Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 33

 Date

"I'm truly sorry about the other day..."

"...No, it's fine now..."

How many times had he apologized over the course of today already? He really was a sincere and good person.

Of course, she had been angry at the time, but a week had passed, so that was in the past now. She was also at fault for going along with a man into a private room by themselves. She had heard from a friend that men simply couldn't control urges like that, and looking back, she could understand it now.

Today had been spent running around to various places preparing for their marriage. From inspecting a new home to choosing furniture, there was an endless list of things to do to begin their new life together.

With that hectic day behind them, they were now having dinner together at a restaurant. The main course was already finished, and they were enjoying dessert and post-meal tea in this spot overlooking the night view. The night darkness concealed the dirty parts of Tokyo, while countless lights danced and glittered.

"What's wrong, Akitoshi-san...?"

Tomomi's smiling face looked remarkably beautiful and enchanting, illuminated by the candlelight on the table. Takada, her fiancé, was captivated by her face, swallowing his saliva in involuntary desire. His girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen in a week, seemed to have somehow gained a more mature aura.

Having grown up sheltered in a wealthy family, Tomomi was 26 years old yet still possessed the innocence of a young girl at heart. Her wide eyes held a pure light that knew no taint, possessing a cleanliness that made him feel dirty by comparison.

Yet for some reason, she looked different today. He couldn't quite pinpoint what had changed, but in her deportment, her expressions, and fleeting moments, he sensed the seductive allure of a mature woman.

(Surely not... No way...)

A suspicion grazed his mind, but he hastily dismissed it himself. Tomomi, his girlfriend who was at the absolute peak of happiness ahead of their wedding, would never betray him or do anything to destroy that happiness.

"Um... er... that skirt looks good on you."

"Fufu... thank you..."

Tomomi smiled as she said this.

She usually favored long, semi-long skirts, but for today's date, she wore a black miniskirt that clearly outlined the shape of her hips. Throughout the entire date today, he had caught himself staring repeatedly at the surprisingly well-rounded contours of her buttocks. The lines of a daringly designed pair of panties stood out clearly against the fabric clinging tightly to her hips.

"And that blouse, too... It kind of gives off the vibe of an adult woman..."

"Yeah. Until now, I've been a bit childish, so I thought I'd wear something a little different..."

The blouse wasn't her usual modest choice either; it was a sexy piece with a rather daring design. The deep purple fabric was thin, allowing the bra she wore underneath to faintly show through. Come to think of it, her lipstick color was also darker and redder than usual.

That seductive appearance made the magma of lust surge within him all over again.

Taking her to a hotel room on their previous date had gone well, but he had lost his reason, attacked her, and she had run away. Afterward, he had called and emailed her numerous times to no avail, and it wasn't until Friday that he finally managed to get in touch with her again.

"A-About that..."

Just as he mustered the courage to bring up what they should do next, a melody rang out from inside Tomomi's small bag.

"Excuse me for a moment..."

Taking out her smartphone, Tomomi checked the screen and smirked. Takada was momentarily left speechless by an expression so unsuited for a pure-hearted young lady.

"U-Um... er..."

"I'm sorry. I have to head home now."

With that, Tomomi set down her teacup—still bearing the mark of her lipstick—and stood up abruptly, grabbing her bag.

"W-Wait a second... No matter what, so suddenly..."

Paying no mind to Takada as he tried to follow after her, Tomomi walked straight to the entrance of the restaurant and had the waiter retrieve the coat she had left in their care.

"W-What's wrong? Leaving all of a sudden like this..."

Panicking, Takada chased after her, calling out desperately from behind.

"I'm sorry. My dad told me to come straight home... After all, we stayed out quite late the other day, so he seems a bit worried."

She must have been referring to what happened the other day. Mentioning her father's name left Takada completely unable to argue. Tomomi's father ran a large company, and Takada eventually planned to transfer to that firm himself. As a husband entering the family through marriage, his future wife's father's word was absolute.

"I-I've booked a place that plays jazz for later... If you'd like..."

"I'm sorry. I'll head home today."

Putting on her coat, she smiled sweetly. A rich, heavy scent of a woman drifted from her body, mingled with the sweet fragrance of perfume.

"Well then, Akitoshi-san. Thank you for the meal today. Let's meet again next time."

With that, she left her stunned fiancé behind in the restaurant and walked out briskly. Takada could only stand frozen, watching her retreating figure vanish into the elevator lobby without looking back even once.

When he pressed the doorbell of the designated hotel room, the door opened a short while later. Seeing the face of the man standing there, the music teacher wore an affectionate, spoiled expression.

"Ahnn... I've missed you so much..."

Saying this, she threw her arms around the man before her, sniffing and begging for a kiss. Opening her red-painted lips and letting her tongue sway lazily inside to invite the man in, the man pulled her into a fierce, passionate kiss as if he couldn't help himself.

"Umuuuuh... fuuuuh..."

Breathing sweet sighs from her nose, Tomomi happily accepted those rough kisses. It quickly escalated into a deep, intense kiss, their tongues intertwining and exchanging saliva just as they always did. With the act already entirely familiar to her, her body instantly melted into mush.

"Mhfuhhh!"

As her hips were groped over her miniskirt, she felt a thrill from those lewd hand movements while simultaneously feeling happy at the intensity of the man's desire for her body. She clung to his neck affectionately, wrapping her arms around him and greedily sucking on the man's thick tongue.

As they devoured each other like that for a while, the flame of lust ignited prematurely, and Tomomi began rubbing the crotch of her panties back and forth against the man's thighs, swaying her hips eagerly. Her panties, already soaked with eager anticipation on her way here, were damp on the surface, threatening to leave a stain on the man's trousers.

"Ahaahn... no... it feels too good..."

Even as she pulled back her mouth to utter sweet whimpers, she continued moving her hips, pressing her groin against him. Her expression was completely captivated and melted away; if the fiancé she had been with just moments ago were to see her now, he would surely go mad with jealousy.

"Are you really fine coming to a place like this in the middle of a date?"

With a smirk, Kenichi Mido stroked her plump buttocks with his hand. The buttock flesh of the 26-year-old virgin had grown plump and voluptuous, nourished day after day by the incubus's semen poured into her constantly, bringing out a remarkably mature feminine sensuality lately.

"No, you're so mean... You're the one who called me with a text message, aren't you?"

The music teacher's face as she laughed lewdly was completely stained and glamorized by the incubus's poison, transformed into something thoroughly alluring yet wicked. She felt no hesitation whatsoever about ditching her fiancé in the middle of a date to secretly meet her affair partner in a hotel room; if anything, that transgression and guilt seemed to be converted into a thrilling, dark excitement.

"My, aren't you already soaking wet..."

When he rolled up her miniskirt and slipped his hand from her hips into her panties, true to Kenichi's words, the noble teacher's private area was entirely flooded with overflowing nectar.

"Ahnn... because... Just thinking about you makes me get so wet, Sensei..."

She protested in a voice as sweet as boiled sugar, playfully nibbling on the man's ear.

"Saying things like that... didn't you let your fiancé—that man—have you?"

"No, no, you're so mean... I didn't let him do anything at all. We didn't even kiss."

Showering a rain of kisses down his neck, she let out a voice already pitched high with excitement. At that moment, the sound of a young woman's sobbing could be heard from deeper inside the room.

"...Ah... please... stop now..."

The voice was faint and sounded as though it were pleading for something, yet it was simultaneously mixed with the sweet echoes of someone drowning in pleasure. Hearing a maiden's panting cries—the kind that naturally stirs a man's sadistic impulses and turns him into a beast—made Kenichi's erection surge with forceful rigidity.

At that very instant, dark waves radiated from his body in all directions, filling this entire suite. Although the spread of that wave wasn't as vast as at the school, it formed a sphere much larger than at his own home or other locations.

And just like always, through his enhanced perception, he could grasp every single detail happening within the reach of that dark wave as if it were right in front of him. Air movement, temperature, sound, scent, and the details of the humans present could all be tracked just like a sonar radar.

(Why does this dark wave reach so far out in this room...)

He felt a fleeting curiosity as to why the size of the dark wave varied depending on the location, but his thoughts were immediately interrupted as the beautiful female teacher groped at the front of his trousers.

"Hey... It's already started, hasn't it? Shall we head to the bed too...?"

Saying this with a lewd smile, Tomomi pulled Kenichi along by the hand. She walked with her long legs in high heels crossing gracefully, swaying her well-formed hips to entice the man.

She had awakened to the pleasures of sex to a degree unthinkable just a few weeks ago, becoming voracious in seeking it out of her own accord.

"...Fufufu, oh my. Even Asakura-san is here..."

Finding an unexpected figure on the bed, Tomomi smiled with amusement. It was Ruriko Asakura—clear-headed, exceptionally athletic, and stunningly gorgeous—so famous that no one at Eris Girls' Academy didn't know her. Seeing Tomomi approach, that same Ruriko wore a look of utter astonishment.

"Hick!... H-Honda-sensei!! Nooo! Don't look at me!"

Ruriko, who had been in a daze on the bed, panicked and shrieked at the arrival of yet another person.

"Tomo-chan, you're late... We already started without you."

"Ufufu... Asakura-senpai has become one of us too..."

Natsuki Kurosawa and Aiko Kawashima, the second-year duo wearing Eris Girls' Academy uniforms, giggled on the bed as they spoke to the music teacher. Having already repeated such group play many times over, they appeared completely comfortable and familiar with one another.

"Nooo! Let me go!! Honda-sensei, help meee!!!"

Remaining in her uniform on the bed with her hands secured in handcuffs, Ruriko shook her head violently from side to side, her face dyed bright red. The front of her blouse was wide open, completely exposing her pale pink bra, and her fair, rounded breasts were spilling out from the cups. Natsuki and the other girl must have been sucking on them just moments before; those pink nipples, sucked sensitive and pointy, glistened with wet moisture and stood erect.

Distorting her refined, picture-perfect noble-lady beauty, Ruriko tried desperately to escape. However, with her hands cuffed to the bed and further pinned down on both sides by the two juniors, she was utterly unable to move.

"Well then, go ahead and continue."

When he sat on the sofa beside the bed, treating the music teacher like a favored mistress, the man commanded his students, who were now loyal meat slaves.

"...Alright. Senpai, I'll make you feel good again..."

"Ahhh! No more! Stop it!!"

Natsuki and Aiko exchanged smirking, little-demon grins as they crawled over from both sides to hover above the body of "Madam Butterfly of Eris," an object of admiration for the entire student body.

Even before Tomomi arrived in this room, the third-year Ruriko had been caressed like this on the bed by the second-graders Aiko and Natsuki, writhing under the pleasure bestowed upon her. Kenichi had stolen her virginity just the day before yesterday, and the shock of it had caused her to stay home from school yesterday. She had somehow managed to return to school by Saturday, only to be caught like a beautiful butterfly trapped by a poisonous spider, her body and mind entangled and dragged away to this hotel.

"Ahaaa... not there... noooo..."

Caressed on her most sensitive spots by the second-year duo who were thoroughly skilled in lesbian techniques, Ruriko found her sensual desires stoked without Kenichi even needing to use his tentacles. Even Kenichi was surprised by how meticulously thorough the lesbian technique was, gradually unlocking the rich sensuality hidden deep within Ruriko—someone who had known nothing of sex until the day before yesterday.

As proof of this, her voice held far more sweet ingredients of pleasure now than any sound of rejection.

"Aahn, you bad man. Enjoying yourself watching a young girl's shameful appearance in a place like this, aren't you?"

Whispering this with an excited expression as she watched the entwining trio of high school girls in uniforms on the bed, Tomomi sat down next to Kenichi on the sofa and snuggled up eagerly against her beloved lustful beast. Twisting her slender body and pressing closely against him, she radiated the sweet, mature body odor of a woman like pheromones.

Her appearance was that of a mistress selling her charms to a man.

"Well then, I'll make this side feel good for you..."

Burying her face in the groin of Kenichi—who was fixated on the lewd tangle unfolding on the bed—she pulled down his trousers and skillfully extracted his erection with well-practiced movements.

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