male teacher at the school.

Kenichi had secretly pined for Junko, harboring a deep crush on her.

"T-Right there... More, harder... please..."

Shaking her flawless, pale, and ample hips, Junko pleaded with the man impaling her from behind, her melting voice begging for even more intense coupling. The expression she cast over her shoulder at the man was a far cry from her usual intelligent demeanor; she looked entirely consumed by lust. Her upturned eyes were glassy and intoxicatingly sensual as she glanced back. Her bright red lipsticks parted slightly, revealing her pink tongue moving slickly inside in an obscene manner.

Compared to her usual earnest, intelligent, and kind-hearted self at school, this appearance and expression were unimaginably lewd and voluptuous.

"Ahyee! Right there! Thrust right there!!"

Taking advantage of Junko's undone state, the man drove his hips even faster, making her sob with pleasure. Extending his hands from her narrow waist, he grabbed her prized, heavy breasts, kneading them roughly and pinching her erect nipples between his fingers. Her pale breasts deformed with every squeeze, gradually flushing red.

"Y-yes! Nooo. I'm coming, I'm coming!!"

With a high-pitched cry, Junko reached an orgasm, her entire body trembling violently as her movements came to a halt.

Yet, paying no heed to her climax, the man continued to assault her. Undeterred by the tight clamping of her wet walls, he maintained his relentless, calculated rhythm.

He was clearly highly skilled. His rigid shaft slid slickly in and out of Junko's fully opened petals, and the overflowing love juices could be seen dripping down their thighs. Watching Junko engage in such raw intimacy, Kenichi found himself heavily erect before he even realized it.

Completely oblivious to Kenichi's presence nearby, the pair continued their intense intercourse endlessly. As he watched the man set upon her pale, sweat-glistened body like a dark beast from behind, Kenichi felt another jolt of recognition.

He focused his mind to get a clearer look at the man's face.

"N-no way..."

Slicked-back hair held firmly with pomade, and a tan, muscular body built from regular golfing.

"V-Vice Principal Usami!"

The moment Kenichi shouted, the veil seemed to lift. He could clearly see the face of the man violating Junko from behind, wearing a wicked smirk. It was unmistakably Yosuke Usami, the vice principal of Alice Girls' High School.

"How... how could this be..."

Usami was a young, capable 45-year-old administrator who was supposed to have a wife and children. With his handsome features and athletically toned body, he was highly popular among the female students.

But even so, to think that Miss Yoshikawa—the undisputed idol of the faculty—the beautiful woman he cherished, was having an affair with the vice principal of all people.

"Mm, please do it from the front this time... Yosuke..."

"Heh, you're quite demanding, Junko."

Before a stunned Kenichi, Junko willingly flipped onto her back, spreading her elegant legs wide and panting as she begged for the thick male organ to re-enter her. Her petals, thoroughly ravaged by Usami's rigidity, remained gapingly open in an incredibly lewd display.

"Hey... come on, hurry... hurry, put it in..."

With a feverish, seductive expression, the beautiful teacher arched her hips eagerly between her wide-spread legs. The way she ground her waist and swept her tongue over her lips to entice him made her look like a common streetwalker, completely detached from her role educating young minds at a girls' high school.

"Heh. You really are a slut, Junko... I wish I could show Mido, who always stares at you, what you look like right now..."

Hearing his own name, Kenichi's heart skipped a beat as a chill ran down his spine.

"Oh no, not at a time like this..." Junko whined, whimpering through her nose.

"What's wrong with letting him watch?" Usami teased, but Junko shook her head vigorously.

"Showing a man like that? Absolutely not... He always eyes me up and down with those disgusting, lecherous looks... It's completely repulsive."

The words she spat out were filled with pure disdain and hatred. It was an expression he had never once seen from her in the six months they had worked together.

"You know how much I hate gloomy men like him... Just breathing the same air makes me shudder and turns my stomach..."

The beautiful teacher, who only moments ago looked melted by desire, spoke with a face as twisted as if she had swallowed venom. It bared her dark, inner nature, proving without a doubt that these were her genuine, unfiltered feelings toward him.

Junko had always treated Kenichi with a gentle smile and the same polite demeanor she showed any other colleague.

But that was merely a facade. What he was witnessing now was the true face of the woman, and he knew with absolute certainty that this was how she truly viewed him.

"Ah, ah..."

He knew it. Deep down, he had known, but the impact of facing the raw truth was staggering.

"Ah... forget about that... please, hurry... hurry and put it in... Slam that fat cock inside me..."

"Hehehe. Why are you so incredibly horny?"

"Oh stop it... I only became this dirty because of you... Yosuke, you're the one who turned me into such a shameless woman..."

The woman he loved so dearly was having an affair with a married man. Furthermore, it was plain to see that she was completely head-over-heels for him, entirely subservient in both heart and body.

Kenichi's mind was stained black with despair and sorrow, leaving him speechless before the unfolding reality.

With absolutely no regard for Kenichi's plight, the raw, vivid coupling between the handsome man and beautiful woman continued mercilessly. Staring up at Usami with eyes that could make anyone's skin crawl with arousal, Junko ground her hips from below, eagerly awaiting his insertion.

Usami let out a faint laugh as he pressed his wet, erect shaft against her, driving through her opening.

"Hieee! Incredible!"

The moment she was impaled, Junko arched her neck back, letting out gasping cries. As if mocking her reaction, Usami thrust his fleshy sword even deeper. A white, cloudy fluid oozed from their junction, and the lewd scent of their union seemed to drift all the way over to Kenichi.

Right before his eyes, the two plunged entirely into their passionate coupling. Grinding their hips together to spin webs of pleasure, they shared deep, aggressive kisses. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Junko's sobbing moans lent an even more clandestine weight to the scene.

"...P-please, stop it..." Kenichi muttered, thoroughly despondent. He knew this vision was an illusion, but he simultaneously sensed that it was a mirror reflecting absolute reality.

Despite their positions as educators, these two were secretly trysting like this away from public eyes. Being forced to watch it in this dream somehow carried an undeniable intuition that told him it was a factual truth.

Thinking back, there had been subtle gestures and words from Junko that hinted at something between her and Vice Principal Usami. But out of love for her, he had intentionally looked the other way.

"Ahhh, more... Thrust harder... Violate me completely..."

"...M-Miss Yoshikawa..."

On the surface, she was a kind woman who smiled at him, but in her heart, she detested him as a creepy, gloomy man. Experiencing her unmasked disdain directly left Kenichi with an immeasurable sense of despair.

Worse yet, the two had used his name as a spice for their own gratification. To heighten their own physical pleasure, they had turned his affection into a laughingstock, trampling all over it.

"Yosuke... more! Break me completely!"

Ignoring Kenichi's gaze entirely, Junko stared up at Usami as he violated her from the front, whispering with an entranced, blissful face.

"S-stop... please stop..."

Her expression was that of a woman exchanging the ultimate physical ecstasy with the man she loved—an expression many times more voluptuous, agonizingly beautiful, and wanton than any fantasy Kenichi had ever conjured while using her as a mental aid to masturbate.

"Please, just stop it!" Kenichi screamed at the demon standing beyond the flames, driven to the brink of insanity.

"Ahhh... right there... thrust right there!"

He tried desperately to avert his eyes, but the display before him only grew increasingly vivid. Unable to look away, he was forced to witness every movement of their joining. His head throbbed, his heart raced, and he was struck by a nauseating wave of revulsion.

"Deep! The bottom feels so good!! ...Ahhh, I can't stand it..."

He knew this was a dream, and he knew the demon standing before him had orchestrated the entire thing. Yet, even knowing it was a reflection of reality, no man could remain sane while watching the woman he loved being thoroughly claimed and pleasured by another.

"Ah... inside... ejaculate inside me... Give me your hot cum!!"

"I beg you! Please, just make it stop..." Kenichi pleaded with the demon, tears streaming down his face. Meanwhile, Junko writhed on the bed, turning every single one of Usami's thrusts into gasps of adoration and pleasure.

"Ah, I'm going, I'm going again... Yosuke! Ahhh, Junko's going... I'm cumming!!"

Junko wore a blissful smile that melted her features into an expression she would never show at school, gazing lovingly at Usami as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Overwhelmed by the sweet, tightening contractions, Usami let out a low grunt as he released his seed deep into the beautiful teacher's womb.

"Ohhh!"

"Hieeeee!!! Ahhhh!"

Drenched deep inside with the man's fluids, Junko closed her eyes with a look of ultimate satisfaction. Being forced to look at that expression without any escape caused something inside Kenichi to snap. He felt an irreplaceable part of himself break away.

Before he knew it, he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Stop it, stop it! Please, just make it stop!"

“Make a contract with me.” The demon's voice whispered in his mind once more.

"I'll make a contract, I'll do anything! Just please, make it stop!"

“The power is yours.”

The moment the voice echoed, the naked, entwined forms of Junko and the vice principal, the roaring flames, and the demon all vanished. The world plunged into pitch blackness, and Kenichi felt himself falling into a bottomless, empty void.

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