Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 9

The Match

During the lunch break after morning classes, Kenichi Mido finished his solitary lunch in the science prep room as usual. While sipping his coffee, he pondered the mysterious events that had been occurring since yesterday.

(So for now, it's just Kurosawa...)

He recalled the strange light emitting from Natsuki's body. When the red tentacles extending from his own body wrapped around Natsuki, her aura—which started as a faint yellow light—gradually shifted until it turned a vibrant, intense red. Along with that change, he could feel Natsuki progressively becoming aroused, until she finally yielded completely and surrendered her body to him.

On his commute this morning, around the school, and during his classes, he had been keeping a close eye out for other women emitting a similar aura from their bodies, but so far, he hadn't found anyone else. He had even tried manifesting the red tentacles toward Junko in the staff room, but no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't appear. Instead, a black wave simply rippled out in all directions from his body; while it allowed him to discern that she was currently on her period, nothing like what happened with Natsuki occurred.

(Does that mean those red tentacles only react to people who emit an aura?)

Given how the tentacles had actively bled into and overwritten the color of her aura, that seemed like the most reasonable conclusion for now. Even so, another mystery remained.

(Why can I only see Kurosawa's aura?)

He picked up a ballpoint pen from the edge of his desk and began tapping the eraser end against the wood—tap, tap, tap. As he thought it through, Kenichi suddenly remembered a crucial detail.

(That demon used the word "contract," didn't it?)

A contract implies a transaction. In other words, there must be something gained and something given for a contract to exist in the first place. What Kenichi gained from the demon was "power." Specifically, a sharpened sense of perception brought about by the black waves, and the red tentacles capable of inciting intense desire in women. With this, he could drive women into heat and take them exactly as he pleased.

"Phew..."

He sighed heavily as the thought ran its course. This "power" was incredibly convenient for subjugating women. Therefore, there was only one logical thing the demon could possibly want from him in return—the very thing the demon was pushing him to do by lending him this power.

(It definitely felt like it was absorbing energy...)

Every time Natsuki reached an orgasm, he could physically feel a rush of hot energy flowing from her body into his own. The lightness in his step, the rapid mental clarity, and the razor-sharp intuition that he had felt since this morning were all still going strong. If all of these benefits were brought about by the energy he had plundered from Natsuki...

(An incubus drains human vital energy to sustain itself...)

Incubus, also known as nightmare demons, have been said since ancient times to appear in people's dreams to engage in lewd acts. The male variants are called incubus, while the females are succubus, and they are said to appear in dreams as alluring members of the opposite sex to copulate with their targets.

Recalling the details about demons he had looked up online yesterday, he mapped them onto his own experience. The fact that it appeared in a dream. The fact that it seduced and lay with a woman. Even these bizarre phenomena that modern science couldn't explain made perfect sense if viewed as the "power" granted by an incubus contract. Even if, to anyone else, it sounded like a wild, absurd fairy tale.

"So that guy really is an incubus..." Kenichi muttered aloud, picturing the demon's face from his dream. That wicked, hideous countenance that had sneered with vile pleasure while violently violating Natsuki in the dream.

As for Natsuki herself, she had been absent from school since this morning.

(Well, considering how many times I made her climax, it's no surprise...)

Driven to the absolute peak of ecstasy over and over again, Natsuki had been left completely drained of strength and spirit by the end. Remembering the firm, youthful body of the beautiful girl he had savored yesterday evening and their intense, lewd coupling, a twisted smirk formed at the corner of Kenichi's lips.

If anyone had seen that smile, they would have turned away in disgust at its sheer malice. The horny beast, possessed by an incubus, was preparing to spread its black wings wide across the perfect hunting ground that was this all-girls high school.

That day after school.

Under normal circumstances, he would have liked to call Natsuki Kurosawa out again, but since she wasn't at school, there was nothing he could do. Reluctantly, Kenichi made his way to the tennis courts to fulfill his duties as the assistant advisor for the tennis club.

The Eris Academy tennis club was a powerhouse team, boasting a large roster filled with highly skilled players. Today, under a clear autumn sky, more than fifty members were out on the four courts, practicing with intense dedication.

The students were divided by their skill levels and grade years—some were rallying, some were retrieving stray balls, and others nearby were practicing their swings or doing strength training. The regular varsity players occupied the two furthest courts, dividing into singles and doubles matches for match-style practice.

On the very furthest court, two students were locked in a fierce, high-speed rally.

One of them had her long hair tied back with a red ribbon, hitting the ball with elegant, fluid movements. Utilizing her long, pale limbs to command the racket, she skillfully aimed for the corners of the court without making a single unforced error.

The other was a healthy-looking beauty with her hair tied up in a ponytail, sporting a rich, sun-kissed tan from the summer. She snapped her body like a whip to hit powerful, aggressive shots; while this led to more mistakes, whenever her shots landed, they almost always resulted in clean winners.

The beautiful girl with the red ribbon was Ruriko Asahina, a third-year student at Eris Academy. Due to her graceful bearing and her wealthy, prestigious family background, she was apparently nicknamed "Eris's Madame Butterfly."

The girl with the ponytail was Aiko Kawashima, a second-year. A literal bundle of athletic talent, she had risen remarkably through the ranks despite only picking up tennis upon entering high school. Her healthy, supple physique looked incredibly striking in her pure white tennis uniform.

Their practice match was already into its third set. After a grueling, extended rally, Aiko finally made an error at the very end, allowing Ruriko to narrowly claim victory and uphold her dignity as the upperclassman.

"Wow! Aiko, you were so close to beating her..."

"No way... Ruriko-senpai was definitely holding back on purpose."

"Still, ever since you became the new captain, you've been working harder than ever, Aiko!"

The observing students openly voiced their thoughts on the match. Filtering out their chatter, Kenichi kept his eyes locked entirely on Ruriko and Aiko's dynamic, moving bodies.

As a third-year, Ruriko was on the verge of adulthood, and her beauty was taking on a distinct womanly charm. Her naturally refined and symmetrical features had grown increasingly mature lately, exuding an almost regal nobility. Her figure was developing beautifully in all the right places, slender yet full enough to make him salivate. Her chest curved out prominently as a testament to her maturity, and her plump, fair thighs looked incredibly soft to the touch.

If Ruriko was a refined, elegantly prepared white fish meunière from a French restaurant, Aiko was a slightly wild but richly flavored piece of game venison.

Aiko, whose smile revealed a dazzling row of white teeth, was the very definition of a beautiful girl built for the summer sun. Though petite, her body possessed distinct curves, and her springy, athletic physique made him imagine just how tightly she would wrap around him.

Both possessed distinct, alluring traits, and since they were hitting balls in short tennis skirts, it was only natural that Kenichi was completely captivated. Every time they swung their rackets, their skirts fluttered, offering tantalizing glimpses of their white undershorts. To someone like Kenichi, who harbored dark fantasies of violating beautiful girls, it was pure eye candy.

Naturally, a throbbing heat began to build up below his waist, but unlike inside the school building, his black ripples wouldn't expand—they dissolved into nothingness after a radius of barely five meters.

Through his observations since yesterday, Kenichi had already realized that the "power" he had acquired was at its absolute peak inside the school building, and it gradually weakened the further he moved away from it. Of course, he had absolutely no idea why that was the case.

In any case, while Kenichi was staring at Ruriko and Aiko's bodies with the glint of a ravenous beast, someone suddenly slapped his shoulder forcefully.

"Hey there! You sure are watching intently. Do you want to play tennis that badly?"

The speaker deliberately raised his voice so the surrounding students could hear, flashing a bright grin across his deep, golf-tanned, rugged face. However, his eyes remained entirely cold and devoid of laughter—a detail unnoticed by anyone except Kenichi, who was facing him directly.

It was Vice Principal Usami. He wore tennis gear and held a racket in his hand.

During his university days, Usami had been a formidable player who made it to the final four in the Intercollegiate tournament, possessing skills on par with a semi-professional. Even though he wasn't the official advisor, he would frequently show up at the tennis club just to flaunt his skills by playing against the students.

Naturally, as a man with superior physical strength, Usami was powerful enough to defeat even Ruriko, the top player in the club. By showcasing his excellent athletic ability and mastery of the sport, he successfully drew even more popularity from the female students.

"Uh... well... no..."

Confronted by his natural enemy, Kenichi began to stammer. He couldn't exactly admit that he had been intensely violating Ruriko and Aiko with his eyes, so he instinctively defaulted to a groveling, servile attitude. It was a behavioral trait ingrained in him since childhood, one he simply couldn't seem to break.

"If you're that interested, how about I give you a match, Mido-sensei?"

Usami spoke in an intentionally loud voice, his lips curling up into a triumphant, mocking sneer. His expression practically screamed that he knew exactly what kind of vulgar thoughts Kenichi was harboring. He was saying this fully aware that Kenichi was completely uncoordinated and utterly incapable of playing tennis—and even if Kenichi could play a little, he wouldn't stand a chance.

The Vice Principal smirked mockingly. His face was dripping with malice.

The female students watching nearby began to giggle, finding the interaction between the two highly entertaining. On one side stood the school's number-one popular heartthrob and athletic Vice Principal; on the other stood the gloomy, introverted, pale science teacher. It wasn't even a contest to begin with, and they took great amusement in watching Kenichi get teased.

Ruriko and Aiko were also watching the spectacle with amusement while wiping away their sweat with towels. Both looked up to the dashing Vice Principal and knew his true strength from having played against him multiple times, so they were highly curious to watch a cat toy with a mouse.

However, when Kenichi glanced over at the two of them, he froze.

As Aiko gazed at the Vice Principal with an enraptured, passionate look, a white, aura-like glow manifested around her body. He blinked and looked again to make sure, but it was undeniably there.

(It wasn't there just a moment ago...)

While it hadn't been visible during her match earlier, it was now perfectly discernible even under the bright sunlight. The realization that there was another female student besides Natsuki Kurosawa who emitted an aura made Kenichi's heart race violently.

"Well? What do you say? Care to have a match with me?"

As Kenichi stood dazed by the sight, the Vice Principal pressed him further, clearly taking immense pleasure in humiliating and degrading Kenichi in front of the female students.

"All right. Let's do it."

The moment the words left his mouth, Kenichi shocked even himself.

The instant he looked at the Vice Principal's smirking face, the response spilled out naturally. Just like yesterday morning when he had answered the Vice Principal's question during the assembly, the words came out smoothly without any conscious intent on his part.

But it was too late to take it back.

"What?! ...Ho, alright then! Let's do this!"

For a split second, the Vice Principal looked slightly annoyed by the unexpected compliance, but he immediately set about making preparations. Leaving Kenichi behind to process his own shock, Usami called out to the club members, temporarily halting regular practice to set up an umpire. The students practicing on the other courts, as well as regular students on their way home, began to gather around the court.

(Oh crap!!)

Kenichi turned pale.

He was entirely hopeless at sports, and ball games in particular were a complete disaster for him. From elementary school all the way through university, physical education classes had been nothing short of torture, and sports days were the absolute definition of a traumatic event. He knew all too well from his own life experience just how miserable it was to be unathletic in a school environment.

And now, he was about to face a textbook athlete like the Vice Principal in a match right in front of a massive crowd of spectators.

"Sensei... you can borrow my racket..."

Aiko Kawashima said as she walked over to hand it to him. Because she was closer, it was even clearer now—her body was undeniably emitting the same kind of aura as Natsuki's. The only slight difference was that while Natsuki's aura was a pale yellow, Aiko's carried a faint bluish tint.

"...Ah, thank you..."

Trembling with intense anxiety, he accepted the racket. He had played a few times during college classes, but he was the absolute definition of a complete amateur. He wasn't even confident if he was gripping it correctly.

(Darn it... there's no turning back now...)

Amidst the rapidly growing crowd of female students watching him, he steeled his resolve and stepped onto the court. His legs were shaking like leaves, a fact he found deeply pathetic.

"Alright, I'll start with my serve!"

Treating Kenichi like a complete joke, Usami didn't even bother to warm up. He tossed the ball high into the air and, without even waiting for the umpire's call, unleashed a devastatingly powerful serve.

The yellow ball roared through the air. Kenichi couldn't move a single inch.

"Fifteen-Love."

The yellow arrow cut diagonally across the court, painting the very edge of the corner for a clean service ace. Cheers and applause erupted from the surrounding crowd of female students. The handsome and popular Vice Principal was truly exceptional when it came to tennis.

"Wow! Usamin is so cool!"

"What was that serve?! There's no way anyone could return that~"

The crowd buzzed with excitement, many letting out sighs of admiration. The one thing everyone collectively understood was that the Vice Principal wasn't holding back in the slightest against the amateur science teacher.

Kenichi, however, was struck by an entirely different kind of shock.

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