Blue Star.
This is the name of the world that I was summoned to.
A world similar yet different from my own.
This world is much bigger than my old one, almost three times bigger.
The dominant race here is humans.
Ten billion humans! That's a crazy number. It took a while to process that number.
There are no kingdoms or empires or any of that old-world stuff,
but there are ten Mega-Cities, and each one is ruled by a council. After that, the land is divided into areas. Each area has a number and is self-governed by the local community or a powerful hero.
I was summoned in Blue Star's Ninth Mega-City: Neo-Tokyo. Not the richest or the most powerful, yet also not the poorest or the weakest. A mid-tier city.
As for the magic system here... well, there are a lot.
From mages, martial artists, cultivators, summoners, knights, and even psychics.
Each megacity likes to specialize in one or two of those magic systems, and from what Ron told me, that had to do with the awakening rituals.
Neo-Tokyo's specialization is summoners and swordsmen.
Not a bad combination. However, compared to mages or an immortal cultivator from the higher-tier cities, they still fall short.
As for the civilizations and the technology, I have to say I never saw anything like it before. My old world was suffering from a non-stop war against the demon king, so our development was very slow.
Here? It's a true paradise of technology and magic.
Skyscrapers that pierced the clouds, hover cars that zipped through the sky like metallic insects, holographic advertisements that flickered and danced on the sides of buildings. People in strange, futuristic clothes walked past, their faces illuminated by the glow of their personal devices.
The city never slept. It was a symphony of light and sound, a constant, pulsating beat of life.
A perfect hunting ground for a succubus like me.
HOWEVER!
What I liked the most was this tiny thing called a smartphone. This little device has everything! With just one tap of a finger, I can connect to a network called the 'internet' and access almost all the knowledge in the world!
One tap and a hot meal is delivered to my door!
One tap and I can find a random person to fuck!
This world is a succubus's heaven.
'Wait! Why am I thinking about this now?!'
Anyway, I got all the necessary information about this world and about my contractor's little ex-girlfriend, a girl who I have to admit is a real piece of work.
The girl, Miko, is not a human.
I mean, how can you call someone human who steals the medical fund for their step-sister and then kicks the boyfriend to the curb for fun?
From what I understood, that woman treated Ron as nothing more than a cute little pet and a source of easy money, and when she got bored, she decided to 'put him down'.
'How vile can a person be? This is even worse than some demons I know.'
Ron, on the other hand, was an open book.
He told me everything.
His love for Miko, his betrayal, his despair, his desperation, his sister's illness, everything.
He told me about Miko's habits, her friends, her favorite places to hang out, and her secrets.
He told me about her fears, her desires, her weaknesses.
The more he talked, the more I understood. Miko wasn't just a cruel woman. She was a parasite. A predator who fed on the weak and the vulnerable. And Ron was her favorite meal.
I almost pitied him.
Almost.
"Alright," I said, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I think I have enough."
I took a long drag from the straw of my bubble tea. The sweet, milky tea mixed with the chewy tapioca pearls was a surprisingly delightful experience. Another victory for the smartphone.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, his eyes wide with a desperate hope. "There's more. I can tell you more."
"I'm sure," I said, setting the cup down on the cluttered coffee table. "We first have to solve the medical fee for your sister. It's a simple wish, but a very important one."
It was a calculated move.
Ron's sister, Akira, was his weak spot. His one and only anchor in this world. If I helped her, I would gain his trust. His loyalty. And that was a currency more valuable than gold.
"R-really? You can do that?" he stammered, his hands trembling.
The boy before me was not a man of prayer, but in that moment, he looked at me like I was a goddess.
He was cute, in a pathetic, puppy-dog kind of way.
Short and skinny, barely reaching 1.65m, with a mop of messy brown hair and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He had the kind of face that would be called 'boyish' if he weren't so gaunt and pale from malnutrition and stress.
No, not boyish, more like... feminine.
His features were soft, almost delicate. A small nose, full lips, and long eyelashes that any girl would envy. He had a slender neck and a narrow frame that made him look smaller than he actually was.
He looked like a doll, a fragile, porcelain doll that had been dropped one too many times.
And his smell... oh, he smelled divine.
A mix of cheap soap, despair, and a faint, almost unnoticeable scent of innocence. It was an intoxicating combination.
'Damn!... Focus, Azariel, focus.'
"I can," I said, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "But remember, this is your second wish."
"I-I don't care!" he said, shaking his head. "Just please, help her!"
"I will," I purred, my tail swishing behind me. "But I need something from you first."
"Anything!" he said, without hesitation.
I leaned forward, my golden eyes locking with his. The 'Whispers of Desire' charm was working its magic. I could see the effect it had on him. His pupils were dilated, his breathing shallow.
He was mesmerized.
Of course, he was, a 'naked' red-skinned demoness was leaning towards him, her heavy breasts almost spilling out of the tiny black bikini. It was a natural reaction.
The boy never stopped staring at my body, but was too shy to make a move.
"As a summoned demoness, I need a steady supply of mana to maintain my presence in this realm," I explained, my voice a low, melodic hum. "And the most potent form of mana, for me at least, is generated through... lust."
I reached out and gently traced a finger along his jawline. He flinched but didn't pull away. A shiver ran through him, and I could feel the faint stirrings of desire, a flicker of heat in the cold void of his despair.
"As my contractor, you're my primary source of mana," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "I need you to feed me."
"Feed... you?" he stammered, his mind struggling to connect the dots.
"By fucking me."
I leaned back, enjoying the show of emotions that played across his face. Confusion, shock, fear, and, beneath it all, a spark of something else. A primal, undeniable curiosity.
His eyes darted from my face to my breasts, to my hips, to the long, slender legs that were currently on display. His blush deepened, spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.
He was a virgin. I was sure of it.
Miko had called him a 'bad lay' without even trying him. What a bitch.
"I... I..." he stammered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I've never... I don't know how..."
"It's okay," I purred, my voice softening. "I'll teach you."
My tail gently brushed against the tent that was forming in his pants.
'He's smaller than average, but it's cute.'
"AH!" he yelped, jumping back as if he'd been struck by lightning. His face was now the color of a ripe tomato.
"Hehehe... don't be shy," I giggled, a sound like wind chimes made of bone. "You want to save your sister, don't you?"
He nodded, his movements jerky, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal.
"I'm not going to force you, but for now, let's do something light," I said as I zipped his pants down, releasing his small but hard cock.
It was a cute little thing, standing at attention, its head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum.
"AH! W-WAIT!" he cried out, his hands flying to cover himself.
"Shhh..." I whispered, gently pushing his hands away. "Just relax."
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, my touch firm but gentle. He was hot and hard in my hand, and he let out a choked moan, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"You're so sensitive," I purred, my thumb circling the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum across the sensitive skin. "Has anyone ever touched you here before?"
He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was a live wire, every touch sending a jolt of electricity through him.
"Then let me be your first," I whispered, my lips finding his earlobe, giving it a gentle nibble.
He tasted of desperation and something sweet, something uniquely him. I could feel the mana, raw and untamed, radiating from him. It was a feast.
I started to move my hand, slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his ragged breaths. My other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten in my palm.
"AH! H-HNGH~!" he cried out, his body arching off the couch, his hands clutching at the cushions.
"That's it," I encouraged, my voice a silken caress. "Let go. Give it to me."
To give him another push of pleasure, my tail tip opened up like a flower and swallowed the tip of his cock. The inside of my tail was warm and wet, ribbed with soft, fleshy nubs that stimulated him in a way my hand couldn't.
"FUUUUCK!" he screamed, his eyes flying open, his gaze locked with mine. There was a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, a mix of pleasure, pain, and utter surrender.
This was what I lived for. This moment of absolute surrender, of a mortal breaking under the weight of pleasure. It was more satisfying than any fight, any victory.
I pumped my tail, milking him for all he was worth. His body was trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He was close.
"COME FOR ME!" I commanded, my voice a low growl that vibrated through his entire being.
And with a final, strangled cry, he did.
His back arched, a guttural scream tearing from his throat as he came, hot, thick ropes of his essence flooding my tail. The mana that came with it was a torrent, a rich, potent wave that washed over me, filling me with a warmth that spread through my entire being.
"Did you enjoy it, little Ron?" I purred, my golden eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room.
He was completely spent, a boneless heap on the couch, his chest heaving, his face flushed. He didn't answer, just stared at me with wide, dazed eyes, a trickle of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.
I need to be careful in the future, or I'll end up draining him to death. Beatrice kept reminding me over and over that mortals are fragile.
"I can test the limit on some bad guy, right?.... Heheheh."