Story: Succumilf

 

A dreadful, horrible thought struck Mayako out of nowhere. She'd been operating on the assumption that this was meant to be the 'second arc' of the hero's journey to become strong, but - What if she'd assumed wrong? It should follow that this was the second arc as he'd already plainly gone through the first already, without her noticing until it was too late. The pattern didn't fit the third arc either. So what could be wrong?

That was simple enough: What if it was a filler arc?

Yes, a filler arc. Intended not to be part of the main story, but rather to buy time until the next big bad was ready. Establish the hero's strength - that is to say, make him feel more confident and secure in his powers and his role before escalating the threat further.

It would explain a lot. For example, why the goons were being blown through way too quickly. The head honchos here weren't ready yet! She kept on having to motivate them by letting them give her footrubs and the like! Think now, think. What's the best thing to do here... She couldn't back down yet. If she was wrong about this and it turned out to be a filler arc, the worst thing that happens is Kenshiro is even more ready for the second arc when it comes. If she's right about this being the second arc, then letting him blow right by it will leave him ill prepared for the third arc! Either way, she had to throw up roadblocks in his path to ensure he was ready.

Divide and conquer. When in doubt, divide and conquer! Get Kenshiro separate from the others, and then -

"Mistress, our attempt to divert them into different routes has failed."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "How did it fail?" she asked.

"They barreled right through the door, ignored the clever riddle and marched on without missing a beat," the messenger said. "Can I lick your armpit?"

She threw something at his head. "Come on! We're not even ready with a real threat! Tell me you're doing <i>something</i> to mitigate this!"

"Well, we did send a team out to find the Unholy Sceptre of Java," the messenger said. Ah? That sounded promising! "Alas, the team has wound up caught in a journey of self discovery, likely culminating in -"

She threw something else at him. Didn't really pay much attention to what it was. Probably another mook. From the sound of it those guys might be a while. Which meant that they were out of options. By her estimations, they'd be here in - oh, maybe thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds to come up with and implement a plan. Thirty seconds to ensure the hero's quest doesn't stop at the next hurdle, because they were somehow vaulting clear over this one! This was her duty, her responsibility, her - 

"Looks like I have to take care of this personally..." Mayako grumbled. "Urgh, even that line is a cliche! Quick, give me a mask or something and I'll - Oh never mind, I can already hear them coming up the stairs."

She took off her business suit and dumped it to the floor without ceremony. Let her wings out, manifested a snazzy leotard with a high spiky collar over her body, nasty looking leather gloves, the highest of high heeled boots, and then donned a mask over her face. Thus, when the door was hammered down, and the group was standing there before her, they beheld a succubus at the height of her power, having spent about an hour and a half draining the lust from a bunch of idiots - 

"M-Mayako?" Sora gasped in absolute horror. "Is that you?"

"Mayako?" she replied with a truly haughty lilt to her tone, and then a moment later she let loose a healthy ojou-sama laugh. "Ohohohoho! You must mean the wretched human woman I am possessing!"

"You fiend!" Kenshiro clenched his fists. "Get out of her body, or I'll -"

"You'll only hurt her, you know!" Mayako hastily replied. Oof! All of a sudden she got a real kick there. A lot of lustful energy was dumped right into her body out of nowhere. She must be affecting the hero more than she'd expected. "But please, don't hold back on her account." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs - and for some reason Sora fainted on the spot. Oh dear, it was almost like her energy had been drained away- 

Oh. Oh! Maybe that was it? Maybe - Could it be that she'd been draining their life force enough that they were way, way weaker than normal...? Mayako's lips twitched a bit, teh sinister sneer she'd been plastering on her face faltering for a moment, and then - Gulp! Ahahaha, she'd accidentally made her own hell hadn't she? If only she'd worked that out sooner, maybe she could have done something about it?

The die was cast though. Now she would have to fight it out with the hero himself. It wouldn't be easy - but the way she was feeling right now, stronger than she had in a lifetime, she felt ready to put him to the test!

Though she did rather feel like she was forgetting something rather important.

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He couldn't take the worry anymore. Ai had a perfect attendance record. Almost as perfect as her face, her body, her personality, her fashion sense, her grades... He'd have to ditch the afternoon class. It was gym, which meant he'd be changing alongside the girls, because for some reason this all girl's school hadn't kicked him out yet and he hadn't worked out why, but - screw it, he could skip one afternoon to check up on the one and only girl that ever meant anything to him.

Which was a fine plan with only one problem. There was a group of girls lurking by the entrance, blocking his path. One of them even had her leg up in front of the doorway, making it so he'd have to either duck under or try to step over, and there wasn't quite enough space for him to do that thanks to the others being there too.

"Going somewhere?" she asked. Oh, right. This was a girl from class, wasn't it? "You're not thinking of skipping gym, are you?"

"Not feeling the best today," he said. "Would you mind - "

The girls all closed ranks. He was surrounded in short order. While he could push his way out, he couldn't do it without hurting them.

"You're checking up on Ai, aren't you?" one of the girls said. He couldn't remember her name, at all. "She's been off sick today, apparently, and you're always mooning over her."

"Maybe I caught what she has, " Seiji offered. "We live in the same building, she's my neighbour, so -"

"So, it's very obvious what you're after," another girl said, very much inside his personal space. "You want a piece of that as badly as we want a piece of you. So! You're not going anywhere this afternoon, buster. You're coming with us!"

"Ahem!"

Everyone turned to see a teacher coming their way. Oh, thank goodness. A stern, pretty woman wearing rectangular glasses, stalking towards them with a truly serious expression about her.

"You're not harassing this young man, are you?" she demanded. Then she reached into the group and grabbed Seji's hand. "As for you, it's quite clear you're not sick. If you're so worried about your neighbour, let's go to the teacher's office and give him a call."

Phew, okay. That sounded reasonable. He doesn't get in trouble, they can check in on Ai, all works out in the end. Ah, at least, that's how it should be... Except when he arrived at the teacher's office, all the women in there were staring hungrily at him. Perched on the edges of tables. Buttons unpopped... Were there always this many hot teachers at this place? It wasn't just his imagination was it, that wasn't normal.

"Incidentally, Mister Seji," the teacher that had brought him here whispered in his ear. "We've already called Ai to check on her, and she insisted that we... prepare you."

"P-Prepare me?" Seji gulped. That was a weird turn of phrase. "Prepare me for -"

As one, the teachers all dropped either their skirts or their shirts to the floor. Oh. Okay then. This was actually a situation he already knew how to handle. Still, he didn't want to betray Ai - Except, it seemed that she was giving him permission here? He felt more confused than he'd ever felt in his entire life, and when Seji got confused?

Well, it meant that some pussy somewhere nearby was getting pleased.