Chapter 91. Zero Shame
Succubi Chapter 91. Zero Shame
My legs still wobbled.
But my heart?
Yeah. It felt light.
Dinner could wait.
Maybe.
But not forever.
Because the second my post-blowjob glow started fading, my stomach roared like a pissed-off hellhound.
Sera just giggled, looping her arm through mine like we were on a date instead of freshly leaving an illegal scene. Her tentacles were tucked neatly away, thank every higher power, and she practically skipped down the hall like a kid heading for recess.
Me?
I stumbled after her like a recently milked casualty.
And then we stepped into the dining hall.
It smelled like sin and heaven had a lovechild and cooked it in butter.
Roasted meats. Steamed dumplings. Glazed fruit with just the right balance of sweet and tart. A platter of grilled fish that shimmered with citrus glaze. Soft bread rolls, golden-brown and glistening, still steaming from the oven. Spiced rice. Fluffy potatoes. Chocolate-dipped strawberries for no reason. A whole-ass cheese fountain. Literal ambrosia jelly. What the hell.
I wanted to marry the food.
No, f*ck marrying… I wanted a honeymoon with that brisket.
I barely noticed the others until the noise dropped.
Everyone was already there.
Lilith sat at the head of the long table, legs crossed like the queen of sin she was, sipping red wine from a crystal goblet that looked way too classy for a dorm dinner. Her eyes gleamed under the chandelier light, and her eyes locked onto me with immediate interest.
Rivy sat two seats away from her, poking at her salad like it insulted her ancestors. Her hair whipped a little as she looked up and then grimaced.
Val was reclining with her elbow on the table like the smug heiress she was, swirling a cup of expensive juice like it was brandy.
Gladia was already working on her third plate, cheeks puffed, absolutely destroying a roast chicken leg with the savage grace of a woman who gave zero f*cks.
Evelyn sat nervously across from Rivy, dainty and wide-eyed, like she wasn’t sure whether to say something or pretend she wasn’t there.
And there I was.
Walking in beside Sera.
Still not fully recovered.
Still probably flushed.
Lilith raised a perfect brow. “You’re late, Evan. That’s unusual.”
Rivy squinted, eyes darting between us. “And Sera looks weird.”
Sera ignored them entirely.
She was humming.
Humming.
Like a f*cking cartoon character.
The lazy koala who usually clung to me like a human pillow just to drag herself from point A to point B was now skipping. SKIPPING.
I sat down. Slowly. Carefully. Every joint felt like it had been overstimulated by a personal tentacle masseuse.
And I cringed. “Uh… we just…”
Sera plopped down next to me and beamed. “I just sucked his d*ck.”
…
The room froze.
Gladia paused mid-bite, the chicken bone halfway to her lips.
Rivy made a noise like a dying toaster. “Wh—?!”
Evelyn turned the color of a ripe tomato.
Val choked on her drink and had to cover her mouth.
Lilith?
Lilith leaned in.
Smirking.
Eyes glittering.
“Oh my~” she purred, dragging the word out like a slow knife across silk. “So… you had sex with Sera.”
My face met my hand with full dramatic flair.
“Please kill me,” I muttered into my palm.
Sera, still casual, still glowing with afterglow and zero shame, shrugged. “Not yet. I only gave him a blowjob.”
I groaned. “How can you say that like it’s nothing?!”
“It’s a fact,” she said simply, as if we were discussing weather patterns.
Gladia let out a strangled laugh. “This is a succubus dorm, Evan.”
Rivy jabbed a finger at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?! She’s like a clingy slime ball most of the time!”
Sera pouted. “I’m not clingy. I’m affectionate.”
“You molested me in my sleep,” I hissed.
“I was hungry,” Sera replied matter-of-factly. “You twitched. My tentacles got curious.”
Lilith sipped her wine again, her smile spreading wider. “So~ Evan, tell me… did she do a good job?”
“Lilith, please—”
She tilted her head. “Was it warm? Wet? Did she use tongue or tentacle? Or both?”
“I am begging you,” I said, eyes pleading with any god who might still tolerate me.
Sera perked up. “Both! I think he liked the tongue better though.”
Val finally regained her composure, swirling her juice and muttering, “Should’ve placed a bet on who’d fall first.”
“Hey!” I snapped. “I did not fall—!”
“You let her suck your d*ck,” Gladia mumbled through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “That’s basically a fall.”
Evelyn shyly peeked at me through her bangs. “Was it… good?”
Sera beamed. “He came hard.”
I made a noise. Not a word. A noise. Like a blender having an existential crisis.
Lilith leaned closer to me, voice silky. “You know, sweetheart, if you ever want to compare techniques… I’m a very hands-on instructor.”
“Please stop talking,” I muttered, eyes closed. “Please let me eat in peace.”
Rivy leaned over the table. “You know Val’s gonna try now, right?”
Val smirked. “Try what?”
Rivy snorted. “Blow him.”
Val raised her cup in mock toast. “If he’s offering.”
“I’m not!” I shouted, then immediately regretted raising my voice.
Sera cuddled into my side like nothing was wrong. “But I’m his favorite. He said yes to me.”
“That’s because you ambushed me!” I shot back.
She blinked up at me with big round eyes. “You said ‘fine, now’.”
“That was emotional hostage negotiation!”
Lilith was laughing now. Full, rich, decadent laughter that rolled across the table like perfume. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered. I’m trying to eat.”
“Then eat,” Gladia said, shoving a bowl of rice toward me. “You’ll need the stamina.”
“Why would I need—”
“Oh please,” Rivy said dryly. “You think Sera’s gonna stop at one?”
Sera didn’t deny it.
She just nuzzled my arm and murmured, “You taste good.”
I wanted to scream. Or run. Or eat until I forgot everything.
Instead, I reached for the roasted meat and tried to pretend I wasn’t sitting in a room full of horny demons who all looked at me like a dessert platter with extra whipped cream.
I didn’t last long.
Lilith leaned in again, whispering beside my ear. “You know… once you have Sloth, the others will want their turn. It’s only fair.”
“I will die,” I whispered back. “This is a trap.”
She smirked. “Everything is a trap here. Especially you.”
Sera giggled against my shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”
My fork clattered against the plate.
No one said anything.
Until Gladia belched and said, “If he dies, I call dibs on his meat.”
“…You mean food?” Val asked.
Gladia grinned. “Sure.”
I buried my face in my arms.
And Sera?
She hugged me tighter.
“Best dinner ever,” she whispered.
And honestly?
Maybe she was right.
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