Miss Athletic

When Taeyeon mentioned to Seojun he was free to use the house however he wished when both she and Tiffany were away, playfully adding on that those would be the ideal times to bring over girls, Seojun didn’t actually think he’d be bringing home someone any time soon. Yet here he was, bringing home a girl when both of his mistresses were away on some business.

“Wow, this place is huge…”

That being said, Seojun didn’t know how to proceed. Usually, it was pretty straightforward with a succubus, but from all that Seojun could tell, Boa (as she liked to be called) was a normal, female human being. She was every bit stunning as a succubus normally would be, which was why Seojun’s first assumption upon seeing her was that she was one, but as they talked, he began to consider differently. It was ironic, in a way; not months prior, Seojun wouldn’t have even thought to consider anyone to be anything but a human being, but after being immersed in the world of demons, his first thought was to jump to that conclusion. Reminding himself that most females he would meet would, in fact, be human was a good thing to keep in mind going forward.

But, now what, now that they were at his residence?

Boa did present herself as flirtatious, but that wasn’t the go-ahead to jump straight into sex. Should they watch a movie or something first?

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sure! What do you have?”

“Let me check.”

While Seojun perused the kitchen for beverages, Boa sat on the living room couch Seojun directed her to, looking around in awe. “I don’t mean to pry, but are you really rich or something?”

Seojun smiled to himself.

After concluding that Boa was most likely a normal human being, Seojun made sure to mask his involvement in the world of the supernatural. While it was never explicitly told to him, Seojun understood it as an implied rule that demons and involved parties should keep their existence a secret. And he wasn’t about to break that rule to a woman he just met, even for a woman as charming as Boa.

“I guess you could say that, although I don’t live here myself. My roommate is out on business right now, so I have the place to myself for today.”

“I see.”

“We have soju, but we also have wine if you want that. There’s also some vodka and mixers if you wanted to make something for yourself.”

Boa laughed. “Wow, you even have expensive tastes, huh?” One of Boa’s main charming points, to Seojun, was her laughter. It was very unique: it could be described as dainty, or maybe drawn-out and breathy, as if she was trying to sustain notes for a second or two at a time in the cadence of laughter. “Soju sounds great!” As Seojun collected the bottle and picked out two shot glasses, Boa chimed in again. “Not one for furniture, are you? Or is that at the behest of your roommate?”

He couldn’t just say that it was because the additional open space allowed Taeyeon to stretch out her wings wherever she wanted inside the house and not have to worry about knocking things over. “Yeah, I’m pretty content with what we have already.”

When Seojun brought over the bottle along with two shot glasses, the slightly tan woman looked over and beamed at him. “Thanks! I—oh, wow, your arm is pretty big.”

One thing Seojun didn’t expect as a result of finishing the Servant Ritual with Tiffany was for him to gain so much muscle. Tiffany explained the perk of being her Servant is that his stamina explosively increased to match Tiffany’s own Trait, and the increased muscle mass was a means to that end. Although he did start working out more, since Taeyeon was still his personal trainer and all, seeing such drastic change in his body almost felt like cheating. Not that he complained about how much better he looked, and apparently also how much better he looked to girls.

“I’ve been working out a lot recently.”

“Oh, really?” Seojun nodded, taking his first sip of his drink after sitting down next to her on the couch. “Same! We should go together some time! Which gym do you go to?”

What was the name of the gym, even? Seojun always referred to it as ‘Taeyeon’s Gym’ in his mind and ‘the gym’ when talking about it with Taeyeon … what was it even called? “It’s a pretty small one, I don’t remember what it was called though…”

Boa laughed at that. “You’re that focused, huh?”

Seojun ended up smiling—not necessarily at her comment, but at her twinkling laughter. Its happiness was so infectious, it was hard not to smile. “Yeah, you can say that.”

“I bet you have your own personal trainer, with how rich you are.”

Did he want to even admit that he was living with his personal trainer? That might lead to a line of questions that made Boa realize it was strange for a personal trainer to live in such a big house, and that wouldn’t be good for the secrecy he was trying to maintain, so he ended up saying, “Yeah, she’s pretty great.”

“Oh, a she…” Oh wait. Did he mess up? Was he not supposed to reveal the gender of his personal trainer? Was it improper to talk about other women to the woman he brought home? “I bet I can show you some exercises that she couldn’t.”

Instead of taking on a jealous tone, Boa instead took upon a competitive one. Seojun could see the fire in her eyes, but also within it a hidden element of playfulness that seemed slightly different than the one she used at the café. “Oh?”

“Let’s move this table,” she said, emptying her glass with a final swig before setting it on said table. Seojun followed suit before bending over and, in one fluid motion, picked up the entire table. “Oh wow, look at you! You make that table look so light~”

Seojun grinned, pleased his efforts to show off paid off well. “It’s not that bad.” That was a lie; Seojun could feel his muscles straining, having to take careful steps to both manage the weight of the hefty piece of furniture while balancing the glasses sitting atop it. But Boa didn’t need to know that. Maybe this Succubus Servant glow-up he experienced in the last few days was starting to get to his head—but as someone who never got female attention to suddenly swimming in it, it was hard not let it get to his head.

After placing the table gently outside the living room, the sight he was met with when he turned his head back towards Boa made his jaw drop to the floor.

Boa had her back facing him, having already placed her neatly folded pants on the couch and was currently stripping off her top. Although she didn’t quite have the curves Jessica or Tiffany or Sunny had, she made up for in the well-defined lean muscle she sported on her legs and glutes. As she folded the shirt in her arms, she turned around and shot Seojun a dazzling smile. “Like what you see?”

Seojun nodded. “You look great, Boa.” She might’ve been even smaller than Taeyeon or Yeoreum, but her body was definitely built more athletically. She looked like she might’ve jumped right out of the magazine cover of Sports Illustrated—if Sports Illustrated was more erotic in nature, that is.

“Join me,” she said, beckoning to him with a finger. Like a moth to a lantern, Seojun obeyed, throwing off his shirt in a much wilder fashion than Boa. “Oh, wow…” Before, her surprised exclamation was brighter and more flirtatious; this time, her voice had taken a huskier tone, her lustful eyes swallowing up the six-pack that had developed on Seojun’s lower chest.

“We aren’t going to stretch before we start?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint, “You’re about to stretch out my pussy, aren’t you?” As Seojun whipped his pants and boxers off, revealing his semi-erect cock, Boa suddenly froze. It was her jaw’s turn to drop to the floor this time, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. Her tongue quickly darted out of her mouth, wetting her lips. “Oh yeah, that’ll definitely stretch me out quite well.”

“It’s not even fully erect yet.”

Boa shot him a disbelieving stare. “Stop lying! How can that get any—oh my god…” Seojun felt himself getting harder and harder as she continued to stare, turning fully around to get a proper look at it. “Wow, I don’t even know if I can fit that inside me…”

Seojun tried not to stare too hard at her perky nipples sitting atop her relatively small breasts. Despite their size, they were still extremely shapely and looked incredibly soft and made him want to feel them up, both with his hands and his face. All boobs were great boobs, that was Seojun’s motto. “That’s why we exercise, isn’t it? To improve ourselves?”

Boa nodded, eyes stuck to Seojun’s cock like a magnet. As if in a trance, she got down to her knees, hands reaching out and wrapping around his veiny member. Seojun hissed, the delicate, soft touch from the slightly tanned woman causing his arousal to deepen. “Oh my god, it’s getting bigger…”

“What was that exercise you were gonna show me?”

“I’ll need to do some preparations before I show you,” was her reply promptly before diving headfirst onto his dick.

Seojun let out a guttural moan, the sudden sensation of her soft lips encircling his cock and her wet tongue licking around its circumference. His legs and arms tensed, but was somehow able to restrain himself from grabbing her head and shoving her the rest of the way. And from how she barely was able to swallow a third of his cock before stopping, that was probably a good thing.

“It’s so hot … your balls feel so heavy with cum,” she noted, gently caressing his testicles, “For me?”

“Only if you earn it.”

Boa grinned. “Well, better get started then,” she said, leaning forward while sticking her tongue out. Another hiss escaped Seojun’s mouth as her tongue pressed against the underside of his member, carefully coating the rest of his cock with a layer of saliva. The slurping sounds and the way the wet, pink muscle seemed to linger on his dick made him all the hornier for when Boa pulled back, satisfied, and turned back around.

“What kind of…” Seojun trailed off, watching Boa lower her torso onto the carpeted floor of the living room, craning her back downwards with her legs folded under her stomach, accentuating her firm butt that was now facing him. Hidden between the two plump cheeks laid her cleanly shaven pussy, its pink folds barely shimmering in the room’s light.

“First, grab—oh!” Boa was promptly cut off when Seojun kneeled down behind her, placing his right hand gently on her ass.

“You need some preparation too,” Seojun told her, reaching between her cheeks with his index and middle finger to press against the beautiful, pink lips covering her womanhood.

“Ooh…” she gasped, a shiver going down her body as Seojun rubbed the moist folds sensually. “Seojun…”

“You’re already a little wet, but I think you need a little more, don’t you?”