Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 49

 A Pitiful Man

Junko Yoshikawa, an English teacher at Eris Girls' Academy, was surprised by the changes that had occurred in her body since waking up in the morning.

The first thing she noticed was her excellent physical condition. Despite waking up at six in the morning, both her head and body felt light, overflowing with energy as if she had just taken a thorough, restful break.

When she took her usual shower afterward, her skin felt as though it had turned back ten years. Her firm, white skin repelled water, feeling plump, bouncy, and fresh.

Afterwards, she ate breakfast and put on her makeup for work, and the way the cosmetics adhered to her skin was astonishing. Her supple skin was so full of elasticity that it felt like she was back in her high school days, and the fine wrinkles that had undoubtedly increased over the past few years had completely vanished.

Even her reflection in the mirror made her look three or four years younger.

(Fufu, I suppose it's because he poured so much male hormone into me...)

Recalling the physical union with the science teacher that had continued until this morning, she felt dazed by the sweet memories. Traces of the intense tryst still lingered in her bedroom, filling the air with a stagnant, erotic atmosphere. A dull, aching pain still throbbed in her vagina and anus, and she could tell that her body was already hot and flushed even though she had just woken up.

After all, she had been embraced for the first time in the science preparation room on Saturday night, and from there they had moved to her house and kept at it until Monday morning—just a few hours ago. For nearly thirty hours, apart from a brief sleep, meals, and necessary trips to the bathroom, she had not been allowed out of the bed at all.

She had showered about three times along the way, but even then, driven by desire, they repeated their lewd acts. Coating her entire body in soap bubbles like an upscale soapland hostess, she slid and rubbed herself all over the man's sturdy body.

In bed, she was put into various positions, her body bent and violated to every corner. She had also licked every inch of the man's body and swallowed his wicked seed over and over again.

The unbelievably tough man had unleashed his desires into Junko's womb time and time again, yet he showed no signs of slowing down, remaining unbelievably stalwart until the very end. The man, whose single sessions of intercourse were abnormally long, remained completely unfazed by her supreme honey-pot that usually made other men spend in mere minutes, and he continued to drive her out of her mind—sometimes violently, sometimes relentlessly inch by inch.

No, she was already out of her mind.

While the man ejaculated repeatedly, Junko too had been driven to a countless number of ecstasies, tormented until she was utterly exhausted. In the end, he had furiously splashed his semen deep inside her rectum, causing her to faint right then and there.

When she finally regained consciousness, it was already morning, and the man had vanished before she knew it.

(...Aah... Even so, that was incredible...)

That experience, too fierce and tremendous to simply call pleasure, was something she could never get from any other man. The giant pillar had stood erect without faltering, and Junko had greedily relished the bliss it provided with the mucous membranes of her mouth, vagina, and anus to her heart's content. She was already completely captivated by its might.

"Aan... to become like this..."

Looking at the hickeys scattered all over her body, Junko felt dazed. Her entire body had been marked in dark reddish tones by a perverted beast, with countless marks left especially on her white neck, her voluptuous bust, and her inner thighs.

Smiling with a chuckle, she returned to the bedroom reeking of thick, erotic odors and picked out some underwear. Selecting a pair of sexy black panties and a bra, she slipped them onto a body that was, even by her own admission, obscenely voluptuous. Securing her stockings with a garter belt, she put on her blouse and suit and stood before the mirror to head to school.

"Oh dear..."

Seeing the woman looking back at her from the mirror, Junko turned red all the way to her ears. The beauty reflected there exuded pheromones like a block of pure allure, making her feel embarrassed on her own behalf.

(What on earth is my face doing...)

The face of the beautiful woman looking back from the mirror was that of an enchantress inviting a man.

"What in the world... is this?!"

She let out her frustration involuntarily. Sitting alone in the staff room, unable to do anything, she had been irritated for a while now.

Usami, the vice-principal, recalled this morning's shock as he wondered what on earth that was all about.

Yoshikawa Junko, the English teacher and his affair partner, had appeared in the staff room much earlier than usual. It wasn't just that Junko, who usually arrived right at the last minute, had shown up at such an early hour that surprised him. What shocked him was her appearance.

Something had changed.

He couldn't put it into words, but this was a partner whose skin he had shared countless times. He immediately noticed that her expression, her movements, and above all, the atmosphere radiating from her entire body were no longer the Junko he knew.

(Could it be... she found another man?!)

That was the very first thought that crossed his mind. Usami himself had experienced many times how a woman's inner self can completely change depending on the man who embraces her. Though usually, he was on the opposite side of that equation. Usami had seen many times in the past how a stolen woman quickly dyed herself in his own color.

The thrill of stealing another man's woman and altering her body from the inside out. Yet he had never dreamed in his wildest dreams that he would be on the receiving end of it.

(...Stupid! That's impossible!)

His past experience and bloated pride instantly rejected his intuition.

He might steal others in his life, but there was no way he himself could ever be stolen.

Having claimed numerous beauties in the past, Usami possessed absolute confidence in his own techniques, as well as the size and shape of his genitalia. As proof, whenever he embraced any woman, she immediately became a captive to that pleasure. Even that Yoshikawa Junko was no exception.

(There is no man superior to me!)

That was an absolute, unyielding fact and truth.

(Fourth period is about to end, I suppose...)

Glancing at the clock, he made up his mind. He had sent numerous messages that were ignored, but today he needed to talk to Junko in person.

Seeing the Junko he had seen this morning had once again stirred his dark desires for her incredible body. The black suit that clung tightly to her form displayed the contours of her body without missing a detail, mouth-watering in its appeal.

(That body belongs to me.)

That dark desire was a mix of carnal lust and possessiveness. That gorgeous body was his. He wouldn't hand it over to anyone.

Checking Junko's schedule, Usami stood up from his seat and walked out into the corridor. His appearance was the very picture of a pathetic stalker, driven mad by lingering attachment after being dumped by a woman.

In the science preparation room on the fifth floor of the school building, the usual sounds of a girl's moaning and lewd splashing echoed. It had already become an everyday occurrence, but of course, that didn't diminish its abnormality in the slightest.

As usual, four high school girls were clinging to the suit-clad man sitting on the sofa, repeating lewd acts. Right now, two female students sitting on the floor were pressing their mouths from either side against the weapon of flesh standing erect from his groin, using their small mouths and long tongues to perform thick, devoted oral service.

On both sides of the man, beautiful girls also in school uniforms clung to his neck, cooing and taking turns exchanging sweet kisses. The four beautiful girls wore dazed expressions, moaning and cooing as they fawned over the brazen science teacher.

Kenichi Mido, the master of this room, was absorbing the sexual energy occasionally released by the beautiful girls while relishing the pleasure sent his way. Each time, black waves radiated from his entire body in all directions like a pulsing beat, growing large enough to envelop the entire school building.

(Things are getting interesting...)

Murmuring this inwardly, the science teacher smiled slyly.

The waves acted much like radar, sending all information within their reach directly to Kenichi. Through the "power" granted by the incubus, he could hear conversations that physically should have been impossible to hear.

It was a conversation inside the English classroom.

“Hey, wouldn't that be fine, Junko?”

“Please stop this, Vice-Principal.”

It was a conversation between Vice-Principal Usami and Junko Yoshikawa. The vice-principal had called an unwilling Junko to the English classroom on the third floor and was persistently pressing her. Of course, he couldn't actually hear their voices directly. However, his acquired supernatural senses allowed him to understand every single word and syllable of a conversation happening across such physical distance.

“You're into it too, aren't you? That's why you dressed like this.”

The vice-principal had called out his affair partner and was lingeringly harassing her with his eyes while mentally violating Junko's body, dressed in enticing attire. However, even from this distance, Kenichi could understand clearly that in the eyes of Junko—who was now completely captivated by Kenichi—Usami looked like nothing more than an annoying, bothersome middle-aged man.

“This has nothing to do with you, Vice-Principal!”

The vice-principal reached out with a grinning smile, but Junko dodged him and replied resolutely.

“Hey, what are you so mad about? ...Sure, it's been a while, but I was injured, so it couldn't be helped... Instead, I've gotten a lot better, so I'll lavishly pamper you plenty today...”

The lustful Usami said this with a lick of his lips, pressing in on the academy's premier beauty with absolute confidence. He seemed to think Junko was sulking because he hadn't given her any sex lately. Kenichi gave a wry smile at Usami's typical way of understanding things, always so confident in himself.

“Please don't come near me. Besides... I'm not going out with you anymore, Vice-Principal!”

Declaring this coldly, Junko tried to leave the English classroom.

“...Hey... why are you playing hard to get like this? Is this some new game?”

To the vice-principal who continued to persistently pursue her, Junko made her stance crystal clear while expressing utter disgust with her whole body.

“If you keep following me around, I'll spill everything to your wife!”

“...Wh-What? ...Wait... Hey! Junko!”

Without even looking back at the dumbfounded Usami, Junko slammed the door shut violently and walked out. Realizing the gravity of the situation at last from Junko's fierce demeanor, Usami could only stand in the English classroom in blank shock.

(Hehehe... Serves you right...)

Kenichi utterly despised this man, who always treated others with a mocking attitude and threw his weight around using his authority.

(Spill it to his wife... huh? Come to think of it, his wife was a former Miss Something-or-Other, wasn't she...)

He remembered Usami endlessly bragging about his wife and child during drinking sessions.

According to those stories, Usami's wife was a former student of his who boasted a beauty and proportions worthy of winning a beauty pageant. He had caught a glimpse of a photograph once, and he remembered she was indeed a breathtaking beauty.

(Fufu, a beautiful wife, huh...)

Kenichi grinned, a devilish idea forming in his mind.

"Sensei... you're thinking of bad things again..."

"Yeah... who are you going to eat next?"

Leaning in from either side, the beautiful girls shared similarly wicked smiles. Natsuki Kurosawa and Aiko Kawashima, both second-year students, were completely tainted by the incubus's poison, their gestures and expressions far too lewd and mature for seventeen-year-olds.

"What's this... aren't they soaking wet?"

When he reached out his hands from both sides to grope inside Natsuki's and Aiko's panties, they were drenched in a thick discharge of fluid, and the plump flesh of the seventeen-year-olds' vaginas lewdly wrapped around his inserted fingers.

"Aan... Ruriko-senpai, trade with me..."

With the monstrously erect member occupied by a third-year senior, first-year Rio Hasegawa had been making sweet protests for a while. Ruriko Asakura, who usually showed the most shyness toward these acts, had been performing a persistently thick fellatio with relentless devotion, hogging him all to herself.

"Ruriko-senpai... putting on a pure act, but you actually wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

"I heard she spent all of yesterday, Sunday, waiting for a call from sensei..."

Shutting out the teasing voices of the underclassmen, Ruriko—the refined daughter of a good family—absorbed herself entirely in sucking upon the erection.

Just then, a knock echoed on the room's door.

The beautiful girls flinched slightly in surprise, but seeing that the science teacher himself was completely unbothered, they immediately regained their composure and resumed their lewd service as usual.

"Sensei... who is it?"

"Oh no... another new girl?"

Of course, Kenichi had known who was coming for quite some time now. There was nothing happening in this school that escaped Kenichi. From the radar of the black waves, no one could escape anything.

(My, my... she's completely in heat... just how bottomless is she...)

She should have been violated right up until this morning, yet the beauty on the other side of the door was already overflowing with desire. Rather than feeling joy at the bottomless desires of a mature woman, he felt more astonished than anything.

(...Excuse me...)

The knocker hesitated for a moment at the lack of a response, but soon spoke in a small voice, opened the door, and stepped inside. Through his red eyes, the incubus clearly perceived a toxic red aura rising from the beauty's entire body.

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