I am Succubus!

After seducing Mr. Ishioka with sex to let me continue with my nightly vigilantism, I played it more carefully going forward with Elendir and Erma. The rules were no magic, physical only, flying only if necessary, making use of my succubus aura was okay, and no staying up past 2 in the morning.

Over the remainder of the week, we kicked a ton of ass. Being able to charm literally anyone was our greatest asset, stopping crime before it actually happened. Of course, we needed to be careful. Christmas was this weekend. People came out into the city in droves to enjoy the sights set up by the city and businesses, and Tokyo was a densely populated place.

I came home after work, excited for another night of crime-fighting later. No one else was home. Elendir and Erma were at the sports center for another hour. Mio went to hang out with Hacchan.

"Oh, Kana. It looks like we're alone~" I licked my lips.

"Saeko? Y-You're staring at me like I'm a piece of wagyu steak!" Kana backed up into his bed and fell.

"When we first had sex, you couldn't get enough of it. Are you afraid of me now? Whip that dick out for me right now." I climbed on top, showing him how dripping wet my pussy was.

Kana pulled his pants and underwear down. I sat down on it, pushing his thing as deep into me as possible. His eyes rolled back. His feet curled. Fingers on both hands pinched the bedsheets.

Every time I bounced on his throbbing cock, my mind went wild. I wasn't just a succubus. I was a hero. People didn't know it was me, but they loved me. The hero who went around the city saving them from crime.

"Are you feeling good yet? Do you want me to squeeze my pussy even tighter?" I grinned and tweaked his nipples.

"Don't do that— aahhh!" Kana wrapped his arms around my back and blew his load.

A hot sensation filled my insides. Kana trembled all over, holding onto me like a cute child. I tilted his head up to face me. Both eyes were glazed over from pleasure.

"Kana~" I leaned in close to his right ear and whispered, "Sometimes, I let bad guys fuck me to their hearts' content. They fill my pussy up so much, I have to sit on the toilet to let all the cum drain out. How does that make you feel, knowing I'm getting fucked so much?"

"Nnh!" Without so much as moving, Kana climaxed and ejaculated into me again.

We fell flat on the bed exchanging kisses while still connected at the hips.

"Whew. That felt great. I think being a vigilante made my sex life 10 times better, too." I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"As long as you're being careful about it, I don't mind. It's not that I'm worried about your safety. You're a succubus. Elendir's a powerful mage. And Erma's a combat sports nut. But you can get in trouble in all sorts of ways. The last thing I want is you being put away," Kana explained.

"Don't worry about that. Mr. Ishioka can help me on that front. Most of the time, at least."

"That's your boss, right?" he asked.

"Yeah. Oh! We regularly have sex, too. Hehe… I think I have a thing for middle-aged men…" I blushed.

Kana grew erect again, and I flashed an impish smile.

"How about we go for round two, while I tell you all about how much sex Mr. Ishioka and I have?" I went down on Kana to suck his dick.

We were about to get right back into it until my phone buzzed. My mouth was busy, so I waved at Kana to grab it. He handed my phone to me, and it was a text from Erma. She mentioned something about a dangerous lead for us to follow up on in our nightly patrol of the city.

"Puah!" I took my mouth off Kana's dick and wiped my chin.

"Wait, I was about to finish!" Kana frowned.

"It's getting late, I have to meet up with Elendir and Erma. I don't want to keep them waiting. Here, I'll get you off real quick." I jerked him off using my saliva as lubricant until he blew another sticky load.

"There's no intimacy if you do it just to do it… Alright, well. You guys have fun and try not to get into any trouble. Mio and I will be around. Ring us up if you need us." He sat up and started cleaning up.

I crawled up, kissed Kana, and got dressed before leaving the apartment. Soaring through the skies, I headed straight for Minato City, southeast of Shinjuku. The many blinking lights of Tokyo flashed back up at me from below.

While the city sprawl was beautiful, I was beginning to think I liked living away from all the hustle and bustle. Maybe when Kana finished university, we could move to somewhere more quiet.

I descended down to Hamamatsucho Station in Minato City. Some people who still weren't used to seeing succubi snapped photos of me. But this time, I wasn't trying to be incognito. Elendir and Erma were just now emerging from the station.

"You two managed to find your way here all by yourselves. I'm proud of you!" I smiled.

"All those lessons with Kana are paying off. He's a very studious and stern boy when it comes to academia. I never expected to be scolded by someone centuries younger than me." Elendir's triumphant demeanor deflated a little.

"Your language still makes little sense to me. What do these hieroglyphics even mean?" Erma complained and pointed to a sign in Kanji.

"It says to, 'keep walking and don't impede pedestrian traffic'. I chuckled into my hand as people begrudgingly walked around our stationary group. "Let's go grab some coffee, and you guys can tell me about this lead you've found."

We found a modest speakeasy izakaya having a slow day. Places like these usually catered to salarymen coming off work, and it was about an hour before then. Soft lights, jazzy music from a jukebox, and smooth counter welcomed us to three open seats to the bar.

Since I was of age, I could order alcohol for all of us. A tomboy, whose nametag read Ema, with brown short hair and dressed in a crisp black vest came to take my order.

"Never served a succubus or elf before. First for everything, I suppose! What will you three be having?" she asked.

"I've always wanted to try a malt. We'll go with whatever you recommend," I said.

The bartender flashed a cool smile at me and promised to bring something good.

"So this is a tavern on Earth? It's very cozy. No one is yelling obscenities or starting fights." Erma took a look around the room.

"Some places actually have a lot of that… Anyway, what's the lead?" I asked.

"Of course, mistress. Apparently, there have been people turning up severely beaten around this part of the city. Faces bruised beyond recognition. Concussed so badly, no one can remember who it was that hurt them. It is clear, whoever this is must be savagely violent," she explained.

Elendir showed me her phone with a news article on it. "While waiting for Erma at practice, I looked into police reports made public to ask for help. Law enforcement has no clue who, how, or what. These attacks appear to be random and unprovoked. They happened across Minato with no particular pattern. The victims all appear to be rather fit or muscular individuals."

I shot an accusing look at Erma.

"What? No! I swear on my collar that I am not the mysterious attacker. Yes, I would like to fight stronger opponents. But the injuries sustained on these victims lack honor!" the light elf reasoned.

The bartender returned to us with three ornate glasses with golden nectar in them.

"Yamazaki single malt, aged in Mizunara oak for 18 years," Ema introduced the drink to us.

"Mmm. It smells both fruity and woody. I feel like I'm standing in an orchard." Elendir already had the glass up to her nose.

"Couldn't help but overhear you guys talking about the string of beatings. Crazy. One of my regulars is a gym buff. Not him, but one of his gym buddies got hurt badly in an incident. Pretty muscular dude, too. Hard to believe someone capable of hurting guys like him," she explained.

Strong… muscular…

The three of us exchanged glances. Could it be a succubus? My race was supernaturally strong. With a single punch, I could demolish a wall if I put strength behind it. Even the best martial artist in the world would have a hard time beating the weakest lesser succubus in a brawl. If it was a succubus, that would make things a lot easier. I could just detect them with my aura and catch them in the act.

"Ema, do you think we could get in touch with your regular who got hurt?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I can't just hand out my customer's personal information." The bartender shook her head. "If you like, one of his friends might be able to. He frequents a fight club underneath a bridge that takes place at night. In fact, he was on his way to it when the attack happened. I'll write the location down for you, but just know that it's mostly a lot of rough folks."

Ema printed a receipt to jot down the address of a bridge where the fight club was going on. According to her, they were having one tonight. We might be able to resolve everything in a single evening.

"Can we also get the check, please?" I asked.

"Of course! That will be 60,000 Yen, please." Ema slid the credit card scanner to me.

"60,000?! What kind of malt was that?"

"The whiskey bottle is 300,000 Yen. It comes from the first whiskey malt distilleries in the country!" she explained to my shock.

I begrudgingly paid the bartender, with a handsome tip, but vowed to ask for the price of the bottle next time. She did give us a good lead and deserved as much.

We headed to the riverbank Ema mentioned. Looking at the time, the fights were probably already going on. The three of us reached the bridge, and sure enough, a small group of people were gathered in a circle. Two men fought each other with fists only within the man-made ring.

A couple of the spectators were video-taping the entire fight, cheering on for their preferred combatant. As we descended the grassy bank, a bald guy with shades on, who seemed to be the lookout, stopped us from getting any closer.

"Hey, hey, hey. Invites only—"

I seized control of the man with my aura, compelling him to let us through.

"Who the fuck are the cosplayers?" a spectator asked the lookout when we joined to watch.

"They're cool, man. Chill. Just here to watch the fight," he explained.

Everyone mostly ignored us. They were too engrossed in the fight. A fist to the cheek, an uppercut to the chin… the fighters were throwing hands like it was no one's business. Someone's nose cracked and bled fiercely, but the two continued going at it.

Leaning against the wall, Erma scoffed at the sight of them. But she never took her eyes off the fighters.

"What? Hankering to join in?" I asked.

"Of course not. Their technique is unrefined. Actually, there isno technique. Even the fighting pits of my home city had better fighters than these. I do see the simple elegance in letting the beast inside yourself loose. But enough about them. Are we sure we'll be able to find our culprit here?" Erma wasn't convinced in the slightest.

"It's about the only lead we have. My hunch is telling me whoever this is, is looking for trouble on purpose. Victims are random at first glance, but they're all people who are fit and can fight back. At least better than some kid or elderly person could," I explained.

"Get a bout in, Erma. Take a load off. We might be here for a while," Elendir suggested.

Erma rolled her eyes. She had both arms crossed. One finger tapped impatiently, faster with every new fight. Sure enough, the elf couldn't take it anymore and asked to join. The men erupted into laughter, but when it looked like she was serious, they quieted down.

The ringleader of this underground fight club was a guy who had a gaudy septum nose piercing. Someone could have tied a leash on it to lead him around. He put her into the next fight, and didn't hold back assigning the beefiest of the bunch.

This guy was a real macho. He was shirtless, wore only a pair of trousers, and had a gold necklace around him. Muscles that could only be earned from years of heavy lifting pulled taut against his skin.

"Man, you're pitting me up against this dainty elf? Seriously?" he groaned.

"This dainty elf is going to put you in your place if you don't take me seriously." Erma squared and threw a straight that connected with his nose.

The punch took him by surprise, but he shook off his daze. He retaliated with a light punch. Erma easily sidestepped it. Another hit, this time a right hook. Deflected the blow and launched one herself. He staggered back, clutching the side of his ribs.

"Quit fooling around, bro!"

"Lay a hit on her!"

"Now ain't the time to white-knight!"

Taking Erma seriously now, the beefcake punched with his left. But it was a feint. A right straight came fast and landed on her face. The crowds went wild. I knew Erma could have dodged that. She didn't on purpose. She flashed a smirk.

Both of them exchanged blows without so much as dodging. It was like they wanted the attacks to connect. Erma wasn't a succubus. She didn't have my fortitude. Instead, she made up for decades of discipline as a military officer.

Legate Erma finished the match with an uppercut and knocked him into the edge of the ring, where the fighter's friends caught him. He fell limp in their arms.

"I give! Holy shit… I give… That elf's a beast!" The guy spat some blood into the stream.

"Your muscles… could be put to better use with refinement. I suggest… Judo." Erma wiped the sweat from her brows, looking just as beat.

"Uh… Sure." He walked off dejectedly.

"Good work, Erma." I patted her on the back. "Thanks to you, they probably think we're cool enough to be willing to talk. If not, I'll just charm them. Once we're done, Elendir and I will double team you as a reward."

"That sounds heavenly, my mistress!" She panted like a dog.

We were about to go bother the ringleader when a ruckus kicked up on the other side.

"First a succubus and some elves, and now a kid? Halloween was a few months ago. What's with your getup?" someone asked.

"Her hair is whiter than snow— aaarrghh!"

A man screamed out in pain, followed by the sound of splashing water. Whoever it was shoved a bunch of the guys off the bank with ease. When their numbers thinned out, the trio noticed a little girl, squeezing a man's hand and threatening to break his digits.

Just as described, her messy and unruly hair was as white as snow. Fiery red eyes were in stark contrast to it. Dressed in rags, she couldn't be more than two feet tall. A large scar in the shape of a thunderbolt ran down the center of her face. Two protrusions on her upper forehead looked like they could grow into magnificent horns one day. They were only blunted nubs right now. When she met our stares, her lips creased into a big Cheshire cat-like smile with two sharp fangs. She pushed the guy she was holding away, and he and the others ran off screaming.

"Aww, are you lost? I've never seen a succubus child before. Do you need help finding your parents?" I approached her.

"Saeko, come back! That's no succubus!" Elendir cried, the dread in her voice was stiff and terrified.

But by then, I was already kneeling in front of the girl. However, a shiver ran up my spine as I realized something… She had no succubus aura. Not even a super small one like Emily's. Elendir was right. This wasn't a succubus. So, what was she?

The girl balled up a fist and slugged me hard. It sent me flying away, past Elendir and Erma, who had turned to me in shock. I was lying on my back completely winded, staring up at the starry sky.

"Ow… What the… Erma, Elendir… Get back from her…" I croaked in pain.

"I can't move!" Erma exclaimed.

"Neither can I…" Elendir stared aghast as the girl skipped up to them. "Without the use of my hands, I'm unable to cast magic!"

Was this child the one who had been hurting all those people in Minato City? How did she even get here? Through what magic? Erma and Elendir were about to get hurt. Not on my watch.

I pushed myself up with everything I had and launched forward. The girl threw a fist in Elendir's direction until I bodied her. Both of us rolled across the ground. I got on top of her, but she thrashed around violently. She managed to kick me off and lunged for me. Out of self-preservation, I fired a magical blast. The spell came out much stronger than I expected. All that sexual energy I got from Kana earlier transformed into volatile magic, blowing her away.

The girl was a smoking mess. I thought I'd killed her until she sat upright. Then, to my shock, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Uu…" She started wailing like crazy.

The other two were able to move again. They rushed up to me in a hurry. Elendir, however, weaved a magic spell into her hand pointed right at the girl.

"Wait! She's just a kid!" I put myself between them.

Both of them stared at me like I'd gone insane.

"Saeko, step aside! You don't know who you're protecting. That's the Demon King!" Elendir shouted.

"What?! As in the King of Demons who plunged Elza into war?" I whipped around and couldn't see how in the hell that was possible. "But I thought the Demon King was a big scary guy? This is… just a kid!"

"The Demon King was always a woman. A terrifying tyrant was the image we pushed to instill fear in the Armies of Everlight. As for why she has taken the form of a child… I'm just as confused as you are. She is significantly smaller than what I remember, but I recognize that scar anywhere," she said, eyeing the demon child.

"If this truly is the Demon King, she must be dealt with now! Give me the word. Permit me to finish this once and for all, to avenge all of my fallen comrades as well!" Erma trembling fists were ready to draw blood, too.

When I picked the girl up, her crying subsided to a sniffle.

"No. We're not going to hurt the kid, and I'm not going to order anyone to kill her. Stand down. Both of you! Let's at least get to the bottom of why the Demon King is on Earth, and why she's been lolified. Can we agree on that?"

They waged an internal conflict for a few moments before finally relenting. The magic in Elendir's hands sputtered out. Erma was still tense, but she unclenched her fists. The child that they knew as the Demon King settled into my arms and nodded off to sleep.