Miss Gemini

It took Seojun a few seconds to realize he wasn’t in his usual bed, a few seconds more to sit up and realize he didn’t recognize the bedroom he was in, and a few seconds further for panic to start settling in.

To get to me, wouldn’t a perpetrator have to get through Taeyeon first? But how could have someone managed to subdue Taeyeon? Did I get kidnapped by another succubus, or maybe even a witch?

Those panicked thoughts amplified when the door to the bedroom opened, revealing a woman that could only be described as dangerously stunning.

She stood a little bit taller than Taeyeon—maybe around Tiffany’s height—equipped with extremely sharp facial features. A sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a tall yet slim nose bridge, large eyes, and thin lips all spoke of her strong, feminine allure. The clothes she was wearing, while relatively loose, still couldn’t hide the great curves she clearly sported.

“Good morning, Seojun. I’m Jessica, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Even her voice had that feminine appeal to it; although it was considerably higher pitched than Taeyeon’s or Tiffany’s, it still maintained a silky-smooth consistency that made him want to listen to it all day.

What would it sound like screaming my name as she—

Seojun stopped himself, remembering that he was in a potentially dangerous situation. “Hello…”

Jessica caught onto his caution quickly. “I’m not going to hurt you; after all, you’re Taengoo’s Servant, someone I’ve heard a lot about, and not only from her.”

Hearing her speak, Seojun felt his caution disarm; her voice was just so soothing and easy to listen to. Plus, from how casually she mentioned Taeyeon’s name, Seojun figured Jessica had to be pretty close to her. Maybe this was just a surprise or a test or something; either way, Seojun figured he probably wasn’t in any danger.

“Oh … um, what have you heard?”

“I heard that you managed to convince Tiffany to undergo the Servant Ritual after the disaster that was her first Servant a few centuries ago.” That piqued Seojun’s interest, but he ultimately decided against inquiring further. “I was so eager to meet you that I decided to make a deal with Taeyeon from only hearing the rumors.”

A deal? What kind of deal? There wasn’t a dangerous reason why Jessica was being vague about it, was there? Surely not; after all, there wasn’t a hint of hostility in Jessica’s voice.

“I know you’re new to all of this so I’m not going to rush you or anything. If you want to wash up, feel free to use the bathroom and anything you find inside it,” she said, motioning to the open door leading into the tiled room, “When you’re done, feel free to join me downstairs for breakfast.”

Incredible, otherworldly attractiveness, check. A soothing, beautiful voice he could listen to all day, check. Knowledge of everything from Servant Rituals to Taeyeon, check. A general maturity that seemed to span millennia, check. An aura of allure and seductiveness, check. Yep, Jessica was a succubus alright.

“OK, thank you.”

“No problem! Take your time~”

More so singing her final few words than speaking them, Jessica turned around and walked away, leaving Seojun to his own devices. He took longer than usual in the shower to mull over just what the hell was happening and was so deep in thought that he barely noticed Jessica standing in the kitchen until she turned around to address him. “Oh Seojun!”

“Hi—” the greeting froze at his throat as his eyes landed on the pink pair of nipples that sat at the peak of her voluminous, exposed breasts.

“Are you ready for breakfast?”

Seojun didn’t answer, or rather couldn’t, instead drinking in the beautiful sight of the succubus completely in the nude standing before him, horns, tail, and wings included.

Seeing Seojun completely speechless before him, Jessica couldn’t help but giggle. Seojun couldn’t help but smile at that; everything about Jessica was so absolutely enchanting, from her feminine facial features to her addictively alluring voice to her playful mannerisms to her amazing curves. Seojun once again thanked his lucky stars that he was so fortunate to be in the position he was in.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“U-Um, sorry,” Seojun stammered, finally snapping out of it at the sound of Jessica’s inquiry, somehow managing to tear his eyes away from Jessica’s sultry, exposed body, “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to be rude and stare.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind you staring at all. Do you want to strip too? We’re not going to have much use them today, anyway.”

Seojun blamed the fact that his brain wasn’t functioning properly due to being thrust into this new environment for why he, rather idiotically, replied with, “Huh? Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Surely, you can guess from these,” Jessica said, giggling while motioning to her wings and waving her tail at him.

“Oh. Right…”

The listless response elicited another giggle from the joyful demoness. “You’re cute, I can tell why Taengoo likes you. I know I told you to come down for breakfast, but unfortunately, I’m not quite done yet. Do you mind sitting there for a little bit?” Jessica requested, pointing to a stool in the island table inside the kitchen with the sleek, midnight-black tail sprouting out from the top of her rear.

“Yeah, sure.”

In his past life, the prospect of stripping in front of such a drop-dead gorgeous specimen of a female like Jessica would be something he would’ve never even considered; however, now he only hesitated for a few seconds before discarding his clothing on the kitchen floor before making his way to the island table.

After sitting down, having nothing else to do, Seojun found himself staring at Jessica as she swayed her hips happily while humming along to an excited, American-sounding song. Her tail swayed back and forth in opposition to the movement of her hips, her slightly folded wings making small flapping motions as she danced to the music. It was an incredibly adorable sight, but Seojun couldn’t help but stare at the demoness’s well-defined assets. He knew he was instructed to sit here and wait, but … what he wouldn’t do to just walk up to her and bury his cock between those pillowy cushions on her rump, pinch and bite those pink buttons attached to her voluptuous rack that were just begging to be squeezed and played with.

The passage of time went by completely unnoticed by the horny succubus servant until Jessica suddenly exclaimed, “Done!”

The meal—an egg toast sandwich—was tasty, but the word Seojun would use to describe the meal itself was ‘distracted’. After setting the plate in front of him, Jessica watched him from the other side of the kitchen island table, leaning forward with her elbows planted on the table and her chin resting on her hand, her boobs resting against the table a few inches below.

Seojun caught himself staring and apologized again, only for Jessica to again voice her lack of concern regarding the topic, and in fact encouraging him to look to his heart’s content. The result was another layer of self-consciousness vanishing, Seojun taking much longer than he otherwise would have finishing the sandwich, and when he finished, he unabashedly looked at her firm, bubbly butt as she brought the plate to the sink.

It was partially due to this distraction that Seojun was caught off guard by a pair of warm, soft arms reaching around his neck and draped onto his clavicle, an even warmer and softer sensation pressing against his back at the same time. Seojun jumped, the sudden realization that someone else was in the house causing him embarrassment due to the state of undress he was currently in, only for that embarrassment to morph into confusion when he turned around to see … Jessica?

Seojun’s head snapped back around, confirming that Jessica was at the kitchen sink, starting the process of washing the dishes. But if Jessica was there, then how…?

Oh. This was her Trait, wasn’t it?

“I thought you could use some company while the dishes were being washed,” Jessica’s silky voice came from behind, floating into his ears like a pleasant spring breeze. “You had plenty of time to look at my tits, but the other parts of my body want attention too, you know?”

Partially with the help of this clone of Jessica or whatever it was, Seojun rose out of his stool, and the closer he looked, the more he could spot one glaringly obvious difference: this Jessica was semi-transparent. Although he could still make out her curves and the pale, vanilla tone of her skin, her body seemed to not only shimmer, but also opaquer than the original. He couldn’t quite see through the Jessica behind him, although he felt like he should be able to, which in and of itself felt like a weird paradox occurring right in front of him. “I’ve been told it’s like a ‘ghost’ or ‘clone,’ but the description I like best is ‘astral projection’.”

“But you’re—” Seojun reached out, encapsulating one of her hands within his noticeably bigger hands, feeling the softness of her skin and warmth of her body in the palms of his hands, “—so … solid,” he said, landing on the word for a lack of a better descriptor.

“You can feel how solid I am when you’re plowing me from behind.”

Bending over the edge of the island table, the astral projection of Jessica shook her ass at him playfully, her curved back accentuating the fullness of the milk jugs sitting prominently on her upper chest.

One would’ve assumed that, after all the demonesses he’s already met, Seojun was already acclimated to the general weirdness that came with this new lifestyle. That assumption was wrong, but that wasn’t to say it was unwelcome. In fact, it was the total opposite; every single time he met someone new, Seojun felt like he was being introduced to something he never would’ve imagined himself enjoying. And one of those things definitely was a blazing hot woman like Jessica so brazenly seducing him.

Seojun closed the distance and grabbed her hips in one motion, and shoving his cock right into the damp, raging inferno in the next.

“Ooh fuck, you’re so—” Jessica moaned, throwing her head back like someone grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it backwards. Her leg muscles tensed, her vaginal walls flexing around the perimeter of his cock as Seojun pushed more and more of his length past the flopping wet lips hungrily devouring the succubus’s own morning meal. “—you’re so big, god…”

It was so strange, watching his cock disappear between the semi-transparent, shapely mounds of fat on her rear. It felt like he should be able to see his member through the shimmery surface of her skin, but the only thing his eyes were met with was the same visual of her rotund posterior gobbling up his dick. It took a while longer, but when he finally buried his cock to the hilt inside her, Jessica’s tail looped around his waist and pushed him flush against her body. Seojun wasted no time, grinding his hips against her ass and reveling in the feeling of her ass against his groin, before swinging his hips back and thrusting back inside.

“Hmm, fuck, it’s so tight.”

The springy-ness of her ass as it bounced off his groin, the firm slapping sounds of their connection, the suppleness of her skin, everything reaffirmed the fact that this astral projection was indeed as solid as she stated, but Seojun still had some reserve using his full strength, for fear of the semi-transparent clone suddenly dissipating, sending him straight to the hospital with a broken penis.

Jessica, perhaps noticing this, spoke up about it. “Fuck me like you mean it, put your back into it!”

Taking this as a reaffirmation that his fear was unfounded, Seojun started ramping up the amount of strength he was using, receiving positive reinforcement for his efforts by the gradual crescendo of moans and sighs and the tightening grip of her tail around his waist. His hands eventually slid up from her waist, feeling secure enough from the hold her tail had on his hips, and reached upwards towards the subject of his fascination during his breakfast, her boobs, and grabbed a handful of them.

“You really like them, don’t you?”

While they didn’t seem as voluminous as Sunny’s, Jessica’s boobs were just as pliable and satisfying to squeeze. “They feel really—” Seojun stopped himself halfway after he started responding, realizing Jessica’s voice sounded too distant to be the Jessica that was bent over before him. He shifted his gaze to the side and was met with an even more bizarre sight.

Bending Jessica—the original one—over the sink was … himself? An astral projection of himself? That much was clear because of the skin’s almost-transparency texture, but looking at himself from behind was an experience Seojun could only explain as surreal.

“Yeah, you have such a nice butt.”

Hearing what seemed to be his own voice coming from another physical body was even more surreal. It felt like his soul had separated from his physical form and was looking at his own body groping the supple cheeks of Jessica’s ass, and he might’ve believed that was what was happening too if his dick wasn’t currently being massaged by the hot, tight pussy of Jessica’s clone.

“I would say I have a nicer pussy, but why don’t you find out find out for yourself?”

“That’s also really hot, isn’t it?” This time, Seojun could tell the hushed voice belonged to the Jessica he was currently buried inside.

“Yeah…” he whispered back; strange as it was, it was undeniable that seeing Jessica’s back arch in response to his astral projection stuffing his engorged cock into her eagerly awaiting hole was hot. Definitely more so than porn, although the fact that he was already balls deep in Jessica’s copy already made up for that discrepancy.

The novelty of watching another form of himself pistoning the demoness as she struggled to finish doing the dishes soon faded, although it was partially reignited when Seojun’s clone lent a helping hand to Jessica by using her tits to wipe off the dirty soapsuds off the plates and pans. By the time his attention had completely recentered on the Jessica that was attached to him, his climax had just about reached its peak.

“Fuck, Seojun, harder!”

“Your cock is stretching me out so much, fuck!”

“Pound my pussy into the table!”

“More! Fill my tiny little cunt with your cum!”

The combined ecstatic moans from both Jessica and her astral projection filled the kitchen to the brim with the sound of their pleasure as both versions of Seojun slammed into the succubus over and over. While he had long stopped paying attention to the other Jessica, hearing her voice on top of the voice of the Jessica taking in his dick pushed him further to the edge.

When Seojun finally reached his climax and unloaded inside Jessica, just like all the other succubae he’s fed so far, her reaction was fierce.

“Oh—Oh, fuck!” her pussy tightened even more as an overload of pleasure coursed through her body, the sticky fluid painting her insides white, “Oh god, oh my god, oh fuck, oh god, it’s so—” her voice grew in pitch, something that seemed to affect the original Jessica as well, whose moans of pleasure morphed into what could only be described as impatient panting, “—so much, it’s so hot, fuck, fuck!” As Seojun’s orgasm started to subside, Jessica exploded all at once, spraying his entire length and his groin area with her juices. Her entire body shook violently, vibrating even more fiercely than before, her back arched so far that Seojun briefly questioned if she was in danger of breaking it. It wasn’t long after that the other pair followed suit, having just finished cleaning the last of the eating and cooking utensils.

As Seojun was catching his breath, blankly staring down at the similarly recovering, slumped over figure of the succubus he was still buried inside, a blink of an eye was all it took to miss a sudden change. It happened in an instant, and while he could tell something was different, but couldn’t place his finger on it. Was he just seeing things? Was he going crazy? Did he cum so hard he was starting to lose his mind?

“Wow…” Jessica’s voice interrupted Seojun’s thoughts, filled with an unbridled sense of wonder and amazement, “I almost can’t believe what everyone said was right…” Seojun blinked again, zeroing in on her, then realizing what was different was the texture of her skin: it was no longer semi-transparent. “I guess this is what got Tiffany to finally acquire another Servant.”

Did she just … did Jessica just switch places with her astral projection? Seojun’s gaze shifted to the side to discover that the two figures at the sink had since disappeared.

This was all hurting Seojun’s brain—not that it was hard to understand, but it was hard to accustom himself to such supernatural events that Seojun, not months before, would’ve considered absolutely impossible. Getting used to all the beautiful, sexy succubae swooning over him was one thing, but getting used to all the supernatural abilities that came with them was another.

“Speaking of, I heard Tiffany ran you ragged the other day.”

Seojun chuckled, remembering the apologetic expression on her face after he had woken up from passing out as a side-effect of the burden her Trait put on his body. “Yeah. That was … well, an experience, for sure.”

Jessica lifted her body off the table, Seojun taking that as his cue to back away from her, drawing his dick out from the warm scabbard it was previously sheathed inside. “I’ll let you rest and digest your breakfast first.”

The break was cut off prematurely by Seojun himself as his eyes drifted away from the TV screen and into the closed backyard area of Jessica’s house to see her swimming laps in her pool. He found himself drifting outside, joining her by the poolside, watching her nude figure cut through the water. However, this time, as she neared the edge of the pool closest to him, she stopped, grabbing onto it and lifting her upper body out of the water. She flipped her wet hair back in such a picturesque manner that it stunned Seojun for a few seconds. How was it that Jessica was able to do such a graceful move he figured was only possible in movies? “Did you want to join me?”

While he had already seen Jessica be a different type of wet, seeing her like this was a treat as well. The water droplets clinging to her body only seemed to accentuate her curvaceous figure, tracing a path around her bountiful mounds and dribbling off at the bottom. Her naked figure was already alluring as it was, but there was something about seeing it dripping with water that made it all the more appealing—especially when he imagined what it would look like if Jessica’s body was covered in a different type of liquid.

“Nah, I can’t swim.”

“I’ll teach you—” she started, then pausing momentarily as her gaze shifted to his hardened member, “—oh, did you come out here to tell me that you’re already sufficiently rested?”

“That was one reason,” Seojun replied, watching Jessica pull herself out of the pool.

“I guess having to endure Tiffany so early on did wonders for your stamina and rate of recovery, huh?”

“I guess it did.”

Jessica let out a giggle, eyes deadest on the erect shaft attached to Seojun’s waist. “I hope you don’t mind if I give my mouth a chance to taste that delicious cum of yours.”

“Not at all.”

When Jessica got sufficiently close to Seojun, it happened again. A figure appeared in the edge of his vision in an instant, faster than he could blink an eye, and when his eyes fell onto it, confirmed that it was an astral projection of him. “I wouldn’t want my lips down there to be jealous of my lips up here, would I?” Jessica said with a smirk, having noticed the flicker of his gaze at the semi-transparent Seojun that was laying down on the smooth pavement surrounding the pool, his legs bent at a 45-degree angle with his feet pointed to the actual Seojun, the lower half of his torso tucked between her legs as she took a kneeling position. Without much of a warning, she seated herself directly atop his eagerly awaiting dick, biting her lower lip as the shaft penetrated her once again.

Fuck, that’s hot.

After sitting the rest of the way down, Jessica leaned forward, one hand using the clone-Seojun’s knees as handholds while the other tapped her pouting lips. “I think these lips are getting really lonely, why don’t you come and fill them up too?”

However weird it was to see himself grabbing Jessica’s hips and fucking her, causing a slight vibrato to her voice from how much her body was bouncing up and down the cock of a copy of himself, however much hesitation it gave him to consider how weird it was to be fucking the same person—or demoness—that another version himself was already fucking disappeared in an instant.

Jessica’s eyes lit up as Seojun took a few steps to close the distance, grabbing onto the horns that had sprouted just above her ears and extended to a few inches above her crown and shoved his dick past those eagerly waiting lips and into her oral orifice.

A deep moan reverberated from her throat and onto his shaft, wasting no time in taking his entire length into her mouth, only stopping when her nose bumped against his cleanly shaved crotch area. A slight gagging noise joined the outdoors ambience and the crisp, faint, yet distinctly audible sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin, Jessica’s hands having migrated from the knees of the clone-Seojun to the hips of the real Seojun.

“Fuck,” Seojun moaned, his grip of her horns tightening as he pushed her head away while simultaneously pulling his hips back, shortly after pushing them together again.

Despite the slight gagging sound that escaped from Jessica, she took it in stride, managing to simultaneously match the thrusts of the Seojun below her while keeping her lips tightly sealed around his cock. However, it wasn’t until a few more thrusts that Seojun suddenly remembered that forcing his entire length inside her mouth was probably uncomfortable and loosened his grip. Jessica took advantage of it by pulling her mouth out, but instead of reprimanding him for being too forceful, she instead said, “Why don’t you sit down? That way I can use my tits too, and the other Seojun doesn’t have to lay down on the floor.”

Half in relief but half in excitement, Seojun quickly followed her directive, barely taking them a few seconds to shift themselves into the new position: Jessica’s legs now stood straight up, clone-Seojun’s hands returning to her waist and drilling her from behind while her upper body dove into a graceful downward angle, her face buried into Seojun’s lap, her hands pumping her ample mounds and up and down his shaft while simultaneously continuing the blowjob from before. In this position, it was harder to just disregard the other Seojun, not only because he was more prevalent in his field of vision, but because every thrust shifted Jessica’s body back and forth just enough to be noticeable. However, the constant shifting barely did anything to inhibit the pleasure he was experiencing from the simultaneous titjob and blowjob.

The suffocating tightness from Jessica’s throat quickly pushed him to the brink, but it was seeing her cheeks bulging with the girth of his cock and the lustful, needy expression on her face as she kissed, licked, twirled her tongue around, and deepthroated his dick while simultaneously pumping her soft, plush tits furiously along the length of his rock-hard cock that brought him to the precipice. What ended up triggering it was a chain reaction started from his astral projection, unleashing his sustenance inside her with a grunt, causing the succubus to cum in response—and seeing the blisteringly hot scene of Jessica’s body shaking with the ferocity of her orgasm and the subsequent trickling of their combined fluids down her legs that pushed Seojun past the peak, unleashing a torrent of semen straight into the back of her throat.

Instead of taking upon the post-orgasm exhaustion expression that Seojun’s astral projection had, Jessica instead seemed to become more invigorated as the streams of the viscous fluid traveled down her throat. When she finally came up to breathe, looking at her square in the face, it was hard to not be infected by her invigorated expression.

“Do you want to be the one who gets double-teamed this time?”

The pair headed back inside, not making it far before starting round three: this time, as promised, with an astral projection of Jessica, who Seojun learned was essentially weightless as he supported her semi-transparent body as she clung onto Seojun’s upper half while the lower half was busy pounding away at Jessica, slumped over a turned-on drying machine. The vibration of the machine against her sex and her clit added on to the stimulation from Seojun’s cock, as did the fingering-turned-fisting to the clone-Jessica. Although it, combined with the assault onto her tits by his mouth, wasn’t enough to bring the astral projection to orgasm by the time the original Jessica climaxed, the following round of her riding him while eating the real Jessica’s pussy out more than made up for it.

Seojun’s next break was brought to an end by Jessica, who was carried onto the living room couch and rewarded with a merciless round of double penetration by Seojun and his astral projection. It wasn’t until a few orgasms and a couple of shifting of positions later, in which both Seojun and his astral projection had the chance to thoroughly explore and enjoy both holes, that Jessica was finally satisfied, letting Seojun take another break.

They continued throughout the rest of the day, ditching the use of Jessica’s Trait when they resumed after the break following dinner. Since Jessica’s property was pretty well isolated from prying eyes, the demoness unabashedly dragged him around her entire residence, leaving no room unused to satisfy her voracious appetite. Well after the sun had set, Jessica had dragged Seojun to her front door, Seojun relentlessly pounding her pussy, red from the beating it has been receiving throughout the entire day and shiny from all the cum it has been slathered with from Seojun and Jessica herself alike, pulling on her backwards-stretched arms like a leash and using them as leverage to gradually increase the force with which he fucked her.

“Yes! Destroy my tiny little pussy!”

“God, you’re still so fucking tight after all the punishment your cunt has taken.”

The crisp sound of her springy butt slapping against his moist crotch nearly drowned out their voices, resonating about the otherwise empty abode. Her almond hair flew about wildly in conjunction with the growingly animalistic motions of Seojun, his grip of her frail forearms tightening along with tension in his legs, pushing his entire length deep inside her and pulling it out over and over.

“Fuck, Jessica, you feel so good—”

The sound of the door opening right in front of them caused Seojun’s head to jerk upwards, stopping in his tracks, the momentary panic settling upon seeing Taeyeon at standing on the other side of the door. Standing next to her was a well kempt, American man donning a neat short-sleeved polo shirt and a pair of matching trousers, standing almost a head, it not a full head, taller than Taeyeon, sharing the same bemused expression Taeyeon had on her face. Despite appearing about his age, the man gave off a kind of maturity, like he was much older than he appeared. Why that was, Seojun didn’t quite know.

“I knew it, you forgot to keep an eye on the time.” The calmness Taeyeon used to address Jessica, whose womanhood was being stretched open by her own Servant’s cock, honestly put Seojun off a little. Was she hiding her annoyance? Or maybe she genuinely was as amused as she appeared? After all, wasn’t sex to a succubus similar to eating a meal to a human being? And, most importantly, who was the man standing next to her? He seemed like someone Jessica knew, judging from his expression—was he also a demon? “You always get too absorbed into things, Sica—I know my Seojun is good, but what about your own Servant?” Oh, so there was the answer to that question.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close~” Jessica whined, turning her head back to look at him with pleading eyes.

Seojun, conflicted, looked back up at Taeyeon, who this time smiled in a different kind of bemusement, more so a ‘it’s cute you’re looking for my permission’ kind of way. “Go ahead,” Taeyeon said.

With that, Seojun continued right where he left off, earning a surprised yelp from Jessica and another onslaught of moans to erupt from her mouth, the heat emanating from their hot connection now intermingling with the cold, winter night air coming through the front door.

“Keep going, Seojun! Fuck me harder!”

While the tightness with which Jessica’s pussy clamped down on his dick and the way it massaging his cock as it glided between the well-lubricated vaginal walls felt amazing in and of itself, the fact that Taeyeon and her own Servant were watching made it that much hotter.

“Fuck, Jessica, I’m close…”

“Give it all to me, Seojun! I want to savor this last taste of you I’ll get in a while!”

“You know, it doesn’t have to be—”

Taeyeon’s words were interrupted with a loud groan from Seojun as he shot stream after stream of semen deep between the waiting lips of Jessica’s entrance, straight into her womb. Jessica let out another, high-pitched moan, her body shuddering with the pleasure of the hot substance entering her system yet again. When Seojun’s climax subsided, he let Jessica ride out her orgasm before extracting his soaking wet cock from her sex.

“Wow…” Jessica said, breathless, stumbling a few steps forward, summarily caught by the man standing beside Taeyeon.

“I’ll take it from here, thanks dude,” he said to Seojun in perfect Korean, much to Seojun’s shock. The man seemed barely phased by Seojun’s complete state of undress, letting the fully nude Jessica lean on his sturdy figure by slinging her arm around his shoulder.

“I know, right? My Seojun is every bit amazing as I told you he was, right?” Taeyeon, grabbing his arm, asked with pride.

“Yeah…”

“Well, you were great as ever Parker!” So, Parker was his name. What did Taeyeon mean by ‘as great as ever,’ though? “Be seeing you soon, maybe?”

Both pairs of eyes went to the slouching figure of Jessica, who ended up shrugging in response. “We’ll see.”

It wasn’t until they were on their way back that the question was answered.

“Jessica lives a little far away from the rest of us; I’m not sure if you noticed, but we’re in America right now.” Seojun did notice, as Taeyeon was speeding through the sky with him in tow, that things looked different, somehow. So that’s why I thought that. “That’s because she’s a high up of a big fashion company here in America, but that makes it a bit difficult to visit us in Korea. So, when she found out that I acquired you recently, she proposed we swap Servants for a day; this is something we do quite often, but because you’re new, Jessica requested that I keep things a secret to ‘make things a bit more interesting’.”

“Ah … when I woke up and figured out that Jessica was a succubus, I thought I had gotten in the middle of some succubus conflict,” Seojun admitted, laughing at how needlessly cautious he was in retrospect.

“I’m sorry, was it scary?”

“Oh, no! I quickly realized that I didn’t have much of a reason to be cautious around Jessica.”

Relieved, Taeyeon continued, “Did you enjoy the day with her? Did you get to enjoy playing around with her Trait much?”

“Yeah—” it was the strangest thing. Seojun felt like he was telling his mommy what he did at kindergarten that day, even though that thing he did was fuck the brains out of one of her friends for almost the entirety of that day. “—it was really trippy, at first, but after I got over it, it was fun. It was sorta like your Trait, although I think I still like yours more.”

“Oh, is that so?” Although Seojun didn’t have a good view of Taeyeon’s face, he swore he could’ve heard a smile in her voice when she responded.

They got back home not long after, although Taeyeon had to go straight to the toilet because of a stomach ache—something Tiffany told Seojun was probably a result of consuming too much sustenance of someone not one’s own Servant, something that Tiffany herself didn’t suffer from because she had yet to complete the Servant Ritual with him. Although it wasn’t explicitly mentioned, Seojun knew that it meant both Tiffany and Taeyeon, like Jessica, spent the day fucking that attractive, well kempt, American man. Hearing that brought upon another bout of jealousy, the thought entering his mind of Taeyeon and Tiffany moaning Parker’s name loudly as he fucked both of them simultaneously, the two erupting like wellspring in response to his more experienced hands, tongue, and cock.

What helped resolve that jealousy was later that night when, after Taeyeon’s stomach ache subsided and she briefly apologized for the delay, she directed Tiffany for that night’s Servant Ritual.