Chapter 191. Ow. Ah. Pain.
Succubi Chapter 191. Ow. Ah. Pain.
Sera blinked once.
Twice.
Then her shoulders started shaking.
She covered her mouth.
Still shaking.
“You’re laughing.”
“No.”
“You absolutely are.”
Small sleepy noises escaped her anyway.
Tiny exhausted giggles.
Like even her laughter didn’t have enough stamina.
I pointed accusingly.
“Don’t encourage this.”
“The men…”
She wheezed softly.
“…liked the ghosts?”
“Yes.”
“And you killed them.”
I nodded. “And now they hate me.”
Sera stared at me for exactly three seconds.
Then collapsed face-first onto the desk laughing silently into the clipboard.
I deadpanned. “I survived combat for this.”
Sera lifted her head from the desk slowly. Very slowly. Like gravity itself personally offended her.
“Just deal with it,” she mumbled. “Anyway, keep the act. They are watching us.”
I narrowed my eyes.
Then finally noticed it.
Tiny blinking lights in the upper corners of the infirmary.
CCTVs.
I pointed upward immediately. “That’s why you’re pretending to be busy.”
She nodded once, completely shameless. “I need to. For my grades.”
“You’re farming grades.”
“Yes.”
“Through fraud.”
“Through effort.”
I stared at her for a solid three seconds before snorting despite myself.
This girl was unbelievable.
Sera pushed herself upright with the energy of a corpse reanimating against its will and shuffled toward me again.
“Now pretend you’re dying.”
I physically recoiled. “But I’m fine.”
“Pretend you’re not.”
“Why should I?”
She stopped right in front of me, sleepy eyes half-open.
“For my grades.”
The silence between us lasted exactly one dramatic second.
Then I sighed through my nose.
“…Fine.”
I leaned back onto the infirmary bed with maximum fake suffering.
“Ow,” I muttered flatly. “Ow. Ah. Pain. I think I’m hurt.”
Sera blinked slowly.
“That was terrible.”
“I’m giving you emotional realism.”
“You sound like someone mildly inconvenienced by stairs.”
“Well, excuse me for not having professional dying experience. Even when I was dying, I didn’t groan dramatically.”
Sera reached over me and yanked the curtain shut around the bed.
The outside infirmary lights blurred into soft shadows through the fabric.
Private.
Too private.
She climbed onto the bed suddenly.
I froze.
“What are you doing?”
“Improving the performance.”
“That sentence is terrifying.”
My heartbeat immediately betrayed me.
Not fast.
Just… aware.
Very aware.
Because now the sleepy sloth succubus was straddling me like this was somehow medically necessary.
I looked up at her.
She looked down at me.
Hair falling slightly over her face.
Expression still sleepy.
Still calm.
Still somehow way too comfortable with this situation.
“Sera.”
“Mhm?”
“We are in the academy. In the infirmary. There are cameras outside.”
“Not inside the curtains.”
I stared at her.
She stared back.
My survival instincts started packing their bags.
Sera poked my chest lightly. “Groan in pain.”
“Fine.” I cleared my throat dramatically. “Ah. Ow. Agh.”
Yeah.
Still fake.
Painfully fake.
I sounded like an actor who got hired because everyone else cancelled.
Sera sighed.
Actually sighed.
“Come on,” she muttered. “Do better.”
“I can’t.”
“You lack motivation.”
“I’m trying!”
“No, you’re not.”
“I literally said ow three times.”
“Convincingly.”
I rubbed my face. “How do you even know what convincing pain sounds like?”
She tilted her head slightly.
“Tentacles.”
I paused.
“…What?”
Too late.
Way too late.
Something moved under the blanket.
My entire nervous system activated instantly.
I stiffened.
“Sera.”
“Mhm?”
“What did you summon your tentacles?”
“Medical equipment.”
“That is NOT medical equipment.”
A soft pressure slipped against my waist under the blanket, warm and smooth and absolutely illegal.
Straight into my pants.
My eyes widened immediately.
“Sera—”
The tentacle curled teasingly against my limp shaft through the fabric.
And my body reacted before my pride could stop it.
“—Ow!”
Yeah.
That one was real.
Sera’s sleepy eyes brightened slightly.
“Good.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“What the hell?!”
“You sound more authentic now.”
“We are in a PUBLIC AREA.”
“You need to produce more sound.”
I blinked slowly.
“What do you mean more sou—ow!”
The tentacle stroked again.
Not rough.
Not enough to actually hurt.
Just enough to make my entire body jolt because apparently my dignity had decided to leave for the evening.
I grabbed the blanket immediately like that somehow restored authority.
“You are abusing medical power.”
“No. I’m improving my grades.”
“That sentence is not helping your case.”
She looked genuinely thoughtful for two sleepy seconds.
“Educational harassment?”
“That is WORSE.”
Another slow stroke.
I bit back a sound immediately, jaw tightening.
The worst part?
The absolute WORST part?
She still looked half asleep while doing this.
“You need to groan more.”
“You sure that sounds like a groan? Not moan?”
“Same.”
“NO.”
She leaned down slowly, hair brushing against my cheek.
“Then produce a more pained one.”
The tentacle slid skillfully under the band of my pants.
I choked.
That was an instinctual “oh my god” noise my throat produced without consulting my brain.
Sera nodded once like a doctor satisfied with a diagnosis.
“Much better.”
“Sera—”
“Let’s keep the consistency.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
One part of my brain was screaming public decency.
Another part was screaming ghost boob trauma.
Another part was screaming “this is the most dangerous sloth demon on the planet.”
And the last part?
The last traitorous part of my anatomy was already paying attention.
I felt her tentacle slowly wrap around my length, warm and impossibly smooth.
And my body shuddered.
Completely betraying me.
“A-agh,” I choked out, because my pride finally lost its fight against biology.
Sera hummed sleepily like that was a normal Tuesday.
“Good. Keep it stable.”
“Damn it,” I whispered.
Her other tentacle joined in, this one slipping under my shirt, tracing slow circles against my stomach.
My muscles tensed automatically.
“Sera—”
“More convincing,” she interrupted gently.
My breathing hitched as the tentacles synchronized their movements, one slowly stroking, the other teasing my skin like she had memorized every sensitive spot.
“Ow,” I gasped, this one coming out raw because honestly, it felt so good.
So good I wanted more.
So good I couldn’t think straight.
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