Misses Siren

It wasn’t very frequent that Seojun was approached on his way to the gym, but when it did happen, he hoped it was always by a pair of drop-dead gorgeous women who were almost definitely succubae, especially seeing as their first words to him were, “You’re Seojun, Kim Taeyeon’s pet, right?”

The way they carried themselves, their word choice, the way they eyed him, something about these two women gave Seojun pause. But then again, the same thing happened with Jessica, then with Sunny, and then again with Yeri … he was definitely being too paranoid. Seojun has managed to pick up hints here and there about people—demons, probably—that Taeyeon doesn’t seem to want to mess with, but did any of them pose an actual threat to her? As far as Seojun knew, Taeyeon was near the top of the totem pole for succubae; it wasn’t really a matter of if any of them could pose a threat to Seojun himself, but if they dared to raise a hand against Taeyeon.

There wasn’t anything to be cautious of. Especially not giving away information that was seemingly very well known in the demon world already.

“Yeah. How may I help you two ladies?”

Seeing the two of them sharing an excited look reassured me. “We’ve heard soo much from you! Do you mind—”

“First off,” the slightly slimmer but less curvaceous one said, “I’m Yoona and she’s Joohyun.”

How many centuries, how many millennia, have these women lived, and how was it that they still looked no older than their mid-twenties? Their unblemished, porcelain skin, their voluminous, silky hair, their fashion that unapologetically exposed parts of their midriff in Yoona’s case and waist in Joohyun’s case, everything about them were picturesque. If their bomb figures weren’t enough to convince Seojun that the pair were succubae, their ethereal beauty that also whispered of centuries of maturity would have.

Did Seojun ever mention how thankful he was to have met Taeyeon?

“Hi! My family name is ‘Seo’, so if you want, you can call me ‘Seohyun’!”

Seojun blinked, a bemused smile stretching across his lips. “Um … ok? Why?”

“It’s fun to have a similar name with others, isn’t it?”

Seojun couldn’t really understand where Seohyun was coming from, but her energy was infectious. He found himself smile and nodding along in no time, saying, “Yeah, I guess it is. Plus, if you say it really fast, ‘Seo Joohyun’ can almost sound like ‘Seojun’.”

“Yeah! Exactly!”

Yoona, on the other hand, seemed less on board with the idea, shaking her head and saying, “Yeah, you aren’t making any sense, Joohyun.”

“Hey! It’s Seohyun!”

“Right. Seohyun.” Although the two seemed close, the side-eye Yoona was giving Seohyun wouldn’t have given Seojun that impression. Seohyun, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think much of it. Was this an act? Maybe Yoona was just being exasperated at her friend’s antics? “Anyway,” Yoona said, turning back towards him, “we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hey, that was my line!”

“Joo—” a glare from her partner alerted Yoona, who promptly corrected herself, “—Seohyun, it doesn’t matter who says it. The bottom line is, we’re both curious, right?”

“About what?”

I knew what their answer was, but some part of me wanted to hear the words from their mouths. “About what it would feel like to be stuffed full of that hot, thick, delicious sperm of yours.”

That definitely did the trick. Seohyun, the one who whispered the salacious sentence into his ear and brought about the tightening in his crotch, grabbed onto his arm and pressed it against her voluptuous chest.

“Yeah?”

Yoona similarly grabbed his other arm, pressing it against her albeit less full bosom. Still, it felt heavenly; such a situation was one a man could only dream about, in which two sinfully sexy women attached themselves to his arms, looking at him with a sultry, begging expression.

“Mmmhmm.” The response came out more like a moan, flowing out from Yoona’s lips and directly into Seojun’s ear. “What would you say about that?”

His mother always told him to be wary of strangers. In his past life—rather, before he met Taeyeon—such a situation might’ve raised some alarm bells in his mind. Was he being scammed? What if these two women were working for some shadowy crime syndicate that was trying to kidnap him?

That Seojun admittedly was too influenced by dramas, but understandably so: his life was so unbearably plain, even those kinds of darker scenarios had some kind of appeal. Maybe he’d be rescued by some vigilante, or maybe he’d channel the few years of taekwondo he had taken in his younger years and escape his captors, or maybe they’d try to torture him for days about some information they desperately needed from him but he’d heroically resist until he was finally discovered by the police or the feds.

Now, Seojun had nothing to fear. He was associated with Taeyeon, who could easily overpower ordinary humans and was a succubus of sufficient status that most other succubae wouldn’t even dream of messing with her. Plus, if they knew about him, it seemed likely they were acquaintances of Taeyeon’s. Taeyeon did, after all, state that one of his responsibilities was attending to her friends when she initially offered him to be her servant, or her ‘pet’. Sunny didn’t need approval, and neither did Chungha or Yeri, really.

Plus, who was he to deny these two if they wanted to be stuffed full with his cock so badly?

“I’d tell you that I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

The two beauties shared another excited look amongst themselves, Yoona saying, “Close your eyes for me for a second, would you?”

“Uh, why?”

“Well, we can’t very well be fucking in public, can we?” Over the weeks, the idea of partaking in such a taboo activity appealed to him more and more. He wasn’t sure if it was the additional self-confidence he had, the experience he had acquired with having sex, or maybe it was the type of sex he was having recently. Still, given the option to have sex in a more private location versus a public place like a nearby alleyway, Seojun had to say he still preferred a more private setting. “I can use my Trait to take us back home.” Seeing Seojun’s confused expression, she went on to explain, “My Trait allows me to connect two places in space together.”

“Oh.” Were succubus Traits that powerful? Seojun had figured all of them were sexual in nature, and while certain Traits like Jessica’s seemed to be able to be used in other situations, they seemed to mostly revolve around the act of ‘feeding’. But then again, there was one Trait that probably was as powerful as instant transportation, and that was Boa’s global-range, memory-altering Trait.

“Usually, it’s ok for succubae, but not for any non-demons. Which is why I’m having you close your eyes, because it helps with the disorientation.”

“Ah, I see.”

After Seojun’s eyelids fell over his eyes, he was led a short distance away, but before he could wonder where they were taking him, Seohyun’s voice alerted him. “We’re here.”

“Oh, that was—” Upon acquiring his surroundings, Seojun did a double take.

“Welcome to our house!”

‘House’ was a humble way to put it. Where Yoona had taken them could only be described as a mansion.

“Holy…”

They were in what Seojun assumed to be the foyer of the massive residence: the space itself was massive, at least two stories in height as signified by the signature winding staircase before him, a massive chandelier hanging above the massive, hollow space. Along the sides were fancy decorations consisting of banisters and paintings Seojun felt he should’ve recognized were he more cultured—some Korean-looking, some otherwise Asian-looking, and others Western-looking. The floor was a beautiful, shiny mahogany, a rug of a deep, royal red garnished with golden fringes stretched across the open space leading to who knew how many different rooms.

“Um, actually, just remember, I got something to do first, I’ll be right back though.”

With that, Yoona whisked up the stairs, leaving only Seojun and Seohyun in the foyer. When he turned his eyes back on the bustier of the pair, he found her eyes cast at a very specific downward angle for just a brief moment before they flicked back up. “Come, come!”

Seojun was barely erect, so if Seohyun was already impressed with what she saw, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what he could do with his package.

“So eager.”

Seohyun beamed a luminescent smile at him, and for a second, he completely forgot what he was doing, where he was, even what his name was. It felt like he was in some sappy rom-com, in which Seohyun was the beautiful childhood crush who finally acknowledged his presence and graced his presence with a smile that had the power to weaken the knees of even the toughest men.

“Shall I?”

“Huh?”

Already on her knees, seeing her inch forward to his crotch snapped Seojun out of that fantasy and into the present one, in which that childhood crush was actually a devious seductress who was lustfully eyeing the growing bulge in his pants.

“If you don’t mind~”