Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 40

 The Sixth Door

Ruriko Asakura, a third-year student at Eris Girls' Academy, was troubled.

It had been only two weeks since she was deceived, violated, and robbed of her virginity. Ever since then, she had been defiled over and over again by that science teacher.

No, that was not an accurate description.

At first, she was indeed forcefully and unilaterally violated, but lately, she had begun actively seeking out the pleasure, even going so far as to visit the science teacher of her own accord. And she knew all too well that her desires were growing deeper by the day.

That was what frightened her.

Ruriko felt bewildered by this bottomless lust—a completely natural reaction for an 18-year-old girl.

(Lord... please forgive me, a sinful woman...)

Coming here to the quiet church alone to offer her prayers seemed to wash away the impurities of daily life, purifying her body with a clean, refreshing breeze. Doing so cleared the fog that weighed upon her mind, allowing her to look back objectively on the terrifying nature of her actions and crushing her with a heavy sense of guilt.

(Ah... what is becoming of me...)

She had been mating with that man every single day lately. For an 18-year-old high school student, it was an obscenely immoral act, needing no deep thought to realize. Even though she should have felt neither affection nor anything of the sort, the moment she met his gaze, she would become dazed as if charmed by those red eyes, obediently offering her body just as he demanded.

(Even yesterday... doing things like that...)

Yesterday, when school was out, she had been summoned and taken to a dubious love hotel along with a first-year student she had met for the first time. There, alongside that doll-like, adorable girl from the rhythmic gymnastics club, she repeated shameful acts that she could never speak of to a single soul.

First, clinging to the naked man, she and the beautiful girl spent hours licking every inch of his body without ever growing tired of it. After being teased and tormented to the absolute limit, she was forced to make vows of enslavement over and over again, side by side with the other girl on the bed, where they were violated from behind and thrashed and convulsed as if losing their minds.

"Ruriko... Ruriko is Kenichi-sama's slave... Ah... please put Kenichi-sama's dick inside Ruriko's pussy..."

Begging for sexual intercourse using filthy, toilet-scrawled phrases. Remembering that moment filled her entire body with a searing heat of embarrassment.

(And... and those lewd dreams I have every night...)

They say dreams are a mirror reflecting one's inner desires. If so, did that mean she truly craved such acts after all? In her dreams, she enjoyed sexuality even more freely than in reality, spreading her legs wide on her own initiative to entice the man.

(That's not... that's not me...)

Pressing her face in her hands, she shook her head.

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

A soft voice called out, causing her to lift her head. Standing there was the church's sister, wearing a gentle smile.

"Sister Maria Clara..."

"You can just call me Clara, Asakura-san..."

Sister Clara said this with an all-encompassing smile. Having met at this church many times before, they were familiar acquaintances.

"What is the matter? If you have any troubles, I am here to listen..."

Just looking at that face made her want to cry. She had been agonizing entirely on her own, unable to bear the immense weight of the sins she had committed, yet now a ray of hope seemed to shine down upon her.

Portal to her thoughts, she murmured:

"...Um... I..."

She started to speak, but suddenly fell silent.

"What would you like to do? Would you ask Father for the 'Sacrament of Reconciliation'?"

Formerly known as "confession," it was the act of repenting one's sins and receiving absolution. Yet, lowering her gaze, Ruriko silently shook her head.

Of course, it was a sacred ritual, and God, in His mercy, would surely forgive any sin. However, confessing such an obscenely filthy act to another person—even if that person was a priest—was simply too high a hurdle for an 18-year-old Ruriko.

Ruriko remained silent with her head bowed. Seeing her like this, Sister Clara pondered for a moment before gently wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

"...It is alright... God forgives all things. If... if you are ever mentally prepared, please speak to me then. I am sure it will lighten your heart..."

Offering an unchanging smile without pressing her further, the sister stood up and began to step away. As she rose, a clean fragrance devoid of any artificial perfumes drifted from her body like a healing breeze.

Closing her eyes tightly, Ruriko remained seated just as she was.

"Si... Sister... Um... I..."

After sitting still for a while, she called out to Sister Clara's retreating back. At that moment, she had no way of knowing how much significance this choice would hold for her future.

Genji Yamada, a Japanese language teacher at Eris Girls' Academy, was feeling bewildered.

As usual, he was watching the practice of the rhythmic gymnastics club where he served as faculty advisor, but since a moment ago, he had been plagued by an intense wave of lust welling up from deep within his body.

(What is this... Why on earth is it hitting me so suddenly today...)

Though he had watched them countless times before, he found himself unable to take his eyes off the leotard-clad female students performing before him, feeling intensely aroused. At over fifty years of age, he had recently grown acutely aware of his declining virility, yet now his penis felt hot, and a dull ache throbbed deep within his body.

(...I can't stand this...)

Ignoring Yamada's inner anguish, the students jumped and stretched their legs wide right before his eyes.

When he cast his gaze toward their groins and chests, black desires billowed up like dark summer storm clouds, and a large volume of saliva pooled in his mouth. Taking care not to be noticed by the female coach sitting right beside him, he swallowed it down with a gulp.

Above all, the student he couldn't take his eyes off since a moment ago was Rio Hasegawa, a first-year student rumored to have the greatest potential in the club.

Just a couple of days ago, after she twisted her ankle during practice, he had driven her to the clinic in his car and then dropped her off at home. Rio had seemed uncharacteristically subdued at the time, but the sweet scent of sweat rising from her body had filled the cramped car, and he remembered feeling unusually flustered. Looking back, perhaps that was when something inside him had gone wrong.

He had always thought she was an adorable girl, but today, simply looking at her made his chest pound, and he found himself following her every movement with his eyes. Gazing at her youthful physique wrapped in a pink leotard, he cast lingering, sticky glances at her small swellings, rounded bottom, and the crotch that occasionally opened wide.

(...Ah... I want to violate her...)

He wanted to ravage that slender body utterly, leaving her dressed in a leotard soaked with sweat.

"...Ew... Just look at him. What is that..."

"...Yamagen, that guy looks dangerous..."

Sitting in his chair and staring fixedly at Rio, Yamada's groin was protruding so noticeably that it was clearly visible even through his trousers. Noticing this, the surrounding students whispered quietly among themselves.

Yet the perverted Japanese teacher, lost in his mind's eye as he undressed and enjoyed Rio, remained entirely oblivious to their looks of disgust and contempt.

Junko Yoshikawa, an English teacher at Eris Girls' Academy, was deeply frustrated.

She hadn't experienced sex in weeks. Of course, that was only natural since she hadn't been in contact lately with Usami, the vice principal, who was both her lover and sexual partner.

(How... how can he wear such a happy face...)

When she had secretly sneaked into the hospital for a visit, catching sight of the vice principal and his wife through the open door filled her with a dark emotion. She understood the reality in her head, but seeing it displayed before her eyes served as a harsh reminder of her low standing as a mistress, leaving her feeling wretched and prompting her to beat a hasty retreat.

Ever since, she had ignored his incoming emails. It wasn't that she had grown to hate him, but Junko simply lacked the simple, gentle disposition that would allow her to pretend nothing had happened.

(Ahhh... But, but... I want it... The teacher's...)

Recalling the vice principal's gigantic flesh weapon, she stewed in frustration while drinking nightcap wine alone in her kitchen.

Ever since she was violated during a faculty retreat, she had been utterly spellbound by its shape, size, and stamina. Although she had a boyfriend, the physical compatibility with the vice principal was simply in a different league, eventually causing her to drift apart from her boyfriend and plunge headfirst into secret trysts with Usami.

The men she had dated previously would always ejaculate quickly due to her gorgeous physique, beauty, and heaven-bestowed master-class intimate structure, leaving her genuinely unsatisfied. Usami, however, had completely changed that, teaching her the profound and deep pleasures of sexuality.

"Oh, I shouldn't be stubborn. Maybe I'll just send him a message..."

Possessing a high level of pride since childhood, she had lived her life stubbornly clinging to it. Holding her bourbon glass in both hands, she grew suddenly weak-willed, loathing her own inability to be honest.

(I want to see him...)

Recalling the man's face, body, and scent. Forbidden though their relationship was—or perhaps precisely because of it—she realized with fresh shock just how thoroughly she had become a captive to the vice principal.

"Ahhh... Yosuke-san..."

Her body, thoroughly conditioned to experience pleasure, ached, and she could feel her uterus contracting and demanding stimulation. Like a junk-dealer cut off from narcotics, withdrawal symptoms from pleasure enveloped her ripe body.

Holding her glass, she walked into the bedroom. Lying down flat on her back upon her feminine, pink-themed bed, she reached into the bedside drawer.

(Something like this... using something like this...)

Inside was a massive black dildo. Recently brought back into use, it was an exquisite replica complete with simulated veins molded onto its surface.

"Yosuke... Ahnn, it's wonderful..."

Calling out her affair partner's name, she took the bizarre artificial penis between her red lips. Her plump, upturned lips gripped its surface, and she slid her tongue back and forth over the silicone texture inside her mouth. It was the expert oral service that had brought tears of joy to any man.

After coating the dildo thoroughly with a generous amount of saliva until it was slick and slimy, she stimulated her H-cup breasts to heighten her mood. She soon felt a scorching heat flare up deep within her groin, accompanied by a flood of overflowing mucus.

Satisfied after licking the object with thoroughly lewd motions, she finally pressed its tip against her vaginal opening. Guiding the gigantic artificial penis—even larger than Usami's—with an underhanded grip straight toward her sensitive, engorged meat pot, she pushed it inward.

"Aaaaaahhh!! Yes! Oh, yes! Unbearable!"

Her cries of delight rose instantly. The depth of her physical craving matched her period of abstinence, causing even a lifeless, bloodless artificial toy to easily ignite her parched body.

(This is... this shouldn't be happening...)

Even as she thought that, her hand refused to stop. Holding the dildo underhand, she rubbed its protruding silicone ridges directly against her sensitive spots.

"Ahiiiii!! I'm coming! I'm going to cuuuuuuun!"

Though temporary, her body immediately succumbed to that dark pleasure. Yet a 27-year-old woman at the peak of her prime, insatiably greedy for sex, could never be satisfied by a single climax.

With her face and body flushed with alcohol and pleasure, the beautiful and exceptionally voluptuous female teacher immersed herself in solo masturbation using the bizarre apparatus alone on her bedroom bed.

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

Today, too, he had spent the day eating his fill of female high school students' bodies, pumping thick semen deep into their wombs time and time again. Despite it being Sunday, he had summoned Rio Hasegawa—who had rhythmic gymnastics practice—and Ruriko Asakura, who claimed she was returning from church mass. Together with Natsuki Kurosawa and Aiko Kawashima, who had been staying at his house since the previous day, he forced four high school girls to service him in a tasting comparison.

At first, he licked every inch of Rio's sweat-drenched body, pinning her down and raping her while she still wore her leotard. While enjoying the youthful, bouncy flesh of the 16-year-old, Aiko and Natsuki, as usual, tormented Ruriko relentlessly, leaving her on the verge of teasing agony before making her beg for his penis.

The upper-class, elegant Ruriko initially resisted as always, but once teased and denied to the limit, she finally broke down in tears, spreading her long legs wide of her own accord to plead for intercourse. The taste of Ruriko after such excruciating teasing was supreme, an experience he never grew tired of no matter how many times he tasted it.

Afterward, they exchanged muddy, sticky desires until every last one of them was exhausted, even making them perform soap-land-style foam dances in the bathroom. By that time, both Rio and Ruriko had lost their minds to the pleasure provided, becoming entirely proactive even without the red tentacles.

The flesh banquet finally concluded at 6:00 PM. Yet the penis that had discharged its desires into the wombs of those beautiful girls countless times remained as full of vigor as ever, surprising even himself.

(Well then, time for bed...)

The time was nearing 12:00. Since school started tomorrow, he decided to turn in early. Tossing and turning onto the bed, he pulled the futon over himself and turned off the light.

Yet the flesh banquet did not end here. The succubus's "power" truly demonstrated its true value in the dead of night.

(Who shall I play with tonight...)

The realm of dreams was now entirely his own territory.

In the real world, too, he had ensnared beautiful female teachers and stunning high school girls one after another in his poisonous fangs, devouring their sweet bodies to his heart's content. But within dreams, he could do infinitely more.

What appeared in dreams were doors. When he realized he was dreaming, five doors would appear before Kenichi in a circular room, and entering them would lead him directly to where the girls were.

(So the doors connect directly to their dreams...)

Since each door possessed distinct features, he knew in advance who lay beyond it. Initially, there had only been a door for Tomomi, but now doors existed for all of his meat slaves. Every time he claimed a new woman, a corresponding door was added.

As his consciousness gradually darkened, sudden pitch-black darkness enveloped him.

Before long, Kenichi was resting quietly and breathing softly upon his bed. Between his thighs, an aggressively erect manhood strained upward, nearly lifting the thin blanket.

(Is it this room again...)

The room he always arrived at first in his dreams. In that circular room, doors lined the walls. Counting them, Kenichi grinned.

There stood an unfamiliar, brand-new sixth door.

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