Misses Transgressor

True to their namesake, the devils didn’t stay true to their promise. Not like Tiffany could tell, with the days blurring together, even as some of the six dropped out and swapped around. Collectively, their stamina was limitless, and Tiffany had no choice but to endure, even as the over-consumption of demonic sustenance sickened her to her core. They barely gave her a break recover and clean herself up, spray-rinsing the hardened cum off her body only for them to cover her right back up with another layer of cum. And, when the six of them were exhausted, another group of six were invited that filled in the gaps, and summarily, all of Tiffany’s holes, and then some.

A week passed but Tiffany remained none the wiser. Seojun, despite how busy he became with the younger, female devils that referred to themselves as ‘ITZY’, was aware of that the deadline had passed, but was powerless to do anything about it. What was he going to do, march in there and demand that they free Tiffany? Why would they listen to him, powerless to do anything to stop them?

Not that Seojun had much of a chance to exit the room the she-devils were keeping him in. When he wasn’t balls-deep inside Yeji, his face was being suffocated with Ryujin’s ass, or Chaeryeong was deepthroating his cock, or Yuna was grinding on his face so hard he could barely breathe while Lia was riding his cock with such ferocity that he feared that she may fracture his pelvis. As relentless as the demonesses were, as much of his strength drained was being drained, he knew Tiffany was much worse off, especially when he could sometimes hear them through two walls.

It was on the nineth day that he was finally released.

“I’ll miss you, baby~”

Yuna, the youngest of the bunch, seemed to be the flirtiest one, and had the ‘honor’ of being the last one to receive his load.

“Sorry, I gotta go—” Seojun didn’t care for any of that though; in the nine days that they were held captive, Tiffany was only allowed to recharge with Seojun once. He remembered how Taeyeon reacted after spending a single day with Jessica’s Servant, and that was time split with Tiffany; when they finally let Tiffany recharge with Seojun, he got to see, up front and personal, what the effects of continual consumption of the putrid demonic sustenance that Tiffany was being subjected to days on end, without pause.

“Tiffany!” Tiffany was on her hands and knees, head hanging down and her sticky, sweaty hair creating a curtain that covered her face, her entire body heaving and her muscles tense.

“Seojun?”

“Tiffany, let’s—”

“Oh…” the vaguely familiar voice was soon matched with a familiar face when Seojun’s head whipped around to see Sunny at the door, an expression equally shocked and horrified. “…my god…”

Seojun looked on in confusion as she rushed to Tiffany’s side. “Sunny…?”

“Those—”

“Hm?” Sunny was cut off by the leader of the group walking into the room. “What were you about to call me?”

“You conniving, evil, cheating bastards.”

The biting words only widened his smile. “Gosh, that’s not very nice. But, considering we’re all demons here, I guess that’s only par for the course.”

“Well, Tiffany paid well over the amount she promised you. You better get Taeyeon back without so much a scratch.”

“It was just two days extra. Call it a tip. Plus, she’s a succubus. Her very existence is centered around being fucked. If anything, I’d say we all did her a favor.”

“Look at her! You think—you know that succubus hate demonic vitalis. Don’t pretend this past century has dulled your knowledge, or are you brutish devils really that dumb?”

“Ouch.”

“Are you going to stall here forever? Are you that afraid to fulfill your end of the bargain?”

“Oh, we’re just waiting on the little pet there.”

“Wha—”

“—me?”

The leader turned to Seojun, nodding with a, frankly, devilish smile. Not in the handsome quality of it—which, almost objectively, was handsome despite the character of the demon wielding the smile—but in a questioning, bargaining sense. ‘Do you dare disobey me? Do you know the consequences of doing so?’

“Yes. You need not do any of the hard work, of course. You are there just in case.”

“…in case what?”

It was Sunny who intervened. Seojun, still relatively new to this world, was far too intimidated to speak, much less ask questions.

“Well, in case Joohyun and Yoona feel like bargaining. I heard that, prior to Taeyeon showing up, they had their fun with the little pet. Is that true?” Even his gaze felt a heavy burden; Seojun could feel the weight of the millennia of life that he’s lived, the power to end his life with barely a second thought should Seojun do something that could be misconstrued as an insult. Seojun nodded—it was all he could do. He dared not even meet the devil’s eyes, much less respond. He was still fuming, after all—as terrifying the devil’s presence was, knowing what they did to Tiffany matched, if not surpassed, the intensity of that feeling of terror. If Seojun spoke, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from voicing that anger. “So, they have an interest in him. If it comes down to it, we’ll take Taeyeon back with force. But, I have a feeling that those two High Witches don’t want to get into another fight with us.”

“In other words, you’re shirking your responsibility to Seojun. After the payment Tiffany endured for this, you’re forcing Seojun to do your dirty work?”

“No. It’s because it’s us that those two might want to trade. It’s because the alternative is to fight us that they’ll consider giving Taeyeon up without a fight. Do you understand, you succubus-wanna-be?”

“What did you—”

“Let’s go.”

“S-Seojun!”

Tiffany reached up and grabbed Seojun’s arm before he could stand back up.

“I’ll be right back, Tiffany. With Taeyeon.”

Ordinarily, Tiffany might’ve protested. She might’ve used her status as his Mistress to command him to stay. But in her current weakened state, there wasn’t much she could do except say, “be careful, ok?”

Aside from how uncomfortable it was to be held by one of the devils as the six of them raced towards the abode of the two High Witches, it was uneventful. In fact, as they arrived, the two demonesses were standing on their front porch, as if expecting them.

“So, what’ll it be?”

What? They weren’t in collusion, were they? Them kidnapping Seojun, them taking Taeyeon in return, all so that these six devils can take advantage of Tiffany?

“Why’s Seojun here?”

Hearing that question being posed by who Seojun seemed to remember being Seohyun. Although the memory wasn’t great, the greatest impression this High Witch left on him was that she was the nicer of the two, and hearing her pose that question strengthened that impression.

“We’re here for Taeyeon.”

“Well, I’m afraid we made a deal already.” This time, it was the other one—Yoona was her name, if Seojun remembered properly.

“You two are smart cookies. You remember what happened last we met.”

“Yeah, I do. You nearly lost your arm.”

“But, as you can see, it’s perfectly fine.” Seojun didn’t know if he was being overly confident or putting on a show. Honestly, he didn’t know how to power scale the two parties; from what he’s heard, it sounded like Seohyun and Yoona were more powerful, individually, but them two versus the six devils on ‘his’ side might be more evenly matched. In that case, why was he so confident? “The way I see this, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“Don’t pretend you have any sway here. Taeyeon came to us and volunteered herself of her own volition.”

“Is that what you told Boa?”

Succubae were the least powerful demons, at least in terms of combative ability. That’s what Seojun came to realize in the past few weeks. So, the look on Yoona’s face wasn’t fear, perse—it was more so a frustration, or an annoyance. ‘Damn it, that bitch, huh?’ That’s what her facial expression seemed to be saying. For even a being of Yoona and Seohyun’s caliber, the name ‘Boa’ drew this much weight, huh? And he just casually fucked her the other day?