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I try to use my hand as a fan to get the smoke off me and look at the succubus annoyed."You're invading my personal space," I tell her confidently, expressing all my annoyance.She seems to not care about what I said and stays there, observing me, spitting more smoke on me.I stand up abruptly and snatch the cigarette from her mouth with a swift hand gesture, but still, I see no reaction.
She is very tall, at least six feet, towering over both me and Glam. She has completely red skin and wears a black evening gown.Seeing how she moves and looks at me, I definitively conclude that she is utterly drunk.
Her friends join her from behind, all as tall as her and equally intoxicated.They approach until they are all at her sides. They stare at me, thinking who knows what.
"Hey, Medea, what did you find?" one of the succubi says, addressing her friend.
The feeling they give me is very unpleasant; they make me feel very observed.
Their eyes give me the feeling of being able to penetrate my flesh, as if they wanted to scrutinize me from the inside.
The atmosphere becomes heavy. It's almost unsettling, and it seems like my vision is getting blurry.My heart rate is increasing, as is my body temperature.
"But... In the end, he's cute. Who knows how he performs under the sheets," one of them says.
"Nah... He gives off the vibe of someone who has never done it," another adds.
"Pff... You don't understand anything, stupid bitch. I'll tell you, this one screws your brain until it explodes."
I start to not understand anything anymore; I'm close to tachycardia. I can't even distinguish who is speaking, and my vision is turning red.I feel something, a touch maybe.Only by using my ears can I understand what's happening.
One of them has approached me and is touching my neck.
"Uh uh! Look there."
I feel something in my lower parts. And I immediately understand what it is when I return to reality. I'm breaking into a cold sweat, and I just got an erection.
"Not bad for a human," one of them says.
The situation confuses me completely. I feel embarrassed and excited at the same time. Just that I wouldn't want... It's a terribly unpleasant feeling, and I step back suddenly.
"Ha, look at him, he's crying."
"Come on, girls, maybe you're going too hard on him."
I can't take it anymore. It feels like I'm suffocating.
"Hey, calm down, I didn't even..." The main succubus can't finish the sentence as I suddenly hear a pop, like a bomb, bringing me back to reality.
I look ahead, and there's Glam with her hand aimed at the succubus, now several steps back from before.Upon closer inspection, I understand that at the same moment I heard the pop, Glam slapped the succubus, the leader, with incredible force.
"Hey!?!!? What do you think you're doing, crazy bit..."
She doesn't finish the sentence as Glam lands a straight punch to her jaw, making her fall backward.All the succubi step back, signaling in fear not to come closer, while they attend to their friend on the ground.
The succubus groans in pain as her friends help her get up.Her lip is bloody, distinctly visible due to the red skin contrasting with the black demon blood, and the pain is evident on her face.I look at Glam, her face revealing a level of anger I've never seen.
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