Chapter Eight [The Secret Diary: The Succubus Sacrifice on a Stormy Night, A Pact of Accomplicity Between Body and Soul]

At 9:00 PM on May 27th,

during a torrential downpour, the thunder outside seemed to tear the sky apart. The torrential rain engulfed the entire city in a gray, chaotic gloom.

I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of my upscale apartment, watching the figure below, soaked to the bone under the streetlights. Old Wang had been standing there for an hour. He was drenched, head tilted back, staring intently at the window. Even through the layers of buildings and the relentless rain, I could feel the burning intensity in his gaze—a mixture of doubt, a need for confirmation, and a suppressed masculine desire.

I sighed and turned to walk towards the blue metal box.

This moment had finally arrived. Since I couldn't avoid it, I might as well drag him completely into this abyss.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

I didn't look through the peephole and opened the door directly.

I was only wearing a semi-transparent black silk robe, the belt loosely tied, threatening to slip off with the slightest tug. Underneath was an extremely daring set of lingerie—a few thin red strings digging into my pale flesh, barely covering my G-cup areolas and the most private part of my genitals.

Outside, Old Wang was dripping wet, his hair a messy plaster to his forehead.

Seeing that it was "Fluorite" who opened the door—the silver-haired beauty who had captivated him at the anime convention—Old Wang's Adam's apple bobbed violently. Although he was already ninety percent certain, the visual impact of seeing this goddess of his fantasies standing alive before him still left him speechless for a moment.

"You..."

His gaze was like a hook, fixed intently on the deep cleavage on my chest.

I didn't speak, but simply extended a finger painted with dark green nail polish and gently pressed it against his cold lips, making a shushing gesture.

Then, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the warm, fragrant room.

"Click."

The sound of the door locking from the inside became the starting gun for tonight's revelry.

21:20 Bathroom

I pushed him into the spacious bathroom.

“Your clothes are wet, take them off,”

I said in that disguised, slightly hoarse, mature woman’s voice.

Old Wang stood like a puppet, letting me help him take off his soaking wet T-shirt and jeans. When he stood naked in front of me, I saw his already erect penis between his legs, throbbing slightly with his breathing.

I didn't shy away; instead, I stepped forward and pressed myself against him.

His silk robe, soaked by the water stains on his body, instantly became transparent and clung tightly to my skin. My full breasts pressed against his firm chest muscles through the thin fabric.

"It's so hot..." Old Wang growled, grabbing my waist with both hands as if to break it.

"What's the rush?"

I chuckled and slowly knelt down.

This was the first time I, as a woman, had done this for a man. But the instincts of the "Succubus" armor took over my body. I opened my cherry-like mouth and took that enormous thing, exuding a strong masculine scent, into my mouth.

"Mmm..."

Old Wang gasped in pleasure, pressing my head down with both hands and beginning to thrust his hips.

My mouth was warm and moist, my tongue skillfully entwining around his glans while simultaneously squeezing the shaft with the muscles deep in my throat. This kind of technique is something ordinary women don't possess; it's the innate "devouring" instinct of the penis.

"Hiss...that feels so good...your mouth..."

Just as he was about to lose control, I spat out, stood up, and looked at him with seductive eyes.

"Go to bed. Get me wet too."

At 9:30 PM, Old Wang in the bedroom

, like an enraged bull, roughly threw me onto the soft bed.

Without any foreplay, he directly ripped open my nightgown.

"Rip—"

The expensive fabric was torn, and that perfect body was completely exposed to the warm yellow light.

Long silver hair was scattered on the deep red sheets, and her snow-white skin glowed with a pinkish hue. Her huge breasts spread out to the sides under the **** of gravity, swaying trembling with my breath, and the nipples at the tips were as hard as pebbles from the oral sex I had just performed.

Old Wang pounced on me, burying his face in my chest and swallowing my soft flesh greedily.

"Mmm...gently...don't bite..."

I let out a soft moan, my hands burrowing into his wet hair. His tongue was rough and strong, frantically licking my areolas, even trying to stuff my entire breast into his mouth. The pleasure of being sucked shot through my nerve endings to my brain, and I could feel the biological valve between my legs secreting love fluid like crazy.

"These breasts... are fucking big... really..." Old Wang mumbled incoherently, his hand sliding down my lower abdomen and directly into my already overflowing crotch.

"Gurgle."

The moment the finger was inserted, a lewd, wet sound was heard.

"Damn, so much water? Have you been waiting for me to fuck you?" Old Wang looked up, his eyes full of possessiveness.

I didn't answer, but simply raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

My beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, drew an alluring arc in the air, my inner thighs completely exposed before him. My pink vulva opened and closed, releasing clear nectar.

"Come in...please..." I couldn't bear the torment of emptiness and pleaded.

Old Wang growled, grasped his already hard, purplish-red penis, aimed it at the slippery entrance, and thrust his hips forward.

"Plop—"

It went all the way in.

"Ahhhhhh—!!"

I tilted my head back and let out a sharp moan. Tears instantly streamed down my face.

It was too much.

Although the leather garment's internal structure was adjustable, in pursuit of ultimate pleasure, I didn't loosen it, instead retaining its tight, virgin-like setting. The feeling of being roughly stretched open and filled into every inch of its folds sent spasms through my entire body.

"So tight! It's squeezing me to ****!"

Old Wang gasped for breath and began thrusting wildly.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the room, a primal symphony of skin and flesh.

With each impact, I felt his pubic bone slamming hard against my mons pubis, his huge breasts swinging violently up and down with his movements, slapping against my chest, creating waves of red.

"How is it? Is it good? Hmm?" Old Wang said, gripping my neck tightly as he fucked me, his eyes fierce.

"Good...ah...so deep...it's hitting the spot...wooo..."

My sanity completely collapsed at that moment. I'm a man, but I'm currently being pinned down by my roommate, being fucked like a bitch. This **** shame has transformed

into perverse pleasure.

I could feel the bio-armor inside me greedily sucking at his penis; each withdrawal was accompanied by a tremendous suction, and each insertion felt like it was trying to drain him dry.

"Change positions,"

Old Wang said, pulling out and turning me over so I was kneeling on the bed.

"Keep your ass up high."

I obediently lowered my back, raising my round buttocks high. White stockings dug into my thighs, and my swollen, engorged vulva, red and throbbing from being fucked, faced him, still twitching uncontrollably and leaking fluid.

"Smack!"

Old Wang slapped me hard across the buttocks, leaving a bright red five-finger mark on my fair skin.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain, but my body only became more excited.

He grabbed my waist and thrust into me again from behind.

This time he went in even deeper, reaching right up to the "cervix" simulated by the leather object.

"Ugh! There...no...too deep..."

I gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, my knuckles turning white. With his frenzied thrusting, my body swayed back and forth, my pair of huge, hanging breasts bobbing beneath me like two heavy water bags.

This rear-entry position completely turned me into a female beast. I could only let out broken moans, feeling his hot, hard member ravaging my body, rubbing against my prostate—the source of male pleasure and also the sensitive spot of this female body.

The double pleasure combined made my vision blur.

"I'm going to cum...squeeze tight!" Old Wang suddenly increased the frequency, ramming in like a pile driver.

"No...I can't take it...it's going to break...ahhhhh!!"

With his final, **** thrust, a surge of heat struck my very soul.

My body convulsed violently, and my vision went blank. My skin contracted sharply, gripping his penis tightly.

"Roar—!"

Old Wang let out a low growl and ejaculated scalding semen deep into the depths of this body, wave after wave.

We remained connected, collapsing onto the bed.

Copious amounts of fluid mixed with vaginal discharge flowed down our thighs, soaking the sheets.

May 29th, Sunny.

After that crazy night in the dorm, I lay in my apartment for two days.

That body absorbed too much semen energy and needed time to digest it. My mental world also needed rebuilding.

This morning, I returned to the dorm.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling the moment I pushed open the door.

Old Wang was sitting in front of the computer playing games. Hearing the sound, he turned around.

Their eyes met.

The suspicion and pressure from before were gone from his gaze; in its place was a deep and complex understanding that only men could comprehend.

"You're back?" he asked calmly, as if asking where I'd gotten my food.

"Mmm." I tossed my bag onto the bed. "My cold's better."

"There's breakfast on the table, I saved some steamed buns for you." He pointed to the table, then turned back to his game character. "By the way, I'm not going to the anime convention this weekend, I'll just stay in the dorm."

I paused, then understood the meaning behind his words.

His not going to the convention meant he wouldn't pursue the matter of who "Fluorite" was. And the fact that he left me breakfast meant we had established a new agreement.

I walked to the table, picked up the still-warm bun, and took a bite.

"Thanks."

The dormitory returned to its usual hustle and bustle, with Dali still shouting "Push the tower!" nearby.

But I knew that everything had changed.

Whenever the night is deep and quiet, or when Old Wang's gaze lingers on me for even a little longer, my body—that feminine soul hidden beneath a masculine exterior—would tremble slightly as I recalled the feeling of being filled by him on that stormy night.

It was a strange harmony, a sweet accomplice relationship.

I looked at the blue box, a slight smile playing on my lips.

The game continued, and I now had perfect cover.

(The End)