“Y’know, I think you should say you’re sorry.”

You blink, looking up from your text. “W-What?”

She smiles at you. The impious little succubus wiggles her hips—part of the summoning contract you wrote stipulated a knee-length skirt, but not the color or opacity, and she’s clearly enjoying showing off how much the diaphanous red silk reveals of her achingly luscious figure. “Say you’re sorry!” She cocks her head cutely. “You know. For jerking off over me.”

Your breath catches; you nearly start choking on your own spit. “Wh—I don’t—”

Her eyes shine brighter with glee.

You glare up at her. She’s a lot shorter than you, but you’ve sat down to focus on the assignment. “Excuse me?”

“Aww!” Her eyes narrow as her smile widens. “You’re totally excused! It’s okay, dummy girl. I know you can’t, like, help it, right?”

“I-I don’t! I mean—what?” You find yourself instinctively checking the summoning circle for errors. It’s still fully intact, of course. It had better be, with how much prepwork you did for this assignment. You watch those pretty feet pace the narrow length, trying not to notice how her thighs jiggle with every step. The little demon’s body is… even more obscene than it usually is when you see her in class.

It’s almost like she chose this form just for you. Like she’s showing off the exact parts of her you’ve always secretly…

“Can’t help thinking about me.” Her lashes flutter. She reaches up and cups her breasts, mashing them together. “Can’t help drooling over me in class.”

You shift, lowering the book to your lap. “D-Do you…” You force a laugh. “Do you try this on every student who—”

She just keeps talking, her tone dreamy with lust. “Can’t help waking up with sticky sheets from naughty, pathetic little dreams. Can’t help coming back from class every day and immediately crawling into bed so you can hump your slutty hand to orgasm.” Her voice is almost singsong. “Can’t help being suuuch a dumb, weak, pervy little piece of charmbait fantasizing about doing suuuch wicked things to the cute little class pet.”

“I-If you’re trying to distract me from my assignment,” you mutter, “it won’t work.”

The assignment is a simple exchange contract. The student summons the class succubus, and she teaches the student a specific sigil in exchange for an agreed-on set of disturbance tokens. Summoned demons—and freshmen like you—all need disturbance tokens to bypass the Crowbar Academy’s antimagic wards, so the fewer you give away, the better. These things aren’t cheap.

It’s extra-credit, but students who don’t volunteer at least once don’t tend to do well in the long run. You’ve been preparing all semester for this. Researching the glyphs. Saving up tokens. Studying the succubus herself, seeing how she watches your classmates with that bright, innocent hunger in her eyes…

“You probably couldn’t sleep all night,” she coos, bouncing her tits in her hands. “Poor stupid loser! I mean, you’ve been seeing me in class aaall semester…” Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. “… thinking about all the fun you’ll get to have with me when I’m at your mercy…”

“Nngh—” Your hand flies to your mouth. Your eyes widen with embarrassment.

The succubus releases her boobs to clap her hands happily. “Uh-huuuh, that’s riiight! Totally obsessed. And now it’s your turn to summon the class succubus? Your turn to have me aaall to yourself?”

You stare up at her, squirming.

The sigils are perfect. You know they are. Those little hearts in her eyes have no power to unleash any Charms on you, her scent is safely smothered beneath the scented candles, and her aura should be fully, one-hundred-percent contained.

But it’s never that way in the dreams. The dreams of her getting the better of you, outsmarting you, catching you in a mistake and escaping her circle.

It’s never that way in your fantasies, the fantasies where you forget the candles or the sigils and she wears you down, hypnotizes you with her body, forces you under her spell… fuck, fuck, but she doesn’t know about those fantasies, she can’t…

Her breasts are still quivering. Those big, heaving cowbell tits, loosely covered by the low-cut black sweater, such an obscene size and shape, perfect for capturing your cock between them and squishing, bouncing, bouncing…

You drop your head and stare down intently at your book. You’re supposed to review the quality of the bindings, to take notes on… on something… and then the tokens, yes, the tokens in the pouch at your belt…

“Five,” you mumble. You swallow and try to raise your voice. “Five tokens.”

There is a short silence. “Is that a joke?”

Your grip on the book tightens. “Five tokens in exchange for the sigil and your good behavior.” You’ve got nearly ninety in the bag, but you’re determined to not go above fifteen. Even if you can afford it, these tokens are dangerous to give to any demon, even one as relatively tame as her. “That’s more than fair.”

“I should be charging you twenty just for how many orgasms I’ve given you, dumdums.” A giggle. “If a creep like you even has that much to spend.”

You try to relax your grip. Your breath shakes a little. This is good. If she thinks you only have twenty, that’s—that’s a good thing. She won’t try to haggle higher. “Five is as high as I can go, and you’re getting an excellent deal.”

“Uh-huh?” Another giggle. Her giggles are so cute and girly. She giggles like that when she catches you staring in class. She giggles like that in your dreams, too. “The last summoner was able to give me ten, and I was giving her a, like, not-a-pathetic-little-drainbait-pervert-for-cute-demon-girls discount~”

“I-I’m—five tokens is entirely—”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the succubus lean forward. She’s pressing right up against the circle’s edge, and her whole body visibly squishes against an invisible wall. “Hey. Loser.”

“S-Stop—”

“Look at me.”

“I-I, um—I’m supposed to—”

“You’re supposed to study me and take notes, like a good stupid little schoolgirl.” Her voice suddenly turns sweet and innocent. “Don’t you wanna do so so sooooooo good on your assignment, Mistress?”

You squirm, suppressing a whimper. “Um… I, well….”

“Don’t you wanna study me, Mistress? I’ll be good!” Her voice rises to a dulcet coo. “I’ll be soooo, like, gooood for you, Mistress~!”

“I… y-yes, but…”

“And you,” she adds, giggling, “are gonna give me a nice, biiig payment, and then tomorrow you’ll get a nice, big grade, won’t you?”

“Ah—five tokens, just five—”

“And then you’ll come back home,” she goes on, “and you’re gonna pump-pump-pump that dummy drooly girlcock of yours thinking about my cuuute fuckable bimbo body. Riiight?”

You whimper softly. Your hips nearly buck of their own accord. Your thoughts feel heavy, goopy, and her words seem to drag those thoughts wherever she pleases… “No. That’s… I’m willing to consider six tokens, but…”

“Fifteen.” You hear her laughing at you. “Gosh, do you even have that many? A loser shut-in like you? You probably even let your own classmates drain what they like. Lucky you don’t have a roommate. Slutty weaklings like you just aren’t built to handle all-girl schools. Fifteen and it’s a deal.”

Fifteen. Your heart is racing. No, that’s—you can get her lower. You can. This is good. She’s bound, she’s under your control, you have her right where you want her. Just ignore all the humiliating things she’s saying. Ignore how hard you’re getting. Ignore the intoxicating cocktail of embarrassment and shame and lust.

Ignore how close to your fantasies this is all starting to feel.

Gods, why did you have to jerk off every night to her?

“T-Ten,” you manage. “Ten, or it’s not worth the credit.”

“Twenty and I’ll also let you cum on my tits~”

You bite your knuckle to stifle a cry as your hips instinctively buck.

“Teehee! Omigosh, this is sooo easy!” You see her hand waving, and then her fingers come together right by her pretty face. “Hey. Loser.”

No…. no, this is all wrong, you’re, um… you’re supposed to—

SNAP.

Your eyes shoot to hers. Her eyes shimmer and swirl with barely-controlled hearts as she smiles knowingly. “Don’t you like to look at me, Mistress?”

“Gh—”

“Don’t you love to…” Her fingers trace over her luscious, kissable, cocksucking lips… down her neck… and down, down, down between her big, round—

SNAP.

Your eyes flash to her tits.

“… obsess over me~?” she finishes sweetly.

“I don’t,” you whisper, staring helplessly, feeling like your mind is being pulled in between those tits. “I—fifteen—”

“Nuh-uh! You can’t help it, dumdums!” More giggling. “Your cock is betraying you, Mistress.”

“B-Betraying… nngh…” Stop. Stop. Don’t let her do this, don’t let her humiliate you like this—

“You know, I didn’t let aaany of the other students see me like this.” She slowly squishes her breasts together, bounces those nice, big boobs right in front of your face. Bounce, bounce, bounce…

“But… but, um…” Your eyes try to stray.

SNAP. Bounce, bounce, bounce. “I’m for you, Mistress. I can be aaaall for you.” She swings from side to side. “Don’t you like my big, bouncy boobies, Mistress?”

“Ghh…” It’s just like everything you’ve… no, no, but…

“I think you doooo~!” she coos, and bounces them together faster. “Mistress loooves her little slutty succubus’s nice, fat, bouncy-bouncy boobies. They’re all for you! All for you to ogle, and drool over, and get hypnotized by like the dummy.”

Bounce. “Pervy.”

Bounce. “Loser.”

Bounce. “Charmbait.”

Bounce. “Bitch.”

Bounce. “You.”

Bounce.

“Aaare~!”

You moan aloud, thrusting uselessly. You’re so, so horny—your cock is leaking—fuck, fuck, you need to stop this, but she’s so—so fucking hot—

“Mistress,” she says, a finger going to those pouty lips, “do you want to touch?”

“I… oh… nngh…”

“Miiiistreeess~” SNAP. Your eyes shoot to her glossy pink lips. She giggles. “Gosh, you’re sooo good at that.”

“At… huh?”

Several forked tongues slip from her mouth to slowly, sloppily lick across those plump lips. They flick and swirl. Her lips glitter as she gives them a little pop. “Please, Mistress~” she positively moans, a finger slipping partway past those lips and sucking daintily. You stare, panting, drooling. “Won’t you please take out that nice, big, stupid drainable girldick and pump, pump, pump to my pretty, slutty plapbait body~?”

You’re badly shaking. This is going on too long. The scents of the candles are starting to fade as they burn low, because you… you need to replace them… but oh, gods, she smells so good without the cheap incense covering up her natural musk…

The succubus’s lips curve upwards, and the finger slides out with another wet pop that makes you hump the air. The book falls from your lap. She brings her fingertips to her lips again. “Mistress,” she coos, “hump that dummy hand for me~”

And she presses those soft lips against her fingers and blows you a wet, loud…

“Mmmmwahh~!”

The smack and pop of her lips… you can barely see the mist blowing from her mouth, the pink smoke—the Charm? No, it can’t be a true Charm, she’s still bound, it’s… just pheromones… wafting right into your face…

You breathe in unthinkingly.

A nice, hazy foggy pleasure fills your mind, and you smile dreamily up at the succubus, all that embarrassment briefly forgotten.

SNAP. “Look at my tits, Mistress~”

Your hand slides under your uniform skirt, then pulls up the hem completely. You shove your panties down, whimpering with relief as your pretty girlcock springs free…

“Gooood ‘Mistress’.” A sweet, bubbly giggle. You nod dizzily, your fingers encircling the shaft. “Thaaat’s it! See? Wasn’t I right?”

Wasn’t she right?

No, you… she’s not right, she’s… she’s saying you’re hers. Weak. Pathetic. A dumb little charmbait loser. You’re still in control. She’s still bound. She’s wrong, and you’re…

“Nuh-uhh,” you slur, wrapping your hand around your nice, silly, drooly dick and starting to pump. “I’m… um…”

“You can’t help it,” she purrs. “You’re just suuuch a horny, helpless dummy mess, and that stupid cock is just doing aaall the thinking for you now, isn’t it?” She bounces from side to side. “Maybe, like, twenty tokens is sounding a bit more fair, right?”

“I… n-no, um…”

“Twenty and I’ll let you jerk off near me.”

“Ggh… oh…” You hear her blowing you another kiss, and giggle dreamily as you huff her pheromones… you can almost feel the kiss settle on your cheek… your hand fumbles in the bag, and tokens are sent clattering to the floor… “O-Okay…”

The tokens roll into the circle and vanish from sight.

The finalized contract sends a hum through the air.

“Sold~!” She beams, bouncing on her heels. Bounce, bounce, bounce. “Of course, that deal doesn’t include the sigil. That’s separate, duh.” Her head tilts. “Do you have anything else to give me, Mistress?”

She licks her lips. Oh, fuck, she… she smells so nice…

“M-More,” you whimper. No. No, wait, you just—you just traded twenty whole tokens just for—

“Teehee~! That’s a surprise.” Her eyes narrow with sly amusement. “How much are you gonna leak for me tonight, then, stupid?”

“Nnngh!” Your lips part as you clutch the arm of the chair, pumping faster. “N—I w-won’t—”

She giggles. Gods, her giggles are so cute, so sweet, she’s so… fuck, fuck, being Charmed by her would feel so nice…

“Gosh, every time you look at me or think about me, that silly, dummy drooldick soultap just starts throbbing, doesn’t it?” Her condescending coos ooze with sugary sympathy. She’s so… sweet…

“Y-Yeah,” you admit, blushing, pumping… “B-But I’m, um… I’m not…”

She bounces her tits, squishes them together, bouncy-bouncy… so soft and yielding, so easy to sink into, to shove your face between and huff and nuzzle and let her squish your brains into goo…

“And your hand can’t help but drift down and start jerking off, can it?” She brings a hand down and SNAPS, and your eyes drop down to her hips. “Can’t help but fantasize. Obsess.”

“O-Obsess… nngh…”

“And it’s not your fault at aaall.” Her hips sway. She twirls, shaking her ass in your face, and you moan and throb and buck into your hand, staring helplessly at that breedable bubble butt… “Silly Mistress can’t help herself! But… stiiiill~”

“G-Guh…?”

She spins again and SNAPS.

Your eyes flash to hers. They shimmer with so many pretty pink hearts. If she could only Charm you right now…

She smiles sweetly. Innocently. She’d totally break you. Instantly. She’d overwhelm you with Charms, and you’d fail to counterspell every single one, instantly lose and fall hopelessly in love with her… you’d think she was perfect, an angel of sweetness, and you’d be so, so happy to fuck that pretty face and give her everything…

“But first,” she repeats, and your thought process slows to a crawl.

You stare up at her, trembling.

“First I want you to say you’re sorry,” she coos, “for being such a weak, stupid, hopeless slutty fapbrained mess for the first bitchy bimbo brat to so much as make eye contact.”

You stare dumbly.

“B-Buh…?”

“Say you’re fucking sorry, Mistress,” she hisses, eyes glowing brighter. “Whenever you touch yourself to me. You’ll. Say. Sorry.”

You blink slowly.

The smell of incense is beginning to rise back over her fading scent. Even with the candles burning low, it’s been a while since she blew the last kiss. The air is getting clearer, her pheromones are thinning.

You stare…

… and wrench your gaze away, bracing your will to ignore any more of those stupid startling snaps.

“N-No,” you babble, struggling to refocus. “No, I—I’m not going to—um—”

As she starts squealing with laughter, you realize what you’re still doing and jerk your hand away from your lap. Your face is burning up.

Oh, gods, you were pumping right in front of the class succubus. You promised her twenty fucking tokens.

If anyone ever—if this bimbo brat ever tells anyone—

“Oh my gosh,” she coos, “so close~! You were so close!”

“I-I wasn’t!” you squeak, squirming hopelessly. You fumble for your panties, but it’s hard to pull them on when you’re still so hard… wait, the candles, right, you need to…

“Aww, really?” She pouts. “You weren’t close to shooting a niiice, biiig, sticky-slutty load for me, Mistress~?”

You squirm. “I… no, but—that’s not what I—”

“That means you’re still super pent-up, aren’t you?” She bats her eyelashes. “Soooo cute and pathetic and needy. You’d let any cute girl do anything to you right now, I bet. Take anything from you. Charm you silly and drain you stupid.”

“Um…”

“Girls with cocks are just the best.” She licks her lips. You have to remind yourself not to glance at those plump, sparkling… “Sooo easy!”

You feel your cock twitch. You realize a moment later that she can still see it.

“Awww~!” She giggles. “Oh my gosh, did I do that? Just by saying aaall that? Is someone…” She clasps her hands innocently behind her back. “… getting off on being totally humiliated?”

“I—no—” The pounding of your heart almost hurts. You need to move on. You need to regain control, need to renegotiate the—

“Sooo pathetic,” she squeals. “So cringe! You let me get away with so much! You were even looking wherever I snapped like a stupid dog! I didn’t even have to install that one.”

“I didn’t—”

SNAP. “Look me in the eyes when you lie to me, loser~”

You shake your head weakly. “I. I won’t…”

You trail off, realizing you’re staring right into her pretty eyes again.

The succubus smirks. “You forgot to include the susceptibility sigils,” she says matter-of-factly. “Without those, succubi can install triggers suuuper-duper easy as long as you’re horny near us. Fun fact.”

Your lips part.

“I-I know that,” you whimper. Fuck. She’s right. You knew about those two sigils, you were going to slip them between the aura glyphs, but then those glyphs turned out bulkier than you expected and you just forgot to find a new place for them. Stupid!

It’s… fine. There’s not too much she can do with this. It’s just annoying. Inconvenient.

Humiliating.

“Oh my gosh, you’re leaking from that, even.” She makes a show of stifling a giggle. “Were you drawing this summoning circle one handed, Miiistreeess~?”

“I—no, I wasn’t!” You force your gaze away again. It’s not a real trigger, you remind yourself, you’re just horny and stupid! So stupid, and weak, and… ngh…

“Oh?” You see those pretty lips quirk. She points. “Then how come you didn’t complete this line?”

You flush, but resist the urge to look. “I-I did.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I checked. And—and double-checked!” This brat. You know how to draw a circle! Missing a sigil is one thing, but not completing a line would be a whole other level of incompetence. She’s lying. She has to be. Made-you-look is probably the oldest trick in the succubus book. Right?

A pause.

“If you’re sure~”

You nod, trying to project your certainty. You’re not some dumb idiot pervert who’d—who’d make a mistake that amateurish, that fundamental. It’s an obvious trick.

Even though you aren’t looking at her anymore, you can see the succubus smiling.

She’s obviously lying.

But what if she’s not?

She is.

But what if?

“Here.” You bite your lip and rise from your chair. “I-I’m only looking because I need to replace those candles anyways. And because it will…” You almost say ‘shut you up’, but the idea of deliberately pissing this girl off right now scares you in ways you don’t want to think about. “… stop you worrying.”

She giggles. “Yes, Mistress~”

You grab a couple of new scented candles and look around. “Where’s—”

SNAP. “Right down here~!” She’s pointing one pink-painted nail towards a section of the circle. Of course she’s standing right beside it.

You hesitate, then walk over and stare hard at the curling moon chalk sigils. “It… looks fine to me.”

You’re very conscious of your exposed cock. You’re still so hard.

“You have to look closer, dummy.” She giggles. “It’s very, very subtle~”

Again, you hesitate. But you notice her staring at that cock and licking her lips.

Crouching down will at least give you an excuse to block her view.

You carefully squat to peer down at the chalk. It is clumsy work, but… surely you didn’t…

“Lower.” She points with her big toe. “Riiight there.”

You wobble slightly. “I don’t—”

“Just stare closely, Mistress,” she coos. “You’re sooo smart, you’ll see it for sure!”

“I-I am, but I don’t—”

“And that biiiig, dumb, hard cock of yours definitely isn’t starting to feel… heavy~”

You blink. “Wh… what?”

“Your girldick!” She giggles, tilting her head innocently. “Isn’t it getting soooo heavy? So big, and hard, and drooly…”

She leans down, squishing her tits together as they catch your eye. “… and so heavy,” she gushes, “when it’s hanging out like that and pointed straiiight at little old me~”

You tremble, trying to shut out her voice and avoid looking at her tits. Focus on the floor. The chalk patterns. Right. You look back down, biting your lip…

“Every little twitch, every little drop,” she’s continuing, her pretty voice echoing around you, “weighing it down just a little bit more. Every throb, every cutie wittle twitch~”

Your cock twitches. You whimper softly, trying to hold onto a balance that suddenly feels dangerously precarious. That’s… no, what she’s saying isn’t…

“Awww~!” Her sugary coos just make it harder to—just make it—harder… “Gosh, she’s getting sooo big, Mistress! And heavier and heavier. Tugging on you with every leak, every throb…”

Your cock throbs. You nearly sway forward. You shake your head weakly, scrambling to right yourself…

“Teehee! Is aaall that for me, Mistress~?”

“Nngh—” You’re panting, trying to hold on—you need to focus on the pattern as it twines between her feet, focus on the finished lines, focus on…

“’Cuz it’s soooo nice of you,” she adds, clearly stifling giggles, “to, like… show it off for me.”

Oh, gods. Thinking of her seeing your every throb, every twitch, every—

“Your big, heavy, stupid soultap cock is betraying you, Mistress. Betraying eeevery little pervy thought in that pretty, empty head of yours.”

“B-Betraying… I…” No, focus on the chalk… stare at the markings, the patterns, ignore how her dainty toes curl and uncurl right within her sheer see-through stockings, curling inward as if to beckon your gaze…

“Just like you’re, like, betraying your whole class!” She giggles. “Letting me take control like this… letting your cute wittle succubus bimbo brat get her way on everything… not to mention giving me suuuch a nice view…?”

“I—” You buck into the air, panting for breath—oh, fuck, she smells so nice—no, focus on the sigils, focus down, her feet, her pretty little feet in those adorable stockings, no, no…

SNAP. “Down.”

Your knees crumple.

SNAP. “Throb~”

Your big, stupid girlcock gives a weighty, cumbersome throb.

A sudden wave of vertigo takes you tumbling forward.

It takes all your frantic fumbling to save yourself from crossing over the circle. You barely avoid smudging the chalk as you land on all fours before the demonic little brat. Your own stick of chalk falls from your hand.

And her giggles of glee fill your head as your cock throbs in humiliated lust.

“Omigoshhh,” you hear her squeal. You watch her toes wiggle as the succubus bounces from heel to toe. “This is, like, shooo cute! So you’re just my personal bullybait bitch for the night, huh?”

Throb. You whine, minutely shaking your head. “I—I’m fine, I j-just! I just…”

“Just need to inspect that sigil,” she sings. “Right? There’s nothing embarrassing about this! You’re just trying to find where you fucked up my summons. That’s why you’re crawling in front of me.” A pause. “Right, Mistress~?”

Her adorable condescension brushes over your brain like a gleaming sugary glaze. You nod uncertainly. “Y-Yeah, I’m… yeah. I’m just…”

“’Cuz, I mean…” This close, you can hear her licking her lips, hear the wet smacks of those long, flicking tongues. “… it’s not like you’d be down here just to stare at… these.”

“Th-These?”

Her feet shift.

Through the stockings’ delicate fabric, you watch her slender toes give a dainty, flirtatious wiggle. Her toes rise and fall like dominos in elegant waves.

“Right?” she adds.

You stare weakly.

“Um… right.”

“Riiight~” She giggles. “My pretty feet would never distract you, dumdums! Just focus on…” The toes of her feet rhythmically tap the floor, one after the other. “… what matters most.”

Your cock twitches and drools a little.

“Just keep crawling around me,” the succubus coos, “‘Mistress’~”

You blink blearily, head swimming with those lovely giggles. What matters most. The sigils. Right.

Her feet are really cute. Slender and delicate, with dainty toes and swooping arches and… and oh, gosh, those striped black-and-white stockings looks so… so cute, so silky and soft and…

“Take a deep breath,” the succubus whispers. “Focus, Mistress.”

“F… Focus.” You breathe in slowly, realizing you haven’t been breathing quite as much as you’re… supposed to be. Your head spins. She smells so nice. The cheap candles are basically just accenting her succubus scents like cheap perfume at this point.

You watch her bouncing back and forth, forward and backward, ankles flexing as her heels and toes trade the weight of her wide hips. It’s okay as you don’t look at her big, fat tits, or her swaying, heart-shaped ass.

Just focus on the sigils. The circle. Find the mistake.

“Do you want a clue?” she asks sweetly.

“Wh… what?”

“A clue.” She giggles. “You’re never gonna find the mistake at this rate, stupid.”

“O-Oh. Um—” You feel like this has to be a trap, but… “F-Fine? I… I know it’s not there, you’re just…”

“Ten.”

You hesitate. “Ten?”

“For the clue.” You can hear barely-contained laughter in her voice. “Ten tokens and I’ll show you your weak point. Take it or lose it.”

“I…” You swallow. “I, um…” That’s a bad deal. You know it is. But you need to finish this, need to find the mistake or prove her wrong. So you can get away. That’s… maybe that’s…

“Mm, taking too long.” Her skirt swishes as she swings her hips. “Ten. Twelve. Fifteen. Twe—”

“D-Deal!” you sputter, as the thought of losing a whole other twenty tokens fills you with panic.

Fifteen-ish tokens spill from your hand and scatter around the succubus’s feet.

Another thrum. You hear her rumbling with pleasure. “Mm. Yummy, Mistress~”

You whimper softly, rubbing your thighs together. Oh, gods, what did you just…

The succubus raises one delicate foot and points with her big toe. “Look there. This is what’s gonna make you lose, Mistress~”

You crawl around, following where she’s pointed. “I… where?”

“There.” Her toe wiggles. “Can’t you see it, dummy?”

“I—I don’t—” You lean in closer, head swirling with sweet scents—even crawling, your cock is starting to get too hard and heavy, starting to weigh you down…

“Just look closer~” Her foot sways slightly from side to side, drawing an invisible line where you’re meant to be looking. You follow it, swaying and stumbling on your hands and knees, struggling to spot the mistake. “C’mon, dummy Mistress~! It’s right here!”

“I… I don’t…”

“Staaare~” Her toes wiggle. She must be using her tail to help balance on one foot, because the foot you’re staring at sways slowly like a pendulum with perfect grace. Back and forth. So slow. So steady. “Teehee! That’s a good dumdums. Just take more deep breaths and staaare~”

You’re panting. “I… ah…” You’re getting so horny. So desperately, brainlessly horny, so pent up, you need—need release, need touch, need her to say more, do more, take more, win more—no, no, no—

“Goood dummy girl~!” More girlish giggling. More dainty wiggling. “Don’t you see the weak point now? Awww, are you getting too horny to think straight?”

“Ah… n-nuh…” But you are, oh, you need her, need her, need her need her—

“That big, dumb cock needs to be touched, and you can’t touch it,” she coos, “so you need me, don’t you? There’s no other way.”

“N-Nooo,” you whine, but you’re staring at her foot as she slowly lifts it up, ogling her toes, the soft sole, oh, fuck, this is so humiliating but you need her so bad…

“You’re too stupid to find a way out of this,” she purrs. “Too stupid to remember how to crawl one-handed. So you’re gonna be mine!”

Crawl one-handed…?

You blink stupidly.

Oh~!

You smile with relief and shake your head. No. She’s wrong about that.

Focusing very intently, you lift up one hand and reach down to start touching your cock. “O-Of course n-not,” you slur.

The first little touch sets your lust ablaze. Your girlcock twitches and leaks. Your fingers encircle it, and you start pumping faster, panting, whining.

She giggles. “Wow, you’re really showing me. I bet I’m sorry I ever doubted you~!”

“S-Sorry…” You giggle back, humping your hand, panting hopelessly… admiring her pretty feet, her perfect ankle, her soft, curvy thigh…

“Hey. Perv.” The succubus’s finger appears in your field of vision as she points straight down towards the circle, grabbing your attention like it’s stuck on a line. “Weren’t you looking for something?”

Her words and motions help refocus you a little. Right, yes. The flaw. You’re looking for the flaw in your circle.

Your head droops back down as your eyes follow the glossy pink-painted nail.

You realize that she’s specifically pointing at the antimagic glyph. That’s a little confusing. You worked so hard on that one especially, since without that glyph, she can basically cast whatever spells she likes on you.

Charms. Bindings. Illusions. Charms. Attack spells…

… polymorphs. Charms. Summons. Transports. Charms. Other… other spells…

… Charms…

Your lips quiver. You thrust faster, the thoughts sending nice fuzzy tingles through your dumb, leaking dick. Your hand squeezes and pumps, pumps, pumps. Lots of spells. And those spells would be… bad. Really bad.

Did you really make a mistake? You’re panting desperately for breath. Your vision is getting blurry, probably from not getting enough air, and shudders take your whole body as you teeter on your one supporting arm.

Those lines look fully intact to you. Aren’t they? You lean down closer, squinting intently against the blur. Your head is practically brushing her ankle, but you’re not crossing the line, you’re being careful. You’re being smart.

Rocking pathetically into your hand.

Lips parted, panting like a dog.

Tongue… lolling…

You watch stupidly as a droplet of drool falls from your tongue and splashes delicately across a single chalk line.

For a moment, you aren’t able to fully process what you’re seeing. Your cock is throbbing happily. The world is drowning in a haze of intoxicating lust. Pumping feels so good, and she smells so nice. Even her mocking squeals of glee sound so sweet, and lovable, and mind-meltingly pretty…

And then reality snaps back into place, and you realize what you’ve just done. You stare down helplessly at the chalk line—not fully broken, but decidedly smudged.

You blink.

You look up, heart beginning to flutter in fear, as the succubus smiles adoringly—triumphantly—down at you.

At you, a stupid, slutty, huffing, drooling pervert on your hands and knees before a half-freed succubus imp, holding yourself barely upright with one hand and pumping your big, stupid, heavy girlcock with the other.

She licks those pretty pink lips, then brings her fingers up to them.

“Hey,” she says, with a bratty tilt to her head, “Miiiistress~”

“I—” Your chest seizes up. You force your hand off your cock.

“You know what I can do with that chalk line all fuzzy-wuzzy~?”

“Wait,” you whimper, clumsily lunging for the chalk you just dropped—fix it, fix it now, right now before she can—

“Charm,” she coos, and blows you a single long, soft, wet kiss. A perfect heart-shaped cloud of pink mist floats out from between her lips and descends down towards your face. “Mmmwah~”

As the heart reaches you and you gasp unthinkingly, countless little hearts bubble into being around your head, these ones as bright and glossy-pink as her lipstick.

You manage to whine out something like, “Counter,” squirming as the haze deepens, thickens, swirls into you. Your spell is clumsy and amateurish, and you feel a half-dozen tokens vanish from your pouch for the privilege.

And instead of fully dissipating the hearts, your pathetic counterspell just makes them all start popping at once.

And your world floods with the pulsing pink haze of a demon’s Charm.

Pop! A heart bursts like a soap bubble, and sweet mist fills your lungs.

Pop! More pheromones, more pink sparkles everywhere.

“Hahaha~! Omigosh, did you seriously waste my tokens on that? I didn’t even know you had any left!”

“N-Nngh—!”

Pop! Pop! Pop! Sweetness spiraling through you, whirlpools of pleasure drawing you in and shaking you helplessly in their clutches…

“C’mon! Waste more~!” Pop! Pop! She bounces from heel to toe, clapping her hands with glee. Pop! “I bet you want more! More…”

“N-No!”

“… Charmies~!” she squeals, and blows you another sticky kiss. “Mmmwah~! Charm!”

“Aah—! C-Counter!” Pure panic is taking over. You frantically work the counterspell again, quicker this time but even clumsier. Seven more tokens are wasted as the hearts erupt immediately—

Pop! Pop-pop-pop-pop—

“Pop, pop~!” Pheromones waft everywhere as the succubus hops up and down with glee, her tits obscenely squishing and bouncing. “Wait, is that actually the best counter you got, Mistress? Gosh, that’s sooo weak! It doesn’t even negate the backlash! It’s almost like you don’t wanna stop this~!”

“I—I don’t—” You buck into the air, moaning, as you feel her control starting to solidify around your cock—feel teasing phantom tongues starting to manifest…

“Huuuh? What’s that?” She cups an ear and bats her eyelashes, eyes swirling with hypnotic hearts, so many hearts, so much sinful, lusty love— “Mistress wants moooree charmies from her wittle demon~?”

“Ah—n-NOO—”

“Charm!” Her lips pop lewdly as another pink heart descends toward you. “Mmmwah~!”

“Abuh—c-coun—”

“Charm~!” She blows another sloppy kiss, sending more pretty pink bubbles to surround your heavy head.

“N-No… p-please…”

“Huuuh? Whaaat? Mistress wants even more?”

“Nnngh—!” The heart-bubbles pulse rhythmically around your head, every pulse sending new molten desires right into your brain, filling you with things you’ve always wanted, always needed, always loved…

“Gosh, Mistress, are you sure?” The little imp puts a fingertip to her pouty pink lips. She almost looks genuinely worried. Those big, shining spiral-heart eyes shine with sweet, innocent concern, as if she really, truly cares about you, really wants you to be okay… “I mean, this is an awwwful lot~”

“P-Please,” you slur, panting, drooling. Your cock throbs as the phantom tongues lick playfully at its tip. “N-No… m-more…”

“No? More? So it’s noooott too much?” She wiggles teasingly as she leans down, bringing her chest—squished between her elbows—to eye level. You pant hopelessly. Her scent is everywhere, the effects of two uncountered charms are radiating deeper and deeper into you by the second, you can feel the haze thickening… “My greedy Mistress aaalways wants more~”

You babble and cry, desperately shaking your head no, no, no as your cock throbs against the tongues’ attentions. The hearts aren’t dissipating. So many hearts, two Charms’ worth, swirling, pulsing, pumping your brain full of desire and need and—

It’s nothing like your stupid slutty daydreams. Nothing. Not even close. You jerked off so many times thinking about getting Charmed, and every lust-drunk fantasy wasn’t even a fraction of even a lesser demon’s ability to completely fuck you up. You can barely breathe from the sheer intensity, the way it swirls and throbs and settles into your brain like it is your brain now, like it’s all that matters. It’s not like dainty little tendrils wrapping around your mind, it’s like a wall of sticky, gooey honey surging into your head, painting everything bright pink, and replacing every little kink and crush and fixation and need with her her herherHERHERHERHERHERHERHERHER—

The smug little bitch squishes her fat, heaving tits tightly together and leans in closer. “Charm, loser~”

She gives her breasts a bounce, and as you stare uselessly, a third shimmering cloud floats out from between them to envelop your head in hazy pink lust. More bubbles. More pulses.

She reaches down and pokes a little heart bubble right in front of your eyes.

Pop~!

You whimper and lift your head to gaze up at the lesser demoness in pure, stupid, pathetic, blissful despair. The succubus’s eyes shimmer with so many pretty hearts, as intoxicatingly lovely as the rest of her.

“Yeah?” she asks, tilting her head adorably to the side. “What is it, Mistress?”

“I… buh…” Your cheeks burn red-hot as your drooling tongue fumbles for words. She’s so… so beautiful, so sweet, so—no, no, fuck, you’re being Charmed, this is so so so so bad you need to—

The imp smiles happily down at you and wiggles from side-to-side, making her boobs bounce and sway. “Sooo. Fucking. Cyuuute~!”

“A-Ahh…” You smile stupidly up at her. This is so bad. The succubus is soooo cute. So… cute, and pretty, and sweet, and her big bimbo tits would feel so nice milking your big, stupid cock while you whimper and beg and drool over the gorgeous little demon who’s about to ruin your whole life…

“Hey.” Her eyes gleam. “Loser charmslut Mistress~?”

“Gghh…” You blink slowly. “Uh-huuh?” You only realize belatedly that you responded to an insult.

“I thiiink…” She licks her lips. “I want you to pump that big, stupid loser soultap drooldick for me now, okay, Mistress~?”

You blink again. You… soultap?…

Your pouch feels so light at your side. So many tokens lost. So much power you gave her.

And it can get so much worse. The Charms are all over your brain, rewriting, reworking. You only have… a few tokens left.

Enough for a banishment. Maybe.

“No,” you whisper. You shake your head minutely, hand fumbling to the pouch. “I—demon, I c-comma—”

The hearts pulse faster. The phantom tongues slither around your cock to take it in a vise grip and start to slurp and bob, to slobber and lick and slide up and down, up and down, pumping, milking, swirling—

Your words break into a pleasuredrunk squeal, and the pouch falls from your belt.

The succubus tilts her head, eyes bright with innocence. “What was that?”

You freeze, breath catching. “N-Nothing,” you whisper.

“Nuh-uh.” She suddenly leans in close. Very, very close. Close enough that her lips would be touching yours, if not for… for the… “That was something.”

… if not for the thingy, the… chalk thingy, the thing you need to not break, need to fix, need…

“You know, I think someone,” she says, her voice curtaining your mind like silken sheets, “needs one… more… little…”

“W-Wait.” Your lips are dry. You see her hand rising up. “Wait, no, no, please-please-please—please, don’t, I’ll be good please don’t don’tDON’T—”

She pauses, her fingertips hovering right next to those pillowy lips. “Give.”

“Wh—What?”

“Give.” Her eyes sparkle. “How much will you give me?”

Understanding slowly sinks in. You tremble, struggling with what little smarts remain unsmothered by her stupid sticky slutty love to count.

You only have about forty left.

“Twenty-five,” you whimper.

She cocks her head brattily. “Give.”

You fumble out a fistful of tokens and toss them at her feet, unable to bear her eye contact.

You hear her giggle. “More.”

“Wh—”

The tongues slurp and swirl, focusing on the tip. You watch her toes curl. “More~”

“Th-Thirty—” Five more tokens fall out—you moan, bucking, drooling—

“More~”

“Forty,” you mewl, tossing the bag over in defeat. You’re ruined, you’re fucked, you’re helpless— “P-Please, please, please—”

“More~!”

“I-I can’ttt—”

“Chaaarm~!” she coos, and blows you a long, wet, obscenely sloppy kiss. Hearts burst around you as pure pleasure surges through— “Mmmwahh, mmwahh, mmwahh~! Charm, Charm, Charm~!”

“Nnnngh!” Hearts are everywhere, so so many, she’s spending the tokens you just gave her to let her spam you like this—

“Love me, Charmbait~!”

“I-I l-l—”

“Chaaaarmies~! Mmmmwahh~!”

And you squeal in dumb, ruined adoration as the hearts overtake you completely.

The succubus’s grin widens. “Wanna pump for me, loser?”

“A—ahhuhh—p-please—” You hump the air, moaning, ogling her perfect, fuckable body, her round hips, her bouncing boobs—

She smirks. “I guess my broke little Mistress can’t afford to pay me for it anymore, though. So…” Her fingertips dance down her thigh. “What will you owe me?”

“H-Hundred!” you babble, because it’s the biggest number you can think of when you’re this dumb, this broken, this Hers. “Please, please!”

“Hmmm~” She licks her lips. “Deal. Jerk off for me, charmbait~”

You wobble precariously as you start happily pumping your cock. You beam up at the imp, giggling drunkenly as hearts bubble and pop around your head in a perpetual onslaught of sound and sweetness and succubus musk.

You were so dumb before. She’s not a brat. She’s not spoiled.

She just deserves everything she wants because she’s perfect~

You drool and huff her scent, pumping faster. So adorable and sweet, such a wonderful, precious angel… it’s your own fault for being such a pervert, such a creep, such a pathetic cockbrained charmbait loser of a ‘Mistress’ with such a desperate, needy crush on the pretty class pet…

You’re rocking forward and backward, your mind oozing with fantasies of it being her beneath you instead of your hand, her curves plapping against your lap…

You’re struggling to stay upright, slumping forward, smudging all these silly lines…

… the lines that kept your crush at bay so she couldn’t brainwash you into her nice, stupid little permanent charmslut bitch…

“Suuuch a weakling,” she purrs, as she steps across the threshold to stand right over you.

She tucks her stockinged foot under your chin—the first time she’s touched you this entire night—and lifts your head to make you meet her eyes.

You buck with a tiny mewl, feeling what tiny traces of fear remain be utterly smothered beneath drooling, lusty shame. Pulses of fuzzy, buzzy pleasure pour into you as your summoned demoness gives you a direct, inescapable, touch-based…

“Charm~”

You pump happily, lost in the pretty hearts swirling around your head.

“This is sooo perfect,” she whispers. “Teehee! You lost to the class pet, dum-dums.”

“I—”

“You lost~”

“I lost,” you babble, nuzzling her foot hopelessly, because she’s so soft, the buzzy-fuzzy charm feels so good… “I lost to you!”

“Yeah! You lost to a cyuuute wittle succubus bimbo brat~!” She grinds her foot against your face, giggling with glee at the pathetic sounds this forces out. “And now you’re gonna be my wittle addicted humpslut charmbitch forever, okay, dumdums~?”

“Ch…”

“Charmies~” she coos, and presses her foot in harder to impart a humiliating burst of charm magic. “That’s riiight! Like, you wuv charmies, don’t you, Mistress?”

“I…”

SNAP. “Sit.”

You fall back onto your butt. You smile and drool and pump your cock, gazing up at your sweet, wonderful, precious owner. “I wuv charmies~!”

She laughs at you. “You’re the class pet’s charmbitch now. That’s how you always wanted it, right?”

“I’m y-your charmbitch!” you squeal, nuzzling her foot, the utter humiliation only making your cock throb harder, you’re hers now, she won, she’ll always win— “Yours, yours, yours!”

“OMIGOSH~!” She wiggles with girlish glee, curves jiggling. “Yes, yes, yes! That’s right, loser! Sooo pathetic! You’ll say anything I want! Do anything I want! Give anything I want!”

“Anything!”

“Charm~!” It’s too much, it’s so much, so much love love love love… “Toootal fucking bratbait.”

“U-Uh-huuh…”

“And this is gonna be our little secret, perv.” She bends down low, hand dropping away. Her tail lashes out and encircles your neck. Her eyes shimmer, fully captivating your dumb, adoring gaze. “Our secret. No telling! Even you’ll barely remember any of this. Just that you love me and, like, wanna keep volunteering for extra credit. Summoning me again and again and again.” She’s drooling a little, eyes shining brighter. Soooo many dosies.”

“D-Doses…”

“Everyone’s gonna think you’re studying me properly! Nobody will realize you just instalost on the first night and gave me everything and let me out and huffed my armpit while I filled you with enough charms and triggers to paint a star pink.”

“A… armpit?”

“Oh. right.” She giggles.

Her tail gives a yank.

You are shoved facefirst under the succubus’s arm.

“Nngghh!” You squeal. “Mmmff!”

“Charm.” Her laughter makes your cock drool, and you hump your hand desperately, moaning, huffing… oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, the humiliation feels so good, you love it, love her, getting so close—so so so close— “Oh! And there’s just, like, one other wittle thing you’re gonna do for me, perv.”

“Wh… wh… mmf…”

“One more little way to show I own you. Nobody will know but me. But I’ll know.” Her hand settles on yours as you jerk off hopelessly. She starts guiding your pumps, and it feels so good when she touches you… “Whenever you pump that big, stupid, needy, helpless losercock thinking about me… you’re gonna say sorry.

“S-Shrry,” you slur into her side.

“Uh-huh~!” She gives you a big, happy smile. “Sorry for being such a pathetic slut. For fantasizing about me over and over. For obsessing me. For weakening yourself to me. It’s gonna feel sooo humiliating, and you’re gonna feel soooo much shame about it.”

“Nnnghh—” Huff. Huff. Pump. So many Charms, she… smells so good… oh, fuck, you’re so pathetic… so weak… so hers… so close…

“You’ll be sorry for losing to me. For betraying yourself, for betraying everyone. But most of all…” Her voice drops to a sweet, girlish warble in your ear. “… for being a gross, weak, drainslut pervert pumping that biiiig, stupid pervert girldick creeping over a cute, innocent angel like me.”

Your world swims with hearts even when your eyes are closed. You nuzzle into her nice, soft armpit, pumping faster and faster, breathing in deeper and deeper… she’s so soft, so pretty, so nice and sweet…

“You’ll say sorry to your Angel,” she instructs. “Every. Fucking. Time~”

“Mmmff!” Close, close—more Charms, just one more, please, please—

She plants a soft, wet, sloppy kiss right by your ear. Her lips pop, her tongues dart out to lick and tease, your mind is drowned in lewd sounds, you’re pumping faster-faster-faster—

“Charm~” she moans in your ear, and releases you from under her arm.

“I’m s-sorryy, Angel!” you squeal pathetically to your true love, bucking and throbbing and pulsing and—

—spurting—ecstasy shaking your body, hopeless lust and ruinous love spreading through your body and mind and soul—

“I’m sorry, I’m—” Drooling and babbling, hopelessly huffing—utter, endless humiliation at her every slight touch and tease and smirk and giggle— “S-Sorry… Angel… gghh… hhff… I’m s-sorry…!”

“Sorry?” she coos, pulling back to bat her eyelashes down at you. There is nothing but innocence in those heart-filled eyes. “Sorry for what?”

“S-Sorry… sorry for…”

“Charm.”

“A-Aah—” Your cock throbs and twitches and leaks, afterglow melting instantly into another wave of need, and you’re mewling wretchedly, staring up into her pretty eyes, ogling her huge, jiggling tits— “I’m s-sorryyyy!”

“For what? Charm.”

You writhe and cry out in pleasure as you start to cum again, overwhelmed, babbling—oh, succubi can—can make you keep going, no need to stop, they—she won’t stop—you can’t speak, your lips are dribbling with useless apologies as you shoot thick, pathetic loads onto your crush’s perfect tits, all over your own hand—letting her milk you, drain you, claim you, ruin you—

And as you start to scream, she smothers you back beneath her armpit, giggling with glee.

“Gooood loser,” you hear her coo. “My good little pathetic pervert charmbitch.”

“Ggh….” Hump. Pump. Throb… “Sh…shhrry…”

She pats your head, and you hear pure, self-satisfied triumph oozing from her next word.

“Charm~”

“Nnnngh!! I-I’m s-ssorrryy, Angel!!”