Diabolical

Abandoned hentai forums just have the best content. The old school, privately owned and crusty forums that have long since been left to die for any of the myriad more modern options are just better. You don’t know why, they just are. Some of the best nuts of your life came sourced directly from these dumpsters.

And 3 a.m. always gets you in the right mindset to risk browsing these shitholes. Just enough sleep deprivation to be absolved of any inhibitions. Inhibitions that usually prevented you from searching doujinshi that typically came with a risk of total digital compromise. But honestly? Taking that risk is half of what made this so fun. You know the rush, same as lying about being eighteen on porn sites as a kid. You knew you weren’t supposed to be here, which made clicking even sweeter.

So obviously, when you saw the dodgiest link possible with barely any comments in the thread, you had to click it. The title alone was enough to reel you in: “Asmodeus’ dream girls do what others can't.”

Total fucking degeneracy. Worst case scenario was a virus you'd have to purge, you thought. Best case scenario, a total fucking banger that left you drained for weeks to come.

You didn’t even get time to laugh at yourself before your screen flickered, lines of broken code flashing across it. Then the floor lit up. Runes burned themselves into a perfect circle, fire and brimstone blasting toward the ceiling, smoke pouring out until you couldn’t see a thing inside.

You froze, brain scrambling. Hallucination. Sleep deprivation. That made sense. But if it wasn’t? Maybe a giant horned demon was here to finally drag you to hell for all your moral failings. Or maybe a stacked succubus with wings and holes trained to fuck dirty was about to give you the ending you always prayed for. Or maybe worse—

—the smoke clears to reveal none of what you dreamt up. Instead, all you're left with is a girl softly carrying the smell of strawberries, dressed in an equally sweet pink and striped pajama. She looks like she got teleported straight out of her nightly quality time, hair in a messy bun to complete the lock of her nibbling on a rice cracker.

This might be better.

“Oh, there's no fucking way,” she groans. The first hint of her danger. Not the content of what she says, or the way she appeared. No. It's the insane depth her voice buries in your skull.

Intoxicating is what it is. If you were recording, you'd have replayed her groaning ten times already, not the supernatural shitshow ruining your property value. But all you can do is stare as she finds her bearings. She takes a couple of looks around your room until the slits of her eyes eventually fall on you. And when they do, she almost looks like she’s disappointed in you.

Before you can stammer out a word to ask who or what she is, she brightens her smile, eyes twinkling into two crescent moons, voice shooting up into something sickly high and sweet.

“Hiiiii, oppa~! You wished for it, so here I am, Haewon the demon that can do anything you want!” All the while throwing finger hearts and exaggerated gestures, stopping to let her voice drop lower again. Smoky, steady, undeniably fucking hot. “It'll cost you though, and there's no refunds.”

She straightens, higher pitched, and blows a kiss at you. “So what will it be? Money, fame, power?” she asks, overly gleeful.

You're not sure if your throat is dry from all the residual heat of the fire and smoke, or from the proposition being made and by who. If this is real, you could get whatever you want.

She's staring at you, probably thinking you're considering your possibilities. She'd be dead wrong.

“And what do you get in return?” you ask, cautiously.

“Well…” she says, playing coy with her hands behind her back, ass wiggling and acting cute. “Depends on the difficulty of the wish. Always a part of your soul, there's just variance in size. But as long as you have a part, you have nothing to worry about, oppa, so just tell me what you want~!” She delivers it so well, she would have convinced you to sign on for eternal damnation if you hadn't already convinced yourself.

But it's three in the fucking morning. It doesn’t matter what she suggests. You already know what you want, regardless of price: “I… want your mouth on my cock. Like, a blowjob. Wait, no, not like a blowjob. A blowjob. Suck my dick.”

She stops mid-chew. Stares. No trace of that bubblegum performance when she speaks. “You serious?”

Then her idol grin snaps back into place, deliciously and deliberately over-the-top. “Ehh~? You’re so dirty! Oppa wants Haewon's mouth on his cock? Waaa, I'm blushing~!”

She isn’t the only one blushing when she says it like that. “Dead serious,” you say, slowly growing more red.

Her voice drops again. Softer this time, intrigue underlining it as her eyes narrow into two deadly slits. “You’re really willing to start trading eternity for me to suck your dick?”

You stand up and nod so fast it hurts whatever pride you had left.

She exhales, air pushed out of her nose in the slightest laugh. “I fucking love it. Consider the contract sealed. One blowjob for a part of your soul.”

What follows is a burning sensation inside of your chest, like something you always felt but never knew was there suddenly got tugged loose. You stumble, losing your balance, and just as fast, Haewon snaps her fingers causing a decorated and decadently comfortable chair to appear beneath you.

It slides forward on its own, sweeping you off your feet and forward, only stopping at the edge of the circle where your demon reward is waiting for you. Once in range, Haewon smirks and drops to her knees. You can already tell she's well worth her price, her hands tucking hair behind her ears, overwhelming attention to each detail of how to build anticipation.

You feel like this is the right time to speak, tell her how much you're looking forward to this, but she already knows. Her finger finds your lips, presses gently, shushing you. This isn't about her, it's about you. About how easy it is for her hands to slide down and make your pants slide down with them.

Her mouth closes over your tip, her hands grip the base of your cock firmly, smoldering heat brewing beneath your skin. Her lips are hot and soft like toasted marshmallows, saliva dripping molten heat down your cock, her tongue moving and twisting in ways that should be fucking impossible for any normal person. Rolling waves, gentle flicks, multiple points of contact like it was split at the base, each action calibrated to make you surrender.

And oh, how good wouldn't it feel fully buried in her mouth, your hips jerking forward on instinct—

—causing red glowing bindings to manifest around your wrists, thighs and ankles, anchoring you down against the chair. Haewon pulls off with a smirk, spitting on your cock for good measure.

“Mm-mm”, she tuts with a wagging finger. “Oppa wanted a blowjob, remember. Not a filthy throatfuck. That would cost you extra, okay? You can’t take more than what you’re paying for, so sit back and let Haewon make you cum in my cute little mouth!”

She goes down again, never breaking eye contact, looking at you like you’re the love of her life. Cheeks hollowing, tongue rolling like it's enchanted and hands playing with your balls.

The bindings tighten when you strain against them, so you learn to just sit back and enjoy.

She moans around you like she has a g-spot hidden in the roof of her mouth that you’re rubbing against, and you don’t know enough about demon physiology to confirm or deny that.

All you know is that it's getting you close. So fucking close, that when she pulls back just long enough to tease in her high-pitched and idol-sweet voice: “Oppa's cock tastes so fucking good, it's almost unfair. I can't wait to taste your cum.”

You know it's then that you break. Orgasm ripping out of you violently, your cock erratically spasming to give Haewon what she wants. You still can't move, magical bindings keeping you locked in place, preventing your hands from guiding her head onto your cock, instead causing the first shot of cum to land all over her face. She doesn’t waste another drop, diving onto your cock quickly and moaning as you spill into her throat, pulsing and pulsing against her lips.

She looks up at you, eyes as if asking if that was the last of it. You nod, she pulls back, opening her mouth and letting you see what you traded part of your soul for.

You throw your head back, she sits on her heels and finishes you off for everything you're worth, swallowing cum and soul in an exaggerated gulp. She licks her lips with glee, not a second spent on acknowledging the white streak splitting her face.

“Transaction complete! Oppa got his blowjob, and Haewon got a yummy piece of his soul.”

Then she tilts her face downwards, eyes peering further up as they narrow. “Now that that's out of your system, how about a bigger wish. Something like a billion dollars, or to become the best athlete in the world, or—”

You grin as you interject. “Actually… I already know a second wish I want you to fulfill.”

Her brow arches intrigued, her smirk tugs confidently. “Oh? Do tell?”

“I want to fuck your face, ” you say, stroking your reharding cock as if to taunt her. “You know, throatfuck, facefuck, everything you held me back from doing just now. No limits on my cock in your mouth.”

You're not sure what to expect. Total silence wasn't it, safe for the crackle of the smoldering runes burning your floor and walls.

“You… you’re joking right? You’re going to burn through another fragment of the only soul you have for that, right after you already came? The cum on my face isn't even dry yet.”

You nod, shameless. “Oh, and this time, I want you dressed up for it. No more pajamas and hair buns. I want you in the sluttiest, horniest outfit possible.”

She looks at you in shock, and you take it as a hint to explain exactly what you mean. “Thigh high socks, heels, the tightest push up bra in the world and panties that fail to hide anything. Something so sexy it would hurt my cock to look at you.”

She groans, her eyes rolling back and then dragging a hand down her face, incidentally wiping the cum off of her with it. “I get summoned by fools dreaming of their own kingdoms, wishes for omnipotence. But you—” she stops for a beat with her scowl, her aegyo popping back on like a light switch was flipped. Puffed cheeks and finger hearts are made as she continues: “—Oppa really just wants to use demon Haewon's infinite powers to treat her mouth as his little cocksleeve~!”

And just to make sure again, her voice drops with that sultry rasp that tingles at the stem of your brain. “You’re signing away even more of yourself for face/throatfuck with me dressed up as total slut, is that correct?”

You nod, vigorously.