Devil's Love Story

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A Devil's Love Story (Long/Yuri)
"I told you not to set me up on any more blind dates! I'm not going on this one either!" In an alley next to an izakaya, a brown-haired woman in a suit was hissing into her phone. Normally, she would appear elegant and composed, but now she seemed very impatient.
"Tch, I told you I don't care if he's a corporate executive or anything. I'm a teacher, I can support myself, money and family background don't matter! What era are we living in? I can find someone I want to marry myself! Stop playing matchmaker for me!"
"...Boyfriend? I just haven't met a good one yet, I'll find one eventually, don't worry!" She slammed down the phone, calmed herself down a bit, and then went back to the izakaya. Only one female clerk remained in the alley, smoking.
The clerk, wearing an apron, smiled, extinguished her cigarette, and went inside.
The
shop was brightly lit yet softly lit. Steaming oden simmered on the counter, and sizzling chicken skewers were grilled on a griddle within easy reach. The shop was about half full, mostly office workers grabbing a late-night snack. The occasional chatter and work-related conversations were audible, but the background music kept the noise level. A brown-haired woman sullenly sat down at the counter and downed the beer she'd ordered before leaving.
"Teacher, would you like something else?"
"Oh, okay, thank you…" The woman felt like she'd heard that voice before. She looked up at the menu—
"Matsushima-san!?"
"You finally recognized me, Kikuchi-sensei." The high school class president, whose full name was Matsushima Renka, smiled.
"...You didn't tell me you had a part-time job."
"You also didn't tell me you were bothered by the arranged dates your family set for you."
"...Could it be that the person smoking just now was you? You're still a minor, aren't you?"
"These are peppermint leaves," Renka pulled out the half-burnt cigarette from her pocket, which did indeed emit a refreshing scent,
"so that no one is too 'enthusiastic'."
"Let's not talk about that. You look very irritable right now. Let me treat you to today's bill."
"No, no, no, it's not right for a teacher to make a high school student pay..." "
How about we have a meal together? It's not easy to vent your frustrations alone." Seeing the teacher's hesitant expression, Renka maintained her smile and lowered her standards slightly.
"What about your job?"
"I'll go talk to her." The brown-haired woman watched as Renka walked towards the proprietress, spoke to her, then untied her apron, took off her coat, revealing a white shirt underneath, and finally walked happily towards her.
"Are you this happy to hear me complain?"
"Aren't you happy to understand someone you like?"
"Hmph, you really know how to please people." It's always pleasant to be liked—regardless of whether she teaches at an all-girls school or what kind of liking Renka is talking about.
(But even if it's "that kind" of liking, it seems okay, at least it means I'm not bad.)
"Minors can't drink, right? Although I can't set a good example..."
"I don't drink, please feel free, teacher."
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Renka seems to have a kind of magic, able to get a person to say all their innermost thoughts. Kikuchi Fumika felt like she had told her all the unhappiness of the past fifteen years. The problems might not have been solved, but at least she felt much better.
Talking too much naturally makes you thirsty, but every time Renka came out from backstage, she was holding her own oolong tea in one hand and a glass full of beer in the other. Although Fumika wasn't addicted to alcohol, she accepted it all, and the result was that she was lying on the table, her whole face flushed, almost unable to think of anything.
(This seems a bit too casual...) Shi Jia lay on her bed at home, thinking absentmindedly.
"Teacher, have some water." Lian Ge brought a glass of water, gently helped Shi Jia sit up, and then slowly poured the entire glass of water into the teacher's stomach. She then took the empty glass back and poured herself a glass of water as well.
"Hmm... Haa... Hmm—" Alone in her bedroom, the brown-haired teacher let out some uncomfortable groans, struggled, unbuttoned most of her white shirt, and pulled down the zipper of her narrow skirt, revealing her plain black underwear before falling into a deep sleep.
"Teacher, can we use the ones in the refrigerator—" Lian Ge entered the bedroom, but stopped when she saw Shi Jia's disheveled appearance.
"It's the teacher's fault for tempting me like this. I want to be a lady, but I can't resist this defenseless look, can I?" Lian Ge smiled, a flush of excitement rising on her cheeks. She slowly approached Shi Jia, gently climbed onto the bed, propped her head up with her hand, and lay down on her side next to Shi Jia.
Lian Ge observed her teacher, whom she saw every day, at extremely close range. Her snow-white skin made her reach out to touch it, her movements not particularly gentle, just a normal feeling of the touch on her cheek. However, Shi Jia only frowned slightly and didn't wake up.
"Hoo hoo hoo?" Lian Ge chuckled, then reached out and hugged Shi Jia, one hand reaching behind her back and quickly unfastening the metal clasp, while the other hand lifted her head. Then, she eagerly opened her mouth and took Shi Jia's moist, cherry-like lips into her mouth.
(What a wonderful feeling…?) Lian Ge first gently held both lips in her mouth, feeling Shi Jia's breath on her nose, then changed to only pinching the other's full upper lip, licking it back and forth with her tongue, as if sucking on a juicy piece of meat. The soft yet firm touch, the scent of her usual strawberry lipstick, filled Renka's taste buds and her nerves, the feeling of possession making her exceptionally intoxicated.
"Hoo...?" After a long while, Renka pulled away from Shi Jia, then took off her panties, grabbed the brown-haired teacher's hand, and placed it on her private parts. The slender fingers could completely cover her already overflowing vulva.
"Ah...? Teacher's hand touched my vulva?" Renka began to sway her hips back and forth, using her vulva and thighs to feel every fold, every bone, every vein.
"Teacher? Teacher? Teacher ah???" Her free hand roamed over various parts of Shi Jia's body, collarbone, chest, stomach, thighs, panting as she watched Shi Jia's face, which showed strange expressions due to the teasing.
Suddenly, a strong, dark, demonic aura swept over her, making Renka stop.
"Really, invading doesn't even pick its time." Although she stopped enjoying herself for some reason, Renka didn't seem to have much regret. She put on her underwear, took a comb from her bag, then pressed her hand against Shi Jia's vulva, flicked it hard, and put her fingers, covered in love juice, into her mouth.
"Thanks for the treat?" Lian Ge waved playfully, then walked to the balcony outside the dormitory.
The cool night breeze caressed the black-haired girl's face, causing her hair to flutter. She closed her eyes, pinpointing the source of the strange aura.
(It's to the right front...) Lian Ge thought, then opened her eyes, stepped onto the railing, and jumped from the twenty-first floor.
During her descent, Love Song suddenly transformed into a black and purple, blazing fireball, hovering in mid-air. Three seconds later, the flames dissipated, and a woman emerged from within. She wore a one-piece leather suit, her upper thighs boldly exposed to the air. Her navel was faintly visible through the ties at the front of her vest. Although her breasts were completely covered, it only accentuated their presence. She wore elbow-length gloves. Behind her, bat wings longer than her fully extended arms flapped slowly. A slender tail, capable of touching the ground, extended from between her vest and trousers, its tip resembling a spade or a heart.
In short, she was a genuine succubus.
"Hmm, time to get down to business." The succubus stretched, then forcefully flapped her wings and headed towards her destination. At the same time, the comb in her hand was enveloped in purple flames, then suddenly lengthened and thickened, finally transforming into a cleaver composed of two rectangles of different sizes, predominantly purple.
"Hehehe..."
Nadeshiko
was terrified.
She couldn't even make a sound, she was terrified beyond measure, unable even to tremble.
She had only intended to take a nighttime walk, but suddenly... as if a crack had appeared in the space before her, and from within that deep red space emerged—or rather, burst forth—a dog's head larger than a human, its massive jaws snapping shut, saliva dripping from its teeth and corroding the asphalt. It lunged forcefully towards her, the crack in the space slowly widening, its panting, disgusting nose drawing ever closer to Nadeshiko. Yet, she felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her, rendering her completely immobile. It wasn't just fear; something more tangible was weighing her down.
"Click, click," the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground came from behind Nadeshiko. She wanted to turn around, to tell the person to run, but her body remained utterly paralyzed.
"Not completely out yet? What a pity. And there are witnesses..." The tone sounded completely fearless. Although she couldn't quite make out what the person was saying, Nadeshiko desperately hoped they would come and pull her out, but suddenly there was complete silence behind her.
For a long time, the only sound in the air was the barking of the giant dog, which was slowly emerging from the crack. The "click, click, click" of high heels faded into the distance. Anyone who saw something like that would want to run, but why were her footsteps...
so leisurely?
The monster had already extended its forelimbs into this world, and Nadeshiko had closed her eyes, ready to face death.
"Gah!" Just as the monster roared excitedly, preparing to step into the new world, Nadeshiko's senses were assaulted by a series of sensations:
eight almost overlapping footsteps. A
gust of wind swept past her.
The sound of a blunt object colliding with flesh.
The monster's scream.
Suddenly, Nadeshiko felt light; the things binding her had vanished. She opened her eyes tremblingly. The enormous creature was gone, replaced by a strangely dressed young woman. Although she hadn't witnessed what had happened, Nadeshiko assumed the scattered blood and flesh were part of the giant dog.
"You...this...I..." Even with her body free, Nadeshiko was still too surprised to utter a complete sentence.
"Hehe, sorry for startling you." The mysterious woman turned her head, the moonlight illuminating her blood-splattered cheeks, creating an inexplicable beauty—but Nadeshiko immediately felt uneasy about this thought.
She slowly approached Nadeshiko, suddenly transforming into a fireball before returning to her original white shirt and skirt, the weapon in her hand reverting to a small comb.
"Can you get up?" She bent slightly, extending her hand to Nadeshiko, who was still slumped on the ground, a slight smile on her face.
"Oh, oh...thank you..." Nadeshiko said somewhat timidly, squeezing her hand in return.
"You must have been pretty scared just now. Let me walk you home."
"Oh, thank you."
The
two walked side by side on the brightly lit street, the sound of their shoes echoing in the quiet. Nadeshiko frequently turned to look at the woman who had forced the monster back in, but each time she received a captivating smile in response, making her look back straight ahead.
"Um..." But finally, she mustered her courage and spoke.
"Hmm?"
"...What were that dog, and you, what were you?"
"Ah, I thought you wouldn't ask." Renka flashed a bright smile, like a primary school student showing off their knowledge to a friend.
"So what is it...?"
"You should have an answer in your heart by now, right? That appearance that perfectly fits the stereotype just now."
"Well... I still find it hard to believe that demons exist in the world... No, why would demons come to protect humans?" "
Because I'm the one who brought them here, and I think I have an obligation to take responsibility."
"Take responsibility... It feels really strange to hear that word from a demon."
"I grew up among people, after all."
"Oh... then why do you live here?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" Nadeshiko stopped in surprise.
"Since I became conscious, I've been living in my current house. I don't have parents, and I live alone." Although it was an unhappy truth, Renka always had a smile on her face—she really didn't care about those things.
"I see..." Nadeshiko continued walking thoughtfully.
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"Is this the place?"
"Yes."
The two stopped in front of a rather historic wooden gate. The house was surrounded by white walls with black roof tiles, making it look like the exterior of a historic Japanese mansion. The second floor wasn't visible, but it felt like even twenty or thirty people could live here without any problem—that's how vast the area was.
"Will my house... look weird?"
"No, it feels great. Although the buildings next door are a bit out of place."
"Well... I can't deny that." If Nadeshiko's house was a Japanese mansion, then the one next door was a Western-style villa. Although it occupied less land than Nadeshiko's, it was at least five stories high, and even had a swimming pool!
(It had a nouveau riche feel to it.) Renka thought.
"Thank you again for saving me." Nadeshiko bowed respectfully.
"You're welcome, it was my honor. But don't tell anyone about tonight, okay?"
"Okay."
"Hehe, sweet dreams tonight."
Nadeshiko bowed again and then walked towards her house.
"Oh, classmate, wait a minute." She was called back again.
"?"
"I forgot to collect my payment." Renka quickly walked towards Nadeshiko—then reached out and hugged her, kissing her before she could even understand what was happening.
(!?) After a moment of shock, Nadeshiko tried to push Renka away—she was somewhat surprised to find that she didn't actually dislike it—but her body felt the same powerlessness she had when facing the monster before, and she couldn't even clench her teeth.
Renka's tongue slipped into Nadeshiko's mouth without any resistance, unilaterally entwining with Nadeshiko's tongue, causing her mind to suddenly go blank.
(Tongue, is a tongue really this sensitive?) After a brief entanglement, Renka took Nadeshiko's tongue into her mouth and began to suckle. Her tongue was tightly enveloped by the warm mouth, and saliva was constantly being drawn out. The overly passionate kiss made her lose herself in the tingling pleasure.
"Pfft...?" Just as Nadeshiko began to feel breathless, Renka released her. She gasped for air, trying to get her mind back to normal.
"Your expression is so cute." Renka cupped Nadeshiko's hazy, relaxed face, smiled happily, then turned around and spread her wings.
"Is that all for now?"
"Um, will we have a chance to meet again?" Seeing Renka about to leave, Nadeshiko shook off the pleasure still swirling in her mind and asked her.
"It's all fate, isn't it?" Renka said the last sentence and then left, leaving Nadeshiko alone, her body still burning.
(Ah... I forgot to ask her name...) Nadeshiko touched her lips, which still held Renka's fluids, and felt a complicated feeling.
(...Would she do this to others too?)
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(Please note that regardless of how someone is dressed, rape is a crime. Even if the other person is dressed provocatively, it is not a reason for you to rape them. Please do not go astray.)
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