Succumania

"Seriously? Taking him that high?" Nina's irritated voice crackled over the phone, her foot tapping against the cold linoleum floor of her lab in frustration. 

Across the room, Alma Elma lounged carelessly on a plush couch, utterly unbothered by the weight of several piercing glares boring into her from all directions. One leg crossed over the other as she examined her nails with feigned disinterest.

"What would've happened if you accidentally dryfished him?!" Nina snapped.

Alma Elma twirled a lock of her violet hair around her finger, her lips curling into a smug, singsong smile. "But I didn't~" she replied in a teasing tone, as if the very idea was absurd.

Lilith stood with her arms tightly crossed, her crimson eyes narrowed into slits as she fixed Alma Elma with an unwavering glare. "And now you've claimed first dibs on him," she accused, her voice low and edged with resentment. "After pulling that stunt in the middle of the night, he won't wake up until late morning at least."

"I prepared some pancakes for him," the mayor chimed in, smiling warmly. "I hope he wakes up soon… He hasn't eaten anything in a while."

A few of the succubi exchanged quick glances, their irritation momentarily overshadowed by a shared pang of hunger at the mention of pancakes, the faint scent of vanilla and butter wafting from the kitchen.

"Can I nab some?" Eva asked eagerly, already taking a step toward the kitchen, her tail flicking with anticipation.

The mayor swiftly swatted her wrist with a wooden spoon, her smile never faltering. "You already had your breakfast," she chided gently.

Eva pouted, rubbing her wrist as she retreated. "Meanie…" she mumbled under her breath.

The mayor simply smiled, adjusting her apron. "These are specifically for Luka. He needs a proper meal after being locked inside his room for so long."

Astaroth sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as if warding off an impending headache. "Alright, let's focus. What do we do when he wakes up?"

Morrigan leaned back in her chair, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she stretched her arms behind her head. "We dryfish him immediately, obviously."

Astaroth shot her a look. "Sister don't start—"

Lilith ignored the brewing spat, her gaze still locked on Alma Elma with barely concealed envy. "So? How was he?"

Alma Elma smirked, stretching lazily. "Mm… delicious~" she purred, letting the word hang in the air like a taunt.

Succubus-chan clicked her tongue. "Tch. No fair."

Rami practically vibrated in excitement, hands clasped together. "Does that mean it's our turn next?"

Rumi nodded eagerly beside her, while Remi's usually timid demeanor brightened at the prospect of a potential meal, her shy smile revealing a hint of anticipation.

"It depends on what he wants," Nina sighed over the phone. "Knowing him, he probably has a plan in mind, even if Alma Elma completely derailed it."

Succubus-chan's ears perked up, her head tilting as a sudden thought struck her, her expression shifting to one of deep contemplation. "Wait a second…" she trailed off, tapping her chin. "I think he has a list somewhere—something about ranking us from least dangerous to most. Maybe he did the same for this?"

The room fell into a brief, thoughtful silence as the succubi processed Succubus-chan's words, each of them imagining what Luka's supposed "list" might look like. The idea sparked a mix of curiosity and amusement, though some couldn't hide their skepticism.

"A list, huh?" Morrigan snorted, her smirk returning as she propped her feet up on the table, ignoring Astaroth's pointed glare. "I bet my sisters and I are at the top."

"Or maybe he ranked us by who'd scare him the least," Lilith mused. "If that's the case, I might be at the top."

"Huh…" Astaroth murmured, her expression unreadable as she refrained from correcting her sister. However, deep down, she hoped that she wasn't too high either. 

Nina's voice crackled through the phone again, her frustration palpable. "Anyway, the scolding is done. Alma Elma, don't do that ever again, okay?"

"Sorry to have made you worried," she chuckled. 

"I-It's nothing, really," Nina stammered over the line, a faint blush audible in her voice as she coughed awkwardly to cover it. "Anyway, bye everyone, and again, don't be too hard on him."

The call ended with a faint click, leaving the room in a charged silence as the succubi exchanged glances. Alma Elma lounged back on the couch, her tail tapping rhythmically on the couch in satisfaction.

"So…" Succubus-chan broke the silence. "If he does have a list, who do you think he'd pick next?" she asked, her eyes darting around the room with a mischievous smile.

Rami's hand shot up immediately, her excitement undeterred. "Me! Me! I've got so many fun ideas!" she exclaimed, her friends nodding in eager agreement.

"To be honest…" the mayor mused, her tone thoughtful as she glanced at the trio of imps, her hands smoothing out her apron absentmindedly. "It might be the most rational idea. Someone less intense after… well, last night." Her gaze flicked briefly toward Alma Elma, a subtle hint of reproach in her otherwise gentle expression.

"He needs someone to guide him properly," Astaroth shot back with her chest puffed out. "If he chooses me, I'll make sure to train him."

"Then we shall be next," Lilith added with a smile. 

"Urgh… You really think you're next?" suddenly, Mayu's voice interrupted them as she pushed the bay window's door open and entered the living room. "Trust me, Senpai will choose someone else."

The sudden intrusion drew all eyes to Mayu, her presence irritating everyone as she walked further into the room. 

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Morrigan glared at the Nightmare, her hand sparkling.

Mayu crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over the group with a casual indifference as she let out a soft sigh. "I'm just picking up some food before heading back to the shack," she explained, her voice tinged with weariness. After Luka's rampage, the Nightmares had been relegated to the shack in the garden—a structure magically expanded by Vinum to house them all.

"Do you want to participate?" the mayor asked with a curious glance.

"Honestly?" Mayu smirked, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes as she shifted her weight to one hip. "I'd love to put him in his place. But right now, I bet he doesn't even want to see us."

A heavy silence followed her words.

No one could deny it—Luka's last confrontation with the Nightmares had left scars, not just for them but for him as well.

Succubus-chan clicked her tongue. "Hah, way to kill the mood."

Astaroth's tail flicked slightly, betraying her unease. "Still… you might be right."

Lilith sighed. "If he really is making a list, then dealing with you Nightmares is probably at the very bottom."

Mayu's smirk remained, but it softened into something more thoughtful. "Exactly. That's why I'm not wasting my time hoping for a turn—"

She cut off mid-sentence as she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes landing on Luka, who stood frozen mid-motion, clearly caught in the act of sneaking toward the stack of pancakes on the counter.

Mayu's smirk faltering for a split second before morphing into a slow, amused grin as she took in the sight of him—disheveled hair, a rumpled shirt hastily thrown on, and a guilty expression plastered across his face as he clutched a fork like a thief caught red-handed. His hazel eyes widened, darting between Mayu and the doorway as if weighing his chances of escape.

"Uh…" Luka stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he straightened up, the fork clattering softly against the counter as he dropped it. "I… didn't hear you come in."

Mayu leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "Clearly," she teased. "You must've been really focused on those pancakes if you didn't hear anything."

Luka winced, a flush creeping up his neck. So they'd been talking about him. Fantastic. His stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, betraying him with impeccable timing.

Mayu raised an eyebrow. "Skipping meals again, Senpai?"

He looked away, rubbing the back of his head. "Not on purpose."

Before she could respond, another voice chimed in from the living room.

"Oh?" Alma Elma's hum was filled with amusement. "So you do wake up for pancakes, but not for me?"

A chorus of giggles, snickers, and barely concealed whispers erupted from the succubi lounging nearby.

Rami poked her head in, practically vibrating with excitement. "Luka, Luka! If you're up, does that mean we're next?!"

Succubus-chan leaned over from the couch, grinning. "Or are you picking based on your list?" she added, her tone dripping with insinuation as she waggled her eyebrows.

Luka's blood ran cold.

The house felt quiet, perhaps because he was still half-asleep and completely tired from his earlier night, but he didn't think it would be that bad.

They were all here. Looking at him with hungry eyes, ready to pounce like feral animals. 

"...What list?" he asked, blinking with an innocent confusion he hoped might throw them off, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his unease.

The mayor, coming in clutch, stepped forward to put herself in front of everyone. "Don't mind them Luka." she smiled at him warmly. "Go on, grab a seat, and eat to your heart's content."

Luka hesitated, his eyes darting between the mayor's reassuring smile and the sea of expectant faces behind her. The promise of food—and a momentary reprieve—was tempting, but the weight of their stares made his skin prickle. He shuffled toward the table, pulling out a chair with a quiet scrape against the floor, and sat down, keeping his movements deliberate as if any sudden motion might trigger the inevitable pounce.

The mayor slid a plate in front of him, piling it high with pancakes before drizzling them with syrup. "There you go," she said softly, patting his shoulder. "Take your time."

Feels like I'm being pampered, but… Luka thought, a mix of gratitude and wariness settling in his chest.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice still hoarse from sleep as he picked up a fork, though his appetite warred with the knot of nerves tightening in his chest.

Alma Elma sauntered closer, her tail flicking lazily as she leaned against the counter. "You're looking a little worn out, Luka. I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

The giggles from the living room swelled again, and Luka's fork paused mid-air, a piece of pancake dangling precariously as his face flushed deeper. "I slept fine," he said, shoving the bite into his mouth to avoid further questioning. 

When suddenly, he felt something grab him by the balls, tighter and tighter. He almost choked on his bite as the feeling took over him, his body shuddering.

"Ahaha!" Morrigan's cackle echoed from the living room, her hand glowing with a faint blue aura. "Revenge for me!" 

"H-Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?!" Luka blurted out, his voice cracking as the feeling intensified, sending jolts of heat and pressure coursing through him.

"Oh boy…" Astaroth sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she'd seen this disaster unfolding from the moment Morrigan opened her mouth.

Morrigan stepped closer, her twin tails floating like ethereal tendrils as she wiggled her fingers, the blue glow around her hand flaring brighter. "I told you, I'm getting payback for that stunt you pulled!" she growled, her smirk wide and unapologetic, her eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction.

"I thought we made peace!" he winced, his hands covering his crotch instinctively, but nothing eased the pain.

"That was before you fucked with the Lilith Bros!" she growled. 

The mayor turned sharply, her wooden spoon raised like a weapon. "Morrigan, enough!" she snapped, her tone firm despite her gentle demeanor. "Let the boy eat in peace!"

"He'll eat after I've dryfished him!" Morrigan retorted with a feral growl, her fingers dancing as she cranked up the intensity of her magic. The blue aura pulsed violently, and Luka shuddered uncontrollably, his body betraying him as the pressure pushed him to the brink, his erection straining painfully against the confines of his pants.

"Shit, I've been waiting for so long to do that!"Morrigan's eyes glowed with the same icy blue as her magic, her manic grin splitting her face as she watched Luka writhe under her spell. The young man's breath hitched, his body trembling as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure tore through him. Ropes after ropes of cum soaked his pants, the blue aura now coating him completely, the magic invading his nerves with magic. 

In mere seconds, the toll of the magic became horrifyingly apparent. Luka's body withered before their eyes, his skin drying and cracking like parched earth, his hair whitening and falling in brittle strands as he slumped against the table with a dull thud, his once-vibrant frame reduced to a frail, husk-like shell. His hazel eyes dulled, staring blankly ahead as his chest ceased to rise.

The succubus stood there in stunned silence except for three of them.

"Waaaa! Luka is dead!" Rami wailed, her voice piercing the silence as she burst into tears, her tiny hands clutching at her face in despair. Rumi lowered her head solemnly, her shoulders trembling as she murmured condolences under her breath, while Remi shuddered uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hugged herself, her quiet sobs echoing in the now-somber room.

"There!" the mayor grumbled, her voice a mix of exasperation and reproach as she turned on Morrigan, her wooden spoon still clutched tightly in her hand. "You scared the imps! And look what you've done to poor Luka!"

Morrigan blinked rapidly, her earlier bravado replaced with a flicker of uncertainty as she scratched the back of her neck, her twin tails drooping slightly. "Uh… oops?" she offered weakly, her voice lacking its usual bite as she glanced at Luka's withered form, a faint flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks.

"Urgh…" Astaroth sighed wearily. Well, my hope to have Luka is gone now.

Lilith crossed her arms, her crimson eyes narrowing as she studied Luka's lifeless form with a mix of irritation and grudging amusement. "Well, that's one way to take revenge. Though I'm not sure it was worth traumatizing the imps over—or losing our plaything in the process."

Mayu, who had been lingering near the doorway with her container of leftovers, let out a low whistle as she sauntered over to Luka's corpse. With a curious tilt of her head, she raised one of his skeletal arms, inspecting it with an almost clinical interest before letting it fall back to the table with a dull thud. "Damn, you did it quick. Do you always do it like this?"

"Well, yeah!" Morrigan replied, her confidence returning. "But it's fine right? He'll come back!"

"Still," Alma Elma sighed. It was taking everything from her to not punch the crazy idiot. "Do you truly think Luka deserved it?"

Morrigan shrugged, her unapologetic smirk returning as she crossed her arms, her twin tails swishing behind her with renewed arrogance. "I mean, he probably enjoyed it…" she muttered, her voice dripping with smugness as her gaze flicked to the mess staining Luka's pants. "Look how much cum he spurted out! Bet he went out with a smile."

Succubus-chan approached the kitchen slowly and looked with a curious expression. "That was interesting at least. I've never seen someone make a guy cum with just magic like that." She then turned to the tearful Rami and knelt beside her, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper near the imp's ear. "How about you go meet him in his room with the pancakes once he's stable? You can help him recover that way—give him a little TLC, you know?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she patted Rami's shoulder encouragingly.

Rami's sobs slowed as she blinked up at Succubus-chan. "What's TLC?" 

"Huh…" she scratched her cheek. "Just make him feel good, okay?"

The mayor turned toward them, her expression softening as she gave a firm, approving nod. "Okay!" Rami chirped, her demeanor brightening instantly as her tiny wings fluttered with renewed energy, her chest bouncing slightly with her excited hop. "Come on, everyone, let's go!"

The trio of imps scampered off toward Luka's room, their eager footsteps echoing down the hall as they clutched a small stack of pancakes on a plate, the faint scent of syrup trailing behind them. The rest of the succubi lingered in the kitchen and living room,

"Guess that settles who's next," Lilith muttered, her crimson eyes glinting with a mix of irritation and begrudging acceptance as she uncrossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "Though I doubt Luka's in any state to handle those three right now."

Astaroth sighed, her tail flicking in agitation as she cast a sidelong glance at Morrigan. 

"Hey!" Morrigan barked defensively. "He is my friend and he had to expect it at least once!"

"You dryfish your friends?" Succubus-chan deadpanned, her expression shifting to one of faint concern as she raised an eyebrow.

"You don't?" Mayu shot back with a sly smirk, not looking up as she stuffed her container full of leftovers.

"You've got a point there," Succubus-chan admitted with a reluctant giggle.

"Also," Morrigan continued, crossing her arms with a self-satisfied grin, "from now on, we're even. So that means he won't have to be scared of me anymore."

"That's… sound logic right there," Alma Elma muttered dryly, her tone laced with sarcasm as she snatched the remote and flicked on the TV, the faint hum of a talk show filling the room.

Meanwhile, upstairs in Luka's room, the trio of imps had turned their caretaking into a full-blown operation. Rumi was perched on the edge of the bed, force-feeding Luka pancakes while he was still out cold. The reincarnation had worked, but he was still taking the blow from Morrigan as his body spazzed out and his mouth drooled. 

Beside her, Remi hovered with a nervous energy, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she leaned in to press soft, tentative kisses to Luka's forehead. "T-this will help… right?" she murmured more to herself than anyone else, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and embarrassment. Her delicate fingers brushed against his cheek as she planted another smooch, her lips lingering a bit longer than necessary, as if sheer affection could speed up his recovery.

Rami, meanwhile, sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her chin propped in her hands as she stared with unabashed fascination at Luka's lower half. His spasming member—still reacting to the lingering effects of Morrigan's magic—leaking pre-cum. "He's still going, huh," she mused aloud, her tone more intrigued than concerned. 

Rumi shot a quick, exasperated glance at Rami while waving a pancake like a flag.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Luka let out a low, groggy moan as his body slowly stirred from what felt like a deep, dreamless slumber. His brown eyes fluttered open, blinking sluggishly against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His gaze landed squarely on the purple-haired imp hovering closest to him—Remi, her bangs partially covering one eye while the other froze wide in surprise. "What the—?" His voice cracked, hoarse and disoriented, as he tried to piece together the bizarre scene unfolding around him.

Remi let out a small squeak, her blush deepening as she shivered and jolted upright, her wings buzzing erratically. "Ah… h-he's awake…!" she stammered, her hands flying to her mouth as if to stifle her own voice, her wide eyes darting between Luka and the floor in a flustered panic.

Rumi let out a low, contented whistle, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she swiftly seized the opportunity. Without missing a beat, she shoved another piece of pancake toward Luka's mouth with surprising force.

"HHMM!" Luka thrashed weakly against the unexpected assault, his arms flailing as he tried to protest, but Rumi—easily the strongest of the trio despite her small stature—pinned him down with a firm grip on his shoulders. He managed to swallow the bite with a strangled gulp, his face flushing red as he coughed. "No need! I can eat myself!"

Rumi finally relented, pulling back with a silent huff as she crossed her arms, the half-eaten pancake still clutched in her hand like a makeshift weapon. Her lips pursed into a faint pout, but the triumphant glint in her eyes suggested she was pleased with her efforts, even if Luka didn't appreciate the method. She tilted her head slightly, her wings fluttering as she gave him a pointed look that seemed to say, You're welcome.

Remi, still a bundle of nerves, shuffled back a step, her hands twisting together as she glanced at Luka with a mix of concern and lingering embarrassment. "S-sorry if we… um… overdid it," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks remained a vivid shade of crimson. "We just wanted to help…"

Rami, meanwhile, hadn't moved from her spot at the foot of the bed, her grin widening as she watched Luka struggle to sit up. "Hehe… Now that he is awake… Let's give him some love!" she declared with a mischievous glint in her single visible eye, her tail flicking excitedly behind her.

Luka froze, his still-recovering body tensing as the overwhelming memory of Morrigan's attack flashed through his mind. Before he could protest, Rami tugged at the tight fabric of her bra, the material straining against her surprisingly ample chest for someone of her small stature. With a swift motion, she freed her breasts, pressing them against his aching lower half through the thin blanket, her warmth and softness sending a jolt through his already overstimulated nerves. "W-Wait! No spawnkilling!" he stammered, his voice cracking as he clutched the sheets in a desperate bid for stability, his face burning redder than Remi's blush.

"P-Please don't shout…" Remi shivered, her lips closing in on his as she pressed herself on his chest to kiss him. 

"HMMMM!" Luka tried to break free, his muffled protests vibrating against Remi's lips as he squirmed beneath her. But Rumi swiftly sat behind his head and grabbed his arms with surprising strength. Her red eyes narrowed with a silent resolve as she pinned him down, as if to say, Stay still.

Luka's muffled protests gradually faded into a resigned groan, his body still aching from Morrigan's earlier assault and now overwhelmed by the imps' relentless "care." He managed to pull his face away from Remi's kiss just enough to gasp for air, his cheeks blazing red as he shot a pleading look at Rumi. "C-Come on, guys, give me a break!" he panted, his voice hoarse as he tugged weakly against Rumi's iron grip.

But Rumi only responded with a wide, silent yawn, her red eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against the bedframe, her grip loosening slightly but still firm enough to keep him in place.

Rami, meanwhile, continued her relentless assault with a mischievous grin, crawling closer on the bed as she adjusted her position. She pressed her breasts more firmly around his shaft through the blanket, her movements slow and deliberate as she hummed a bizarre, off-key tune under her breath. "Hehe… penis go pew pew!" she sang in a playful, singsong voice.

Luka's face burned hotter than a furnace, a mix of embarrassment and exasperation coursing through him as he tried to wriggle out from under Rami's weight. "S-Seriously, Rami, knock it off!" he sputtered, his voice cracking as he tugged harder against Rumi's hold, though his still-recovering body lacked the strength to break free. The blanket offered little protection against Rami's antics, and the sensation was quickly becoming too much for his frayed nerves to handle.

Still, these were the weakest ones in the house. If he couldn't handle them, how could he ever progress? 

In the haze that was his mind, he could almost see Vinum looking with clear disappointment at him. 

Shit! Get it together, Luka! he chided himself, clenching his teeth as a flicker of determination sparked within him. He couldn't let himself crumble here—not when he knew tougher challenges lay ahead.

"Hey, hop!" Rami chuckled, her grin widening as she slipped under the sheets with a playful wriggle, clearly intent on escalating her teasing with more direct stimulation. Her tail flicked excitedly behind her as she disappeared beneath the fabric, her mischievous giggles muffled but no less ominous.

Luka's eyes widened in panic as the blanket shifted, Rami's movements sending another jolt through his already overtaxed nerves. "R-Rami, I'm serious—cut it out!" he yelped, his voice pitching higher as he tried to pull his legs up, only for Rumi's grip on his arms to tighten instinctively. He shot another desperate glance at Rumi, hoping for some kind of intervention, but the mute imp merely cracked one red eye open, before closing it with a snore.

Remi's little frame squirmed on his chest while he moved and she began keeping up with her kiss assault, making his eyes widen. 

"Gotcha!" Rami chirped under the sheets, and he felt her soft breasts wrap fully around his shaft, a squishy feeling that made him feel all tingly inside. 

"Hmmm!" he mumbled against Remi's lips, her tongue shyly invading his mouth as Rami began her assault in earnest below. The dual sensations were dizzying, pushing him dangerously close to the edge as his mind scrambled to keep up.

Shit! Shit! Shit! This is bad! I'm gonna cum already! The thought screamed through his head, panic and pleasure warring within him as his hands clenched Rumi's wrists harder, seeking any anchor to ground himself. He forced his mind to focus on something—anything—else, desperate to regain some control.

Think! What can I do to let them go without me dying? His mind raced, the word catching in his thoughts with a mix of exaggeration and genuine concern. Okay, not dying-dying, but still! Those breasts of hers are killing me in their own way! The absurdity of his own inner monologue almost made him laugh, if he weren't so preoccupied with the very real sensation of Rami's relentless teasing.

Then it hit him—he needed to counter the energy drain. Succubi fed on pleasure, right? If he could shift the focus, maybe even satisfy their hunger on his terms, he might be able to turn the tables. It was a long shot, but it was the only plan his frazzled brain could muster.

"I'm feeling better!" he managed to gasp out, his voice muffled and strained as he pulled his face away from Remi's kiss just enough to speak. "You can stop now!"

But he could hear Rami's cheeky laugh under the sheets. "Not until we're getting what we want!" Her tail flicked playfully against his leg.

"Y-Yes…!" Remi stammered with a shudder. 

Luka's mind raced faster, his resolve teetering on the edge as he tried to process their words. What they want? What does that even mean?

"Okay, okay!" he blurted out, his voice hoarse but steadier now as he tugged against Rumi's grip, trying to sit up just enough to regain some leverage. "If you're gonna keep going, then… then let's make it fair!" He wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that, but the words tumbled out in a desperate bid to shift the dynamic.

Rumi's red eyes cracked open fully at his outburst, her tired expression shifting to one of mild curiosity as she tilted her head, her grip loosening slightly on his wrists.

Rami paused her movements beneath the sheets, her muffled giggles fading into a curious hum as she poked her head out just enough to peer up at Luka. "Fair?"

"Yeah!" Luka shot with confidence. "You want huh…"

"I'm hungry…" Rumi muttered, her stomach rumbling. 

"Right!" Luka's cheeks flushed. "One shot each and you let me go, okay?"

Rami blinked up at him, her grin faltering for a split second as she processed his words, her tail pausing mid-flick.

Remi tilted her head, her wings stilling as her flustered expression gave way to confusion. "O-One shot…?" she murmured.

"I mean…" Rami mused. "Once we rub you one out, you can't do anything else, you know that?"

"Wait—" Luka tried to protest, his confidence wavering as he realized his vague phrasing had backfired.

"Back to work!" she slipped inside the sheets once more and began rubbing her breasts again. "Come on! Come on out!"

Luka's eyes widened in renewed panic, his plan unraveling faster than he could stitch it back together. "T-That's not what I meant!" he yelped, his voice cracking as he tugged harder against Rumi's grip, desperation creeping back into his tone.

Rumi's red eyes glinted with quiet amusement as she watched his struggle, her lips twitching into a faint smirk.

"Ah… Ah…" Luka clenched his teeth harder as he felt his release building up, his body twitching even more as Remi added a little pinch to his nipples. The unexpected jolt sent a shockwave through him, tipping him over the edge despite his frantic efforts to hold on.

He came, his body twisting involuntarily as semen pooled onto Rami's cleavage beneath the sheets. A triumphant smile spread across her face as she poked her head out, her green eyes gleaming with victory. "Yay! Did it feel good?" she giggled as she licked a drop in satisfaction.

Luka collapsed back gainst Rumi, his chest heaving as the last of the tension drained from his body. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as he tried to process what had just happened.

I die miserably and then get assaulted by three devils… and lose. Is this my life now?

"Okay, Remi, your turn!" Rami giggled, crawling out from under the sheets and switching positions with the shy imp, her grin wide and unrelenting as she flopped onto the bed beside Luka.

Remi hesitated only for a heartbeat before crawling under the sheets, her small frame trembling slightly as her warm breath tickled his overly sensitive skin. Luka's breath hitched, his eyes widening in fresh panic as he realized her intent. A blowjob now?! The thought screamed through his head, his body tensing as Remi's shy but determined presence made itself known below.

Rami, meanwhile, settled onto his chest with a mischievous grin, her weight pinning him down as she propped her chin on her hands. "Feeling better now?"

"Wait, R-Remi!" Luka started, his voice hoarse and desperate as he tried to sit up, but Rumi swiftly silenced him, swinging her leg over his shoulder and pressing her calf against his mouth.

ARGH FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE SHITS! A surge of rage coursed through him for an instant, but it ultimately collapsed as he heard Remi's muffled voice from under the sheets. "I-I'll be quick… promise…" before feeling her tongue trace along his shaft.

Fuck me… The thought echoed through his mind, a resigned groan as his body shuddered involuntarily, his overstimulated nerves teetering on the edge of collapse yet unable to fully resist the shy imp's gentle assault. Remi's licks were hesitant but relentless, her warm breath and soft tongue driving him toward the brink despite his battered state.

After a single minute of her determined effort, he came a second time, his body twitching as Remi gulped eagerly, her muffled hum of satisfaction vibrating against him. She pulled back slightly, her small frame trembling under the sheets as she savored her "treat".

I'm being defeated by that… Kill me already… Oh, right. I can't die. The realization hit him like a punchline to a cruel joke, his mind reeling with a mix of dark humor and despair as he slumped further against Rumi, his hazel eyes glazing over as he stared at the ceiling, too drained to muster more than a faint twitch of protest.

Rami giggled, her grin widening as she shifted off his chest, flopping onto the bed beside him with a triumphant stretch. "Two down, one to go!" she chirped, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she poked his cheek with a finger. "Come on! Rumi you're next!"

Remi emerged from the sheets with a small, flustered gasp, her crimson blush deepening as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "H-He's… um… delicious…" she stammered, her voice trembling as her wide eyes darted to Rumi, then flicked away in embarrassment. "Y-You'll… like it…"

Luka groaned, dragging a hand down his face as his chest heaved, his breath ragged from the relentless assault. "You're… all insane…" he rasped, his voice rough and strained as he shot Rami a weary glare, then glanced at Remi with a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Rumi shifted, giving Luka's limp arms to Rami. Then, she slid down his chest with a silent yawn, her puffy white hair brushing against his skin as she moved with an almost bored nonchalance,

AT LEAST ACT LIKE YOU CARE DAMMIT! 

Then, she lifted the sheets before flicking her puffy white hair behind her ear. His member throbbed painfully, still hypersensitive from the relentless effects of the monsters' influence, and Luka's breath caught as Rumi stretched her panties to the side with a deft movement. She exhaled a slow, silent breath, her red eyes half-lidded with a mix of fatigue and focus, before sliding down his shaft with a smooth, unhurried motion, enveloping him in her warmth.

Luka's eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping his throat as his overtaxed nerves lit up again, his body trembling uncontrollably under Rumi's steady, deliberate pace. "R-Rumi, wait—!" he choked out, his voice cracking as he tugged weakly against Rami's grip on his arms.

And for once, she listened.

He blinked, his ragged breathing hitching in confusion as the pressure suddenly eased. Everyone followed his gaze, the room falling into a stunned silence.

"Ah." Rami let out a small sound as she found Rumi's face collapsed on Luka's chest, snoring. "She fell asleep."

Luka stared down at Rumi, the little shit who'd pummeled him into the dirt during that brutal Succumon battle, now sleeping like nothing was happening—like she hadn't just started round three of his personal hell.

What, is my cock too boring for you?! His brain, fried from pleasure and exhaustion, began to short-circuit, a manic edge creeping into his thoughts. You're too good for this, is that it? Too cool to finish what you started, huh?!

THAT'S IT! CONTROL: FUCKMODE ACTIVATED! 

The absurdity of it all snapped something loose inside him, and for the first time in years, he felt the mana in his body shift—a wild, untamed surge of energy coursing through his veins like a long-dormant engine roaring to life.

With a sudden burst of strength, he yanked his arms free from Rami's grasp, his hazel eyes blazing with a crazed mix of rage and determination as he grabbed Rumi's shoulders and pinned her down onto the bed.

"Uwaaa! Luka's going crazy!" Rami's voice wavered as she flailed, her own weight—thanks to those hefty boobs—sending her rolling off the bed with a clumsy tumble, landing in a heap on the floor below with a muffled thud. "Ow!"

"GAHAHAHA! THAT'S IT!" Luka's laugh erupted, a wild, unhinged cackle as he loomed over Rumi, his hands pinning her shoulders to the mattress. His chest heaved, his body still trembling but now fueled by a chaotic surge of adrenaline and mana, his fried mind reveling in the sudden reversal. "You don't get to just nap on me, you little gremlin!" His voice was rough, teetering on the edge of hysteria as he glared down at her snoring form, her red eyes still closed in blissful oblivion.

"I'll beat you, Succumb champ—my turn now!" 

Rumi's snores hitched for a split second, her red eyes cracking open just a sliver before fluttering shut again, her lips twitching into the faintest smirk as she settled back into sleep. Her wings gave a lazy flutter, as if to say, Do your worst.

"You're on!" he barked, thrusting into her. The bed rocked beneath them, his pent-up frustration and newfound power helping him. 

Rami clambered back onto the bed, her green eyes wide with shock. "He's actually doing it… Get her Luka! She's asking for it!" 

Luka's laugh morphed into ragged breaths, his chest heaving as he leaned closer to Rumi's oblivious face. "You think you can sleep through me?!" he growled as he thrust harder, his hips slamming onto hers. "T-Take it!" his voice faltered for a second as he felt a jolt of pleasure after hitting a sensitive spot, but he quickly regained control.

AHAHAHA! EVERYONE WILL FALL AGAINST ME! EVEN THAT BLUE-HAIRED BITCH! His mind's delusions went into overdrive as he tried to get a reaction out of her. 

And, finally, Rumi's snores hitched again, a faint moan slipping out before settling back into a steady rhythm, her lips twitching into that infuriating smirk as her body rocked passively beneath him.

"Ah… Ah…" his strength began to fade as the way he used his mana was inefficient, the fuel he used to move burning like embers, his movements slowing. 

Noticing the shift, Rumi opened one eye and yawned softly, before giving a little squeeze with her inner muscles.

"…Shit," Luka gasped, his voice cracking as the sudden jolt of sensation ripped through him like a lightning strike.

His overtaxed body couldn't take it—his vision blurred, his arms buckled, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he collapsed onto her, his last reserves of strength giving out entirely. His release hit him hard, his hips jerking involuntarily as he spilled inside her, ropes of cum spilling out as the last embers of his mana-fueled frenzy sputtered and died.

Rumi's smirk widened ever so slightly, her red eyes glinting with quiet triumph as she lay beneath him, her breathing steady and unbothered. She didn't even bother to move, her body relaxed and pliant as Luka's weight slumped against her, his chest heaving with ragged gasps. Her wings gave a lazy flutter, as if to say, Took you long enough, before she let out another soft yawn and closed her eyes again, settling back into her nap as if nothing had happened.

"Uuuuuhhhh…" Luka let out a muffled groan, his face slumped against the mattress beside Rumi, his body too drained to even lift his head. His limbs felt like lead, his mind a hazy mess of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline, and the faint ache in his muscles reminded him just how thoroughly he'd been outplayed.

"Looks like they played with you well," the mayor's gentle voice rang out, the muffled sound of her steps approaching the bed cutting through the haze in Luka's mind. Her tone was warm but carried a hint of teasing reproach, the kind of motherly chiding that made him feel both cared for and mildly scolded at the same time.

Luka managed to crack one eye open, his vision still blurry as he caught sight of the mayor standing at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed and her apron slightly dusted with flour from her earlier kitchen duties.

Rami, still sprawled on her back with her legs kicking in the air, giggled uncontrollably, her tail swishing as she propped herself up on her elbows to grin at the mayor. "He totally tried to take on Rumi! It was awesome!"

Remi, kneeling nervously at the edge of the bed, fidgeted with her hands, her blush deepening as she glanced at the mayor with wide, guilty eyes. "W-We… um… didn't mean to tire him out that much…" she mumbled softly.

The mayor sighed, her lips twitching into a small, amused smile as she stepped closer, her gaze softening as it landed on Luka's utterly spent form. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised," she said, her tone gentle as she reached down to pat his shoulder lightly. "But you really should've taken it easy after Morrigan's little… stunt earlier."

Luka groaned again, his voice muffled against the mattress as he tried to muster some kind of response. "I… didn't have… a choice…"

The mayor chuckled softly, shaking her head as she adjusted her apron and glanced at the trio of imps. "You three are going to have to give him a proper break now, alright?" she said, her tone firm but kind as she fixed Rami with a pointed look. "He's not made of steel, you know."

"Right! Okay, let's go!" Rami nodded eagerly, her green eye sparkling with mischief as she hopped off the bed and darted over to Luka. With surprising strength for her small frame, she grabbed him under the arms and yanked him off Rumi in one swift motion, hauling him upright despite his feeble protests.

"W-Wait—!" Luka yelped weakly, his voice cracking as his legs wobbled beneath him, his body still too drained to support his weight properly. He flailed for a moment, his arms dangling limply as Rami pushed him on the other side of the bed. 

Rumi, now free from Luka's slumped weight, let out a soft snore and rolled onto her side, her puffy white hair spilling across the pillow as her wings twitched faintly in her sleep. The faint smirk on her lips remained, a silent testament to her effortless victory as she nestled deeper into the bed, completely unbothered by the commotion around her.

"Now, eat your pancakes and take it easy, okay?" the mayor gave him a warm smile before leaving the room with the two other imps, Rumi staying sleeping on the bed.

Luka grumbled as he looked at them going away until his eyes met Rumi's sleeping form. 

"Don't mind me," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he mustered the last remnants of his mana. A faint shimmer of energy flickered around his hands as he reached out, gently sliding his arms beneath Rumi's small frame. With a careful heave, he nestled her into a cradle against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder as her wings folded neatly against her back.

After settling her close to him, he exhaled a shaky sigh of relief, the tension in his body finally starting to ebb as the warmth of her small form grounded him. His eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion of the morning catching up to him all at once as he leaned back against the headboard. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift off into a much-needed sleep, the faint scent of pancakes and Rumi's soft snores lulling him into a hazy peace.

But before he fully slipped away, his half-lidded gaze caught the clock on his bedside table, its glowing red digits reading 11:00 AM.

It's only the morning and I'm already exhausted…