Story: Succumilf

 Sorry this one was late! Hope you all like it.

There wasn't a power in the universe that could keep Ai from getting knocked up tonight. Both her and Esme, and then after they were done all the Angels would get knocked up by the hero one by one. Producing a whole new generation of the strongest, smartest, most fuckable Angels the world had ever known.

It was a simple plan. Bringing him here was no problem at all given that he lived next door. She'd already brought out the old fertility drugs, set the scene appropriately with mood lighting, scented candles. She had bought a hundred bottles of lube, just in case they needed it. She'd been worried it might have been a bit excessive, until she remembered the sight of the hero's handsome face, his powerful hands, his mighty shaft~

"So..." Esme mused aloud. "This hero's been a bit tricky to get in the mood, yes?"

"Indeed," Ai replied immediately. "I've all but thrown myself upon him, and he's been remarkably chaste. We may need to use more intense methods to bring him to bed."

"Is that so...?" Esme pondered. "Well. I've heard that the one thing guaranteed to lure a man into bed with a woman - assuming he's into women - is to see two women make out."

Aha. Of course. Ai nodded along with this idea right away. Yes, yes, that made sense. There was, obviously, no ulterior motive on Esme's part. It was a pure tactical approach, and one that she could well appreciate. Furthermore, it would bring about other tactical advantages as well. Like, for example, helping to ease him into the idea of welcoming Esme, getting comfortable around her, ensuring that she was able to be around him naturally.

"Very well then," Ai said, sitting down next to her fellow Angel. "However, I do see one problem with this plan. We must make it look good. Have you ever kissed another girl before?"

Esme bit her lip while staring into Ai's eyes. Of course. It was only natural that she would not have any experience in this area. In which case, Ai would take the initiative. They should have some time before he arrived, and she was absolutely determined to make sure he didn't slip through her fingers today.

As for Esme? She was running a parade inside her own mind while Ai leaned down to steal her lips~

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Sora had a sacred mission, or so she thought. To her mind, she was meant to bring the hero into their ranks. Make him realise exactly what was required of him by destiny. However, her mission had been inadvertently suborned by the enemy. Twisted up beyond all recognition. She had not yet deduced that Mayako herself was, in fact, a succubus in deep cover, nor that she had sold her soul to the MILFy goodness right in front of her.

What she did know was that her thinking was being manipulated by a succubus. Sure, she thought it was a succubus that was possessing Mayako, but that was neither here nor there. Kenshiro, the great hero of the modern age, was keeping Mayako busy by talking loudly and confidently at her about basically nothing at all.

"Surely a succubus can find other avenues in life than consuming the souls of easily aroused men!" Kenshiro bellowed. "Use your powers to better the world, not for your own selfish benefit!"

"Whoo! You go, Kenshiro!" Rei applauded by the sidelines, while Sora felt completely paralysed. She was trying really, really hard to expel this influence in her soul, which was demanding she help her mistress get on Kenshiro's dick, any way that she could. But it wasn't budging. She knew it was an external influence. It had to be! The alternative was that she'd already sold her soul to the succubus, and she was pretty sure she'd remember doing that!

Unless she was blackout drunk. Even so, she'd only ever done that with Mayako, and she clearly wasn't a succubus normally! She was far too professional and cool and - And she'd produce such wonderful children for Kenshiro, wouldn't she? Yes, yes she would. Ahhh~ She could see it now, the three of them raising the next generation of heroes together. The power of light and righteousness would be forever secured~

Which made it all the more imperative that the succubus was banished as soon as possible! It was the one and only way to free herself from this insidious control, and ensure Mayako got into a hot and heavy threesome ASAP! Glancing over at Rei... Hrm, maybe her too?

She'd seen that, of course. She'd seen right through that sneaky trick. Sneaky trick, trying to trick her into getting outrageously horny at the idea of those two banging! True enough, it was kinda working for her - but that was hardly the issue here! If Kenshiro banged the succubus, it was she that would become pregnant, not Mayako!

Unless... Hold on, wait a minute here. What if that was the plan from the succubus? Yes, now that she thought about it, there could be some form of reversal here. A bluff! It wasn't hard to see through. Yes... Yes, of course!

I mean, look at her. Look at her, right there. Any succubus would've interrupted the hero. Agreed with what he was saying, lounged off him, maybe even threatened to do something unfortunate to Mayako's body! Her luscious, curvacious, pleasant body... Sora licked her lips with anticipation. Of course. Of course of course of course! She could see through it now. This was a plan. A plan, a scheme, a plot! They were trying to brainwash the hero against sex! They were trying to make it so he would not ever reproduce, no matter what!

In which case, her thinking led her in a new direction: Get that succubus knocked up as soon as possible. Her mistress had to be impregnated. That was her duty. Her calling. Her... Intention for being here today. Her destiny. Her fate. Her sexual fantasy had become ensuring that Kenshiro impregnated first the succubus - who would no doubt have their evil genes overwhelmed by Kenshiro's awesome heroic genes - and ensure the continuation of heroism through until the day that evil in the universe was finally, mercifully overcome!

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Seji was booking it down the street.

For some reason, every single woman in the area wanted a piece of him. And when saying a piece of him, he wasn’t entirely sure they just meant fooling around with him. At this rate, he was half convinced they wanted to rip off a part of his body, preserve it, and use it for some kind of dark ritual.

A quick glance over his shoulder made his stomach drop.

It wasn’t just one or two women following him. It was a horde.

Students, businesswomen, grandmothers, baristas still in their aprons—he swore one of them was a nun—chasing him down like he was the grand prize in some supernatural scavenger hunt.

"Seji! Let me take you out on a date!"

"Seji, be my first and my last!"

"Seji, I will commit crimes for you!"

That last one made his survival instincts kick into overdrive.

He leaped over a bike rack, dodged a woman launching herself at him from a park bench, and nearly face-planted when a girl with rock-climbing gear scaled a streetlamp just to get closer to him.

What the hell is happening?!

Sure, he’d always had decent luck with women, but this? This was a lot. Usually, he could chalk his natural charm up to good genetics and decent hygiene. But this? This was unhinged. Was he cursed? Had he unknowingly eaten something weird? Was this karma for stealing that last piece of cake from the office fridge?

No time to figure it out—his apartment was in sight.

Heart pounding, he made a beeline for the entrance, fumbling his keys out of his pocket. He barely got the door open before throwing himself inside and slamming it shut just as one woman lunged for him.

Thud.

She hit the glass, leaving a smudge of pure, unfiltered desperation. The others piled up behind her like a romance apocalypse version of a zombie horde.

Seji slid to the floor, panting. "Okay," he wheezed. "That was new."

And just when he thought he could breathe, there was a knock at the door. He peeked outside and saw there: That's right, in the confusion and chaos he'd forgotten why he was in such a hurry home! It was Ai! 

His neighbor. His—well, he wasn’t sure what they were yet, but she was the one woman in the entire city he was actually interested in. The fact that she wasn’t currently trying to break down the door to get to him made her even more appealing. Somehow, she'd managed to make the crowd disperse! Oh, that made him cherish her even more!

Ai arched an eyebrow, stepping into his apartment with a bemused expression. "Rough day?"

Seji groaned. "You have no idea."

Before she could respond, another voice chimed in, a head appearing over Ai's shoulder as if from out of nowhere.

"Um. Is this a bad time?"

She was tall, elegant, with silver-blonde hair and a vaguely celestial glow that made her look like she belonged in a Renaissance painting. 

Ai sighed. "Seji, meet Esme. She’s, uh, visiting."

Seji waved weakly. "Hey."

Esme tilted her head. "Do you, um… normally have this problem with crowds of women?"

"No."

She hummed, studying him like he was a particularly interesting puzzle. Then she glanced at Ai, a small frown forming. "Ai, I think I know what’s going on."

Ai stiffened. "Wait. You do?"

Esme nodded slowly, her gaze sliding back to Seji with something suspiciously close to curiosity.

"...Has anyone ever told you that you have very unusual energy?"

Unusual energy...? Esme turned on her heels and sighed. "Come on," she said. "We'd better get the two of you back to Ai's place. On the double. We've got a lot to get through. And... If I may? Leave your clothes. You won't need them."

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Mayako sat on the stolen villain throne, trying very hard to process her life choices. It wasn’t going great. Yesterday, she had been on a perfectly normal mission: seduce the up-and-coming hero, Kenshiro, and bring him over to their side. A classic succubus play. Easy, right?

Wrong.

Instead, she had gotten kidnapped by some overenthusiastic mid-tier villains, who turned out to be about as competent as a pack of unsupervised toddlers with superpowers. And somehow, through the sheer gravitational pull of her succubus nature, she had accidentally taken over their entire operation. And now? Now, Kenshiro was in front of her, delivering a full-length shounen protagonist monologue about the power of the human spirit, the bonds of friendship, and—what was this part about?—something about never trusting the temptations of darkness? She had stopped keeping track five minutes ago.

Mayako resisted the urge to rub her temples. She had a very delicate balancing act to maintain here. As far as Kenshiro knew, she wasn’t Mayako—his slightly exasperated, undercover teacher who had been kidnapped. No, right now, she was playing the role of the succubus that had possessed Mayako’s body.

Which meant she had to act the part. She crossed her legs, resting her chin on her hand, and gave her best sinister smile. “Oh my, such passion. Truly, you are a worthy opponent.”

Kenshiro clenched his fists. “I’ll never fall for your tricks! You may have stolen Mayako’s body, but I swear I’ll save her from your evil grasp!”

Oh for hell’s sake. Mayako barely resisted sighing out loud. How was she supposed to get out of this one? She couldn’t exactly just drop the act now—if she did, she’d have to explain way too much, including why she hadn’t seduced him yet.

Before she could formulate a plan, she felt a strange shift in the air. From the corner of her eye, she caught Sora shifting uneasily. The girl was staring at Mayako with wide, conflicted eyes, her hands clenched at her sides like she was battling some deep internal struggle.

Mayako had noticed the girl acting strange the past few minutes—hesitating, glancing at her like she was on the verge of some revelation. And then, suddenly, Sora gasped.

“No… I understand now.”

Mayako’s internal alarms went off. Oh no. Oh no no no. What was she about to say? Sora took a dramatic step forward, pointing at Mayako with the conviction of someone delivering a last-minute anime twist. “I know your true plan, vile succubus!”

Kenshiro tensed. “What?! What have you discovered, Sora?”

Sora’s face was grave. “She’s not here to tempt you. She’s not trying to corrupt you at all.”

Mayako barely held back a relieved sigh—maybe this wouldn’t be so bad—

“She’s trying to make you so suspicious of beautiful women that you never have children!”

…

Mayako stared at her. Excuse me? <b>Excuse me?!</b>

Kenshiro recoiled. “What?!”

“Yes!” Sora continued, as if she had uncovered the most sinister plot in history. “It’s brilliant! She tempts you, but in such an obvious and exaggerated way that you see right through it! Then, you learn to doubt any beautiful woman who ever approaches you! And eventually, you grow old, alone, never trusting love, never having a family! She’s dooming the hero’s bloodline before it even begins!”

Mayako’s brain just shut down for a solid two seconds. Trying to process this. What. Processing failed, trying again. What.

Kenshiro looked horrified. “You—You MONSTER.”

Mayako, who had spent the last several hours worrying about how to manage a group of idiot villains, did not have the mental bandwidth for this. She almost wanted to tell them the truth just to make Sora stop talking. Instead, she forced out a slow, amused chuckle, hoping it would cover the fact that she was actively losing control of the situation.

“Oh? And what if that is my plan?” she purred, deciding to just roll with it at this point. “What will you do about it, young hero?”

Kenshiro roared. “I’ll DEFEAT YOU AND RESTORE THE BALANCE OF LOVE TO THIS WORLD!”

Oh, for the love of- Mayako barely had time to dodge as Kenshiro exploded forward, fist blazing with protagonist energy. This was getting out of hand. No, rather, it had gotten out of hand a long time ago! Somehow, she needed to salvage this before it spiraled even further. But first—

She dodged another punch, mentally reevaluating every decision that had led her to this moment. With one thought in particular leaping unbidden to the forefront: 'I had a stable job. I had PTO. I had a retirement plan. What am I even doing right now?'