Last night, Daniel Cambion got one hell of an offer: prove that he had the mind of a demon, and he'd become one - a sex demon, actually. If he failed, the succubus that made him the offer would, literally, fuck him to death. Now he has just seven days to fulfil seven of his greatest fantasies. First on the list: his neighbour in the room next door, a Japanese student named Emi Kurosawa.
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Ever since she moved in just a few days after Danny, she'd been in his head. He'd always had a thing for Japanese girls, and on top of that, Emi was simply beautiful: pale, creamy skim; straight black hair; a slender, athletic-looking body. From what he'd seen, while she was far from the most heavily endowed girl he'd ever met, she seemed to have a more than ample chest. He couldn't wait to see what she was hiding beneath her sometimes quite conservative clothes.
That was what he found himself thinking as he paused in front of her door, psyching himself up to knock, trying to ignore the much larger problem of how he was going to get her to agree to his fantasy. In truth, the two of them had barely spoken, as he was too shy to make more than a little small talk with her – much of it awkward. He had no idea under what circumstances he might get her into a position where he could come on her face, but that was what the succubus demanded of him, and so he was going to have to make it happen. Just as importantly, he wanted to make it happen, and he was getting hard just thinking about it –
He knocked, nervously, trying to look natural for when she opened the door. He definitely wasn't prepared for her to open it little more than a crack, peering around it looking just as nervous as he was, her face flushed.
"Oh, hey, Danny... what's up?" she asked, and he noticed that she seemed to be wearing a bathrobe, but her bare shoulder was visible where it had slipped, as if she'd thrown it on in a hurry to answer the door. Thinking that she might be half-naked just a few inches away wasn't helping anything except his erection, causing him to shift uncomfortably.
"Hi, Emi..." he began, trying to think what to say. Part of him just wanted to blurt out his predicament, completely insane as it would sound, just to see what would happen. Another part wanted to somehow utilise the gift the succubus had given him: a vial of her otherworldly breast milk, that she had said would arouse the desire of any girl who drank it. Yet besides the problem of trying to get her to taste it, he only had the one vial, and as difficult as Emi might be to persuade, he had even less chance of getting through his later tasks without it.
Emi glanced back into the room. "Erm, I'm kind of in the middle of something," she said, and Danny suddenly clicked that she probably wasn't alone in there. It was still the morning, but she was often up and pottering around in the shared kitchen by this point, suggesting she had just got out of bed for entirely different reasons than oversleeping.
He winced, embarrassed. "Don't tell me your boyfriend is in there? I had no idea..."
She gave him an odd look. "Not my boyfriend."
Before Danny could finish making his perplexed expression, another voice chimed in. Another girl's voice. "He was totally going to ask you out, babe!" From behind the door, a pair of bare arms grabbed Emi in a hug, forcing her to let go of the door. It swung open, exposing Emi in her short, terrycloth bathrobe – untied, and merely held shut by her hands – and standing behind her was the owner of the mysterious voice. This girl was a little taller than Emi, but was more or less successfully using her as cover to keep her modesty, as from Danny's perspective – noting the curve of her hips, her bare shoulders, and long legs peeking out from behind his crush – she couldn't be wearing anything at all.
Distracted thusly, it took a moment for him to recognise her, but it was her hair that gave it away: black, but for a bleached streak at her hairline. Usually when he spotted her around campus, she was wearing far more makeup – and clothes – to really seal the gothic image. "Hi," she said, extending a hand over Emi's shoulder. Emi just looked mortified.
"Karen!" she exclaimed, as Danny shook it, looking almost as flustered as Emi.
Karen laughed, hugging Emi again. "Sorry, boy, but I guess I beat you to her."
"So I see," Danny said, dumbfounded. Whilst his mind raced off in one direction as he considered what he'd just interrupted, he was also well aware that this might have put an insurmountable barrier in his path.
"You know, he is kind of cute..." Karen noted, her hands wandering to cup Emi's breasts through the robe.
"Karen!" Emi complained again. "Sorry, Dan; I don't know about Karen, but I don't swing that way anymore. And even if she does, I'm not willing to share her!"
"You're such a spoilsport, Emi," Karen retorted, continuing to fondle her girlfriend's breasts. The act was beginning to take its toll as Emi's face reddened, and her robe began to slip apart. "Look at the poor guy. We've got him all riled up and you just want to leave him out here whilst we go and have fun?"
"Er, I don't suppose I get any say in this?" Danny asked, his eyes locked on Karen's hands.
"Of course not, silly boy," Karen laughed, slipping her hands under Emi's robe. The Japanese girl gasped. "Now get in here and watch – right, Emi?"
Emi just nodded, letting her robe fall open as Karen continued to grope her, squeezing her breasts together to show off her cleavage, rolling her nipples between her fingers to elicit more pleasured gasps. Dan managed to drag his eyes away, following the smooth lines of Emi's stomach down to her completely hairless pussy. When he continued to stand there gawping, Karen simply guided Emi back into the room with one hand and reached out to drag Dan in with them with the other. In doing so, she revealed herself to him clearly for the first time, letting him discover that she was just as gorgeous as her girlfriend. She was a little more muscular whilst still being incredibly feminine; her breasts were smaller but her nipples were pierced with small, silvery rings; and her pale, white skin was covered by tattoos: colourful Oriental-designs of koi fish and water on one arm, a tangle of ivy-like roses and thorns crawling up her thigh, and a flowery image that wrapped around a stylised heart across her upper chest that dipped between her breasts, leaving them exposed but creating a delicious contrast.