I am Succubus!

Chapter 242

My life has been a roller coaster ever since becoming a succubus. I'd lost count of how many people I had sex with in the first few months after transforming. By the time I turned nineteen last February, my body count had likely risen to the hundreds. My hunger had only intensified since then. Now, as I was one month away from saying goodbye to my teen years, that body count had only increased by leaps and bounds.

If I was just a girl and not a succubus, my mind would have turned to mush. It was crazy to think I was still sane. Or maybe I wasn't sane anymore.

Hell, I might have lost my marbles since becoming a succubus. What was sane to begin with? A state of mind wherein one was in full control of their mental faculties?

By that definition, I wasn't. Sexual hunger, the urge to fuck, and the need to be fucked was on my mind every moment of my life.

Being a girl was fine. Being a succubus was fine.

"But I'm a glorified prostitute now!" I cried.

Mio burst through the bathroom door while I was still under the running shower. All the steam that had built up began to leave.

"What the fuck are you bellyaching about? I can hear you from all the way in the kitchen!" Mio exclaimed.

"This is your fault!" I flew out and grabbed her by the horns.

"Me? What did I do?" she asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

"The reason my profile is up was because you pressured me into making one!"

A little chortle escaped her lips, including a smug grin that could taunt the very devil himself.

"Oh? But you were the one who published it. Come on, be honest. You wanted to get in on the fun of fucking as many dudes as possible!" Mio stuck a finger in me, and I jumped away back into the shower.

Hot droplets of water cascaded down my body, scalding all of the nerves that brought me pleasure. Every single day I went into work, I could have sex. No need to worry about sleeping around or waiting until Kana was available on the weekends. I was allowed to fill myself up and then some.

We ended up clearing out my schedule yesterday in panic. I never got the chance to have sex with any clients. Today, however, was a new day. I'd have to face the music going into work. Mio was right. I did want it. After all, I could have easily deleted the profile. I didn't.

"So, what's the plan today? You gonna get your fuck on?" Mio asked when I came out of the shower for breakfast.

"Yeah… The profile is up. If I take it down, that might rub people the wrong way. Some of the appointments are all over the city though, and it's not all sex. I just hope I don't run into anyone I know." I sighed.

Tsuki being based in Tsukiji, most of the clients came from the city and the ones adjacent. Of course, there were others coming from as far as Hokkaido though. The desperate came far and wide just to get laid with a succubus. Who could blame them? If I was still a guy, I might have even considered it. Out of curiosity, obviously.

We drove to work this time. I wanted to use the car a little more often. Mio and I had a routine of picking up coffee and a bento from the convenience store before leaving, and never straying from that habit.

When we arrived at Tsuki, Mr. Ishioka was there to meet us at the door.

"Good morning, Saeko! Mio! How has working at Tsuki been?" Ishioka asked.

"Whatcha doing here for? You trying to get laid, too?" Mio took the man by surprise with the question, and he nearly tripped over himself.

"N-No, perish the thought! I have a wife and three kids. I'm here to give you your ID. The other succubi's IDs will arrive by mail, but I figured Mio would like hers sooner rather than later." He whipped out a hard plastic card with her grinning face on it.

Mio snatched the card, and her smile widened even more. Judging by her tail whipping side to side, she was excited to finally have it.

"My very own ID. Mio Ito… I'm a Japanese citizen! Awww, this is so cool!" Mio squealed.

"You used my last name after all?" I peered over her shoulder to see.

"Whose else was I gonna use? Succs don't got last names. No need for 'em. Besides, I feel like actual family around you, Hatsumi, and the grandparents," she said with a smile.

When Mio first took on the Ito family name, it was just to play along as my cousin at school. I never could have expected her to actually become family.

"Hrm… The novelty's already worn off. What can I do with this anyway?" Mio asked, and suddenly the magic was gone.

"Well, now that you're recognized as a Japanese national, you can obtain a driver's license, own property, and— oh! You will be receiving your passports sometime later this year," Ishioka explained.

"Wait, back up!" She lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. "Driver's license means I can get a swank ass car like Saeko and Hitomi to drive around with?"

"Oh, yes. A driver's license is different from your identification card. It certifies that you're capable of operating a motor vehicle," he clarified.

Listening to them, I somehow got the sinking feeling that Mio being a driver on the road… could be a bad idea. Oh, well. Problem for tomorrow's drivers.

My phone rang. Yumi was on the other end. I excused myself to the break room to answer the call, and Mio followed me in.

"Hello, Yumi?" I answered.

"I hope I haven't interrupted anything, but Shayle and I have returned from our trip to Elza. With Layla's help, we managed to recruit 132 succubi willing to work on Earth," Yumi explained.

"THAT MANY?! There's no way Tsuki can accommodate that many. This building is too small. We'll probably need a year before a second place is up and running."

"Saeko? That you? Hey!" Shayle's voice chimed through from the other end. "Don't worry if we can't bring them over just yet. The mirror can only transport so many people at a time before needing to recharge anyway. We also don't want another crack like last time, right?"

That would be a big problem indeed. Yumi and Shayle promised to vet the succubi some more before beginning the process of cross-world immigration. The plan was to send a few at a time, get them accustomed to Earth, and transition them into working at Tsuki if they so choose. Mr. Ishioka was already in on the plan, and apparently the Japanese government was secretly hoping this arrangement would start a sex tourism industry operated by succubi.

"This is good news, yeah? More of us coming over means Tsuki gets bigger!" Mio exclaimed.

"Tsukiji is only one city of many. It's going to take a lot more succubi to get a whole commercial industry going. We'll handle that when the time comes. For now… I gotta go." I picked up my things and whipped out the car keys.

"Hm? Where you going?" she asked.

"Since I wiped my client list yesterday, I got a new one today. It's mostly outcalls though, so I have to go to their house. Guh… I can't believe I'm committing to doing this… like an actual prostitute… I'll be back later…"

Mio erupted in laughter and wished me good luck as I made my way out.

When I got to my car, the first thing I checked was the client list. One of the morning succubi's printed these out for each worker who had even a single outcall. Of course, a few of my clients were going to see me at Tsuki, but that was going to be hours from now.

For the time being, my first client was…

"Kame… shiro… Hisamura?" I recognized the first name.

It wasn't the same Kameshiro… right? I couldn't for the life of me remember his last name. Hisamura didn't ring any bells. A name like Kameshiro wasn't exactly a common one either though.

Screw it. I already accepted the client list. Whoever he was must be someone else. It was probably just a wild coincidence.

I drove past the Tsukiji suburbs, right up to the edge bordering the next city. Houses and apartments around here were a lot less well-kept. Many were in disrepair. The streets had a lot of potholes in them, and rats rummaged through trash bins. I had to finesse my way through the road and avoid driving over holes. Ruining my tires over a bad neighborhood would suck, and I didn't want to drive up my insurance.

Every fiber of my body wanted to pull away when I arrived at the destination. The two-story apartment complex was surrounded by a parking lot with weed growing between asphalt cracks. I double checked the address to make sure I was at the right place, and I was.

"No sense in chickening out now. Let's just focus on getting this guy off. You're a succubus, Saeko! Just enjoy the sex," I told myself as I climbed up the rusty stairs.

Apartment 15 was on the second floor and towards the back. I composed myself before knocking, then prayed that it was someone normal. My heart began to race again. My nipples were getting hard. My pussy, wet with anticipation

Hurried footsteps rushed to the door. A young man with a buzz cut around my age threw it open, and I recognized him right away.

"Geh. Kameshiro…" I turned around intending to leave.

Kameshiro ran out to intercept me. "Wait, don't leave! You're Saeko Ito, right? We went to school together!"

I heaved a big sigh and nodded.

"Yeah… It's me…" I said in resignation.

"Couldn't believe it when I learned you were in the escort business. And you were a succubus all along! Hehe. I get to have sex with you since I signed up for it, and you can't decline me!" Kameshiro rubbed his hands together and drooled.

"Actually, I get the final say. In fact, I can decline you right now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Kameshiro's face dropped. A look of devastation fell upon his entire demeanor. He dropped to the ground and grabbed my ankles.

"Please, I'm begging you! I really want to have sex with you again. You're so fucking hot, and you're all I can think about!" Kameshiro pleaded pathetically.

"You can have sex with literally any other succubus! We even have magic that can let you have sex with a dream version of me!" I tried to kick him off, but he wasn't budging.

"It's not the same! I want the real you. I've changed since high school. I'm a better man!"

Somehow, I really doubted that.

I relented anyway. Kameshiro brightened up when I entered his apartment. The place was a mess. The couch had springs sticking out of the holes. Empty cup noodles were stacked up high in the trash and unwashed dishes were tilting towers in the sink. His futon consisted of a single sheet, and the cushion underneath had been worn down as thin as tissue paper. The fishy smell of a single, lonely guy permeated the air. That, and his oozing lust for me.

"Well, you've certainly changed. You got worse since high school! What happened?" I asked.

"Er… My exam scores were so bad, not even Tsukiji accepted me. My folks gave me the boot a few months ago, so now I'm living here. Terrible, right? How could they do that to their only son?!" Kamishiro exclaimed.

Attending Tsukiji High should have made him a shoe-in for Tsukiji University. He had to have failed pretty badly. Judging by the state of his apartment…

"Your parents kicked you out because you were a deadbeat NEET, weren't you?" I folded my arms.

"Geh. Yes…" Kameshiro sulked. "Actually, I'm lucky they just didn't want to see me loafing around at home all day… They're paying for my living expenses and just enough to stay fed…"

"See, there's your problem! That's why you also don't have a girlfriend. They gave you a place to live on your own, and you still screwed it up!"

"I… I don't want to hear it anymore! You're here to satisfy my sexual urges, now get to it! First, I want a boobjob!" He tugged his pants off and sat on the dirty sofa.

Resigning to my fate, I undid my shirt, unstrapped my bra, and got down on my knees. Kameshiro's eyes filled with my breasts. His dick twitched in anticipation, and when I sandwiched it between my chest, he shuddered intensely. A jet of cum fired past me.

"Already, huh?" I teased.

"I've been fantasizing about this for ages, and I won't be shamed! Now keep going, because I'm still hard. Suck on the tip, too!" Kameshiro coaxed me on.

I made sure he saw me rolling my eyes. While squeezing the shaft with my breasts, I drooled over his dick to slicken it. Soon, the entire length was coated in my saliva and ready for me to suck.

Kameshiro threw his head back when I kissed the tip. He didn't bother to keep quiet and moaned aloud. Maybe he wanted his neighbors to hear him getting lucky or something. Although I derived little joy giving myself over sexually to this jerk, I still had to take my job seriously. The scent and taste of his lust wasn't so bad either. To that end, I sucked on his throbbing prick until he ejaculated into my mouth.

"Oooh… This feels like heaven… When I heard you and Kana started dating, it made me so angry. Where was my childhood friend who will turn into a succubus? Like seriously, that's so unfair! Now, I got Kana's girlfriend on my dick again. I should take a picture and send it to him," Kameshiro said, whipping out his phone.

I exacted control over him with my aura. He tensed up and dropped his phone, slipping into the seams of the couch cushions.

"Not happening," I said, and licked his dick clean.

Kameshiro's thick semen had a hard time sliding down my throat. It was like swallowing pudding. He must have been saving up or something.

"Whew. That was great! We're not done yet though. The real fun starts now." Kameshiro grabbed my wrist and walked me over to his nasty futon. "Lay on your back. I want to face you while we do it."

When I laid down, I felt all of the old and crusty jizz stains against my back. Kameshiro was in full view from this position. I should be disgusted by this guy, but I surprisingly wasn't. All his lust was doing the heavy lifting, and the scent was strongest in his futon.

Kameshiro got on top of me, and I was getting wetter than ever. This was my classmate. We ended up screwing once under awkward circumstances, and now… we were going to do it again. I waited and waited, but his dick never entered me.

"What's going on?" I asked, and couldn't believe I was craving it from him out of impatience.

"Eh? Uhh… I-I don't know… You're lying in front of me, but I can't get hard!" Kameshiro panicked.

The poor guy looked flustered. Any guy would when they were in this position. He tried to jerk off, and I even gave him another blowjob, but it just wasn't getting hard. I saw in real time his confidence tanking even farther. For someone like him who was at rock bottom, that probably wasn't a very nice feeling. Using my magic to get him up was a simple matter though…

"Forget it. Maybe next time? You're probably booked to hell and back, but I'm going to make another appointment right now! You really won't decline me, right? Right?" Kameshiro asked desperately.

"I won't, but—"

Wait a damn minute. Wasn't this my chance to actually make change? At this rate, Kameshiro was going to end up alone and unproductive his entire life. I could convince him to be better, find a girlfriend, and get a job. One small step to solving Japan's declining birth rate problem.

"How about this: I'll bump you to the front of the queue if you get a job," I offered.

"Ew. No. Why would I want to get a job? My parents might hate me, but they care just enough to continue paying for my living expenses. Any money I have left over, I'm just going to keep booking you and buying manga with," Kameshiro said.

"You're worse than a homeless person! I've talked to some, and at least they want to get back to work!"

"Oi! And making fun of me is supposed to convince me?" he swiftly retorted.

I recalled Mr. Wada, while he was boning me the other day, was chatting with Mr. Keisuke and Masao about finding a job but no one wanting to hire him. For obvious reasons. Kameshiro had the fortune of having his entire life ahead of him. People like Wada, made homeless due to uncontrollable circumstances, were a lot more disadvantaged at his age.

Drastic measures needed to be taken to convince Kameshiro…

"What if your parents one day stop giving you money?" I suggested, much to his horror.

"No way. I'm their only kid!" Kameshiro exclaimed.

"They might think you're hopeless, that their money is better spent on themselves. Or on another child. What will happen to you then? You're going to end up homeless, living on the streets in an encampment with a bunch of broke old men."

The more I went into it, the more terrified he became. Even his dick went limp in my pussy.

"I-I can't deal with that. I need to shower with hot water at least once a day…" Kameshiro muttered.

"But if you do get a job…" I flipped our positions so that I was on top in the cowgirl position, and I felt him getting erect inside me again. "You can keep taking those hot showers. Maybe even get a girlfriend— however hard that is for you."

The gears were finally turning. Faced with the very real possibility of homelessness, Kameshiro fell into deep thought about his potential future. Meanwhile, I grinded our hips together to remind him of what more he stood to lose. Sex, the comforts of a woman, and the taste of their flesh.

"Oh, god… I can't think when you're milking me… nghh! I'm cumming inside you again!" Kameshiro shuddered as I rode him to an orgasm.

My womb growled for more, but I had a long list of clients to get through. I was about to get up until Kameshiro sat up, hugged me, and puckered his lips.

"Hey! Stop that! I'm not kissing you!" I braced my hand against his face, keeping us at arm's length.

"I'm allowed to creampie you, but you draw the line at a kiss? Come on! How about… oh, right! Think of it like a 'good luck' charm for me to get a job. How about that?" Kameshiro asked

For work. For work. For work, I continued to tell myself and puckered my lips.

Kameshiro leaned in and kissed me. His twitching dick was still plugged inside my pussy and gushed a little more. Gropey hands reached up to pinch my nipples, sending a bout of pleasure reverberating through me. The light kiss soon became a lot more lewd when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and we started making out.

I couldn't help myself. I sucked on his tongue. Having my nipples played with felt amazing. I was a slut after all, and it didn't matter who I was having sex with as long as someone made me feel good.

"Mm… chuu… hahh… mmm… That's… mmmh… enough. Alright, I have to leave!" I pushed Kameshiro off and had to catch my breath.

"S-So cute…" Kameshiro stared hard at me as though committing this image to memory.

"Don't forget. Get a job!" I got dressed before bolting out of there.

When I got to my car, my heart was still racing and my pussy was leaking with Kameshiro's cum. I had the rest of my client list to get through, but for some depraved reason… I wanted him to book me again to keep going. My kink of being used and humiliated was getting to me. With Kameshiro, it was feeling like Dokuko, Daichi, and Koga all over again. This job was getting to my head. I slapped my own cheeks to snap myself out of it, then drove off before any weird ideas came to mind.