Chapter 29

Oh, there he was, Giovanni. One more boy immune to the seductive power of a Sucubbus.

Giovanni, a talented ballet dancer, excelled academically and carried himself with a stoic demeanor, much like Vinicius. Despite his status as a virgin bisexual young man, Giovanni garnered attention for his unique blend of qualities. Some found his reserved nature alluring, while others speculated about the potential for passionate energy hidden beneath his exterior.

Maybe he was also a descendant of monks, perhaps. And she sighed. Wouldn't it be easier to find a man for this job? Why did they have to be so scarce in the AboveWorld?

But, you know what? She had no choice. The sooner she finished this, the better. With determination, she pushed her breasts forward. She imagined if he could see her, he would curl his lips in disgust. She giggled for a moment. Why was she dwelling on his potential reaction? She shook her head and focused on her task.

The boy she trailed carried a telescopic tube on his back. As she followed him into the night, she sensed another presence. She had never experienced this sensation before—a being trailing a succubus. Who would dare to do such a thing?

She tightened her grip on the trident, ready to confront whoever was behind her. Twirling her body with the weapon, she found a figure cloaked in black, prepared for her attack, arching his back like a bridge to evade the trident's strike.

When he straightened, his eyes widened—not with fear, but with alertness, ready for swift action.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Please, tell me you're not one of those fanatical church boys."

Her eyes caught his hands just as they were about to grasp the mask, but the boy paused for a moment, as if struck by a sudden brilliant idea, then swiftly delivered a kick to her belly.

Lumiria, this time, was more than prepared. She steeled her belly, causing only the sound of her feet to echo against the road as she lunged forward, attempting to strike him with the pointed end of her weapon. But he vanished, the hooded boy disappearing into the night.

The hooded boy's excitement surged as he beheld her attire, resembling true armor adorning a seasoned soldier, her movements resonating with power and precision, capable of sending exhilarating shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, a force pushed against her back, causing her trident to clatter to the ground. As she turned with eyes ablaze with anger, her back met the wall, with Vinicius's face mere inches from her own.

"Calm down. I was merely testing your reactions in a perilous situation. Haven't they taught you any martial arts moves?" he inquired.

Her glare softened as her eyes refocused on its human form. "Mr. Sabino. Are you following me?" At first intrigued, suspicion soon crept into her gaze. "Oh my devil. Is this the moment you realize you can no longer stay away from me? After hours of ignoring your texts, which feel like weeks, you come searching for me?"He chuckled, stepping away and flickered her forehead.

"Don't be silly. I usually go for a walk at night," he replied casually.

She blinked in disbelief. "At 1 a.m?"

He shuddered slightly before responding.

With a sigh, she declared, "I have to go. I can't let that boy out of my sight," her heels echoing hurriedly on the pavement.

He fell into step beside her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"So, who's your next victim?" he asked in a distracted, nonchalant tone.

"A boy who prefers boys over girls, a bit of a nerd, and undeniably attractive," she answered.

"Don't they have a male succubus for this, an incubus?" he mused.

"Yeah, but they're very rare, so we sometimes resort to illusion to arouse them and induce climax through dreams. However, the male ones, the incubi, are more effective. I need to find something that will really get him going and drain his energy," Lumiria explained.

Vinicius focused more intently on the boy. He wore a light polo shirt tucked into formal pants, his blonde hair contrasting against his fair skin, with delicate features adorning his face.

"Do you have a preference or something?" Vinicius inquired.

"What? No. They assign me these boys," Lumiria responded.

Vinicius chuckled. "Can I watch?"

Lumiria glanced at him, his face bearing a calm and indifferent expression, seemingly at ease in the night.

"It's not like you could disrupt anything. Sure, that's fine," she acquiesced. Suddenly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she continued, "If you don't mind, that is," her fingertips lightly brushing together in a gesture of shyness. “Like… getting jealous”

He laughed, shaking his head as he playfully nudged her with his shoulder. "You wish."

She smiled, continuing to walk alongside him. "Let's make a deal. Find another human who could have a relationship with you, and I'll fight him for you."

"Oh, my god, Mr. Sabino, you're so possessive," she teased.

He chuckled heartily. "You must be watching more K-dramas than usual."

"Look," she interrupted, pointing to the boy entering a gate.

"What if this time he has a weapon to disintegrate you?" he joked. She clasped her hands with his so they boy could not see them so easily.

They followed the boy arriving his room, sighing like he needed to arrive there to do this.

They stood there in silence, observing Giovanni as he sat on the bed, seemingly waiting for a moment to lie down and rest. However, something appeared to be troubling his mind.

Vinicius leaned in closer to Lumiria's ear, his gaze still fixed on Giovanni. "What does he have that's so special to possess such energy?"

"Perhaps he's similar to you in some way, I'm not sure," Lumiria responded.

"Admit it. You enjoy not having to deal with those virgin boys who fantasize about you dressing up like a warrior alien lizard," Vinicius teased.

Lumiria rolled her eyes. "You did the same, so shut up your beautiful greek mouth."

There was a brief silence between them before Vinicius spoke again. "That was different."

As Giovanni stepped out of the room momentarily, perhaps to grab a snack, Vinicius began to explore the space, searching for something.

Opening drawers, he sifted through papers with a nosy finger before moving on to the next one. "Are you waiting for him to fall asleep?" he inquired.

"I don't think he's accustomed to seeing things the way you are," Lumiria replied.

Vinicius retrieved what appeared to be some sort of agenda and continued his clandestine investigation. "Just do it," he urged.

“You’re so confident” she teased, slightly annoyed.

Lumiria sat on the bed with her legs crossed, exuding confidence. "What could go wrong? If he reacts poorly, I'll just punch him, and when he wakes up, it'll all have been just a dream," she remarked casually.

Vinicius shuddered at the thought, as if it could be so simple.

They both turned their heads towards the door as it creaked open. Vinicius stepped cautiously away from the drawers, and Lumiria rose urgently from the bed. The boy entered, carrying a glass of water, and settled onto his bed. Placing the glass on a small table, he removed his shirt, allowing his body to relax and feel refreshed, revealing pale, smooth skin with subtle muscles defining his slender frame.

Lumiria approached Vinicius, and they both watched as the boy settled in to sleep.

"So, what's your plan? Seduce him while he sleeps?" Vinicius quipped.

"It's not that simple. His mind is too strong to manipulate in his dreams. But I have no other choice but to try," Lumiria replied.

"Come on. Reveal yourself to him. He's not the type to cause a scene," Vinicius suggested.

"How can you be so sure?" Lumiria turned her head, her innocent eyes filled with indignation.

"Because if he's anything like me, he's not an idiot," Vinicius remarked with a smile, finding her confusion endearing.

Her face scrunched up in confusion, and he couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

Lumiria climbed onto the bed, straddling the boy. Closing her eyes, she concentrated deeply.

She tried to get something from his mind, something he wanted to be in the past and in his mind he wished to be now. That was a teacher.

A teacher?

Sometimes a ballet teacher, sometimes a man from his high school or college. It was hard to distinguish. Someone he felt trust. Those were what she saw on the flashes.

Vinicius crossed his arms, sighing.

“What do you see?” he whispered.

“Stop it” she whispered back.

“I want to know.”

“You will end up interfering. I’m trying to imitate a ballet teacher approaching him. Look at his cock. It’s hard.”

Vinicius eyes glanced the volume of the boy. It was getting increasingly bigger.

“Every boy volume gets hard. Make him cum is another thing.”

"I'm still new to this, alright? Other succubi don't have to exert as much effort. You're an exceedingly rare case. He's enveloped in illusion, but for a novice like me, achieving success is daunting."

"What are you doing, masquerading as his teacher?" Vinicius questioned with a furrowed brow.

"Shut up, or you'll be next in line for my... wait," she interrupted herself, eyes snapping open with the sudden spark of an idea. She turned to Vinicius, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Vinicius arched an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as he recognized the mischievous glint in her expression, a telltale sign of one of her eccentric Lumiria ideas.

"I'm concerned, yet utterly clueless about your intentions," he remarked cautiously.

"You. You're going to infiltrate his mind and seduce him," she declared with newfound determination.

"Wait, what?" Vinicius's incredulity was palpable.