Story: Succumilf

Oh, but she had a headache all of a sudden. Normally when a succubus got a headache like this they found some idiot and fucked the headache into him, but right now she wasn't quite able to muster the will for it.

"That's the face of a mother who just caught her son in bed with a slut," her sardonic secretary said, helpful as ever. “Hmmm ah judging by how your expression just shifted it was <b>two</b> sluts wasn’t it? My goodness, don't they grow up so fast these days? If you're not careful you'll be a grandmother before long.”

A grandmother. Oh no. A succubus grandmother didn't tend to last long. Your power tended to get drained away by the overwhelming urge to take care of the grandkids while the son or daughter rutted and reproduced and got on with the general ‘cubus business. This wouldn't stand! She was too young to be a grandmother! She was only three thousand years old! Sure, she'd been three thousand for two millenia already, but that was beside the point!

“My son is a responsible young man.” Mayoko said. And he was! Mostly! A reliable, loving, and studious young man. Except for his inability to keep it in his pants. And his newly awakened incubus powers making him quite literally irresistible to women. The hotter the woman, the harder they'd find it to resist him.

... Oh no, she hoped it was new, he might have been fooling around for quite a while behind her back long before she ever found out. Gah!

“This is why I’m wary about having children. Ah but I suppose I’d have to find a boyfriend first.” the secretary said. "Speaking of boyfriends, that hunky new start is up today. He should be in soon. Mind if I call dibs?"

If she did, then she'd suddenly find herself locked in a room with her incubus son overnight. No, no, no, that was the impractical vengeful side of her thinking. All she had to do was keep her busy with petty little things, keep him away from their new web developer for, say, half an hour and then she'd have him eating out of her hands, and voila. Mission accomplished, at long fucking last.

"Here," Mayoko said, handing over a handwritten letter. "Transcribe this, email to my boss."

"Transcribe your awful handwriting, right."

Yes, indeed. Her handwriting was so bad that one occult client mistook it for mystic runes. It wasn't, of course, but... oof, good thing it wasn't that could have caused an awful mess.

"Also, make sure to check our stock of office supplies is accurate. Mr. Jiro called in sick, so you have to take care of it.”

“My my that seems a bit-”

“Also!” She slammed down a stack of paperwork onto her desk. "I need you to arrange a meeting with our American branch!"

"You are aware I don't speak a word of English?"

Yes. Yes she was. Kukuku, masterfully done. Any one of those tasks alone would take her half a day to get through.

“Right I get the point stay away from the new meat. I’ll get these done as fast as I can Boss.”

Alright. Now the snarky secretary was out of the way. Now then! Let's see. She was wearing her snazziest pantsuit. Bright red, because red is the colour of passion. A little wave of her fingers, and some tasteful cleavage, a slight slit on the skirt. Not enough to seem unprofessional but more than enough to look sexy. Heh. Sex magic is the ultimate tool for seducing some poor idiot mortal. Now all she had to do was sit on the corner of this desk, show off a whole heaping load of thigh, and wait for him to-

"Huh, where' his chair?" she wondered.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open and a buff shirtless oiled up man suplexed - you read that correctly no need to double take - an office chair into the room, and then proceeded to land on it.

“CHESSSTOOOO!!!” He cried out as he landed.

"Holy shit that was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," a certain secretary said while walking past the room.

“I need to seduce this man.” Mayoko said quietly to herself, “I need to have sex with him.”

And she had no idea if that was a good or bad thing! At least she could console herself that with her son safely at school he wouldn’t be getting into any trouble himself today.

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You ever have this really good idea when you're fuck drunk, and then go right on ahead to forge your mother's signature to make it happen? Then you go fuck sober, find yourself standing at the consequences of your brilliant scheme, and all you can do is stand there and smile?

Well...

"Alright class, say hello to your new classmate," the teacher said, taking great care not to look at him for too long. Which was something he intended to fix up later. You know. If he survived this experience. The class in front of him stared at him. He stared back. One of them raised their arm.

"Yes, Haruka?" the teacher said.

"Um... this is an all girl’s school," Haruka said. Yes. Indeed it was. He'd conned his way into St. Martha’s School for Young Women. Even though he was plainly a boy.

He was going to jail. That was it. He had finally pushed his luck too far, and now he was going to jail.

"Is there an issue with that?" the teacher asked, her cheeks flushed.

Haruka looked him in the eyes for a moment, and seemed ready to say something. Something full of righteous indignation. Full of completely understandable fury. Then she sat down looking every bit as flush as the rest of class.

"Nuh uh," Haruka said. "No problem here."

Oh what even is this now? Nobody was raising a complaint or anything? Well, okay. Whatever. He looked around for a place to sit and... Huh.

"Where should I sit?"

Every girl in class raised their arm, their intentions transparent in their eyes. They wanted him to sit in their lap. Or maybe vice versa?

OK. Seji knew he was a bit of a playboy. But this was a bit weird. It was like he had gone from just being “charming and attractive” to “supernaturally magnetic to women” over the past week or two. “Somebody can bring in another desk, right?”

“O-of course.” The teacher said. "You'd better come with me. A big strong boy like you would be better for carrying a desk like that, right?"

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So this was it! His first day on the job! It was official. It was unmistakable! He. Was. An. Adult!

"C-could you please put a shirt on?" his beautiful new boss asked. "Or... at least stop rubbing yourself down in oil."

"Sorry boss!" he yelled. "I'm just so excited to be starting my new job! I'll put a shirt on now." He then shouted and threw a dress shirt and jacket into the air, leaping up into them.

His boss’s secretary clapped between counting printer cartridges.

"This is a workplace, not a theatre!" his boss snapped. She pointed out of the room, while our brave hero nodded sagely at her wisdom. He had so much to learn from her. The secretary slunk off to do her duties elsewhere, which was for the best. Her random applause was getting quite distracting.

Once she was gone, his boss adjusted her office suit and sat on the corner of his desk, then crossed her legs.

"So, as your boss I would like to take some time to get to know you a little better," she said. "Those are quite the muscles you have. Do you work out?"

He nodded slowly. "Oh yes. Daily, in respect of my beloved master who died while fighting a resurrected zombie dragon, and my second master who died while defending me from a giant mutated kitten, and my third master who died of the flu after he dove courageously in front of a coughing ill man who was standing almost right in front of me and did not cover his mouth."

That last one... the villain! The scoundrel! If he ever met that uncouth lout again, he would surely... he would surely have to forgive him for what he had done! He would forgive him with all of his strength!

"That sounds like quite the tragic - " his new boss began - then she somehow slipped off the table corner and landed in his lap.

<i>Oh this is bad.</i> he thought. He could feel every inch of her body against his. Had she gotten curvier since the last time he saw her? Impossible. He just must be exaggerating her body in his impure mind! He was unworthy of such a pure and innocent being such as this, if she knew what sort of wicked thoughts had passed through his mind right now... why, it would shock her to the core of her being!

If she dared imagine that he had so vividly imagined... holding hands with her and giving her head pats, it would be too embarrassing for him to endure! So he did the only rational thing that he could do. He ran to the window, stuck his hand out, and caught a kitten that had fallen out of a passing plane. As you do.

“Wow I don’t think that’s the pussy you were supposed to catch.” The secretary said.

“Will you do your job!?” His boss shouted. Right! He'd better get to it, then! He'd do his job like his life - nay, as if the very universe itself depended on it!

1. Mayoko continues to attempt to seduce Kenshiro. It doesn’t work.
2. Suddenly a shounen villain shows up and needs to be promptly dealt with.
3. The Angel of Love Mayoko was warned about appears to complicate things further.
4. A succubus rival appears to complicate things further.
5. Something else