eremy slumped lazily onto the living room sofa, tossing his backpack carelessly aside. He
took a deep breath, unfastened his jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper; pulling his
underwear down along with them to his knees, he then simply kicked them off, leaving them
to lie on the floor. His rock-hard cock immediately sprang free, jutting straight up into the
air—veins bulging, its head glistening with a clear, viscous fluid. He grabbed it and began
stroking it with a relaxed, steady rhythm, his palm encasing the hot, throbbing shaft. He
knew that even if he stroked himself to ejaculation, he wouldn't truly reach a climax; that
sense of ultimate release would forever remain just out of reach. Ever since awakening this
damned, primal Succubus bloodline, his body felt cursed—trapped in a perpetual state of
heat that could only be fully quelled by burying himself deep inside a woman's wet, eager
pussy.
"Fuck... when is this ever going to end?" Jeremy muttered under his breath, his eyes
half-lidded as his mind flashed back to the wild scene he'd shared with Caroline earlier in the
school restroom. That little slut had ridden him like a wild animal, her hips gyrating madly,
her bouncing breasts nearly milking him dry. Yet now, his cock was hard again, and he was
left to amuse himself like this—a desperate attempt to alleviate the insatiable hunger surging
from the very depths of his bones.
Just as he was stroking away in earnest, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out inside
his head: "Congratulations, Host. You have successfully completed the Hidden Quest:
'Engage in sexual intercourse with the Protagonists, Elena and Caroline.'"
Jeremy's movements froze instantly; his hand remained clamped around his cock as his
eyes widened in shock. A semi-transparent system panel materialized before his eyes,
flickering with a soft blue light:
Reward: Your Succubus Abilities have been unlocked.
Innate Charm: Your Charm stat has increased by 100%. Now, no girl can resist you.
Physical Enhancement: Every part of your body now appears even more alluring and
delectable in the eyes of women.
Sensitivity Control: You can now adjust your physical sensitivity at will.
Succubus Demonic Form: This form reveals your true appearance. It may be used
only once per day (duration: 1 hour). While in this form, all of your physical attributes
are boosted 100-fold.
A familiar wave of warmth instantly surged through Jeremy's body, spreading upward from
the base of his cock—like the snapping of a loosened shackle. He felt every muscle in his
body tense slightly; his skin grew smoother, the contours of his face became more refined,
and even his cock seemed to thicken slightly, its glans swelling to a deep purple hue. He let
go; his cock dangled in the air, hard as an iron rod.
"Fuck! You cockless system!" Jeremy stood up, his naked lower body fully exposed, his cock
swinging wildly. He cursed at the empty air: "Why the hell are you showing up *now*? Where
were you earlier? I nearly got ridden to death by Caroline in the bathroom just now! If you'd
given me this 'Sensitivity Control' earlier, would I have ended up in such a pathetic state?
Fuck you, you late-ass bastard!" Enraged, he unleashed a torrent of profanity in every
language he knew—from English to other random words that inexplicably popped into his
head—spewing them all out in a furious tirade. Thanks to this system, he now felt like a
beast in heat: his cock was constantly rock-hard, so hypersensitive that the slightest touch
sent waves of agonizing pleasure through him, leaving him panting like a slut being fucked.
The system panel vanished silently, offering no response. Jeremy sat back down on the
sofa, still panting heavily, and leaned his head back. "Fuck you and your ancestors,
system..." he muttered to himself, mentally weighing the value of his rewards. He could
ignore the trashy abilities for now; the *Innate Charisma* and *Physical Enhancement* would
make picking up women far easier, while the *Succubus Demonic Form* would be an
absolute weapon in this vampire-infested world—allowing him to utterly crush any opponent.
But the most practical reward of all was the *Sensitivity Control*. From now on, he could
actively master that 100-fold intensity of pleasure; no longer would he be ridden and fucked
by women like some helpless slut—instead, he would be the one to dominate *them*.
Two hours passed without Jeremy even realizing it. Finally, slumped on the sofa, he drifted
off into a groggy sleep. He found a blanket to cover his lower body, but his cock remained
rock-hard, tenting up beneath the fabric. Masturbation offered only temporary relief; the only
true cure for his insatiable hunger was fucking a woman. Even in his dreams, he was
vaguely picturing Elena's beautiful breasts and perky ass, a smile of pure satisfaction playing
on his lips.
*Click.* The front door opened. Elena stepped inside, her long brown hair falling casually
over her shoulders, one hand resting on the strap of her backpack. Her olive skin glowed in
the fading light of the sunset; her long legs—clad in tight jeans that perfectly accentuated her
firm, shapely ass—moved with a stride that made one yearn to reach out and give it a
squeeze. Her brown eyes swept across the living room, instantly locking onto Jeremy on the
sofa. His sleeping face looked peaceful and handsome, but the telltale bulge beneath the
blanket made her eyebrows arch ever so slightly.
"Jenna isn't home?" Elena murmured to herself, tossing her backpack onto the coffee table
before tiptoeing toward him. Her superhuman senses—a gift she'd acquired after her first
time fucking Jeremy—caught the faint scent of a familiar perfume lingering in the air, though
she didn't give it much thought. On the coffee table lay a note from Jenna: *Gone to the next
town over; won't be home tonight. Take care of yourselves—and Jeremy. Love from Jenna.*
A mischievous smirk played on Elena's lips. Jenna—with her voluptuous breasts,
creamy-white American skin, big ass, and long legs—usually preferred to hide her assets
beneath baggy clothes, but Elena knew just how alluring her aunt truly was. Yet right now, it
was just her and her little brother in the house. A wave of possessiveness washed over her;
ever since she had crossed that forbidden boundary and fucked Jeremy, she could no longer
tolerate the thought of him touching anyone else. Especially Caroline—that little slut with the
blonde hair, blue eyes, perky tits, and curvy ass, who was always flaunting her long, pale
legs in short skirts.
She bent down, leaning her face close to Jeremy's until her cherry-red lips hovered just
inches from his own. Her breasts swayed beneath her T-shirt, her shapely ass jutted out
slightly, and her long legs pressed together. But the instant their lips touched, her brow
furrowed sharply. Her superhuman sense of smell caught an unfamiliar scent—Caroline's!
That cloyingly sweet perfume assaulted her nostrils. Elena's eyes narrowed instantly,
burning with rage. She straightened up, glaring down at Jeremy's sleeping face, her chest
heaving.