The Traditional Hero Story (34)

It made no sense. I’d just had sex with her a moment ago, so why was there virgin’s blood? Did changing her appearance change whether she was a virgin, too?

But I stopped thinking about it. What did it matter whether she was a virgin or not? The only thing that mattered now was punishing this succubus, not deflowering a virgin. Her pussy did feel different, so she really did seem to be a virgin, but that wasn’t something I needed to care about.

“Sniffle, ahh, let me go! Hah, let me gooo!”

I grabbed the succubus’s small, cute ass and shoved my cock into her. She came again and crumpled. What, she’s the same even in her real body?

“Haaah… I said I wasn’t ready yet…”

The succubus clung to my chest like a magnet, panting heavily. Maybe it was because her body was smaller, but she seemed even more sensitive than she had as Mary. She’d been making such a big deal about showing me her true form, and now she was this fragile… I was disappointed in more ways than one.

“So you’re saying things will change if I give you time to get ready?”

“Uuuu… Of course! You think this is all the Succubus Queen’s daughter is capable of?! I just need time to prepare myself mentallyyy! D-don’t! I’m talking, ahh!”

The Succubus Queen’s daughter…?

She should at least keep her lies believable. This was enough to piss me off. The Succubus Queen was a voluptuous, seductive beauty with such breathtaking allure that just looking at her would make any man rock-hard. And this was her daughter...