Jeremy dragged his weary legs along the path leading to school, his knees still trembling
slightly. Last night's frenzied sex had left him on the verge of total physical collapse; that
damn sister of his, Elena—acting like a tireless beast—had ridden him relentlessly, refusing
to stop until Aunt Jenna rang the doorbell early that morning, at which point she finally,
reluctantly let him go. Jeremy's cock was now swollen to the size of a sausage, still
throbbing and half-hard inside his underwear—all thanks to his accursed, primal Succubus
bloodline. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: *Fuck. If it weren't for this bloodline, why
would Elena get stronger every single time she fucked me? And what about me?* His cock
stayed perpetually rock-hard—granting him immortality and transformation skill—yet his
physical constitution hadn't improved. Last night, Elena had pinned him to the bed with her
superhuman strength, fucking him until he'd ejaculated over a dozen times; now, with his
back aching and his legs like jelly, walking felt like treading on cotton.
He rubbed his groggy eyes, his mind a chaotic mess. Maybe he really did need to stay away
from Caroline—no, stay away from *all* girls. Otherwise, if Elena—that sister of his with the
off-the-charts possessiveness—ever found out he was fooling around again, she'd surely
fuck him to death. For the first time, he felt a flicker of fear—not of the pain itself, but of the
sheer, unending nature of the punishment. He made a firm decision: from now on, he
wouldn't touch anyone.
Suddenly, a hand shot out from the bushes lining the path, seizing his arm and yanking him
violently into the shadows.
Before Jeremy could even react, a pair of eager lips pressed against his own; a tongue
thrust inside aggressively, swirling around until he was left gasping for breath.
He instinctively tried to push his attacker away, but his palms landed accidentally against the
other person's chest; through the thin fabric of their clothes, he felt a pair of full, voluptuous
breasts—soft to the touch, yet bursting with elastic firmness. The kiss lasted for quite a while
before the other person finally pulled away with a look of satisfaction. Jeremy, gasping for
breath, lifted his head and clearly saw that exquisite face—Caroline. She was wearing her
fancy skirt—a short hemline that perfectly showcased her fair, slender, and beautiful legs.
Her skin was as smooth as milk, and her face was as pretty as a young celebrity's. Her full,
swelling breasts rose and fell with her breathing, while beneath her skirt, her buttocks faintly
outlined a seductive curve—a long, graceful arc that made him involuntarily swallow hard.
"Good morning, Jeremy." Caroline's voice was syrupy sweet. One of her hands had already
slipped inside his tight jeans; with a sharp *snap*, the button flew off. She skillfully burrowed
past his underwear, grabbed his swollen cock, and gave it a hard squeeze. Jeremy couldn't
help but let out a low moan.
"Caroline, what the hell are you doing?" Jeremy managed to force the words out, his eyes
still fixed on her flushed face. He had recognized her instantly: this slut was the same one
who had fucked him senseless in the bathroom just yesterday, and now she was back to
pester him again.
Caroline stared at his face; Jeremy looked even handsomer today, his eyes holding a weary
yet captivating glint. As she spoke, her hand stroked his cock up and down, her movements
growing faster and faster: "Just having a little 'good morning' fun with my baby—don't tell me
you don't want to?"
Jeremy fought to suppress the surging pleasure, attempting to maintain a gentlemanly smile:
"Caroline, I'm really not in the mood for this right now, okay?" He felt her grip loosen slightly
and immediately shoved her away with force. A fleeting image of Elena's fiercely possessive
eyes flashed through his mind; if she ever found out he was fooling around with Caroline
again, the consequences would be unthinkable. He hurriedly yanked his jeans back up, but
with the button missing, he could only barely hold them in place by clutching at his
waistband. He muttered a curse under his breath: "Fuck!"
Caroline stood there watching him, arms crossed over her chest; her long legs, visible
beneath her skirt, were crossed at the ankles—a stance that appeared both playful and
commanding. "Jeremy, I think I've changed. Ever since we had sex in the bathroom
yesterday, something has felt off. It's like my body has been upgraded; I'm absolutely
bursting with energy—like I've been injected with pure adrenaline. You know what? You are
definitely the cause of this."
Jeremy tilted his head to cast a sidelong glance at her. His cock was still rock-hard, pressing
uncomfortably against his briefs. "You're just imagining things, Caroline. Don't overthink it."
Caroline let out a soft chuckle, then suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the collar of his
T-shirt. She hoisted him up as easily as if she were lifting a chick, then slammed him hard
against a tree trunk. Jeremy's jeans slid down to his ankles from the impact, revealing the
tent-like bulge straining against his briefs. She leaned in close, her hot breath fanning across
his face. "Now tell me—am I *still* imagining things, baby?"
Jeremy swallowed hard, attempting to de-escalate the situation. "Caroline, why don't we go
somewhere quiet..."
Caroline shook her head playfully, her smile growing even more seductive. "Let's hold off on
the talking for now. First, I need to vent some of this pent-up desire." No sooner had the
words left her lips than she hooked a finger into his briefs and, with a sharp *rip*, tore them
right off him. His swollen cock sprang free, bouncing into the open air and pointing rigidly
toward the sky; its head was a deep, purplish-red—still bearing the lingering marks from the
rough session Elena had put it through just last night. Caroline licked her lips, watching the
ceaseless stream of students flowing in and out of the school entrance nearby; her eyes lit
up. "It's too conspicuous here—let's go!" She grabbed Jeremy by the arm and dragged him
deeper into the woods. Jeremy's trousers were still bunched around his ankles, his cock
flopping wildly as he ran—a truly undignified sight—yet he couldn't push her away. Damn his
bloodline; whenever he was confronted with a woman's body, he simply couldn't say no.
Once they reached the depths of the woods, where no one else was in sight, Caroline turned
around and, without a word, planted a kiss firmly on his lips. Her tongue tangled wildly with
his, swirling and swirling until it made wet, smacking sounds; meanwhile, one of her hands
grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard before beginning to stroke it up and down.