Haruka's heavy footsteps echoed down the marble hall, tension knotted in his chest even before he caught the unfamiliar scents—warm, dark, and intoxicating. He paused in the entryway, startled by what greeted him. The women had changed. Tall and striking, each now reached his shoulders, black tails swaying behind and grand, glossy black wings folding elegantly from their backs. Their bodies seemed to glow with new strength: hips fuller, breasts heavier, legs both thick and graceful. The air was saturated with a powerful aroma—sweet and dangerous.
Akane stood apart, her wings radiant in pure black and white. Her aura was luminous, calming. Instead of the seductive musk, she exuded a gentle, holy scent, cutting through the heady atmosphere and stirring something deeper within Haruka.
He tried to breathe, but the new aroma was overwhelming. "Whoa—did everyone…change?" he managed, voice rough.
Yariko grinned, tail flicking. "What, you don't like it? We're just catching up to you, boss."
"He's gonna faint before we do now," Bitchko teased, watching his reaction closely, making strange movement from her body, as if she also awaken the memories of ancestors.
Kuroko's voice was almost a purr. "You okay, Haruka?"
The room pulsed with the mix of their voices and presence. Haruka's pulse pounded—nostrils flaring, eyelids fluttering just from breathing them in. He felt his control splinter. "That smell… I can barely think."
Noriko sidled up, her hand gentle against his chest. "Maybe you should stop trying to think then." The others erupted in laughter, but the invitation was clear.
Bitchko laughed, tossing her hair over her dark wing. "Let's see if the big bad boss can handle us now."
His thoughts blurred. His body moved on pure instinct, his senses consumed.
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The atmosphere shifted. As his body responded and the heat grew, his own scent spilled out strong—so musky and powerful it made the women shiver and stagger.
Yariko gasped, swaying before collapsing softly onto the couch
. Erika followed, giggling breathlessly before her eyes fluttered closed. One by one, every woman hugged haruka huge body..
Haruko move his cock inside yariko's ass. It was very tight so he had to use a lot of force. The strong force made yariko tremble in pain And pleasure.
"Yes, haruko! Harder! Faster!" she urged, her voice strained.
Yariko lost to the sensation, pulled the nearest close. His grip tightened around her hips, their bodies aligning in a feverish rhythm that repeated, unbroken, as the day blurred into night and dawn rose again.
There was no pause, no satisfaction, just raw hunger moving through every hour.
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In the still moments between, when breath was all that filled the air, Noriko's voice whimpered, "Please, boss…mercy…"
Yuruko with devil horn on her head, weak with pleasure, managed a soft laugh. "You've broken us, Haruka."
But he couldn't stop. He wouldn't, not until some primal need inside was satisfied.
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At last, late on the second night, exhaustion overtook him. Haruka let go, collapsing where he stood.
The scent of seven women with succubus lead to catylst of his Instinct, succubus power also made him aroused and his force become uncontrollable.
Around him, bodies tangled, resting in the afterglow of their transformation.
He slept for hours, deep and dreamless, until daylight glared through the windows.
The first thing he heard was the television blaring.
He sat up, every muscle aching, and stared at the screen. The living room now smelled like musk and spent energy—reminders of the last two days.
The newscaster's voice was panicked: "Major world cities under siege. Giant sea beasts have destroyed coastal lines and ships. Nuclear weapons fail. Bloodline awakenings reported in every continent—new powers, strange forms. Demi-humans and immortals revealed everywhere. World governments on the brink. Martial law…the Fourth World War could begin at any moment."
Images flashed—gigantic tentacled monsters crushing tanks, crowds fleeing from buildings as people sprouted wings or tails in real time, shadowy figures vanishing into the night, fire and chaos burning across the globe.
Haruka's jaw tightened. All around him, the transformed women began to wake, murmuring quietly, huddling closer—frightened, confused, but alive.
He exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts. "Listen," he said, voice clear and steady despite it all, "the world's falling apart out there. I don't know what comes next, but you're with me. We'll survive this—together."
The women nodded, crowding in—a small, odd family in the heart of a crumbling world.