The Aftermath

I couldn’t call what happened an attack, or ****, or any of the pains or pleasures it felt like when Ginger told me the things she did... but I soon find out she wasn’t kidding.

All the big-name streaming services suffered the same video: the particular angle that must have been taken by Nick Ubaru, the soft-spoken pervert who sat nearest to Ms. Lia's desk. Some copies had been posted by amateurs who got their real accounts banned, some by fake accounts made by classmates or their friends who first received the videos, and the rest... well, I have to assume the rest of the wave of false accounts were made by those first viewers who saw the video and knew it to be something special. Hell, maybe that best video got spread in private chats first? It drowned out the others so fast that it almost seemed scripted.

However it happened, my class full of amateur porn recorders had been an ember that finally found the pile of kindling known as the Internet.

From there, the plague of arousing audio spread. I gathered most of this information from the news articles--local news, but news all the same--written about the school's scandalous teacher who, despite her performance, would be expected to return to teach students the day the school opened... after the investigation was completed.

But even with my app's curse on her, the school could only take so much attention. The superintendent ordered the school closed for a week pending the investigation and for summer to be delayed a week to accommodate. As academic chaos reigned, the students were relieved to be released into the wilds... many of them into secret corners to fornicate as their newly horny states demanded they do. I worried about getting caught trespassing since I had stayed behind, but my walk to my car was marked by janitors and security guards being too busy with horny couples or three-ways being conducted in different classrooms. By the time I reached my car, an uncomfortably horny Alice is waiting by it with an annoyed wrinkle in her brow.

I wish I could tell you I took the opportunity to sample a classmate or play with my sister in the car, but the fact was I could only barely remember any of it. Ginger’s brief talk and tease had made the world of sex exploding around me seem so... bland or grey, like it was a shade of the experience the demon had nearly shared. I was also fucking exhausted from my dysfunctional, repeat ejaculations, though the degree to which I felt tired couldn’t be explained by a few rounds of tensing up alone.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say Ginger had... drained me with her teasing. The thought sends a shiver down my back.

By the time Alice and I got home--Alice shifting in her seat from obvious discomfort caused by the videos she watched--I had finally, slowly, begun to come back to real consciousness. I was driving the whole time, but it wasn't until now that I permitted myself to think about it... about the app's evolution, about Ginger's message, about that... that psychotic break I almost went through just from being close enough to smell her. Jane told me how succubi weren't "demons" in the way I used to envision them, but... surely Ginger was, wasn’t she? As my mind permits the question, it also permits pushback:

So what if they’re demons? They make people horny, oh no! Today‘s interaction was a bit scary, but I’m the only one dealing with that... and meanwhile, my life is getting better every day, while some droves of strangers get to nut on the back of my hard work- wait, no, I need a better metaphor for that...

Fuck it. I open the door to my bachelor room and, with a tired chuckle, I wonder how much longer I'll sleep here alone... Hell, sleep... God does that sound good. I walk up to the edge of my bed and don’t even both undressing: my bag hits the floor and I finally permit myself to collapse.

I don’t come to until about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and even then I feel lethargic upon waking. My dreams, garbled and half-remembered as they are, served me well in that they were free from any succubus or sexual reference; I drove a car off a cliff into a bounce-house and some other manner of nonsense, but the events of this morning did not chase me there... at least, not until I wake fully and realize the immensity of what had come to pass.

I scramble for my phone to check... and already the new pillar has gems waiting for me.

EXTRACTOR OF ECSTASY
Drive at least 10 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETED. +1 DAILY GEMS AWARDED.
Drive at least 50 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETED. +2 DAILY GEMS AWARDED.
Drive at least 100 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETED. +2 DAILY GEMS AWARDED.
Drive at least 1,000 people to orgasm within a day: 596/1,000. +2 DAILY GEM AWARD.

Before I tap those achievements--and possibly lose gems to hitting my max pool--I switch over to a purchase I've been promising to get. Thankfully Alice hasn't gone anywhere as she's still in range... and her option is there, waiting for my tap.

ALICE HAINES
Pansexual Tendencies
TOTAL COST: 70. OK?

I tap to confirm... and while I think to summon her to ask her what thoughts she has about us now, I have the rest of my business to take care of. I return to the pillar and accept the new daily gem count. Again I'm retroactively paid for the gems, and again my gem count swells.

GEMS: 152/200

More importantly, that put my daily gem count to thirty a day... thirty! Possibly thirty-two if enough people, high on Sophia's voice, jacked off or got laid before midnight! Everything was going too fast for me to be calm... and so I do my best to push aside the questions or worries raised by Ginger's taunting visit. All she really did was make me too tired to fuck and too spent to come, probably until tomorrow... unless...

I swap to the Shaping screen... and decide to try the obvious cure.

DAVID HAINES
Sexual Healing
Allocating 5 Avatar Gems. OK?

Restoring “stamina” is a bit ambiguous, but if it’s not what I hope it is then I can always swap the gems somewhere else, as the app promised. I confirm the "allotment" and watch as the option turns gold before briefly washing my digital outline in a similar radiance. Now I just need to confirm that actually does anything for me right now.

Mom won’t be home for at least 3 hours... and Alice is probably still horny from hearing Sophia, hopefully now with a desire for the cock she's been dreaming of, and servicing, for days. All roads lead to summoning her to my bedroom... but given the inevitable mess, I decide to try knocking on her door first. It's when my tired feet finally get me in front of her closed bedroom door that I'm finally close enough to hear her ****, rasping breaths. The barely audible, ****, and slick gliding of fingers gives her away. She's masturbating, and it does not take much to guess to what.

I throw all hesitation to the wind and try her doorknob. She didn't lock it, thank God, so I'm able to let myself right in to see the sight I hoped for: Alice on her knees and squatting on a massive dildo sitting on towels on her bed and her back turned towards me. She doesn’t hear me come in thanks to her massive, noise-cancelling headphones. The headphones are bluetooth, but it’s obvious they’re connected to her phone. The slab of glass and steel is plugged in for power and sitting on the pillow as she faces it, and its screen is dominated with one of several angles of Sophia's moaning face and revealed tit.

So Alice is ready... or more accurately, she's on the verge of orgasm and just needs a touch from the only man who can get her off now. Though the idea of another session like yesterday's makes me feel exhausted, I soldier on, determined to put my avatar perk to the test. I start with just a soft rub of her clit, pushing her fingers aside and snaking around the dildo she pumps as I pull the trigger on the gun she’s been loading for hours.

“Wh-haaaah! Fuck!”

“You’re being noisy,” I lie as I watch her hump my hand with her spasms. “I put in the good word with Ms. Hatts before... you know...”

Alice, stunned and trying to recover, doesn't know what to do with my casual tone... but just this simple touch invigorates me. Or am I just horny enough to ignore being tired? Only one way to find out.

“Dave, get... get the fuck out-!”

“Hello to you, too.”

With her initial reaction out of the way, it slowly clicks into place... and soon I’m sitting in her bed to receive her gasping kiss. Her eyes flutter closed as we embrace, and I mercilessly tug her hair as I grope her and build her up again. When at last she pulls away, gasping and trembling from being brought near the edge anew, I finally rise.

I feel... better! The nap had left me groggy, and the succubus left me soft, but just this simple exchange and I feel like I could run laps on a track... or on the naked form before me. Taut as I am though, I don’t stop leaving. She glances up as me half-expectantly, but I just shrug back from her doorway. “Just wanted to let you know before mom came home... but if you want to continue this, I’ll be in my room.”

Her hands run through her messy hair before she finally yells, “You... you fucking suck!”

I leave her with a grin. Is it working? Maybe. But seeing her that eager made jumping her now seem... hasty. She’s going to want dick as readily as she loved pussy, and I’m the safest option... and the only one that can finish her off. How hard would I really have to work for it? It was just a matter of time, now.

More importantly... I can finally get her to be happy about it. Once Alice is onboard... well, first let’s see what happens today. School’s cancelled for a week and my numbers are on the rise; it’s just a matter of enjoying the aftermath now.

Later, near midnight...

EXTRACTOR OF ECSTASY
Drive at least 1,000 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETED. +2 DAILY GEMS AWARDED.
Drive at least 5,000 people to orgasm within a day: COMPLETED. +3 DAILY GEMS AWARDED.
Drive at least 50,000 people to orgasm within a day: 34,913/50,000. +5 DAILY GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 197/200

In about ten minutes, I’d receive another 35 gems... a sum that was a dream this morning. I can’t sleep, partly because the orgasm counter is my new fundraiser ticker and partly because I napped into the afternoon. Good thing, too, because I have to make a decision before I lost gems to “overflow.” But these are the things I was ready for. What I was not ready for was the media blitz that descended on Ms. Lia.

Alice didn’t end up giving in today and, as far as I know, is either soundly asleep or still flicking off to Ms. Lia. Mom had come home only half an hour after five, stating she left work in a hurry to check on us. You’d think the school had bomb threat or an attacker; as far as mom was concerned, we had suffered traumatic exposure to Ms. Lia, a woman whose face and details had become national news after the “episode” was broadcasted online and given the context of a real high school teacher masturbating in front a classroom of real high school students.

Media was flooding the town now as they encircled her nice house and the school; students were being interrogated on the street over the traumatic events; other teachers were posting opinions anonymously, and Assistant Principal Ian Donovan, the administrative head of the English department, ultimately resigned by 5 o’clock.

Ms. Lia has sequestered herself to her home even now, hiding from the world... and from me, since she either hasn't seen my texts or is avoiding them on purpose. It makes sense of course, given that she knows she'd have to answer every question honestly or else start a whole new string of inappropriate behavior in the middle of interviews. A bit of guilt sits in my gut over her life being upended, but I'd make it up to her... in my own way.

What still entertains me in its weirdness is how awareness works out, and just how powerful the succubi seem to be. The news outlets paid absolutely no mind, nor considered strange, her continued employment at the school, the gallons of milk she produced, or the lack of parents claiming suit against her. Her actions apparently created no liability, criminal or otherwise. But the fact that “kids” (legal adults, but that’s not news) had seen it? That continues to receive all the media hype it always does, as does the new, "rampant" sex craze among the students that followed. The school had shut down in anticipation of all this and rightfully so, but I’m starting to wonder if it’ll be more than just a week before we return to class...

... which leaves me with a lot of free time to figure out what to do with all these gems and all these goals. It's 11:53PM and mom and Alice are still watching the chaos unfold on their respective devices: Alice in a chat with her friends, mom in the living room watching TV in the buff. I’m already nude and hard, as family custom now dictates, equipped with nothing but my phone and infinite stamina to fuck.