SPECIAL ROUTE: FUTA SUCCUBUS CAMP

You are RILEY, a human futa girl who accidentally married... and then knocked up a sexy succubus demon girl who wanted human semen so she could have a half-human child and brag about it to all her demon friends in the demon world.

You agreed to stay with her for the sake of the baby... but as with most families, someone has to earn a living. The Demon World doesn't have money, it has... something else. But one of you still has to work.

You decided that you would be the one to work. Your wife, Demi, stepped down from her position as a succubus to... stay home and be pregnant. Now you are attending the prestigious SEX DEMON ACADEMY in DEMON CITY. It makes sense for you to become a succubus. As a living human in the demon world, apparently you have a huge amount of sexual energy, and that makes you special. When you are turned on or sexual, it affects all the demons near you, making them horny... you learned this when you and your wife were having sex, and it made the guests in your house all masturbate in their rooms.

It's a superpower, but it's also a bit inconvenient.

In front of you, two identical blue-skinned demon women are embracing nude, locked in a sensual kiss... they are holding totally still.

Your erection presses against the bottom of your desk... you have been hard for half an hour... you stubbornly pick up your pencil and try to draw them. They are the models, and this is art class, but it's... it's hard.

The girl at the table beside you has her hand in her panties, and you are pretending you can't hear her fingers slipping in and out of her. Behind you, the nearest girl who has a penis is blatantly leaning back in her chair, the front of her uniform wet with cum... she just jerked off.

You try to concentrate as several of the other students you dirty looks. You are ruining THEIR concentration.

You scribble on your sketchbook, trying to look at the models without looking too hard... but you even notice a single bead of moisture sliding down one of the model's inner thighs... you are affecting her too.

Another girl groans and gets up, startling everyone with the scraping of her chair. Looking pissed off, she reaches under her skirt and slides her panties down her legs, stepping out of them.

"Guess I won't be needing these," she complains, dropping them on the floor. They land with a wet smack.

"Sorry," you squeak, keeping your eyes on your sketchbook.

The girl next you gasps and bites her lip, arching her back in her chair.

"Enough!" One of the blue models disappears... that was the teacher's magic... she doubled herself.

Very pissed, the Art Teacher stomps over to your desk, where her thick, black pubic hair is... right there in front of your desk. You try to cover your drawing. She snatches it. Your art is... you should have gone with stick figures.

"I'm dropping you," she says, throwing your sketchbook out the window. "You're out of my course. Go."

As she says it, there's color in her cheeks, and obvious moisture between her legs. She folds her arms, pushing out her boobs and glares at you.

"Go on," she says.

"OK. I'm sorry," you say miserably, getting up. Your erection thuds against the desk and you wince. All the other girls in the room shiver.

You get your stuff and leave the classroom. The uniforms at the school are cute: like a Japanase school uniform in anime, but black, and with a very short skirt... the skirt is actually short enough that any bending over shows underwear, if someone is even wearing any, and it's so short that your penis actually shows if it's fully hard. You use your hands to push it down as you go to see your academic advisor.

The Advisor is an elegant, professional demon with gray skin and big horns. She wears a tight business suit with an even tighter skirt all the time.

She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Hi, Riley," she says.

"I got dropped from Art."

"Saw that coming. Have a seat."

You sit down, and she looks at your schedule on her computer. "You are really struggling," she remarks.

It's true... your grades are not good. It's just hard to concentrate on the things they teach here. You like coming to school, but it's truly difficult. You are amazed that your wife graduated from this place. It's no joke!

"Are you sure you're right for this program?" she asks you.

"No," you admit. "But I have to do it. We're having a baby."

"Right. Well, look... maybe we can get you some special credit. I know the Science Department has been looking for an assistant for a while. If you do that, you'll get enough credits to make up for everything else," the Advisor says.

"Science Department?"

"It's in that building." She points out the window. "It's a shitty job. That's why nobody's taking it. But you might need the help. It's an option. Or you can keep trying here and focus on graduating, but I have to make you do tutoring."

"Tutoring?" you say... that doesn't sound good. Tutoring is after school. You won't be able to go home until late.

"It's one or the other, Riley."