Chapter 1: Don't take my life away just because you misused the search engine!
"Fuck! I still don't understand this fucking sheet music!" I tossed the offending paper onto the coffee table and swore again in frustration. My unruly black bangs stood in a sweaty disarray as I stared at the ceiling, hands clasped behind my head. Exhaling sharply, I craned my neck and laid my eyes on the maddening contraption that I had so optimistically bought a few days ago: a drum kit.
"Screw you, you overpriced heap of metal," I grumbled as I shoved myself off the couch, wincing slightly as the blood began to rush back into my legs. I took a few calming breaths and readied myself for another round with the kit, my thoughts momentarily drifting to the reason I'd bought it in the first place.
My dear friend and classmate, Kenji, had invited me to play a few songs with his band at their next gig.
I, a Chinese music student living in Tokyo, was absolutely terrified at the prospect of playing drums in front of a writhing mass of sweaty humanity. I had always excelled at music, but performing it live was a different animal altogether. I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts of my impending doom.
Suddenly, a knock at the door caused me to jump in surprise. "Who the hell could that be?" I muttered under my breath as I made my way towards the door.
"Indeed, a visitor from hell," a sultry female voice answered from outside my door.
Living alone in Japan, I rarely had guests, save for a few male friends who often brought trouble. The thought of someone like her—radiating sensuality and temptation—was almost surreal. Curiosity piqued, I opened the door, revealing a woman who looked like a Japanese gyaru, yet her contours and figure echoed those of an African American porn star. She stood there, poised at my threshold, exuding an allure that was impossible to ignore.
“How did you get to my door without using the front entrance?” I asked her, my voice laced with suspicion. I wasn’t about to let her stunning beauty disarm me; after all, tales of honey traps were all too common online.
“Hmm, why is it a Japanese person?” she replied, feigning surprise before addressing my question. “As a succubus, I could have simply appeared in your room. But considering the matter of courtesy, knocking on your door is already a considerate gesture.” The suspicious "Japanese gyaru" responded with a playful smirk, her confidence palpable.
She casually pushed me aside and stepped into my room. I responded to her earlier question, “I’m actually Chinese, not Japanese.”
“Oh, whatever. Both Asian anyway. I was hoping for a ni**er,” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice as she flopped onto my bed. Then, unexpectedly, she asked, “As an Asian, why do you often watch adult films featuring Black women?”
I was taken aback that she knew such a personal detail. With a hint of irritation, I retorted, “Do you realize it’s incredibly rude to hack into someone’s computer and check their browsing history?”
“Speaking of rudeness, you shouldn’t leave a beautiful lady standing for so long without inviting her to sit down,” she replied with a playful smirk.
“Well, in terms of politeness, you shouldn’t have mentioned that n-word just now,” I shot back.
“Oh, don’t judge me by my looks; I’m a real African American,” she said with a confident grin, and she added "I definitely get the n-word pass."
“Well, I assume you didn’t just drop by my room at this hour to discuss issues of colorism, did you?” I asked, then remembered my manners and added, “Would you like some tea? Or perhaps juice or soda? Sorry, I don’t have any alcoholic drinks at home.”
“Oh? I didn’t expect you to be so polite. Since I’m in Asia, I’d love some tea—Chinese or Japanese will do,” she replied without hesitation, her tone casual yet commanding.
I couldn’t help but notice her beauty and composure, but I tried to shake off those unnecessary thoughts.
“Alright,” I said, and as I headed into the kitchen, I added, “My name is Ro Se, by the way.”
“Oh, Sophila Kandicha here,” she replied.
“Sophie... Ka... Kadickchart?” I struggled to pronounce her name.
“Just call me Phila,” she said, a hint of impatience in her voice.
“Alright, Miss Philia,” I responded.
“It's Phila, without the 'I' sound at the end,” she corrected me.
“So you just mentioned that you’re a succubus? Is that some kind of new trendy joke, or real?” I asked, my voice tinged with unease.
“As real as a donut, motherfucker!” she replied.
And suddenly, an alluring black glow enveloped her. A pair of white succubus horns sprouted from her head, and her voluptuous figure, reminiscent of a Latina, revealed a seductive and wicked tail. Behind her unfurled a magnificent pair of large black wings, reminiscent of a bat but far more beautiful. The sound that accompanied this transformation startled me, echoing in the room like a thunderclap.
"WHAT DA FUCK!!!" I scream the shit out of my ass, "You ain't no waste time, don't you?I didn't say I don't believe you, Miss Phila!" I complained while she keep giggleing.
"By the way, sorry about the f-word, it's rude to swear in front of a lady." I apologize even I knew this sexy Africian American bitch is here for taking my life.
“But why me? Is it because I swear too much?” I asked her, bewildered.
“Of course not. If I were to take the lives of everyone who swears, I’d need ten more vaginas,” she replied calmly.
“Is it because... I occasionally smoke weed?” I struggled to recall what I might have done to attract a succubus intent on taking my life.
“Seriously? I’m not a drug enforcement officer. Besides, that stuff is chill. Do you have any right now?” she laughed, and I shook my head to indicate that I didn’t.
“Then is it because... I haven’t been going to church since I started living alone?” I pondered, considering the most likely reason.
“Do I look like a god damn angel to you? What the fuck does that have to do with me?” she shot back, her tone both amused and dismissive.
“Why should I patiently explain this to you instead of just draining your sperm and life force?” Phila asked me with an intriguing tone.
“Because… we’re both minorities? You know, Asians and African Americans,” I replied, racking my brain for a somewhat plausible excuse.
“Pfft…” She couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “That’s the most ridiculous shit I’ve ever heard,” Phila declared, wearing an amused grin. “But I can’t deny that you’re even more adorable now.” She looked at me with playful eyes, her gaze suggestive and probing. "For the sake of your sense of humor and adorable, let me explain. Simply put, it’s because you watch too many porn featuring Black women.”
“Are you kidding me!? Since when did being Chinese and watching porn featuring Black women become illegal? Or did I miss some rule written in the Bible?” I retorted indignantly.
“It’s not like that, it’s actually a misunderstanding,” she patiently clarified. “As I mentioned before, I was originally looking for a Black male. In the world of succubus, we have something similar to a search engine where we can input specific keywords to filter our targets. After entering some specific terms, I ended up inputting ‘frequently watches porn featuring Black women’ as a condition to find Black men. Who would have thought that you, this Japanese… sorry, Chinese guy, would be filled with sexual fantasies about Black women?”Phila began explaining with a smirk.
I was momentarily speechless before asking, “Didn’t you ever think about just entering ‘Black male’ or the N-word directly into the keywords?”
If I were to lose my life because of some idiot who didn’t know how to use a search engine, I would go insane.
“Do you think I didn’t want to? The incubus managing the search engine is an SJW who says searching for specific skin colors is fucking racist. We can only use other methods to filter for the ethnicities we want!” Phila exclaimed angrily, clearly frustrated by the trouble this had caused her as well.
...I suddenly realized I had never felt such hatred toward SJWs before. “By the way, why do you want to find Black men?”
“Hmm? Because I’m hoping to find a bigger penis?” Phila replied nonchalantly.
“That’s some real damn racism,” I shot back, my sensitivity as an Asian flaring up with anger.
“Sorry, I take that back. I just want to find someone with a similar skin tone; is that better?” she apologized without a hint of sincerity.
“...It’s too late,” I responded, feeling the weight of her words. The damage was done—what a discriminatory jerk to have such stereotypes about Asians!
“Alright, enough of the small talk. To make up for my stereotypical views about you and your race, how about I offer you an unforgettable, mind-blowing sexual experience before you die?” Phila said, her eyes glinting with mischief as she began to close the distance between us.
“Excluding the part where you take my life, I think that would be a rather popular apology for all those who have faced discrimination,” I replied, instinctively backing away from her advancing figure.
“Look at you, so calm. It seems you've already accepted that you're going to lose your life,” she taunted, stepping even closer and preparing to peel off my shirt.
“The fuck I am accepting my fate!” I shouted, panic surging through me as I bolted toward the door. “I haven’t even had a girlfriend and any sex experience yet! I don’t want to die like this! and yes, sorry for the f-word again!” My voice echoed in the small room as I desperately sought an escape.
“Pfff..you are really such a gentlemen, aren't you. Well, regarding that last part you mentioned, I think I can help you with that,” she laughed, her tone teasing and playful.
Just as I reached the doorway, ready to flee into the safety of the outside world, a sudden jolt stopped me in my tracks. A glowing purple circular symbol appeared on my chest, radiating an otherworldly light. A strange sensation ignited within me, swirling like fire and ice at the same time, leaving me paralyzed and bewildered.
The room felt smaller now, the air thick with tension as Phila’s laughter faded into an eerie silence. My heart raced as confusion and fear gripped me tightly; I was trapped between my instincts to run and the inexplicable force holding me in place.
“Damn it! This glowing thing is keeping me from moving!” I shouted, frustration boiling over.
“That glowing thing is called a Inmon(Japanese, means lewd mark). It only prevents you from leaving this spot; your arms and legs are still free to move,” she said, stepping closer with a seductive and sultry expression that sent shivers down my spine.
“Oh? Is that so? Thanks for the heads-up! Although I don’t believe in hitting women…” I hesitated for a moment before attempting to shove her away with all my strength. But she merely brushed my hand aside with a dismissive flick.
“Damn it! Your cursed magical energy is countering my attack!” I exclaimed, anger flaring in my chest.
“…I’m not using any magical energy. It’s simply that your physical strength can’t compete with my body as a woman. You really are weak…” she sighed, her tone dripping with condescension.
Then, raising her left finger, she chanted a short incantation. In an instant, all my clothes vanished, neatly folded and placed beside my bed. She laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Now that was real magic.”
“Well! If you weren’t a succubus here to take my life and possessed such magic, I’d say you’d make a very competent wife!” I couldn’t help but retort, my voice laced with sarcasm.
A fleeting blush, so subtle I almost missed it, flickered across her face before she quickly regained her sultry demeanor. With a playful glint in her eyes, she leaned closer and said, “Get ready to experience your first and last wild sex!!”
“Wait! Didn’t you say you were looking for Black cock? I can use my Google Maps to help you find Africa, and then you could just teleport there with your succubus magic to enjoy your all-you-can-eat buffet of black sausages, right?” I blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt for throwing my Black friends under the bus in a desperate bid for survival.
“That would drain too much of my magic!” she exclaimed, bursting into laughter. “Besides, an occasional taste of Chinese sausage might not be so bad either!”
Phila's hand grab my penis and shocked “Impossible! How could your have a cock this fucking huge?! I even never seen a cock this Big ever, even with a black man, and you’re just an A—” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement before I cut her off.
“Hey! Are you about to make another racist comment?” I interjected, my irritation bubbling to the surface.
“Sorry, sorry! But when a sexy succubus is complimenting you, just graciously accept it, okay? Still… this really is quite large,” she said, holding my cock with her both hands as her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
“Oh? Does that mean you’re so intimidated by my cock's size that you’ll turn around and leave me a hefty sum of money as compensation for shocking me? Then I can guarantee I’ll forget about tonight just like my Manchester United forgetting how to win?” I said hopefully, a grin spreading across my face at the thought of escaping this bizarre situation.
“Not happening,” she replied calmly, her expression unreadable.
“‘Not happening’ means you won’t let me go and turn away, or ‘not happening’ means you won’t leave me a large sum of money as compensation?” I asked, desperately hoping it was just the latter.
“Of course, it’s both, you handsome adorable huge cock stud,” she laughed, her voice ringing with amusement.
“Wait! This doesn’t add up! If succubi really exist, how come I’ve never heard of anyone dying from having their energy and life force drained by one?” I desperately searched for any glimmer of hope that might allow me to escape this fate.
“Oh, once you lose your life, I’ll just find some low-level demon to possess your body,” she replied with a casual smile, her tone almost playful.
“Then, over the next few days, you’ll have a series of ‘accidents’ that no one will notice as you’re farewell to this world. I guarantee you, the way you die will attract less attention than Manchester United winning a match.”
“I just won’t get hard! Let’s see how you can drain my fluids then!” I declared, suddenly struck by what I thought was a clever idea. To distract myself, I began to sing, “Glory Glory~ Man United! Glory Glory Man United!” I poured my energy into the club anthem, focusing on anything that had nothing to do with sex. My mind raced through memories of Manchester United players, their matches, their victories… Well, to be honest, they hadn’t had many victories lately, but let’s ignore that part.
“…Are you an idiot?” Phila looked at me as if I were the biggest fool in existence—actually, scratch that; she was looking at me like I was a complete moron. “Shut up! To hell with Manchester United! I’m American; I don’t even watch English football!”
“…Would switching to the Boston Red Sox be any better?” I asked hopefully, clinging to the idea that maybe this would appease her.
“Isn’t that just as bad as your garbage Manchester United?” she replied flatly, irritation creeping into her voice.
“Do you really think that’ll work on a succubus? And if you don’t shut up, I swear I’ll make that low-level demon control your body to sing your little anthem while you meet your untimely end. The whole world will know just how ridiculous your fandom is!” she threatened, her tone mocking.
“Don’t you think these ‘balls’ are more enticing than a soccer ball?” she teased, playfully squeezing her voluptuous breasts and giving me a sultry look that sent shivers down my spine.
I had to admit, she was damn right. The way she licked her lips seductively only intensified the heat in the room. “Just forget about your pathetic Manchester United and enjoy your last wild celebration of life!” she purred, her voice dripping with temptation.
“Red Devil for life, die a Red Devil!” I shouted, summoning every ounce of defiance I had left. It was my last desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of control.*(For those who don't know: Red Devil is the nickname of Man Utd)
But as she began to tease my sensitive areas with her hands, I felt my resolve wavering. “What did you just say?” she asked, her tone playful yet insistent.
I finally admitted, realizing I was losing the battle against my own desires, “I-I said, you’re a born sexy devil.” My voice was barely above a whisper now.
"This is a prize for your honesty." she start to lick my balls, rolling her tongue over the sensitive skin. With a deep, sultry laugh, she added, "Well, my sexy 'Red Devil' has finally submitted himself into my hands."
She then began to stroke my shaft from its base to tip with both hands gently, creating alternating sensations of heat and cold that left me squirming.
“Please… don’t!” I managed to utter, my voice weak and trembling as I fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “Stop it!” I pleaded again, but as the pleasure intensified, my words began to betray me, morphing into a desperate whisper: “Please, don’t stop it!”
Phila chuckled, her voice filled with amusement.
“As you wish then,” she teased, her lips curving into a playful smile.
Her skilled hands coaxed my body to unimaginable heights of pleasure, leaving me panting and gasping for air.
For a moment, I forgot about my dire situation and surrendered myself to the whirlwind of sensations. The way her fingers worked in harmony was like watching a world-class orchestra in perfect synchronization—mesmerizing. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she stopped abruptly.
She looked at me, eyes gleaming with mischief and triumph.
"Damn! Your cock is getting even bigger now!"Phila smiles and winks at me as she watches with excitement. "Can you feel your sperm boiling up? Are you ready to shower me with it?" she asked with curiosity, her voice teasing and seductive.
"Shower you? More like a tsunami!" I boasted, even though my confidence was weakening.
What are you thinking?! The sperm is your only lifeline to hang on! Stop talking!" I reprimanded myself silently.
As the waves of pleasure surged toward their peak, a sense of danger washed over me, awakening the primal instinct to survive. Desperate to divert my thoughts from the impending climax, I began to mutter frantically, “I don’t want this! I want to think about something else… I need to focus on my music studies! If I don’t get good grades, I can’t graduate. If I can’t graduate, I won’t become a performer. Without being a performer, there’s no money! And without money, I can’t hire a prostitute! Damn it! I can’t think about hiring a prostitute! Fuck! I can’t think of anything!! Ah!!” My voice escalated into an uncontrolled scream as the pleasure broke through its limits.
My frantic rambling drew a chorus of laughter from Phila, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Let go of your pleasure,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “Don’t worry, as long as I’m not using my pussy to drain your essence directly, you won’t lose your life immediately! Come on! Enjoy the succubus’s oral sex and blast your semen!” she whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but be swayed by her seductive voice. My body tensed, every muscle straining as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume me.
"AHHH!!!!!!!!!" I shouted, and as if struck by a divine power, waves of semen erupted from me, surging forth like a geyser in a primal display. Phila reveled in the sensation, opening her mouth wide to catch the very essence of my life force. As she swallowed gulp after gulp, she moaned with delight, enjoying the momentary rush and intensity.
My body shuddered as the climax roared through me like a tidal wave, leaving me weak and breathless. The air in the room grew heavy and tense, filled with a strange energy that seemed almost otherworldly.
"WOW! that's really a huge amount of load...wait...WHAT?!" Phila's voice filled with shocked, "You are still fully erecting after that
enormous blast! I can't believe it, your ejaculations are as unending as a volcano!"
"Un-ending? Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?" I gasped, trying to recover from the powerful orgasm I just experienced.
"No, not at all. It just keeps going," Phila replied, awe and anticipation in her voice as she continued to stroke my still-hard member.
As the seconds passed, I realized with horror that Phila was right.
"Perhpas it's something to do with my body's condition..I I have been diagnosed with a rare condition called hyperspermia..." I answer and added, "The doctor mentioned that my condition is consider to be really serious and severe even compare with others with hyperspermia.."
I continued to speak, my voice wavering from exhaustion.
Phila's eyes widened as she listened, her hand still stroking me gently but with less frequency, almost as if she were in shock. "Hyperspermia... that's a rare medical condition where you produce an abnormally large volume of semen," she said, as if reciting a well-rehearsed line.
I nodded anxiously, trying to catch my breath. "Yes, and it seems that my condition is considered particularly serious.
During my last check-up, the doctor mentioned that the average male produces about 3.7 milliliters of semen per ejaculation. However, I consistently discharge 200 milliliters, sometimes even more! I've read online that hyperspermia is rare, affecting only 0.001% of men worldwide. But I must be among the extremely unlucky few who suffer from this condition in its severest form," I explained, feeling both relieved and embarrassed by sharing my medical condition with her.
Phila stared at me wide-eyed, her hand still lightly stroking me.
The room felt charged with tension, only the sound of our breathing punctuating the silence.
“Hmm, I see.” She nodded thoughtfully, pausing before adding, “I have never heard of or experienced a human with such severe hyperspermia in my thousands years of existence.”
I could sense a hint of excitement in her voice—after all, it was not every day that she encountered something unusual.
“Well, this doesn’t look like an ordinary condition anymore; it feels more like a superpower,” she remarked as her eyes gleamed with curiosity.
"Does that make me a superhero with this super power?"I ask while she keep stroking my cock with her obscenity dirty hand job.
"Oh, then whats your super hero name in this case? Cumman? Semenpool?" she asked.
"...Forget about it." I answered, I prefer to be an ordinary men instead of a superhero with these dumb names.
"Time for the ride," Phila said and she mounted herself onto me, slowly impaling herself on my erect cock. I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure as she sank deeper and deeper onto my length.
When I opened my eyes again, I was taken aback by the sight that greeted me. Phila, in her stunning, seductive form, was above me. The way she effortlessly slid onto me was like a dancer performing on stage; there was something captivating about her movements. A strange sense of fascination weaved through my thoughts as I lost myself in the dance unfolding before me.
Phila's body, like a graceful serpent, convulsed and undulated in perfect harmony with my own desperate heartbeat. It felt like an eternity passed as the seconds ticked away, merging into an ocean of erotic bliss. The moans that filled the room seemed to resonate within my soul, fueling our intertwined energies as we surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
As if pulled from my trance, I realized Phila was looking at me with a sly smile on her face.
I grab her hips hard and thrust upward, driving my cock deep inside of her.
The force of the thrust sends Phila tumbling forward, her body draped around me as I continue to plunge into her.
The room is filled with heavy breathing and the sounds of our flesh slapping together.
Phila’s face is flushed red, and her chest heaves with each desperate breath.
“Have you finally decided to stop resisting and just enjoy yourself?” Phila asked, her hips swaying more vigorously as she spoke, a playful glint in her eyes.
“For god’s sake! I’m going to lose my life after tonight anyway! Why not savor every moment with such a perfect, sexy Black woman?!” I cried out, my voice a mix of desperation and pleasure, teetering on the edge of tears.
“Oh! You really think that of me? How sweet!” Phila exclaimed, her delight evident as she leaned closer. Then, in a sultry whisper by my ear, she added, “To be honest, you’re exactly my type too!”
“Damn it! So this is what having sex pleasure feels like! Why didn’t I muster the courage to find a girlfriend years ago?!” I shouted, caught in the whirlwind of sensations that Phila was unleashing upon me.
She laughed softly at my reaction, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. As I continued to revel in the pleasure she provided, she closed her eyes, cradled her head in her hands, and tilted back, a blissful expression washing over her face.
“Tell me! I won’t lose my life the moment I release, will I? I want to enjoy more moments with a sexy temptress like you!” I pleaded, my heart racing with both excitement and fear.
“Oh~ my huge cock boy, don’t worry. Most men can last at least two or three times before they meet their end,” Phila replied with a teasing smile, her confidence radiating as she continued to sway against me.
“But,” she added, her eyes sparkling with both curiosity and amusement, “with a powerhouse like you, I’m eager to see what will happen next!”
As our hips met, an indulgent silence settled in the room. Only the sounds of our heavy breathing and occasional moans filled the air, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this could be a night to truly remember.
Phila leaned close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Do you want to feel what it’s like to take a succubus over the edge?
Do you want to give this girl her first orgasm—in thousands years?”
Her voice was so soft and sultry, I was caught off guard. My heart pounded in my chest, my curiosity and desire piqued. “Yes! Show me how!” I exclaimed, my breath hitching in anticipation.
Phila slowly shifted her hips in a deliberate rhythm, rotating them round and round as her inner walls pressed against my throbbing cock.
"DAMN! I am cumming now!" I shouted , overcome by the increasing intensity of our lovemaking as Phila's skilful movements drove me to the brink of pleasure.
Without warning, Phila’s body shuddered, her limbs trembling as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel every muscle in her body clenching around me as she cried out in pure ecstasy.
Her uncontrollable pleasure only intensified my own desire. My heart raced, mind blissfully empty of all thoughts aside from the enchanting succubus writhing in pleasure above me. Loads after loads of semen releases from my cock, the volume unmeasurable as never-ending chains of euphoric delight poured from Phila's core.
As the blissful lovemaking session began to taper off, Phila's movements slowed, her eyes eventually opened to gaze at me with a look of utter satisfaction and fascination.
"My, my, I certainly didn't expect to discover such a unique 'gift' in a human," she chuckled, brushing her silky hair away from her perspiration-dotted forehead.
Struggling to catch my breath, I replied, "I don't know if it's a gift or a curse, but I just know you are too damn sexy and turn me on, which I only wanna continue.." I keep thrusting my member towards her without any break after last ejaculation.
"What! wait hey.... damn! harder! harder! this is amazing!" Phila first unbelievable then she give the fuck up to figure out what happening and keep enjoy the intercourse session with me. However, soon her mind was swept away by the storm of sensations that I had unleashed, wiping away any notion of resistance.
As our orgasms ebbed away, Phila and I lay there, spent and breathless, our bodies still intertwined. The world around us seemed to dissolve into a hazy fog as a strange silence settled over the room.
Eventually, Phila caught her breath, her voice returning to a faint whisper. "What just happened? Did your hyperspermia really give you that kind of stamina?
I've never experienced anything like this before, even in my thousands years of existence," Phila said, her voice wavering slightly as she grasped for words.
"Well, I am going to lose my life anyway! It's none of my concern now, I only want.." I climb on top of her body and again insert my shaft inside her body, "I only want to keep having sex with you pretty damn bitch!" but while I keep thrusting harder I add,"sorry for the b-word, it's rude to say that to a lady."
"OH!! ARRRRR! Harder, YES! YES! I love the way you call me a bitch, make me your bitch! You just can't stop, don't you!? You always act like this? she asks with a giggle as she bit her bottom lip.
Before I could respond, my body tensed up again. I close my eyes and struggle to regain control. "Uh... not always... at least, not until now, I am just so into you...I mean...You are so pretty, so sexy, so..perfect!" I mutter sheepishly.
A blush on her face deepened. The way we moved together was flawless, as if a master ballet dancer had choreographed our steps. Our bodies moved in rhythm, and each thrust brought a gasp or a long moan to her lips.
"Miss..Miss Phila, may...may I kiss you?" I ask shyly.
"Huh....of course..but why..?"she answered while the blush on her face become more prominent.
As I intensified my movements, summoning every ounce of courage, I finally shouted the words that had been buried deep within me: “Because I love you! Miss Phila! I’ve always hoped to have a girlfriend perfect like you! Before my life comes to an end, I at least want to deceive myself into believing that I once had a girlfriend as amazing as you!” I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. I did not know why I was saying these things, but I knew that I could not help it. The depth of my feelings for Phila was growing stronger with each passing moment.
Phila stared at me, her eyes impossibly wide. In all her centuries of living, she had never experienced this degree of intimacy and emotional connection with another being. Yet, there was a part of her that understood that this could be her last chance to know what it was like to have a human partner.
"Sorry...Miss Phila..is this too odd..!?" while I haven't finish my sentence, Phila pressed her lips firmly against mine, her passion igniting a fire within me. Our tongues entwined in a heated dance, sending shivers down my spine. She pulled back slightly, a hint of shyness in her eyes as she looked at me. “Unlike my other skills, I haven’t really kissed anyone like this before… If I’m not doing it right…”
“Miss Phila! You’re perfect and amazing!” I interrupted, my heart racing as I dove back into the fervent kiss, losing myself in the warmth of her embrace. "I LOVE YOU! MISS PHILA!" I repeat one more time.
The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us in this electrifying moment. Every sensation was heightened—the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin against mine, and the intoxicating thrill of finally expressing my feelings.
I almost reach the peak and my another ejaculation is coming soon, but this time is different, more tension between us this time, or I don't sure if I could say it is love?
“Miss Phila! I love you!” As the waves of pleasure surged once more to their peak, I sensed that my next release was imminent. But this time felt distinctly different; there was a connection between us, something that might even be called love? I wasn’t sure.
“Miss Phila! I love you!” With another powerful release, we held each other tightly, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. One of us was experiencing a first kiss, while the other was a succubus with no prior kissing experience. Neither of us knew if our movements were right, but our tongues eagerly sought each other, intertwining in a dance of desire.
As before, my movements didn’t slow after the release; instead, they grew more fervent. “Miss Phila! I love you! If I lose my life after this next cum—or any after—please promise me you’ll always remember my name. Remember that there was a foolish boy who deeply and sincerely loved you in his final moments. Will you do that for me?” I spoke earnestly to the succubus who had come into my life through a series of strange coincidences, yet had threatened to take it away.
A deeper blush spread across Phila’s cheeks, her face turning as red as a ripe apple. She gasped for breath, and instead of words, she answered me with a deep, passionate kiss that spoke volumes more than any declaration could convey.
As I cum within Phila for the three more times, a wave of fear washed over me. I dreaded that the next climax would bring with it the end of my life. Yet, I felt no regret—only a bittersweet longing to express a few more words. “I love you! Miss Phila!!! Arrivederci!!” I declared, uttering what might be my final confession before pouring my love into her once more.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself to meet my idols—Chopin, John Lennon, and Michael Jackson—in the afterlife. However, when I opened my eyes again, I found no sign of them; instead, I was greeted by the reality of Phila’s breathless form against my chest, reminding me that I was still alive.“You really go all out! Aren’t you afraid I might get pregnant? You naughty handsome boy!” she teased, her voice playful as she nestled closer in my embrace.
“…I’m just doing my best to bring as much satisfaction as I can to the woman I deeply love before my time runs out,” I replied sincerely.
“…You’ve already satisfied me countless times, darling. If you keep cumming inside me, I might really end up pregnant,” she said shyly.
“Oh, sorry… wait a minute… what did you just call me?” My heart raced at the sound of that “D” word. “Don’t you like me calling you darling? My boyfriend,” she emphasized the word "boyfriend" with a playful smirk.
I froze, replaying her words in my mind. Did she just call me her boyfriend?
Before I could react, Phila began lightly tracing patterns on my chest, her body still snuggling comfortably against mine. She pressed a sweet kiss to my collarbone and whispered, "Does the title 'boyfriend' suit you?" Her voice carried a note of curiosity as she awaited my answer.
I gaped at her, utterly taken aback by her question.
“Uh?! Are you serious? Miss Phila… I…? Not only will I not lose my life… but now… I have such a perfect girlfriend? Really? Am I not already in heaven?” The happiness felt surreal and overwhelming.
“Ah! You’re not planning to abandon your girlfriend and head to heaven, are you?” she pouted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Of course not! Miss Phila, I will cherish you and make every moment together the happiest for you... my girlfriend!” I clumsily declared.
“You fool!” she said, playfully poking my chest with her finger. “And what was that about ‘Arrivederci’? That’s Italian, not Spanish! Idiot! And why are you speaking Spanish to me? I’m an African American born and raised in America, not Mexican!” She laughed heartily before adding, “Also, don’t call me Miss Phila anymore; just call me Phila... okay? You’re my first boyfriend in thousands years; I want to hear you say my name.”
With newfound determination, I sat up and placed my hands on her shoulders, gazing deeply into her eyes. “Phila, I love you now and forever.” (Later on, she would tell me that this gesture made her feel electrified and swoon.)
Phila’s cheeks flushed crimson once more. “You charming devil! Have you really never had a girlfriend?” she asked shyly. “You might not know this, but even among the promiscuous succubi, I'm infamous as a bitch—bitchy among the bitchy! And yet... you’ve managed to make me blush! You naughty charming devil!” She buried her face deep into my chest, her laughter ringing like music in the air around us.
-end of chapter one- (chapter two coming within one or two days)
Author's Note for Chapter One:
First of all, this is a story written by an Asian with very poor English skills. So if you happen to notice any grammatical errors, please don’t be surprised, and don’t expect any beautiful prose.
This tale is based on my own romantic experiences from my university days, crafted into a narrative that has never been publicly shared before. It carries a hint of Japanese anime style and revolves around succubi (and other yet-to-be-introduced humanoid monsters), dark magic, and a touch of mysticism—all wrapped up in a erotic, romance (or perhaps comedic?) novel.
Expect to encounter a plethora of jokes related to race, film culture, history, and cultural clashes throughout the story. If that’s not your cup of tea, I want to make that clear from the start.
However, if you find yourself enjoying this story, I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for your support. Please don’t hesitate to share your valuable feedback with me. Thank you once again for joining me on this journey!
As I put down my pen, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness about sharing this piece of my heart. The characters danced in my mind like vibrant spirits, ready to leap onto the pages and bring their stories to life. I hoped readers would find joy and laughter within these lines, just as I had while writing them.