Miss Witch

After their personal training session ended that day, Taeyeon left to attend a meeting with one of the many companies she was a chairwoman for. This left Seojun inside the rather quaint gym alone to do some additional endurance training on the treadmill, absentmindedly wondering about other types of ‘demons’ that Taeyeon seemed to suggest existed. Were there demons who focused on blood instead of semen? But a vampire typically wouldn’t be considered a ‘demon’, at least to his limited knowledge of that mythos. Would they also have a weakness to the sunlight but in exchange be granted superhuman abilities? Or maybe there were more brutish ‘demons’ who simply fed on the living, be they animals or humans or other demons, and were thus granted supreme physical enhancements?

If there were, then Seojun could see a secondary reason to undergo this training. For that day, he chose to remain inside the gym to train his cardio because, although he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face as he ran, there were many benefits to using a treadmill: he didn’t have to worry about his route or getting lost, he didn’t have to worry about ducking and weaving between other pedestrians, there were no traffic lights or crosswalks to stop him, and he had the option to slant the treadmill upwards so that he was constantly running on a slope, as normal running didn’t seem to really drain his stamina much anymore.

However, there currently was another, massive benefit to using a treadmill: the splendid view of the short yet especially voluptuous woman to his right. She had arrived about half an hour into his workout and had given him a nod in greetings, ears plugged by a pair of AirPods connected to the phone she was carrying in her right hand, before mounting the treadmill and getting started. Part of him felt bad for stealing so many glances, but her outfit was so provocative that he couldn’t help himself.

The satin red polyester of her form-fitting top had its work cut out for it, stretching across the mountainous valley that were her breasts, following her excellent curves down to just above her belly button. The plunging neckline gave way to an eyeful of cleavage and a hint at her boobs practically bursting at the seams and partially spilling out of the side, also giving Seojun an excellent view of her sideboob. Frankly, Seojun was astonished that the top was able to hold itself together.

Her milky-white skin seemed to glimmer in the bright lights of the gym, its tautness tested with every step. Seojun had only seen such large breasts in American movies and TV shows before, so to see such a magnificent pair in person was a treat for his eyes: with every step she took, her perky tits bounced magnificently, so much that they seemed on the verge of spilling out—unfortunately, no such incident occurred, which not only disappointed Seojun but shocked him as well. How was it possible that her boobs moved around so much, the elastic material of her top shifting around to reveal different parts of her boobs to him with every other step, but still manage to hold all of it in?

The eye candy didn’t end there though; her bare midriff revealed a toned set of abs, and a bit further down was her slim waist covered in the same elastic material as her top but in black. The shorts didn’t stretch much further down though, just barely covering the bottom parts of her ass. Her bottom was equally form-fitting, the shiny black material curving over her rump showing off the magnificent roundness of her butt.

Before he knew it, another half-hour had passed, by which point the beginning signs of fatigue had started to settle into the young woman beside him. That this feat most likely pointed her as also being a supernatural being completely went over Seojun’s head, as his mind was mostly preoccupied with other things. So when the silence was finally broken by her voice, Seojun nearly jumped out of his skin. “You’ve been running for an hour already? On that incline?”

Seojun’s head snapped to his right, seeing that she had slowed down to a walk, carrying her wireless earphones in her hand. “I’m s—” Seojun stopped himself after realizing that she wasn’t telling him off for looking at her so much, taking a second to regain his composure and slow down his own machine, and another to process her words and replied, “—preparing for something coming up that I need to train my stamina for. What about you?” He didn’t know why but addressing her as ‘noona’ felt right; despite how youthful her appearance was, there was something about her that seemed mature, something in her eyes that told a tale that could span centuries, perhaps even millennia. Like Taeyeon’s.

“I like exercising from time to time; by the way, you can just call me ‘Sunny’.”

Sunny slowed her treadmill to a halt, Seojun following suit, both turning to face each other. “I’m Seojun.”

“Hm…” Her eyes did a quick scan of his body, but before Seojun could even consider if she just checked him out, she continued, “Do you also know Taeyeon?”

Did that mean…?

“Yeah, she’s—” in the case that she wasn’t also a succubus, Seojun figured it was best to keep things vague. So, he ended up finishing with, “—my personal trainer. Do you know her too?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, she’s the one who invited me to start using her gym.”

Seojun, temporarily distracted by how pretty Sunny’s smile was, took a second to fully process her reply. “Her gym?”

“She didn’t tell you? She owns this gym.” That was certainly news to Seojun, but it hardly surprised him considering the vast amount of wealth she had.  “And the fact that you know her tells me that you’re … her new Servant?”

Oh, so she was also a succubus. That certainly explained why she had such a tantalizingly sexy body.

“Yeah, I—” he stopped himself, wondering if he should be offering information like that out freely to other succubae. After all, wasn’t the thing that attracted Taeyeon to Seojun his scent? If Sunny was also a succubus matured enough to be able to detect his scent, then maybe he’d be in trouble of being kidnapped? Should he run? But from what he’d seen from Taeyeon, there was probably no point in doing so since she would just be able to easily catch up to him. Plus, she was allowed inside this gym; surely, if Sunny and Taeyeon were on bad terms, Sunny wouldn’t be allowed in, right?

“By the way, I noticed that you were looking at my boobs quite a bit earlier.”

Shit. She knew?

Seojun gulped, his eyes drawn back onto her impressive rack, accentuated by her arms folded beneath them, pushing them upwards. He swore he could see the polyester material jut out at the tips of her mounds but didn’t linger on them long enough to verify. Maybe she was dangerous. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude—”

“It’s fine,” she replied, the smile playing at her lips clearly present in her voice, “Do you like them? My puppies?”

Seojun’s eyes drifted back onto her chest, drinking in the magnificent sight of the smaller woman shaking them back and forth in a playful manner. “I—” realizing he was being rude again, he diverted his eyes, a flush befalling his face, “—um, yeah, they’re, uh, nice.”

Hearing his hesitation and shyness caused Sunny to burst out into a twinkling laughter. “No need to be so shy; I mean, you’ve fucked Taeyeon already, right?” The frankness at which Sunny spoke almost made Seojun do a double-take, but she barreled on regardless. “How many others besides her?”

The way Sunny spoke was a strange mixture of a male friend casually asking a question about his sex life and a curious mother just wanting to know her son better. Seojun had just met Sunny less than an hour ago, yet something about her candid nature completely disarmed him. “Two.”

“Oh, I see.” A slight pause, then, “Do you want to make that three?”

Hearing that nearly caused Seojun to choke on his spit. It wasn’t just the prospect of fucking an extremely attractive woman he had only just met, but also the frank nature at which she offered the proposal that shocked him.

“I’m guessing that Tiffany was among the two that you’ve already fucked, and while I can’t say I’m as energetic as her or as interesting as Taeyeon, I can promise you that I’ve had about as much experience as both of them.”

Those were the words that suddenly made Seojun realize something. “Are you … not a succubus?”

Because if Sunny had ‘as much experience as both of them’, that would imply they were all around the same age. And if that was the case, surely her senses would’ve been refined enough to the point where she would be able to detect his apparently extremely attractive scent; however, so far, Sunny had more or less treated him like a normal person. No hungry, predatory look in her eyes that sent chills down his spine; just a normal, albeit extremely sexy, sultry look in her eyes and an inviting smile on her lips.

Sunny cocked an eyebrow at the question. “How do you figure that?”

Hearing that, Seojun felt himself panic. Did he get it wrong? Maybe Sunny just was better at controlling herself, or maybe it had something to do with her Trait. “Um, well, I—uh, for Taeyeon and Tiffany, they reacted to my ‘scent’ or whatever, but it seemed like you didn’t at all, so I thought that, um, maybe you weren’t a succubus because of that.”

Sunny contemplated for a few seconds before chuckling. “You’re dead on. I’m impressed, Taeyeon got herself a smart one, I see.” It felt like a huge load was released from his shoulders, the tension exiting his body with a deep sigh. “You’re right, I’m not a succubus like Taeyeon or Tiffany. I’m a witch.”

Frankly, after learning about the existence of succubae a few weeks prior, the revelation didn’t even shock him that much. There was something that piqued his curiosity though. “Well, if you’re not a succubus, then why…?”

“Why did I offer to fuck?” Seojun wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get used to her blunt language combined with the playful manner she spoke in. “Since it looks like you’re new to all of this, let me give you a brief rundown: ‘witches’ or ‘warlocks’ are essentially normal humans who can draw, accommodate, store, and use life force. However, in order to use it, we need to draw it from somewhere or store it inside something else. One common place we store ‘life force’ is our bodies; the body of a succubus is uniquely modified to acquire life force via semen, but I can acquire it by any variety of means: drawing it from plants, from insects, even eating meat, anything that has the potential for life or was once alive can be a source of life force. That being the case, semen is actually one of the densest sources of life force available because that’s when it’s potential for life is the greatest, which is something that succubae take advantage of. It’s also part of the reason why I choose to acquire life force via semen, although my body isn’t nearly as efficient at acquiring it or storing it as a succubus’s. That’s why I befriended Taeyeon: her servants always have the best quality semen, and I have a pretty good feeling about you too.”

It was all a bit overwhelming to Seojun. Store … ‘use’ life force? “What do you mean by ‘use’ life force?”

“Oh, well I’m sure you’ve seen it in action as succubae use their life force to power their Traits; however, their usage of their life force is extremely limited. We can use life force in many more complex ways; you can consider a ‘witch’ or a ‘warlock’ to be what modern society calls a ‘mage’ or ‘sorcerer’.” Seeing Seojun still maintaining a perplexed expression, she proposed, “Why don’t I demonstrate?”

Sunny’s eyes dropped from Seojun’s face to his crotch, shortly afterwards a strange, warm kind of pain caused his body, and especially his upper thighs, to clench. Seojun grimaced and bent over slightly, slightly lightheaded, his hands going to his legs and squeezing his upper thighs at the feeling of an invisible force tugging at his penis in a manner more uncomfortable than arousing. As it happened, the tightness in his boxers increased ever so slightly, such that when it finally stopped, he could feel the distinctive difference in tightness despite not being hard at all. The invisible feeling dissipated, the warm pain vanishing along with the lightheadedness.

“I’ll be needing that for later~”

Seojun’s eyes went back onto Sunny, who was smiling with a jovial expression. “What…?”

Instead of answering, Sunny got off her treadmill and joined him on his treadmill. Seojun kept his eyes on her, unsure of what she was doing; when she squatted down, Seojun opened his mouth to voice his confusion but not before she pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion.

“What the—” Seojun quickly moved to cover himself, not forgetting that they were technically still in public, but Sunny paid that fact no mind, her face level with his crotch.

“This is an example of what manipulation of life force can do.”

“What are you—” Seojun stopped himself when he realized both hands were no longer sufficient to cover his half-erect cock. Small as he was, both hands were generally enough to cover himself if he wasn’t fully erect—something he always jokingly told himself that was an advantage to being smaller in size.

But, at that moment, Seojun could clearly tell he wasn’t fully erect, yet his member still managed to escape the curtains his hands tried to put up.

“You noticed, didn’t you? I made you bigger!”

What the fuck?

“I transferred my life force to you and directed it to stimulate your body into extending the length of your penis.”

“Um, OK, so can I pull my pants back up now?”

“Hmm, well now that it’s out and right in front of me, it’d be a shame to just put it away…”