Chapter 474: Chapter 475: The Captured Mai and Maria?
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[Soubu High School & Undisclosed Cathedral, Present Day, Late Afternoon]
A long time later.
The Cardinal Archbishop traced lazy circles across the succubus’s bare hip, her body still trembling against the cold stone altar. Sweat cooled on skin that smelled of burnt incense and something sweeter—honeyed corruption, the telltale musk of a demon freshly fed. Shiori lay draped across his robed lap, wings folded, her thighs slick and glistening.
"Nnnh... Archbishop..." She squirmed as his thick fingers slid lower, teasing along her still-sensitive slit. Her tail curled around his wrist.
"Go now, Shiori." His voice echoed off vaulted ceilings shrouded in shadow. "I have filled you with divine power."
And filled me with more than that. She giggled, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth—tasting communion wine and her own arousal on his tongue. "Yes, my Archbishop."
She slipped from his lap, her bare feet padding across cold marble. Her white dress pooled at her ankles as she stepped into it, fabric clinging to curves still flushed pink. Black wings spread wide, stirring dust motes in candlelight, and she vanished.
The Archbishop licked his lips. The taste of succubus lingered.
"Haha, Alisa... and Maria. Soon you will learn what true pleasure is."
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Soubu High School buzzed with the particular electricity that only a beautiful transfer student could generate.
Kawamoto Shiori stood at the chalkboard, chalk dust hanging in afternoon light that slanted through dirty windows. She smelled like vanilla body lotion and something underneath—faint, floral, almost too sweet. Her black hair fell past her shoulders in waves that caught light like oil on water. Purple eyes swept the room with practiced innocence.
The boys noticed immediately: the way her uniform stretched across her chest, buttons straining over breasts that had to be at least an E-cup. The cinch of her waist. The flare of her hips beneath the pleated skirt.
Virgin. Virgin. Not a virgin—boring. Virgin.
Shiori catalogued them with predatory efficiency, her smile never faltering.
After class, she dismissed the gathering crowd with a tilt of her head and a flutter of lashes. They scattered like startled birds, none quite understanding why they suddenly needed to be elsewhere.
She approached the girl sitting alone by the window.
Sakurajima Mai looked up, expression flat. Long black hair spilled over her shoulders, and her uniform fit her slender frame with elegant simplicity—smaller chest than Shiori’s, but her legs went on forever, crossed at the ankle beneath her desk. She smelled like unscented soap and clean cotton.
"Sakurajima-san, I’m Kawamoto Shiori. I look forward to getting along with you."
"Likewise." Mai’s voice held the careful neutrality of someone accustomed to unwanted attention.
Pink light pulsed in Shiori’s irises.
Mai’s pupils dilated. Her shoulders relaxed. "Shiori-san... you’re so cute."
"Hehe~ Let’s be good friends!"
"Okay!"
Mai’s hand was warm and dry in Shiori’s grip.
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The third-floor science lab smelled of formaldehyde and old chalk, the kind of neglected space that accumulated shadows in its corners. Afternoon light barely penetrated the grimy windows.
Shiori pressed Sakurajima Mai against the wall between a skeleton model and a cabinet of preserved specimens. Her hand cupped Mai’s jaw, thumb stroking along her cheekbone.
"Mai-chan... do you like me?"
Conflict flickered behind Mai’s glassy eyes—some buried part of her fighting the compulsion. Then it smoothed away.
"I like you. I like Shiori the most!"
"Giggle~"
Shiori pulled Mai onto her lap as she settled onto a dusty lab stool. Mai straddled her thighs, skirt riding up to reveal the pale band of skin above her thigh-highs. Shiori’s hands slid beneath the hem, palms warm against cool flesh.
"Nn..." Mai pressed her cheek against Shiori’s neck, nuzzling like a cat.
So soft. Shiori inhaled—soap and shampoo and the faintest hint of arousal beginning to bloom.
"Ah... Shiori..."
"Shh, Mai-chan. Let me take care of you."
Pink light enveloped them both. At that moment, the succubus imprint seared itself onto the back of Mai’s neck—a pink heart glowing briefly before fading to an invisible brand.
"Now we are the best of friends."
She wanted to kiss those parted red lips. Taste the inside of her mouth.
But the contract bound her.
"Mai-chan, Nee-san will teach you properly later. Wait obediently, okay?"
She released Mai’s waist and left her there—skirt rucked up, panties damp, eyes still glazed with pleasure.
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At that same moment, Hozuki Nozomi received a familiar chime.
[Ding, player please note, Sakurajima Mai has been marked with a succubus imprint.]
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Again?!
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Kujo Maria rounded the corner just as Shiori staged her collision.
"Ah!"
"Sorry, classmate, are you okay?"
Maria’s silver-blonde hair caught the fluorescent hallway lights. Her eyes—warm and concerned—immediately focused on Shiori clutching her hip.
"It hurts!"
Such a gentle soul. Shiori hid her smirk.
The infirmary smelled of antiseptic and old bandages. The cot’s sheets were scratchy beneath Shiori’s thighs as Maria helped her sit. No nurse in sight—perfect.
Pink light flashed.
Maria’s worried expression softened into adoration.
"You have such pretty eyes, Shiori-san..."
"Do I? Come closer and look at them."
Maria obeyed, leaning in until their noses nearly touched. Shiori hooked a finger under her chin and kissed her—soft and sweet, tasting like strawberry lip balm. Maria made a small surprised sound but didn’t pull away.
So pure. Shiori’s tail curled around Maria’s waist, pulling her fully onto the cot until she straddled Shiori’s lap.
"Nn... Shiori... this feels strange..."
"Strange good, or strange bad?"
"G-Good..."
Shiori’s hands roamed beneath Maria’s blazer, feeling the warmth of her skin through her blouse. She found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it with practiced fingers.
"Ahh~"
Maria’s modest breasts spilled free beneath the fabric. Shiori cupped one, thumb circling a stiffening nipple.
"Maria, be good. From now on, we are the best of friends."
The imprint burned into existence as Maria nodded, cheeks flushed, hips unconsciously grinding against Shiori’s thigh.
Two down.
Shiori reluctantly released her. Maria’s eyes remained glassy with devotion as Shiori smoothed her disheveled uniform.
"Wait here, okay? I’ll be back soon."
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Yukino Yukinoshita walked with perfect posture, long black hair swaying with each measured step. Her face—delicate features arranged into an expression of permanent frost—made Shiori’s chest tighten.
Small breasts, but that waist... those legs...
Shiori swallowed. Deployed her full power.
"Hello, classmate! I’m Kawamoto Shiori, I just transferred here—can we be friends?"
She winked, channeling every ounce of high-succubus charm into the gesture.
Yukino took two precise steps backward. Her nose wrinkled like she’d smelled something unpleasant.
"I refuse."
"Eh?! Why? Don’t you think I’m cute?"
This is impossible. I’m a high-level succubus!
Yukino’s ice-blue eyes swept over her with clinical disdain. "Winking makes you cute? I only find it annoying."
Shiori clutched her chest, eyes watering. "At least tell me your name...!"
"Yukino Yukinoshita. Remember it. And also—" She turned on her heel, hair fanning out behind her. "—we won’t be friends."
Her footsteps echoed down the empty hallway until she disappeared around the corner.
Shiori’s fists clenched at her sides.
"Yukino Yukinoshita..." She breathed the name like a prayer. "I will conquer you."
The contract could wait.
