Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 39

 Frustration and Ambition

Usami, the vice-principal of Eris Girls' Academy, was irritated.

Lately, nothing seemed to be going his way, making for an utterly frustrating and vexing daily life.

At the top of that list was the fact that he had lost a tennis match to an unpromising science teacher and ended up hospitalized as a result. Just remembering that incident made his blood boil.

Moreover, the entire student body knew about it. His attempt to humiliate the science teacher in front of everyone had completely backfired.

(Damn it!)

Even as he walked down the hallway, he felt as though the students' gazes weren't filled with their former admiration, but rather laced with mockery and disdain. Though it was honestly just in his head, to Usami—a man who had never known failure in life and whose pride was inflated beyond measure—even the smiles of the students passing him in the hallway on crutches felt like they were making a fool of him.

Furthermore, he was worried about Junko Yoshikawa, an English teacher who was also his secret mistress and lover.

Ever since his injury, they hadn't exchanged a single proper conversation, and their contact had virtually vanished. Despite having loved each other and poured their desires out so intensely, her attitude lately had completely changed, and her gaze and demeanor toward him felt distant and aloof.

(What is the meaning of this...)

She often failed to reply to his emails, and since Usami hesitated to constantly message her on his own accord, he couldn't get in touch as he wished, leaving him unable to comprehend his mistress's sudden change in attitude. He longed to summon her to a hotel as usual and talk things over directly, but in his current condition, he would draw unwanted attention anywhere he went, making that impossible.

Recalling Junko's still-stunning beauty as an attractive woman when he saw her in the staff room this morning, his desire flared up anew within his body.

Her narrow, slanting eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses possessed both intelligence and sensuality, and being gazed upon by them was thrillingly seductive. Her slightly full lips were plump and always seemed slightly upturned, as if longing to hold something.

Yet, as wonderful as her beauty was, Usami believed Junko's true masterpiece was her body.

When he stripped bare that body he had long set his sights on, its sheer magnificence had excited him—a man accustomed to dealing with women—like a middle-school boy.

Her 96-centimeter bust jutted forward in defiance of gravity, forming a perfect spindle shape. The waist below it was wasp-thin, while her white hips curved out with firm, voluptuous fullness.

And the intricate structure of her internal anatomy felt like a miracle bestowed by the gods. He had to fight desperately to hold back his ejaculation, feeling as though his experienced self had been reverted to a virgin. Remembering the exquisite bliss of that sweet reproductive organ, the erection inside his trousers began to throb with heat.

(Surely she hasn't found another man, has she?)

She was far too attractive a woman. No other man would ever leave her alone. What if she had given that body to another man...? Just thinking that far drove him nearly insane with jealousy. She was an absolute supreme woman he had finally managed to claim. He wanted to enjoy her more and more.

He remained vigilant for any suspicious changes, though the only saving grace was that no such signs had appeared yet.

(Come to think of it, Honda-sensei has changed too...)

Upon seeing Tomomi Honda, the part-time music teacher, he had been startled by her transformation.

In the short time he hadn't seen her, the once-chaste and refined young lady had blossomed like a pupa turning into a beautiful, even more alluring butterfly. Although her hair remained styled up in a neat chignon, her gestures and fleeting expressions radiated a sensuality that made it clear this beauty had finally known a man. It wasn't particularly surprising, given that she supposedly had a fiancé with a wedding fast approaching.

Previously, Tomomi often wore refined, ladylike attire such as flared skirts, but the sight of her this morning—seen for the first time in a while—was entirely different.

Her blouse featured a daringly deep neckline, clinging tightly to her physique. Her skirt was a black tight skirt, slightly too short for a teacher, which also clung snugly to her well-rounded hips, clearly outlining the lines of her underwear beneath.

He had always thought she was an attractive woman, but seeing Tomomi undergo such a complete image makeover thoroughly stoked Usami's beastly desires.

(Still, she seemed to be on good terms with Mido—that guy...)

While morning assembly concluded and various teachers moved to their respective homeroom classes, Kenichi and Tomomi, who had no homeroom responsibilities, remained behind in the staff room. Amidst that, Usami had witnessed the two of them whispering together secretively in the corner of the staff room. Moreover, Tomomi had gone out of her way to approach the science teacher, speaking to him with a delighted expression.

Gloomy, dark, and timid, the science teacher was not only unpopular among students, but his reputation among the faculty—especially female teachers—was dismal. Seeing the science teacher, who should have been the absolute least popular among women, chatting amiably with a beautiful teacher caused a pitch-black emotion to boil up within Usami, which he struggled to suppress.

(That guy alone is unforgivable. I'll drive him out for sure...)

He hadn't liked him from the very start.

Though he had reluctantly accepted him due to the recommendation of Kenichi's uncle, who was a school board member, hiring a third-rate university graduate with neither experience nor achievements was out of the question. There was no overt reason just yet, but the moment an opportunity presented itself, he would dismiss him without hesitation.

The time was just after the second period had begun. Sitting alone at his desk in the staff room, Usami burned with dark, resentful passions as he looked down at his cast-wrapped leg.

Kenichi Mido, the science teacher at Eris Girls' Academy, was grinning broadly.

(Oh ho... He's completely sulking away, isn't he...)

The black waves emanating from his body enveloped the entire school once again today, feeding information back to Kenichi about the students and teachers within. While he couldn't directly see or hear them in real-time, he could perceive precisely what was happening as if it were right before his eyes.

Since it was during the second-period class, the students and most teachers were right in the middle of their lessons. Even from this distant science preparation room, Kenichi could clearly perceive the vice principal, Usami, sitting alone in the staff room, steadily building up dark resentment and lust within his heart.

(Seems like he's built up quite a bit of frustration...)

Unable to arrange secret trysts with his mistress, Junko Yoshikawa, Usami was thoroughly irritated. That frustration had turned to poison within his body, shifting all his thoughts toward negativity.

He had grown hypersensitive to the words, actions, and attitudes of students and teachers alike, falling deep into paranoia. He grew easily angered over trifles, obsessed over minor details, reprimanded students for trivialities, and scolded fellow teachers. That endless cycle alienated those around him further, and his isolation only fueled his rage.

Usami had fallen into a classic negative spiral. While Kenichi had set the initial catalyst in motion, the rest was entirely Usami's own doing.

(Speaking of frustration, Junko—that woman—is likely the same...)

Kenichi accurately deduced that Junko Yoshikawa, who currently taught third-year reading, was also suffering from mounting frustration. Having gone just a few weeks without sexual intercourse, she was completely at a loss as to what to do with her voluptuous, ripe body.

Even under such circumstances, the reason Junko hadn't contacted her affair partner, Usami, was simple. She was merely sulking.

Having secretly visited the hospital out of concern for the injured vice principal, Junko had seen Usami cheerfully and affectionately laughing alongside his beautiful wife, leaving her feeling miserable and turning back without a word. Ever since, though the desire to see him lingered, that dark memory of his happy smiling face stood in her way, causing her to ignore his incoming emails entirely.

(I want to make her take it into that mouth of hers again...)

Catching a glimpse of Junko's full lips during morning assembly this morning, Kenichi was gripped by the desire to plunge his erect member straight between them and ejaculate to his heart's content. That fantasy sent a massive surge of blood rushing toward the throbbing erection in his trousers.

"Ahnn... it's gotten huge and hard, Guh... You're thinking about another girl again, aren't you? How hateful..."

Pulling his saliva-slicked, slimy pillar of flesh from her mouth, Tomomi Honda, the music teacher, glared at him sweetly with a hazy, dazed expression. It had been over thirty minutes since she had crawled under the desk to begin servicing him, yet she still didn't seem to have had enough.

"I'll milk you dry so you won't be able to have sex with any other girls..."

With those words, she gave a lewd lick of her lips before parting her red mouth once more, sliding her lips over the tip and taking him deep inside.

Having grown completely accustomed to such acts, Tomomi's fellatio was now the most skillful among Kenichi's meat slaves. The upper-class young lady, who had secretly harbored a perverted fetish for oral service all along, had now fully unleashed her inclinations and was satisfying her desires to her heart's content.

Closing her dreamy eyes in rapturous bliss, Tomomi held the beloved candy of flesh in her mouth and slowly savored it with her tongue. Indenting her cheeks, she sucked with wet, slurping sounds, sipping up the pre-ejaculatory fluid overflowing from the tip with her tongue tip. She even went so far as to probe and twist her tongue around the urinary meatus with playful persistence.

"Oooouh!"

A pink aura radiated from the entire body of Tomomi as she serviced his groin. Because a single red tentacle was attached directly to her mouth, pinpointing and dyeing that specific area red, Tomomi's oral sensitivity had been heightened to an extraordinary degree.

(I wonder what this aura actually is?)

Squinting his eyes at the intense oral service from his fellow teacher, Kenichi tapped the desk thoughtfully with the back of a ballpoint pen.

(Why do some people emit an aura while others don't?)

Ever since that day, he had walked through streets, crowds, train stations, and underground malls, yet he hadn't been able to spot anyone outside of the five individuals currently in this school.

(If only Yoshikawa-sensei had an aura too...)

If that happened, he would ravage that admired female teacher without delay. He could finally vent the dark passions he had harbored toward that mouth-watering body ever since he started working at this school.

(Is there some specific trigger that causes an aura to appear?)

If he understood that, he could increase his female slaves entirely of his own volition. He could claim Junko, and theoretically even actresses or idols if they possessed an aura.

In Natsuki's case, it had suddenly become visible, and the same went for Aiko, Ruriko, and Rio.

The sole exception was Tomomi, who was currently servicing him so eagerly; in her case, he had gained the ability to invade her dreams even before her aura became visible. After making her use her mouth and swallow his semen in her dreams several times, her aura suddenly materialized one day.

(For now, should I wait for an aura to appear, or wait until I can enter their dreams...)

Either way, unless he understood the catalyst, all he could do was patiently wait for the moment to arrive. Based on past events, a new aura-bearing individual appeared roughly once every week.

(Well, I'll make her my prey eventually anyway...)

Recalling Junko's intellectual face behind metal-frame glasses, the male organ being pampered inside Tomomi's mouth surged upward with a firm throb.

"Ah, Sensei... Does it feel good? I'll do it even better for you..."

Licking her lips playfully, the music teacher buried her face back into his groin, bobbing her head up and down with wet, persistent strokes to caress the penis of the man she loved.

Whenever they had no classes, she kept him deep inside her mouth like this. Tomomi, who loved drinking semen, would endlessly perform fellatio, swallow her fill, and then head off to teach her classes reeking strongly of semen.

"Mufuuuuuuu! Amuuuuu..."

With her oral sensitivity heightened by the red tentacle, Tomomi experienced light, repeated climaxes simply from performing fellatio. Her black shorts, made of thin material, failed to absorb the overflowing love juices, allowing them to trickle down her thighs.

Reaching out to casually plunge his hand inside Tomomi's blouse, he kneaded her swelling breasts over her black, sexy lace bra. Having been repeatedly infused with the succubus's seed, those swellings had grown noticeably larger than before.

"Mufuuuuuuu!"

Reaching an orgasm from that alone, the music teacher shook her body in fine tremors while desperately puckering her lips, sucking greedily and making slurping sounds upon the beloved succubus's engorged pillar.

Biometric energy flowed continuously from Tomomi's body into his. Each time it did, the black birthmark grew hot, sending massive black waves rippling outward.

In tandem with that, his familiar heightened senses returned.

The entire world sharpened and crystallized, expanding his perception in all directions. He could perceive the entire world as if holding it in the palm of his hand.

(I will make every single woman in this school my own...)

Countless beautiful girls remained. He would transform every single one of them into faithful meat slaves just like Tomomi. Drunk on a sense of omnipotence and invincibility, the man dreamed alone of possessing everything.

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