Jeremy dragged his weary body along with great effort, stumbling back toward the bathroom in his room. Last night's wild orgy left him feeling completely drained—his sister Elena, that bitch Caroline, and Bonnie; the three of them had taken turns riding him until he was practically dead. His legs felt like jelly; with every step, the insides of his thighs burned as if on fire, while a dull ache lingered in his ass—a lingering reminder of how ruthlessly Caroline finger him. Leaning against the wall for support, he pushed open the bathroom door, stepping into the faint, steamy air that permeated the room. He stripped off his clothes, leaving his naked body exposed to the air. His cock—neither fully erect nor completely flaccid—hung somewhere in between, swaying slightly like a weary warrior gasping for breath.
He turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down over him, washing away the sweat and bodily fluids that still clung to his skin. Jeremy tilted his head back, letting the water beat against his face; he swept his wet black hair back with both hands, his gaze falling upon the large marble mirror across from him. The reflection staring back was breathtakingly handsome—sharply defined six-pack abs, a broad chest, and powerful shoulders. His face was utterly flawless—deep-set eyes and a chiseled jawline—all the result of the damned, primal Succubus bloodline coursing through his veins. Immortality, superhuman shapeshifting abilities,given by the System—they made him feel like Superman. But the side effects of that bloodline? *Fuck.* Every time he had sex, the women involved would get a sudden surge of superhuman energy—growing stronger and smarter—while he? His pleasure was amplified a hundredfold; that intense ecstasy twisted into pure torture, leaving him gasping for air,his breathing ragged, and—to top it all off—making him moan like a fucking woman.
"Fuck, this damn System…" Jeremy muttered under his breath as the water washed over his back, his mind drifting back to the chaotic events of the previous night. He actually possessed a sensitivity-control skill—a previous reward from the System—that allowed him to dial down his hundredfold sensitivity to the level of a normal man. This meant he could fuck others like a man, rather than being fucked like a slut. So why had it failed last night? Perhaps he had been too panicked, unable to focus his mind or channel his mental energy in the right direction. With those bitches straddling him, taking turns sucking his cum, he simply couldn't calm down. Elena's breasts pressed against his chest, Bonnie's tongue licked his balls, and Caroline's fingers probed his asshole... Goddammit—after the foursome ended, the System hadn't even popped up to reward him with a new ability; it had just left him hanging.
Jeremy twisted the faucet shut, and the water ceased flowing. He grabbed a towel and roughly scrubbed his body—from his broad shoulders down to his solid abs, and finally to his semi-erect cock. Once dry, he pulled on some simple casual clothes: a white T-shirt that clung tightly to his pectorals, and a pair of jeans that hugged his long, lean legs. This time, his cock finally seemed to be behaving itself; it wasn't standing rock-hard at every moment like it had been before—perhaps last night's intense draining had granted it a brief reprieve. He didn't want to spend another second in this house; the sense of humiliation gnawed at him like a venomous snake. As a man, he had been fucked by those women last night like a mere plaything—cumming countless times until he could barely stand on his own two feet. He swore that one day, he would get his revenge on those sluts—he would make them kneel on the ground and beg him to fuck them.
Downstairs, the clatter of plates and pans drifted from the kitchen. Elena and her Aunt Jenna were busy setting out breakfast. Caroline and Bonnie had already slipped away, leaving the aunt-and-niece duo behind to pretend that everything was perfectly normal. Jenna stood only five feet four inches tall; her petite frame was slightly soft and curvy, with narrow, gently rounded shoulders that gave her the air of a friendly neighbor. She wore loose-fitting loungewear over a pair of fitted jeans—an outfit that accentuated her wide hips and large, natural breasts. Her nipples were faintly visible beneath the fabric, swaying with a mature, seductive allure. Her skin was a pale beige with neutral undertones, dusted with faint freckles across her nose and shoulders. Her long, wavy golden-brown hair was tied back loosely—a messy style that nonetheless exuded a casual sexiness. Her face was round, open, and warm, yet her hazel eyes held the secrets of the previous night: she had spied on the debauchery, then retreated to her bed to masturbate, fantasizing about joining in as her fingers rubbed against her throbbing pussy, inhaling the lingering scent of semen in the air.
Elena, by contrast, was entirely different. Standing five feet six inches tall, she was slender and well-proportioned, possessing a soft, hourglass figure. Her long, straight dark-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight with a caramel sheen. Her skin was olive-toned—perpetually bronzed from the sun—and her large, deep-brown eyes were filled with possessiveness. She had a straight nose and full, slightly pouting lips. She wore form-fitting jeans and a soft sweater; the fabric clung gently to her waist and hips, accentuating her natural curves. Her face was broad and expressive, though currently graced with a relaxed smile as she helped Jenna clear the dishes—the flush of satiation from the previous night had not yet fully faded from her cheeks. Last night's group sex had left her feeling invigorated and clear-headed, but it had also sent her possessiveness over Jeremy skyrocketing—he was her younger brother, her forbidden plaything, and she would not let anyone else have him all to themselves.
When Jeremy came downstairs, he didn't spare a glance for the kitchen; instead, he headed straight for the front door, his hand already reaching for the doorknob. From behind him came Jenna's familiar voice: "Jeremy, why are you leaving so early? You haven't had breakfast yet!"
He turned around to face Jenna's round features directly. Her hazel eyes flickered with concern. Her breasts rose and fell gently beneath her apron. "Aunt Jenna, I don't have an appetite. If I get hungry, I'll eat at school," he said coldly. Without sparing a single glance at Elena standing nearby, he pulled the door open and walked out. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, leaving only silence in the kitchen.
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