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Chapter 55: Dangerous succubus

Chapter 55: Dangerous succubus

Lilith’s pov

It had been some time since master left us, and unfortunately, I had to say goodbye to Mina and Yasmini, my new great friends. Even so, we promised we’d keep in touch.

Lila was nearly done with her tasks, her sexy butt visible to everyone as she worked diligently. Honestly, wearing nothing but an apron was perfectly sexy; all the women in this house should do it at least once. I decided I’d try to convince all of them later.

Isabel was busy working on her new painting, and Eva was still exhausted after yesterday. In truth, we were all a bit exhausted, it had been a full day of practically nonstop sex.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but get wet recalling how vigorous master was. Remembering his huge cock mercilessly fucking my pussy, I felt an immense desire take over my body.

If things continued this way, I’d end up in bed with my fingers violently invading my vagina in no time. It was a bad habit of mine, spending hours masturbating non-stop and losing track of time.

Stop!

I had a mission entrusted to me by master, and I would do my best to fulfill it, even if I didn’t really want to. Honestly, I just wanted to have some more fun with sexy things... I sighed and decided to leave the house. Maybe I could find some entertainment.

I chose the shortest shorts possible and a thin shirt with no bra. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt like taking pictures of myself.

I looked so sexy.

Then, I finally headed out. I walked around without much motivation until fate led me to see a familiar face: Michel.

My mission was to steal his phone, specifically to delete the photos and videos he had of Helena on it. Additionally, I should make sure to find out if he had any copies and delete those as well.

Thinking about how happy master would be if I did a good job, I regained a bit of motivation. After all, I wanted to impress him, and receive a lot of praise. And, of course, his hot dick inside me as a reward.

I decided to observe the boy for a while, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach him. The chance came soon enough when I saw him enter a café and line up to place an order.

Quickly, I joined the line right behind him, then timidly tapped him on the shoulder. Giving him the sweetest look I could muster, I asked with a hint of shyness:

"Umm... this is my first time here... Do you know what the best dish they serve is?"

The boy blushed slightly. Perfect, that will be easy! I thought, mentally celebrating.

Asking for help or guidance was always a good way to start a conversation, especially in a line where the other person didn’t have much else to do. When combined with my gorgeous looks, it naturally made the other side eager to talk and assist.

Moreover, the fact that it was a café worked in my favor. Since we were ordering food, as long as we didn’t choose takeout, it would be natural for us to sit together after starting the conversation. That way, I could chat with him as much as I wanted.

As expected, I ordered a drink he recommended along with a delicious-looking dessert. He got an espresso and a sandwich or something similar. I wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying.

Maintaining eye contact and giving generic responses now and then was mostly enough. As a complement, I would also throw one or two open-ended questions and add a lot of complaints. With that, I managed to have an ’interesting’ conversation that kept him engaged.

From the get-go, he was already interested simply because I was attractive. From there, my task was honestly pretty easy, albeit a bit tedious.

Luckily, he finally initiated a light flirtation by comparing me to some famous actress, using it as a way to say I was beautiful.

Not wanting to waste time, I responded as boldly as possible, giving him a seductive smile and asking if he’d had a crush on that actress when he was younger.

Then I leaned in slightly, closing the space between us. As a final move, I gave him a look full of interest, giving him the chance to shine.

"I think every guy did. She was the definition of our ideal type back in high school," he said, looking a little flustered by my response.

Fortunately, he wasn’t a nerd or anything like that. In fact, he was a popular and overly confident type, even though his face was just slightly above average. So, after getting such a positive response, he started to flirt more directly.

And while I wanted to vomit, I kept exchanging a few spicy words with the guy, who eventually took the initiative to invite me to his place.

He was so confident, that he didn’t even bother to make up an excuse; he just said, "Wanna come to my place?"

Since that was precisely my goal, I didn’t complain and simply smiled and accepted his invitation, pretending to be a little bit shy.

Taking a deep breath, I held his hand, smiled, and leaned slightly against him. I could feel his gaze, heavy with desire, as I did so.

I couldn’t help but feel a profound disgust flood my entire being. I truly didn’t want to deal with other men besides my master, but there was no way around it, this was the fastest way to resolve the issue.

Then, I activated my ability, and his mind became even more clouded by desire. He placed his hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer as he opened the door to his apartment.

Finally, I was inside his house.

I sighed in relief, broke free from his grasp, and struck the back of his neck with a swift blow. He collapsed face-first on the floor, with his rear awkwardly pointed toward the ceiling. I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked sprawled out on the ground.

As pointless as it may have been, I couldn’t resist: I snapped several pictures of the scene, laughing my ass off the entire time.

Regardless, I knew he could wake up at any moment, so I needed to use my powers. Leaning in closer, I gently touched his head. Then, in the softest and most seductive voice I could muster, I began murmuring sweet things.

His eyes slowly opened, but it was as if his soul wasn’t there. After all, he was still in a very, very deep sleep... probably the deepest he’d ever experienced.

And as I kept murmuring sweet things to him, his dick spasmed, and a faint smile appeared on his face. After almost half an hour I had used my powers to ensure he’d have pleasant dreams while drooling like a brainless animal.

Finally I could sigh in relief, that was very tiresome.

Looking back at that useless man, I felt a wave of disgust at the thought of someone like him daring to touch my shoulder. Only Master was worthy of access to my sensual body.

As a small act of revenge, I got a broom handle, and shoved it up in his ass. In his dream, the ’night of sex’ he was having with me, would not involve him being active. Rather, he would dream of me with a strapon destroying his useless ass.

If that dream would mess up with his sexual preferences or not, I couldn’t care less.

Anyway, next, I snatched his phone from his pocket and permanently deleted all the videos and photos. Of course, that alone wasn’t enough to be sure, so I needed to check his computer.

To do that, I gently cradled the idiot’s head in my lap, softly stroking his hair. Bit by bit, I managed to enter his dream, ultimately coaxing him into revealing his computer password. It took forever, but at least it worked.

I also asked if he had any other copies of the photos. After confirming he didn’t, I erased everything on his computer. And with that, my mission was nearly complete.

Since master had left his phone with me, I took the opportunity to message Helena, reassuring her that everything was taken care of and that she could relax.

I explained that the situation was resolved and her photos would never be seen by anyone else, well, except me.

"Wait, you saw them?" she asked through text, likely beginning to panic a little.

I apologized but said it had happened unintentionally. Then, I used the opportunity to flirt a bit with her. Master hadn’t asked me to do this, but pretending to be him, I chatted with the poor girl. Since I knew master so well and it was just messages, she’d never suspect a thing.

I kept it subtle, not too aggressive, but I was sure I left her completely aroused. I bet she’d spend the night masturbating, imagining master as her heroic and sexy savior.

Satisfied, I smiled. I’d done a good job.