As soon as the gentleman caught sight of me in my swimsuit, a greasy, slightly overweight man stood up from the sofa and twisted his cheeks carelessly.
In an office within a miscellaneous building on the outskirts of the entertainment district. This is what happened in that reception room.
âUm⊠Is this really necessary?â
âYes, because this is the uniform for the girlsâ bar.â
An extremely scanty micro bikini. The colour is silver, matching the colour of my hair.
Exposed to the manâs scrutinising gaze that seemed to licking over me, I put on an act as if deliberately blushing. Of course, I donât actually feel embarrassed in the slightest.
After all, I am a succubus.
There is, of course, a reason for me to boldly showcase myself in a bikini in a place like this.
âăPrepares a girlsâ bar, Devi.ăâ
As usual, this is all thanks to the unreasonable demands of Her Highness. Truly, displaying an audacious arrogance in matters as trivial as this is quite befitting of a noble from the demon realm, donât you think?
Apparently, itâs necessary to use me as a stage prop to corrupt the disciplinary committee chairman captured by FumiFumi-sama into a vulgar, lascivious gal.
Near the academy, with a majority of the cast being gals and several conditional commands, including the ability to be used for an extended period even after training is completed, were given.
Whether I can say it was fortunate or not is a matter of judgement that I find puzzling, but just as I had finished investigating nearby girlsâ bars to ascertain the whereabouts of Teruya Hikari, selecting a girlsâ bar that aligns with Her Highnessâs desires wasnât all that difficult.
The issue lies in the part that states ăusable for an extended periodă.
For a short-term situation, if it were as usual, I could simply seize it by force. However, when it comes to a continuous endeavour, methods that invite intervention from public institutions like the police or tax office are not desirable.
Therefore, though itâs quite convoluted, I resorted to an indirect approach to ensnare the owner of the mentioned girlsâ bar. I made direct contact by taking advantage of a job interview for a part-time position, as the circumstances go.
âSo⊠Will I be employed?â
âOf course, absolutely!â
As I inquired while emphasising my chest squeezed between my arms, the ownerâs gaze was fixed on the cleavage. With a trace of admiration under his breath, he nodded vigorously.
Naturally, as one would expect. After all, itâs due to this beauty of mine.
âHowever, itâs a waste for a girlsâ bar! Donât you want to work at another club I run? Itâs a high-class club catering to VIPs. With you, itâs a guaranteed success!â
Iâm aware in advance that this owner manages several other establishments besides the mentioned girlsâ bar.
With an appearance that matches his greasy demeanour, he seems to be skilled and well-connected in the background, with a deep shade of black.
Just from a brief investigation, inappropriate ties to organised crime and politicians with unsavoury connections have come to light.
Even now, heâs gazing at my nice body with a scrutinising look but what I distinctly feel is a gaze that evaluates me with desire veiled within. Heâs likely considering whom he should present me.
Whether out of pity or ignorance, he doesnât seem to notice the blade pressed against his own throat.
âăWhen you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.ăâ
These are the words of a lonely man I once met when staying in Sils Maria, Switzerland.
And in the enigmatic words, there lies a certain truth.
As the owner assesses me as his prey, I, in turn, am evaluating him as my prey.
In his early fifties, a greasy middle-aged man.
His sexual desire seems to be strong but his age prevents rapid succession, it seems.
For a succubus like me, I can gauge the size of what he possesses just by looking at his face.
Un, quite average indeed. If FumiFumi-sama were likened to high-class French cuisine, this gentleman would fall into the realm of fast food.
In that case, itâs only logical for me to treat him as fast food without much effort.
Quickly, I activated my ăCharmă while focusing on the owner.
âUuuugh!â
The owner groaned, clutching his chest. The rapid heartbeat that might be sweet anticipation for a young person is hardly different from arrhythmia for someone of his age.
âHaaaa, Haaaa, HaaaaâŠâ
Then, as the owner raised his face, any composure for appraisal vanished from his eyes. Instead, the light of desire swirled within them like a whirlpool.
Naturally so. After all, he directly tasted the allure of me, the Succubus Queen.
His tense groin pushed against his pants as if trying to burst through and his breath was as heated and boiling as a kettle.
âI-I canât take it anymore!â
The owner was breathing heavily and grabbed my chest.
âNnoooo! What are you doing?! Please stop!â
While Iâm not genuinely averse to it, pretending so only seems to excite the owner further. He pushed me onto the sofa with heightened enthusiasm.
âThis is not acceptable. Owner-sama, pleaseâŠ!â
âYou, itâs your fault for having such a lecherous body!â
With bloodshot eyes and a display of raw primal instinct, he wears quite the intriguing expression. Indeed, gentlemen should be like this â born to be wild.
âAaa, no, ahâŠâ
The owner, still breathing heavily, ripped off the bikini top and roughly buried his face in my yielding breasts.
Then, bearing down on me, he skillfully discarded his pants with a sense of frustration. Despite being instinctual, he appears quite practised. This is probably not his first time doing something like this.
A slight resistance adds spice to the atmosphere. When I showed a gesture of imploring, the ownerâs face contorted with excitement to the point where I might worry his brainâs blood vessels could burst.
Now, if he were to go for a medical check-up, his blood pressure would surely reveal an impressive number.
âIâll make your body so that you canât live without my cock!â
That statement to the Succubus Queen is quite an ambitious one. Itâs like a little league boy challenging a major leaguer to a home run competition â it evokes that kind of amusing feeling.
Continuing, the owner spread my slender and beautiful thighs apart, slid my bikini bottoms to the side and then trailed his fingers there.
His thick, short fingers, like taro roots, combed through my plump and beautiful pubic hair, and after sliding along the slit several times he coated his fingers with my love juices and flaunted it before me.
âEven though you resist, youâre clearly enjoying this. Haha, youâre already so wet.â
Thatâs not the case. My lady parts are a natural spring. To put it in perspective, theyâre like the Beppu Onsen in Japan, known for having the highest hot water output. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to call it [constantly wet], a 24-hour-accessible convenience store lady parts. Itâs not because of this ownerâs clumsy caress that Iâm feeling this way.
As I lowered my gaze in exasperation the owner thought that I was feeling embarrassed. Showing a lewd grin, he once again trailed his fingers to my intimate area.
On a side note, at that moment, I came up with a tongue-twister: ăThe private place of the smiling beautyâs secretary is soaking wetă. As a maid, one must have good diction. So, next time, Iâd like to have the maids say it about ten times. Of course, I intend to impose severe punishment on those who canât say it correctly.
Leaving that asideââ
âAaah, ah, ah, ahâŠâ
The owner smeared the dripping nectar from the junction of my flesh onto my clitoris, playing it with his fingertips and when I thought he might continue to do so, he hastily inserted his finger into my vaginal opening.
The sexual inclinations of these entrepreneur-type gentlemen generally fall into two categories; either excessively persistent or hurriedly impatient. It seems the owner falls into the latter category.
âHehehe, youâre feeling it. Youâre so wetâŠâ
âAh, ah, no, Iâm notâŠâ
Unfortunately, Iâm not feeling it.
Rather, it feels more like Iâm being frustrated by his clumsiness.
I whispered in a sweet manner into the ownerâs ear.
âOh, owner, please have mercy. I canât bear it any longer. Please insert it. Into my, myââ
The sensual paraphrase would beăYouâre so bad at this. Just hurry up and put it in alreadyă.
âHahaha! What a lewd woman you are!â
Without noticing the underlying meaning, the owner gave a satisfied sigh and pulled me closer in a tight embrace.
Then, with his firmly erect member, he found my female entrance and thrust his hips downward.
âAah, aaaah!â
The sensation of the swollen head opening the petals of my flesh, the wonderful pressure. Even if it were somewhat lacking in quality, this moment is still exceptional.
âItâs so tight! This place of yours is incredible!â
Lifting his hips to meet my motion, the ownerâs face expressed his inability to contain himself as he thrust forcefully and vigorously.
He thrust through my entrance, relentlessly moving his aroused dick within my honeypot. The motion was average, the rhythm monotonous. Nonetheless, one could give it a passing grade overall.
Itâs reasonably pleasurable.
âAh, ah, ah, owner, ownerâŠâ
As I writhed, the owner, in an entirely excited state, squeezed my breasts, licked and kissed my neck and vigorously shook his body even harder, rubbing against my vaginal walls impatiently.
âAh⊠intense, so intense. Ah, aaah, aahâŠâ
My ample breasts bounced like rubber balls, causing a slight discomfort in the ligaments supporting them.
Eventually, as he thrust forcefully deep within me, the owner whispered into my ear.
âHow does it feel? My cock! Surrender and become my slave!â
âA slave⊠you say?â
âYeah, thatâs right! Iâll cherish you for the rest of my life.â
The mood is ruined. Iâm speechless in exasperation.
From my perspective, humans are nothing more than sustenance. Itâs like a potato saying, ăBecome my slave!ă Quite ridiculous, to say the least.
âI might have played around a bit too muchâŠâ
When I entwined my legs around his waist, the owner smirked as if he misunderstood something. Truly absurd, this foolish man is unaware that heâs lost any means of escape.
âShall I wrap this up?â
The next moment, the ownerâs expression contorted suddenly, and his movements halted.
âGuh, ah, ah, ooohhh!â
And with a loud, vibrant sound resembling a scream, without any warning, semen surged from the ownerâs penis and overflowed into my womb.
Thereâs no need to explain what happened. I activated one of my succubus inherent abilities, the ăSemen Draină.
âGuh, ah! W-whatâs happening?! I canât⊠stop! Guuaaaah!â
With a sensation akin to driving a blade into his brain, the ownerâs expression was a mixture of pleasure and fear, as he struggled with the terror of being drained of his essence. Despite his desperate attempts to withdraw his penis, he had no hope of pushing my legs aside with mere human strength.
âUh, uoooh, l-let go! Aaah, get your legs off me!!â
As the owner desperately writhed, I decided to return the words he had spoken earlier.
âSurrender and become my slave! Iâll cherish you for the rest of my life.â
âD-Donât mock me!â
âIs that so?â
I increased the intensity of the ăSemen Draină even further.
âUgh, agghhhh!â
The owner let out a cry, arching his back and a trickle of blood dripped from his nostrils.
However, I didnât intend to relent. The semen continued to flow into the depths of my uterus. The interior of my vagina overflowed with copious amounts of milky fluid, seeping out from the connection point and trickling down.
âS-Stop, please! Iâll⊠Iâll become your slave, anything! Just stop!â
âThen, would you allow me to take control of the girlsâ bar?â
âD-Do as you please! J-Just⊠please, no moreâŠâ
âVery well. Iâll grant you forgiveness after I drain you once more, just enough to keep you alive.â
âWhat!?â
The face of the owner is twisted in terror and itâs always a sight to behold.
Though this owner is honestly not quite satisfying, there are certain etiquettes to be maintained as a Master. I intend to cherish him for a while longer, until heâs thoroughly drained.
Either way, once he has experienced this pleasure, he wonât be able to resist me anymore.
ăEndă
Acknowledgement
I deeply appreciate picking up my work, Confinement King 5.
Itâs your old friend, Masai.
In this fifth volume, Iâve included the first half of the ăDeath Game Arcă which received significant attention on the web version.
I feel like I might have written the same thing in the third volume but erotic scenes always seem to gather towards the latter part of the chapters. In this volume, Iâve kept the frequency of such scenes lower (though the content is still intense). Instead, the focus has been on enhancing the storyâs depth.
Thanks to this, the process of adapting it into a book was quite⊠well, not without its challenges.
After all, this ăDeath Game Arcă involves multiple storylines running concurrently, with numerous intricate foreshadowing elements. I had to ensure consistency as I wrote and I canât deny that it was quite a hassle. Along the way, I found myself cursing at my past self during the web versionâs writing phase, saying, ăHow complicated can you get, dear self?ă Nevertheless, I managed to complete it.
I would be delighted if you enjoy this.
And in this fifth volume, the long-awaited mascot character, beloved by readers of the web version, has made an appearance.
The instigator who introduced the eroticism of salmon to the world and led this work to be referred to as the ăSalmon Novelă in certain circles. Yes, that one.
In this volume, the appearance is just a teaser; the real deal with that character will be in the upcoming volumes.
Of course, as usual, whether the sequels will be released depends on the sales. While adding new salmon-related jokes, I hope for the possibility of publishing more sequels.
Finally, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone, including Editor H and the team at Ichinisanjo Publishing, as well as the incredible illustrations provided by Pei-sensei. Also, thanks to Ashimoto Yoika-sensei and the team at KADOKAWA, who have turned the third volume of the comic adaptation into an outstanding work.
And even after so many volumes, my family and friends who still turn a blind eye, everyone who has read the previous book versions and everyone who has read the web version and shared their thoughts and encouragement.
Lastly, I sincerely thank you, the person who purchased ăConfinement King 5ă.
Hoping that this work can provide you with enjoyable moments, I offer my greetings in this closing message.