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!”