"Shit… I trained so hard and yet…" Morrigan growled, tossing the controller onto the floor with a frustrated huff.
It was night, the room dimly lit by the glow of the TV screen as the two of them sat sprawled out, training late into the evening to hammer out their game plan for the upcoming tournament. Luka had beaten her ten times already, his hands casually reaching for another bag of snacks as the victory screen flashed on the display.
"Just relax and stop spamming when you're losing," he sighed, tearing open the bag and offering it to her. She snatched a potato chip and popped it into her mouth, crunching down hard as if it could vent her irritation.
"I know! But I still get angry whenever I'm against that stupid wall," she grumbled, her wings twitching behind her as she slumped back against the couch. "Feels like I can't do anything."
"That's because you panic," he said resetting the game. "You're good when you're in control, but the second you hit a block, you mash buttons like it's gonna magically fix everything. Chill out, read the pattern, and counter it."
"Easy for you to say," she muttered, grabbing another chip and crunching it aggressively. "You've been wiping the floor with me all night. What's your secret, huh?"
"I played a lot as a kid," he smirked as he wiped his hands on his pants. "You just started playing weeks ago. The fact that you got this good in such a short time proves you can get better."
She slumped further into the couch, wings fluttering slightly behind her in agitation. "That's not enough," she muttered, more to herself than him. "I've got to be ready. The tournament's coming up. What if I can't handle it? What if I choke in front of everyone?"
Luka sighed and dropped the snacks on the coffee table, turning toward her with a more serious expression. "Then you'll lose, and you'll learn from it. That's the whole point of this, right? You get better with every match, even if you lose. That's how anyone gets strong."
"But I will have to go back to my world after this…" she muttered, glaring at the TV absentmindedly. "I won't be able to play games again."
"...Yeah," he nodded, knowing how she felt. "And once you're all gone, I'll be lonely again. Though I guess I'll be married to Saki."
"You really wanna marry her? How about you come with us in our world?"
"I can't leave Saki you moron," he flicked her forehead. "She's someone I care a lot about."
"Even after throwing you to the wolves?"
"Yes. Because, even now, I feel like she had a reason. That's why I'm holding on and trying hard."
There was a long pause. Morrigan studied him for a moment, then broke into a small, reluctant grin. "You're something else, you know that?"
He gave her a lazy smile. "Yeah, I've heard that a few times."
Morrigan looked down at the controller in her hands, her fingers drumming lightly on it. "I guess… I can't just throw in the towel either. You're right, I've got to fight. Even if I lose, I've got to keep trying."
Luka nodded. "I'll find a way to meet you all again, even after everything is done. That way, we can play again."
"Really?" she looked at him with wide eyes.
"Yeah! I'll even let you show me your world, okay?"
"Let's do that!" she high-fived him with a grin.
"All right, let's go for round eleven. We've got a tournament to win!" he picked back-up the controller and chose his fighter.
"Yeah, let's do this!"
The next morning, they were both in casual outfit, Morrgian wearing the Lilith Bros cap on her head, the logo shining brightly against the rays of the sun. Luka noticed her grin as she adjusted it, clearly proud of the ridiculous little emblem of her gang.
"You look ridiculous," Luka teased, throwing on his jacket as he grabbed his bag. "But I guess it suits you."
"Hey, it's a statement," Morrigan shot back with a playful wink, adjusting the cap with a mock-seriousness. "I'm here to represent, right guys?!" She turned with a flourish, arms raised in the air.
"YEAAAAH!" The Lilith Bros cheered in unison from behind her, all wearing matching outfits—caps, jackets, and holding flags and trumpets, making an absurd amount of noise for a group that clearly wasn't part of the official event.
"I don't know if they'll allow them to enter…" Luka muttered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by their enthusiasm.
Morrigan grinned, undeterred. "Well, they'd better, because I'm not going anywhere without them." She gestured to the wild bunch now parading behind her, trumpets blaring and flags waving. "They're my bros! My guys!"
"Well, that's too much for trying to blend in…" Luka sighed as they approached the building hosting the tournament. It was a sprawling commercial center, its central atrium packed with arcade machines set up for the event. Since it was a public space, there was no real reason for the Lilith Bros to be kicked out, but Luka couldn't shake the feeling that their over-the-top presence might draw more attention than they needed.
After entering, they wove through the buzzing crowd—gamers hunched over machines, spectators chatting, and the hum of electronic soundtracks filling the air—and headed toward the registration counter. Luka and Morrigan gave their names, pre-registered a few days ago, while the Lilith Bros lingered behind, still making a racket.
"So, who's the bitch who got this whole tournament delayed?" Morrigan growled, looking around with a scowl, her blue twin-tails swaying as she clenched her fists.
"That would be Miss Morrigan Aensland," the receptionist said with a chuckle, glancing up from the registration list with an amused smirk. "She's a famous Succubus Fighter IV player, you know?"
Morrigan froze, her scowl morphing into a mix of confusion and indignation as Luka snorted beside her, barely holding back a laugh. "Wait—what?!" she barked, leaning over the counter. "You're telling me I'm the reason this thing got delayed?!"
"Nah, Aensland," Luka sighed wearily, shaking his head as he leaned against the counter. "She's a girl with the same name as you."
"Oh." Morrigan paused, her fists unclenching as she straightened up, looking kind of dumb in retrospect.
The receptionist laughed, sliding their player badges across the counter. "Yeah, happens more than you'd think," he said, still grinning. "Morrigan Aensland's some big-shot pro—been dominating the scene for years. Guess you've got a name twin out there."
Luka smirked, grabbing his badge as he shot Morrigan a sidelong glance. "Let's not get too much excited okay? Like I said, calm."
"Yeah, I know…" she sighed, taking her badge and putting it on her blue and white jacket.
Luka then looked around to seize up the opponents. "I still wonder what she look like—Holy god almighty!"
His face grew hotter as his eyes landed on a girl leaning against an arcade machine, casually watching a kid play. She was a beauty, to say the least—her emerald hair cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall, two long bangs swaying with each tilt of her smiling head. Her tall, curvaceous figure was an alluring hourglass, toned yet graceful, exuding confidence without even trying. For an arcade setting, her outfit was borderline provocative: a form-fitting, strapless black bodysuit that clung tightly to her curves, featuring a heart-shaped cutout at the chest that drew the eye. The bodysuit flowed into purple, skin-tight leggings adorned with bat-shaped patterns, and her arms were sheathed in detached, long red gloves that stretched past her elbows, leaving her shoulders bare and highlighting her sharp collarbones.
But then—
"A succubus?" Luka blinked, his gaze catching on the two bat-like wings sprouting from her back and the smaller pair jutting from the sides of her head like horns.
"Is that her?" Morrigan growled, her competitive edge flaring as she stepped forward quickly, her twin-tails bouncing with each stride. "Hey, Morrigan Two!"
The green-haired succubus turned at the sound, her head tilting as her lips curved into a sly, amused smile. Her eyes—sharp and glinting with a playful mischief—locked onto Morrigan, then flicked to Luka, lingering for a moment before she pushed off the arcade machine with a fluid grace. "Well, well, someone's calling me out already? And here I thought I would get to warm up first…"
Luka's jaw tightened, his hand readying a spell out of habit as he stepped up beside his Morrigan. "You're Morrigan Aensland?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral despite the heat still prickling his cheeks. She reminded him of a character he had seen when he was a kid.
"The one and only," she replied, her smile widening as she gave a mock curtsy, the motion somehow both elegant and taunting. "Succubus Fighter IV champ, three years running. And you two are…?" She arched a brow, her gaze darting between them with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
"Morrigan," his Morrigan snapped, jabbing a thumb at her chest. "And this is Luka. We're here to take you down, name twin or not."
Morrigan Aensland laughed—a low, melodic sound that made the Lilith Bros behind them pause mid-cheer, trumpets faltering. "Oh, I like you already," she said, resting a gloved hand on her hip as she sized them up. "A fellow Morrigan with a chip on her shoulder and… what's this?" Her eyes settled on Luka again, narrowing slightly. "A man contracted to you, hm? Interesting."
Luka frowned, the faint pulse of his contract with his Morrigan and the others humming in his chest, though he kept his expression steady. "Just here to play," he said, his voice gruff as he met her gaze. "I don't want any trouble."
"Don't worry, cutie," she replied as she stepped back, gesturing toward the arcade machines with a flourish. "Brackets are up soon. Hope you've got more than bravado to back up that name, Morrigan Two. And you…" She winked at Luka. "Don't disappoint me."
Morrigan—his Morrigan—growled under her breath, her fists clenching as Aensland sauntered off toward the crowd, her wings swaying with each step. "I'm gonna crush her," she muttered, cracking her knuckles. "No way she's walking out of here with my name on top."
Luka sighed, adjusting his cap as the Lilith Bros resumed their noisy cheering behind them. "Just focus on the game," he said, though a smirk tugged at his lips. "She's good, but we've got this. One round at a time."
The tournament floor buzzed with anticipation, and as they moved toward the brackets posted on a big screen near the center of the atrium, Luka couldn't shake the feeling that facing Morrigan Aensland was going to be a tough challenge. Her confidence, her presence—it wasn't just flair; she had the skills to back it up. Still, he pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task ahead.
The playoffs kicked off soon after, and they both managed to carve their way through the early rounds. Morrigan breezed through her matches with ease, her opponents mostly eager kids who'd entered with stars in their eyes, only to get dismantled by her aggressive playstyle. She didn't even break a sweat, tossing cocky grins at Luka between rounds as the Lilith Bros cheered her on like a personal hype squad.
Luka, on the other hand, had a rockier path. Most of his matches were straightforward, but one stood out—a tense showdown against a solid player who knew the game inside and out. The match stretched to five rounds, a nail-biter that ended 3-2 in Luka's favor. He'd had to dig deep, relying on every trick he'd honed over years of playing, and even then, it was a close call. As the final hit landed, he exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair while the crowd around him murmured in approval.
"Nice one!" Morrigan called over, her voice cutting through the noise as she leaned against her own machine, arms crossed and a grin on her face. "Thought you were toast for a sec there."
"Yeah, this guy was tough," he sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as he stood, stretching his fingers. "You need to watch it, though. Don't get cocky just because you're steamrolling newbies."
"Yeah, I know," Morrigan growled, casting a sidelong glance across the bustling tournament floor to where Aensland was playing. "I saw her play and… Damn, she's a real pro. None of the people over there even hit her once during the playoffs."
"…You're joking, right?" Luka blinked, turning to follow her gaze, his brow furrowing as he tried to spot the green-haired succubus through the crowd.
"I wish. They were too busy looking at her to even play."
"Oh… So that's what happened," Luka sighed, a chuckle slipping out as he shook his head, piecing it together.
Across the room, Morrigan Aensland was mid-match, her movements fluid and precise as her character danced across the screen, effortlessly dodging and countering every move her opponent threw at her. The poor guy facing her—a lanky teen with a nervous grin—was visibly flustered, his eyes darting between the screen and her provocative outfit more than they should've. The crowd around them buzzed with excitement, but it was clear Aensland wasn't breaking a sweat, her sly smile never faltering as she racked up another perfect round.
"She's playing them like a damn fiddle," Morrigan grumbled, cracking her knuckles as she watched. "Skill's one thing, but that's just unfair."
"Perhaps you should've come with your usual outfit…" Luka muttered, his voice low as he glanced at her. Yeah, she'd attract glares too . Morrigan's standard getup—tight, revealing, and unmistakably succubus—wasn't exactly subtle either; it could've turned just as many heads as Aensland's bodysuit.
As they spoke, Aensland finished her match with a flourish, her character delivering a final, devastating combo that left the teen's health bar empty. The crowd erupted in cheers, and she stepped back from the arcade machine with a playful little flourish. Then, leaning in, she planted a quick kiss on the flustered teen's cheek, leaving him red-faced and stammering as she sauntered away, her emerald hair swaying and her wings giving a subtle flutter.
"Well, that's one way to seal a win," he said, his tone dry as he watched the teen practically melt into his chair, the crowd still buzzing around him.
"Damn! I love her cosplay!" a guy commented from the crowd, making Luka cringe.
Aensland stepped over to them a smile turned especially at Luka. "So, I believe we will face each other soon. Unless you didn't pass the playoffs?"
"I did!" Morrigan growled. "And I'll beat your ass!"
"That, I like," the green-haired succubus smirked. "I like people who don't give up."
"I'm here too, you know," Luka sighed.
"Oh? You passed too?" Aensland chuckled, flashing him a smile that made his face heat up despite himself. "Does that mean we might play against each other too?"
"Yeah! Luka's better than me, so if I lose, he'll beat your ass!" blue-haired Morrigan added, her eyes sparking with challenge as she jabbed a thumb toward him, her competitive grin widening.
"Beat my ass, hm?" she chuckled with a smirk.
"I'll try," Luka shrugged with a smirk. "By the way, did you copy the style of a famous video game character or something?"
"Hm?" She blinked, her smirk faltering for a split second before she let out a cryptic chuckle. "I wonder…" she mused, her tone light but evasive as she twirled a strand of her emerald hair around a gloved finger. "Anyway, good luck for the next rounds. I hope to see you soon." With that, she turned on her heels, her wings giving a subtle flutter as she waved a hand over her shoulder and winked, sauntering off into the crowd.
Luka watched her go, his smirk lingering as he adjusted his cap. "She's dodging the question…"
"Who cares? You have me! Why do you care about her?" Morrigan growled, grabbing his arm and shaking it slightly, her blue twin-tails bouncing as her wings twitched with a mix of irritation and possessiveness.
"I don't know…" Luka shrugged, his smirk fading into a thoughtful frown as he glanced back toward where Aensland had disappeared into the crowd. "I have this nostalgic feeling when I see her, that's all. Like I've seen her—or someone like her—before." He shook his head, brushing it off. "Anyway, let's focus. We've got more fights ahead."
Morrigan huffed, letting go of his arm but keeping her eyes on him, her scowl softening into something closer to curiosity. "Nostalgic, huh?" she muttered, crossing her arms. "Better not be some weird crush distracting you. I need you sharp if we're taking her down."
"Relax, it's not like that…" he said, his tone reassuring.
Though… Why do I get all tingly inside when I see her? Eh, whatever.
"Anyway, let's keep our head in the game."
She grumbled under her breath but nodded, her competitive fire flaring back up as she cracked her knuckles. "Fine. But if she's in your head, I'm dragging you out of it when we face her," she said, her grin returning with a fierce edge. "No way I'm losing 'cause you're daydreaming about some green-haired showoff."
"You're the showoff…" Luka muttered, smirking as he dodged the playful jab she aimed at his shoulder.
The Lilith Bros, ever-present, picked up the shift in mood and launched into another round of cheers, their flags waving wildly as their trumpets blared. "MORRIGAN! LUKA! CRUSH 'EM ALL!" they shouted, drawing a few annoyed glances but bolstering the pair's momentum.
They pressed on through the tournament, the stakes rising with each round. Morrigan faced some tough challengers, her matches growing tighter—two of them ending in nail-biting 3-2 victories. She gritted her teeth through the losses but pulled out the wins with raw determination. Luka, meanwhile, breezed through his competition, his fingers dancing across the joystick with practiced ease as he piloted his favorite character to victory after victory.
Finally, they reached the quarterfinals. The crowd's energy was electric, the atrium packed with spectators as the brackets narrowed. Luka glanced at the screen, his smirk fading into a focused frown as the next matchup flashed up: Morrigan versus Morrigan Aensland.
"Here we go," he muttered, nudging Morrigan as they approached the designated arcade machine. The Lilith Bros were already in full swing behind them, their trumpets blasting a chaotic fanfare as they waved their flags emblazoned with Morrigan's name.
Morrigan cracked her neck, her blue twin-tails swaying as she stepped up to the machine, her grin fierce and unyielding. "Time to shut her up," she growled, flexing her fingers over the controls. "No more strutting around like she owns the place."
Across from her, Morrigan Aensland sauntered up with that same effortless grace, her emerald hair catching the neon lights. She leaned against the machine for a moment, her sly smile widening as she locked eyes with her blue-haired name-twin. "Looks like it's the both of us now, hm? Let's have fun."
"Yeah! I'll grind you to a pulp!" Morrigan shot back, her eyes blazing with competitive fire as she gripped the joystick.
Aensland chuckled, straightening up as she rested her gloved hands on the controls, her smirk unwavering. "I can't wait to see how you play," she replied.
The screen flared to life, the Succubus Fighter IV logo flashing before the character select screen loaded. The crowd pressed in closer, a mix of cheers and murmurs rippling through as the Lilith Bros amped up their noise, their trumpets blaring a triumphant—if off-key—melody. "MORRIGAN! MORRIGAN! SHOW HER WHO'S BOSS!" they bellowed, waving their flags with wild abandon.
Luka stepped back, crossing his arms as he settled into a spot where he could watch the screen. "Don't let her psych you out," he called to his Morrigan. "You've got this."
She flashed him a quick, fierce grin over her shoulder before locking in her character—a fast, hard-hitting brawler she'd mastered over their late-night training sessions. Aensland selected hers with a casual flick of the joystick—a graceful, combo-heavy fighter that matched her own fluid style. The countdown began, the crowd's noise swelling as the match kicked off.
The first round started with a flurry of movement, Morrigan charging in with aggressive combos, her fingers flying over the buttons as she tried to overwhelm Aensland from the jump. But the green-haired succubus was ready, her character weaving through the onslaught with precise dodges, countering with swift, punishing strikes that chipped away at Morrigan's health bar. The screen lit up with flashes of hits and blocks, the tension palpable as the two traded blows.
"Come on, come on!" Morrigan muttered under her breath.
Luka watched, his smirk returning as he noted the fire in his Morrigan's playstyle. Aensland was good—damn good—but Morrigan wasn't backing down.
But suddenly, Morrigan's character found itself blocked against the wall, pinned by Aensland's merciless attacks. Each time she blocked one and then was hit by another, in an endless cycle that chipped at her health.
Shit… She's losing focus again, Luka thought, his smirk fading into a frown as he shifted his weight, his eyes narrowing at the screen. He could see it—the telltale signs of Morrigan's temper flaring, her fingers starting to mash the buttons in frustration rather than sticking to the strategy they'd drilled.
"Calm down!" Luka called over the noise of the crowd, his voice firm but steady, cutting through the Lilith Bros' chaotic cheers. "You're spamming again—read her, don't just hit!"
But it was too late. Aensland's character unleashed a final, devastating combo, slipping past Morrigan's frantic blocks with surgical precision. Morrigan's health bar hit zero, and her character crumpled to the ground as the screen flashed "K.O."
"Damn it!" Morrigan snarled, slamming her fist on the edge of the machine.
"Hey, don't hurt the machine, it did nothing to you…" Aensland chuckled, seeing Morrigan lose her temper.
"I-I know," Morrigan grumbled. "This isn't over yet!"
"That's the spirit," Aensland replied, leaning against the machine with a casual ease as the screen reset for round two.
This time, Morrigan was immediately pinned against the wall, but she listened to Luka's advice and began reading her opponent's movements. After getting a few hits, she managed to land a full combo, her character hitting with her ultimate.
A good chunk of Aensland's health bar was now gone, but the succubus didn't as much flinch. She continued to twirl the joysticks with a playful hum, her hips dancing in rhythm with the game. Her character countered with a well-placed combo, and then with another that took out most of Morrigan's health.
"The hell? When can I play?!" Morrigan growled as she tried to get out of the combo, but she was getting hit in loops until finally—
"K.O!" The screen flashed again, Aensland's character striking a victorious pose as Morrigan's crumpled once more.
"Tch…" Morrigan clicked her tongue, stepping back from the machine with a scowl, her fists clenched tight. With two rounds won by Aensland, the match was slipping out of her grasp—it'd take a miracle to turn it around now.
"You almost got it," Morrigan Aensland leaned back, looking at Luka over her shoulder. "You sure you don't want to tag your cheerleader for the last round?"
"I don't need his help," Morrigan glared at her, her competitive fire still burning despite the odds. "One more round. I'm not out yet."
The screen reset for the third round, the crowd's energy surging as the countdown ticked down. The Lilith Bros rallied, their flags waving furiously as their trumpets blared a desperate, off-key encouragement. "MORRIGAN! MORRIGAN! YOU CAN DO IT!" they shouted, their enthusiasm unshaken even as the odds stacked against her.
Morrigan exhaled sharply, her blue twin-tails swaying as she rolled her shoulders, shaking off the sting of the last two rounds. Across the machine, Morrigan Aensland tilted her head, that sly smile still playing on her lips, but there was a flicker of respect in her sharp eyes as she readied her stance. "Show me what you've got, name-twin."
The round kicked off with a burst of color and sound, the characters clashing in a flurry of pixelated strikes. Morrigan played smarter this time, her aggression tempered by Luka's earlier advice. She baited Aensland's character into overextending, dodging a heavy combo with a well-timed sidestep before retaliating with a punishing string of hits that shaved off a chunk of Aensland's health bar. The crowd erupted, the Lilith Bros' cheers rising to a fever pitch as Morrigan's character landed a satisfying uppercut, sending Aensland's fighter staggering back.
"Yes! That's it!" Luka called from the sidelines.
Aensland's smirk didn't falter, though her fingers moved with renewed precision, her character weaving through Morrigan's follow-up attacks with a dancer's grace. She countered with a slick aerial maneuver, chaining into a combo that clipped Morrigan's health bar down to a sliver. The screen flashed with each hit, the tension mounting as both health bars teetered on the edge. Morrigan gritted her teeth, her fingers tapping even more furiously against the buttons.
The final moments of the round were a blur—both characters unleashing their ultimates in a clash that lit up the screen with a storm of effects. Morrigan's brawler began throwing a flurry of punches, but Aensland's character dodged at the last second, sidestepping before her character vaulted over Morrigan's for a counterstrike. A single blow, perfectly timed that drained the last of Morrigan's health.
"K.O!" The screen blazed with Aensland's victory animation, her character posing with a flourish.
Morrigan stepped back from the machine, her chest heaving as she dragged a hand through her bangs, her expression a storm of frustration and begrudging respect. "Damn it… she's good…"
Aensland chuckled softly, stepping around the machine with that same effortless grace, her emerald hair catching the neon lights as she approached. "Not bad at all, name-twin," she said, her tone warm despite the taunt in her words. "You've got fire—I like that. Keep it up, and you might actually give me a run for my money next time." She flashed a wink before turning her gaze to Luka, her smile sharpening with intrigue. "Your turn soon, cutie. Don't keep me waiting."
Morrigan growled under her breath, her competitive streak flaring at the dismissal, but Luka stepped forward before she could retort, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You did good," he said, his voice steady as he met her glare with a small, reassuring smirk. "She's just got more experience. Use this—learn from it. You'll get her next time."
"Tch… yeah, I know," Morrigan huffed, crossing her arms as she shot Aensland's retreating figure a glare. "Still pisses me off, though."
"That's what losing does, hehe," he chuckled, ruffling her hair.
The Lilith Bros swarmed around her, their energy undeterred by the loss as they waved their flags and chanted her name, trumpets blaring in chaotic harmony. "MORRIGAN! MORRIGAN! STILL THE BEST!" they shouted, drawing a reluctant grin from her despite her foul mood.
Luka turned his attention to the bracket screen, his expression hardening as his own matchup loomed closer. He'd made it through the quarterfinals earlier with a steady 3-1 victory, his opponent a skilled but predictable player who couldn't keep up with his mix-ups. Now, the semifinals were up next—and if Aensland kept her streak, he'd likely be facing her in the finals.
As the crowd shifted and the next matches were announced, Luka caught sight of Aensland across the floor, her wings giving a subtle flutter as she chatted with a group of admirers, her laughter carrying over the hum of the arcade. That nostalgic tingle crept up his spine again, stronger this time, but he shook it off, focusing on the task at hand. Whoever—or whatever—she was, he'd figure it out after the tournament. For now, he had a fight to win.
The semifinals rolled around quickly, the atrium buzzing with anticipation as the remaining players stepped up to their machines. Luka's match was first, pitted against a wiry guy with glasses who'd been tearing through his opponents with a tricky zoning character. The guy had a reputation for playing keep-away, forcing his opponents into mistakes with relentless projectile spam and defensive traps.
Luka settled into his seat, his fingers flexing over the controls as he locked in his character—a balanced fighter with strong mid-range options, perfect for closing gaps and punishing overextensions. The first round started cautiously, the wiry guy immediately setting up his zoning game, lobbing projectiles across the screen while backpedaling to keep Luka at a distance. But Luka was patient, blocking and inching forward, waiting for an opening.
The crowd murmured as the match unfolded, Luka's deliberate pace a stark contrast to the flashy aggression of earlier rounds. He baited a whiffed projectile, dashing in with a quick combo that cracked through the guy's guard, taking a solid chunk of his health. The wiry guy adjusted, tightening his defense, but Luka stayed relentless, mixing up his attacks with feints and grabs to keep him guessing. The round ended with a narrow victory for Luka, his character landing a clean uppercut as the timer ticked down.
The second round was tighter, the wiry guy adapting to Luka's pressure with better spacing and counterpokes, but Luka's fundamentals held strong. He played the long game, chipping away at his opponent's health with safe, consistent hits until he sealed the round with a well-timed super, the screen flashing with the final blow as the crowd cheered.
The third round was a formality—Luka's opponent tilted, overcommitting to a risky combo that Luka punished with a devastating counter, ending the match 3-0. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as the victory screen rolled, the crowd's applause washing over him.
He shook hands with his opponent and went back to Morrigan's side, which greeted him with a thumbs up. "Great job! Damn, you're good! Perhaps you could beat her."
Luka smirked, standing and stretching his fingers as he glanced toward the other semifinal match wrapping up across the floor. Sure enough, Morrigan Aensland was stepping away from her machine, her opponent—a stocky guy with a headset—slumping in defeat as the screen flashed her victory. Another perfect run, not a single round dropped.
She caught Luka's gaze from across the room, her sly smile curling as she gave him a playful wave. "See you in the finals, cutie," she mouthed, her voice drowned out by the crowd but the message clear.
Luka adjusted his cap, his smirk sharpening as he met her challenge with a nod. "Yeah," he muttered to himself, cracking his knuckles. "Let's see what you've got."
The atrium pulsed with anticipation as the finals loomed, the crowd swelling around the central arcade setup where the last match would take place. The Lilith Bros had claimed a prime spot near the front, their flags waving furiously as their trumpets blared a triumphant—if slightly off-key—fanfare. "LUKA! LUKA! BRING IT HOME!"
Morrigan stood beside Luka as he approached the designated machine, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of pride and lingering irritation from her own loss. "Don't let her get in your head," she warned as she elbowed him slightly. "She's tricky. And she change her playstyle all the time."
"I know," Luka replied as he flexed his fingers one last time, his eyes locked on the machine. "I've watched her play. She doesn't make a lot of mistakes, I'll have to take risks."
Across the setup, Morrigan Aensland sauntered into view while waving a hand at her fans. The neon lights glinted off her emerald hair, her bat-like wings giving a subtle twitch as she leaned against the machine for a moment, sizing Luka up. "So, I hoped we would go into the finals together," she chuckled as she rested her hands on the controls. "The cheerleader steps into the ring. Hope you're ready to give me a real fight."
"I'll try my best. Let's have some fun, okay?" he said as he settled his hands on the joysticks.
Aensland's lips curled into a wider smile, her eyes narrowing slightly with intrigue as she nodded in acknowledgment. She selected her character with a swift flick of the controls—the same sleek, combo-heavy fighter she'd used to dismantle Morrigan earlier, its graceful animations a perfect mirror to her own fluid style. Luka selected his own, this time a slow and heavy-hitting character but very weak to combos.
"Huh?" Aensland blinked, her smirk faltering for a split second as she registered his choice, her head tilting slightly in curiosity. Her character was an obvious counter to his, built to exploit his weaknesses with relentless chains and mix-ups, yet he'd chosen it anyway. The screen flared to life, the Succubus Fighter IV logo blazing in bold neon hues before fading into the versus screen, the crowd's noise swelling into a fever pitch as the countdown timer pulsed down with an electric hum.
The first round kicked off with a cautious exchange, Aensland probing Luka's defenses with a series of quick jabs and feints, her character darting across the screen like a flickering shadow. Luka played conservatively at first, blocking her initial flurry while looking for an opening to land one of his heavy hits. He baited a low sweep, sidestepping at the last second and retaliating with a bone-crunching launcher that sent her character airborne, following up with a brutal aerial combo that shaved off a third of her health bar in one go.
Aensland's smirk didn't waver, though her eyes sharpened with focus as she adjusted her approach. "Good start," she murmured, her fingers dancing over the controls. She shifted her playstyle mid-round, slowing her pace and baiting Luka into overcommitting. When he swung for another heavy hit, she slipped past it with a perfectly timed dodge, chaining into a dizzying combo that pinned Luka's character against the wall, her attacks looping with relentless accuracy. His health bar plummeted, and despite a desperate block, Aensland landed the final blow with a flashy ultimate, the screen flashing "K.O!" as her character posed triumphantly.
"Tch," Luka muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders as the crowd buzzed around them, the Lilith Bros' cheers growing more frantic. "Knew that was coming."
"Told you she switches it up," Morrigan growled from the sidelines.
Aensland chuckled softly, resting her chin on one gloved hand as she shot Luka a teasing glance across the machine. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. I wonder why you picked that character?"
"You'll see soon enough," he smirked, his focus narrowing to the screen as it reset for the second round. Luka adjusted his grip on the joystick, his mind racing to dissect Aensland's shifting patterns. He'd chosen this character for a reason—its raw power could turn the tide in an instant if he played his cards right, even against her relentless adaptability. The round began with a tentative exchange, Aensland probing with quick jabs while Luka circled back, his heavy-hitter poised for a punishing counter. He baited her into a risky dash, sidestepping at the last second and landing a devastating launcher that sent her character skyward, chaining into a brutal combo that carved off a hefty chunk of her health bar.
But Aensland wasn't rattled—she adjusted again, her playstyle morphing into something more defensive, using her character's speed to dance around Luka's slower swings, peppering him with chip damage while staying just out of reach. Luka gritted his teeth, recognizing the trap she was setting, but he refused to back off. He feinted a heavy attack, baiting her into a counter, then caught her with a surprise grab, slamming her character into the ground for another solid hit. The health bars teetered closer to even, the crowd on edge as the timer ticked down, each second amplifying the tension until Aensland slipped through his guard with a sudden mix-up, chaining into another punishing combo that drained the last of Luka's health in a flash of pixelated fury.
"K.O!" flashed across the screen again, her character posing with a taunting flourish as the crowd roared, split between awe at her skill and sympathy for Luka's valiant effort.
"Damn it," Luka exhaled, leaning back slightly as he cracked his knuckles, his smirk fading into a look of grudging respect. "She reacts fast…"
"One last round," Morrigan Aensland tilted her head, with a smile.
"Yeah, I know…"
Luka flexed his fingers, shaking out the tension as the screen reset for the final round. He could feel the eyes on him—Morrigan watching from the sidelines, the Lilith Bros holding their breath, and, of course, Aensland herself, perched like a predator ready to pounce.
"You're adapting well," Aensland mused, her voice smooth but laced with amusement. "But I wonder… can you keep up?"
"You should ask that yourself," he grinned.
The final round began, and this time, neither of them rushed in recklessly. They circled each other, trading small hits, neither wanting to overcommit. Aensland feinted twice, testing his reactions, but Luka didn't bite. He was patient now, reading her movements, waiting for the exact moment to strike.
But just as he was about to give a jab, she moved—too fast for a normal player. A perfectly timed counter that forced him into the corner. Luka gritted his teeth, blocking each hit as best as he could, his health bar ticking downward. But then, just as she went for the finisher, he found his window.
A perfectly timed parry.
The screen flashed with a golden glow as Luka's character absorbed the hit and countered with a brutal strike that staggered Aensland's fighter. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Luka didn't waste the opportunity—he chained into a devastating combo, his slow but powerful character bringing the full weight of its attacks down on Aensland, sending her health plummeting.
She barely recovered, rolling back with a sliver of HP left. But Luka knew better than to celebrate early. A cornered opponent was the most dangerous kind, especially someone like her.
"Not bad," Aensland murmured, eyes gleaming with something between approval and excitement.
Then she went all in.
Her movements blurred as she unleashed her most unpredictable combo yet, weaving through his defenses with ups and downs at a stupid speed. His health dropped, then dropped again—until they were both at their last hit, one move away from a comeback.
The crowd held its breath.
Aensland dashed forward. Luka reacted on instinct.
A split-second clash.
Then—
"K.O.!!"
The screen exploded in bright letters, the victor standing tall.
"Fuck…" Luka sighed heavily, seeing Morrigan's character cheering on the screen. "3-0 back to back? That's rough…"
Aensland chuckled, stretching her fingers as she leaned back in her chair. "It's not a bad loss if you make me work for it."
Morrigan smacked Luka on the back with a laugh. "Damn, man, you really went for it. Thought you had her for a second there."
"Yeah, me too," Luka muttered, rubbing his face. "I swear I saw an opening…"
"You did," Aensland said, standing up gracefully. "That's why I had to change my tempo at the last second. You adapt fast. But in the end…" She gave him a smirk. "Not fast enough."
Luka shook his head, letting out a short laugh. "Guess I'll just have to keep grinding."
"That's the spirit," she said with a satisfied nod.
"By the way…" Luka muttered, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Do you mind if I invite you for the day? You're a succubus, right?"
"What are you talking about?" she chuckled, giving him a wink. "It's just a cosplay."
"Ahaha, a cosplay, yeah," he smirked, standing up fully now. "But you didn't refuse the invitation."
"Hmmm…" She tapped a gloved finger to her chin, her smile widening as she tilted her head, sizing him up with renewed curiosity. "I'm curious what kind of house a man contracted to a succubus lives in," she mused, her tone dripping with intrigue as she took a step closer, her emerald hair swaying with the motion.
The crowd around them began to disperse, some lingering to snap photos of the finalists while others drifted back to the other arcade machines, the buzz of the tournament winding down into a satisfied hum. The Lilith Bros swarmed Luka and Morrigan, their flags waving wildly as they chanted his name despite the loss, their enthusiasm undimmed. "LUKA! LUKA! STILL A CHAMP!"
"You got a whole lot of cheerleaders with you too…That's fun." she mused, waving at the group. "So, lead the way?"
"Of course. Don't lose sight of us in this crowd."
"if you provide some excitement… Why not?" she winked.
"Luka…" Morrigan growled from behind him, her hand gripping his shoulder tightly.
"Morrigan, sit," he ordered, his contract flaring up to life, making the blue-haired succubus stop in her tracks.
"Tch—You bastard!"
"Alright, let's get going!" Luka clapped his hands, ignoring his friend to guide Morrigan Aensland back home.
"So… This is where you live?" she asked, seeing the house in this suburban residence.
Luka nodded, unlocking the front door with a jangle of keys as he pushed it open, stepping aside to let her in. Immediately, Astaroth greeted them with a smile.
"So… Our losers came back," she smirked, but it immediately faltered as she saw Morrigan Aensland enter.
"You were watching us?" Luka blinked at the comment, unfazed by her reaction as he kicked off his shoes and tossed his keys onto a nearby table.
"Hello~♪" Aensland waved at Astaroth with a sultry smile, her eyes narrowing as she closed the gap between herself and Luka in a single fluid step.
Astaroth's gaze flicked between Aensland and Luka, her smirk replaced by a wary frown as she crossed her arms, the faint glow of her own demonic aura pulsing in response to the new presence. "And who's this supposed to be?" she asked.
"Just a friend from the tournament," Luka replied casually, though there was a slight edge to his tone as he glanced at Astaroth, silently urging her to dial back the hostility. "She's sticking around for a bit. No big deal."
"And what's your name?" Astaroth asked, her arms crossed.
"Morrigan Aensland," the interested replied, the name rolling off her tongue. "Pleased to meet you, Miss bare-chest."
"Ah—!" Astaroth jumped slightly at her name.
THERE ARE TWO OF THEM? OH, DARK GODDESS HAVE MERCY.
"Relax," he said, waving a hand dismissively as he tried to stifle his amusement, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "I think she's aware there are a few succubi in here. No need to get all jumpy." He glanced at Aensland, noting the playful spark in her expression, then turned back to Astaroth with a raised brow. "Anyway, let's go to my room for more privacy, okay?"
"You're a bold man, Luka," Aensland chuckled, her voice a sultry purr as she slid closer, looping her gloved arm through his with a playful tug, her wings fluttering faintly as she pressed herself just a touch nearer. "I like that. Show me~"
Luka smirked despite himself, though he felt the weight of Astaroth's glare—and Morrigan's renewed growl from behind—boring into his back as he led Aensland upstairs toward his room.
But soon enough, they entered the room, the space calm despite the numerous residents.
"Not exactly a palace," Luka said as he stepped inside, gesturing for Aensland to follow. "So sorry in advance."
Aensland sauntered in after him, her gaze sweeping the room with a mix of curiosity and amusement as she took it all in. "It's fine, don't worry," she chuckled as she jumped on the bed, kicking off her heels. Morrigan followed after but stayed still at the door.
Luka crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he met her gaze. "So, what's your deal, anyway?" he asked, his voice casual. "You're a succubus that appeared a long time ago? The organizers knew you from 3 years ago…"
Aensland tilted her head, her emerald hair spilling over one shoulder as she propped herself up on her elbows, her smile widening into something cryptic yet inviting. "Oh, they said that, did they?" she mused, her tone teasing as she tapped a gloved finger against her lips. "Well, I've been around the scene for a while, sure."
"How?" he shrugged. "Succubi only began to appear a few weeks ago. And I hoarded all of them."
"Hey! We're not objects!" Blue Morrigan objected.
"Sit."
"Waah!" she screamed as she was forced to sit on the ground by Luka's order.
Aensland's melodic chuckle filled the room, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched the exchange, her gloved hand rising to cover her mouth for a moment before she leaned back on the bed, her wings spreading slightly against the pillows. "Oh, I like this dynamic," she said as her eyes flicked between the two. "You've got things handled, don't you Luka?"
"Eh, not really," he gestured to the small box on his desk. "Not long ago this blue-haired idiot drained me to death for no reason."
"Oh," Aensland's playful expression faltered into a frown as she sat up, her curiosity piqued. She slid off the bed with a fluid grace, her wings folding neatly behind her as she stepped over to the desk, her gloved hand reaching for the object. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands as she examined it closely, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly. "Don't tell me… this thing returns you from the dead?"
"Yup," Luka nodded, his tone nonchalant as he scratched the back of his neck, though there was a flicker of something heavier in his eyes. "Trial thing. Don't worry too much about it, though…"
"That must have been rough… Are all the succubi like that one over there?" she asked, glancing at Blue Morrigan.
"She's one of the most chill, in fact…" Luka admitted with a wry chuckle, scratching his neck again as he leaned back against the wall, his gaze drifting to Morrigan for a moment before returning to Aensland. "You don't drain people?"
"I can, but I don't," she sighed, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation as she crossed her arms. "Seriously, you're not lucky."
"I think he was pretty lucky…" Morrigan muttered in the corner.
"So…" Luka sighed. "How did you get in this world in the first place?"
"I got transported here a long time ago," she chuckled, resting a hand on her hips. "Though I guess I wasn't making myself known. Explain why you didn't know."
"How about you stay here then? Until we figure out how to return you back home?"
"Sorry, cutie," Aensland replied with a teasing lilt, flicking a strand of her emerald hair from her face with a graceful motion "I'm not fleeing from one home just to get back inside another." She paused, her smile softening as her gaze lingered on him, her fingers dancing lightly across the edge of the desk before trailing up to rest gently against his chest. "But if you want, I can stay for a day… show you a thing or two in fighting games."
Luka raised a brow, his smirk returning as he felt the warmth of her touch through his shirt, though he didn't pull away, his curiosity outweighing the faint flush creeping up his neck. "A day, huh? Guess I could use some pointers after that 3-0 wipeout. You're on."
Morrigan groaned dramatically from the floor. "Oh, come on!" she snapped as she glared at the two of them. "Don't tell me you fell for her already!"
"Relax, Morrigan—"
"Yes?"
"Not you," he chuckled, shaking his head at Aensland's comment. "It's just a day. Besides, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her—and not just your combos I mean."
"Don't act like she's better than me!" Morrigan whimpered, her eyes glistening with frustration.
"I mean… Hey, Miss Aensland?" he turned to face the other succubus. "Would you kill me if we had, huh… You know?"
"Why would I do that?" she deadpanned.
"Well, you got your answer Morri," he chuckled, turning back to the blue-haired idiot. "I met her a day and I like her better already!"
But as the words left his mouth, Morrigan's expression crumpled, her eyes welling up as tears began to spill down her cheeks, her wings trembling as she let out a quiet, hiccuping sob.
"You're a bit mean, Luka," Aensland crossed her arms. "That heart of yours isn't as white as I thought."
"Oh, come on, it's just a joke…" he sighed, walking over to Morrigan. "Hey, it's fine, I still like you—"
Morrigan sniffled, swiping at her tears with the back of her hand as she glared at him through watery eyes. "Hey, Morrigan two!"
"Hehe, what?" Aensland chuckled.
"I challenge you again!" Morrigan stood up, pointing a finger at her. "Who gets to give Luka here the most pleasure wins!"
"Oi, we talked about this yesterday…"
"Teehee, how about that? What do you think?"
"What?" Luka turned around and blinked, his jaw dropping slightly as his gaze landed on Aensland, who had already slipped onto the bed with a fluid grace, reclining against the pillows with a sultry smile. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade as he watched her play with the edge of her bodysuit, her gloved fingers teasing the heart-shaped cutout at her cleavage.
"I think this is going to be fun, come on," Aensland beckoned him with a slow, deliberate gesture. "Don't look so worked up, okay?"
"You're fine with that?" Luka sighed. "A duel in bed?"
Aensland's smile widened, her wings giving a playful flutter as she propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze never leaving Luka's. "Oh, I'm more than fine with it," she purred, her tone dripping with confidence as she patted the space beside her on the bed. "A little competition never hurt anyone… and I'm curious to see how much fire your blue-haired friend has left in her."
"You still haven't told me what you're doing in this world and—"
But Luka was cut off as he was pushed on the bed by the blue-haired Morrigan.
"I'm just here to have fun, that's it. So how about we give each other a night to remember, hm?" Aensland chuckled.
"We're in the middle of the day…" Luka grumbled.
"Same thing!" Morrigan shot back with a cheeky giggle, her wings fluttering as she leaned down closer, her competitive spark now fully ignited as she glanced over at Aensland with a challenging smirk.
"I'm not one to back down from a challenge, you know that right?" Aensland chuckled as she pressed herself closer to Luka.
"Shut up! I'm going to give Luka the time of his life myself!" Morrigan grinned as she pressed herself on Luka's back, effectively sandwiching him.
Luka let out a muffled groan, his face half-buried in the pillow as he found himself caught between the two succubi, their combined weight pinning him in place as the bed creaked under the sudden commotion. "You two are gonna crush me before you even start," he muttered, though his voice carried a reluctant amusement as he tried to wriggle free, his cheeks still flushed from the unexpected turn of events.
Aensland's melodic laugh filled the room as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against Luka's ear as she teased, "We're just getting started. I heard great things about you, don't disappoint me, okay?" Her gloved fingers danced along his shoulder, while her emerald eyes gleamed with playfulness and challenge as she glanced at Morrigan over his head.
Morrigan huffed as she tightened her grip on Luka while shooting a glare at the other succubus. "Back off, Greenie! I've got this!" she declared, her aura flaring blue.
"Oi! Cut it out!" Luka wriggled as he felt the tingly sensation of her aura beginning to coat him. "No aura! Forbidden!" he growled as his contract flared red, ordering her to stop.
"Wha—" Morrigan paused, feeling her power cease. "Hey! I was about to make you cum!"
"Don't you get it?" Aensland sighed, picking up Luka's chin before leaning closer. "It seems you don't know how to truly give pleasure." She pressed her soft lips on his, her leg propping on him.
Luka's breath hitched, his flush deepening as Aensland's kiss lingered, her lips soft and teasing yet carrying an effortless confidence that left him momentarily dazed. Morrigan let out an indignant squawk, her hands gripping Luka's shoulders as she tried to pull him back toward her.
"Hey! No fair!" Morrigan snapped. "You can't just swoop in like that!"
Aensland pulled back from the kiss with a soft chuckle, her lips curving into a sly smile as she rested her chin on her hand, her leg still draped casually over Luka's. "Then how about you keep up with the pace, hm? Or perhaps you're too slow?"
"C-Could we just… not?" Luka took a deep breath, his voice tinged with exasperation as he tried to wriggle out from beneath her, his cheeks still flushed. "Why does it have to turn into sex immediately?"
"Because I haven't got my quota of entertainment yet," Morrigan replied while keeping her hand on his chin. "Since you didn't put up much of a fight in the tournament, I hope you do in bed."
"Are you challenging me?" Luka narrowed his eyes, a slight pout puffing his cheeks.
"Yup, she is!"
Luka blinked, startled by the sudden interruption as his head snapped toward the source. The window was now open, a faint breeze ruffling the curtains, and a new figure had slipped into the bedroom with an almost childlike enthusiasm. She was a short-haired girl with vibrant purple locks, clad in a red bunny suit sans the ears, the color bleeding into blue tights with bat symbols that hugged her legs. Tiny red bat-wings sprouted from her head and back, mirroring Aensland's own, though where Aensland's figure was all curves up top, this newcomer's assets were unmistakably concentrated in her hips and rear. Her round, shiny eyes locked onto Luka as she leaned over the windowsill, a wide grin spreading across her face.
"Are you guys playing? Can I come too?" she asked, her tone bubbly and eager as she rested her chin on her hands, her red wings fluttering excitedly.
"That girl… What are you doing here?" Morrigan Aensland snapped her head back to meet her.
"I'm Lilith! Glad to meet you all!" the purple-haired girl waved her hand around enthusiastically, her grin widening as she hopped fully through the window and landed with a bounce,
"Lilith now…" Luka muttered.
"Did someone call me?" another voice piped up, this one familiar yet distinct, as yet another figure appeared at the doorway.
Luka's head whipped around, his jaw dropping slightly as he recognized the second Lilith, the Blue Morrigan's big sister.
The one with big boobs now… Am I in danger?
"Are you sisters as well?" Lilith Aensland asked, looking at the other Lilith.
"We are," she replied. "And you two are…?"
"Morrigan Aensland," the green-haired succubus replied with a smile, hugging tightly Luka.
OKAY STOP!" Luka suddenly shouted, his voice cutting through the room like a thunderclap as he broke free from Aensland's grip, stumbling back a step as he waved his arms in exasperation. "TOO MANY SIMILAR NAMES! BRAIN FRYING!"
"Okay! You two!" Luka pointed at Blue Morrigan and the purple-haired Lilith, his brow furrowing as he tried to sort through the chaos in his head. "The blue and purple-haired ones! Wait, the other Lilith has purple hair too…" he grumbled, his gaze darting between them as he rubbed his temples. "Alright! The one with big boobs and the flat—Shit! That's the same for the two sisters as well!"
The room fell into a brief, stunned silence as the four succubi stared at Luka, processing his outburst.
"Okay! Got it this time!" he pointed at the little Lilith. "You're BB Lilith—No! I can't just contract Big Butt into BB because Big Boobs is also BB!" he scratched his head furiously. "Okay, you're red Lilith since you wear red! And you're purple Lilith since you…That doesn't work either…"
"You're already confusing me, Mister…" the big-butt Lilith muttered.
"Alright! You're Cute Lilith!" Luka decided, jabbing a finger at her before swinging it toward the big-boobed Lilith. "And the other is Ara-Ara Lilith! Or rather, Mom Lilith!"
"I thought Minagi-sama was the mom…" Blue Morrigan muttered under her breath.
"And the other two," Luka continued, pointing at the two Morrigans with a triumphant grin, "Green Morri and Blue Morri—good enough?"
"Hey! She's Morri Two! I'm the real one!" both Morrigans protested in unison, their voices overlapping as they glared at each other.
Lilith Aensland giggled at the sight, clapping her hands while the other sighed while leaning against the doorframe, seeing how the two Morrigan lashed out at each other.
Luka groaned, collapsing back onto the bed as he dragged both hands down his face, his voice muffled as he muttered into his palms. "Let's just… Forget it, sort it out yourselves…"
"I am fine with Cute Lilith," the red one jumped on his lap, her eyes meeting his. "So you're Luka, huh? Is it true you will come to the Moonlight Festival too?"
"Huh?" he blinked, staring at her dumbfounded.
"That girl…" Green Morrigan sighed. "We weren't supposed to tell him that."
"Oh, oops," she waved her hand dismissively. "Forget what I just said then."
Luka's brow furrowed, his earlier exasperation giving way to a spark of curiosity as he propped himself up on his elbows, staring at Cute Lilith still perched on his lap. "Wait, hold on—what's this Moonlight Festival?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion as he glanced between her and Green Morri, who was now avoiding his gaze with a faint grimace.
"Nothing you need to worry about right now," Green Morri replied smoothly, her smile returning as she slid closer to him on the bed, her gloved hand resting on his shoulder in a distracting gesture. "Just some… succubus business. You'll find out when the time's right, cutie."
"Yeah, don't spoil the surprise!" Cute Lilith added with a wink while bouncing on his lap, making the mattress creak. "It's gonna be so much fun!"
"I have a question as well," Blue Morrigan added. "Do you have an Astaroth with you?"
"Huh?" both Aensland blinked at her question. "No, why?"
"Good, we stay the trio then."
"Yeah…" Luka sighed in relief. "I wouldn't last with a Morrigan trio or something…"
"Anwyay…" Lilith Aensland giggled as she had already unbutooned his pants.
"H-Hey! So fast!" Luka yelped, peeking down in alarm just as the door slammed shut behind Mom Lilith, who had been leaning against the frame. Her crimson eyes locked onto him with a predatory smile, her voluptuous figure casting a shadow as she stepped closer.
"No killing! I don't want to die today!" Luka shouted, his voice cracking as he scrambled to try to sit up, but Cute Lilith's fat ass pinned him down.
"Relax, cutie," Green Morri chuckled, her gloved hand sliding up his chest as she leaned in close. "No one's dying today."
"Yeah, it's just a little fun!" Cute Lilith giggled, undeterred as she tugged at his waistband with a playful grin.
Blue Morri's tail began to snake around his legs as she hugged him tighter. "Yeah, for once you'll be fine. Probably."
"That's right," her sister added, kneeling closer to him on the bed. "We're going to take good care of you…"
Luka yelped, his voice cracking as he tried to squirm free, but Cute Lilith's weight—amplified by her generous lower half—kept him firmly pinned, while Blue Morri's tail tightened its grip, and Green Morri's hands roamed with a teasing lightness. "H-Hold on! Can we at least set some ground rules or something?" he stammered, his hands flailing uselessly as Mom Lilith's fingers brushed along his jaw, tilting his head toward her with a knowing smile.
"Rules?" Green Morri chuckled, her lips hovering near his ear as her breath sent a shiver down his spine. "The only rule is for you to have fun."
Cute Lilith giggled again, leaning forward until her face was inches from his, her round eyes sparkling with delight. "Yeah, no rules, just vibes!" she chirped, shifted her hips, making Luka jolt beneath her. "You're so cute when you're all red like this—ooh, let's see how red we can make you!"
Blue Morri huffed, her competitive streak flaring as her tail coiled tighter around his legs, pulling him back toward her as she pressed her chest against his back. "Back off, you two! I'm the one who challenged him first—I get dibs!" she declared, her hands sliding around to his shoulders as she tried to reclaim her territory.
"Oh, please," Mom Lilith teased, her voice a rich, velvety drawl as she leaned in from the side, her fingers threading through his hair with a gentle tug. "He's the one who purposefully went into my arms to have fun last time. Isn't that right, Luka?" her crimson eyes locked onto his, her smirk widening.
"DON'T START WITHOUT ME!" Astaroth suddenly shouted from outside the window, entering the room with a huff. "There! Let's see which is best!"
"Sister!" Morrigan beamed up, but that only made Luka tremble uncontrollably at the news.
"Okay, at three, we start! Luka gets to choose who was the best at then end!" Lilith Aensland declared, tugging fully on his underwear to free his erection.
"Three…"
They all leaned closer, their eyes—emerald, blue, crimson, purple—locked onto him. Luka's heart pounded in his chest, his flush spreading from his cheeks to his ears.
I'll die, won't I?
"Two…"
I don't think even the statue would be able to save me here…
"One…!"
Mom, dad… I'll soon join you.
Let's fight!
The room erupted into a whirlwind of motion and sound as the five succubi descended upon him, their laughter and teasing banter filling the air. Cute Lilith giggled as she straddled his hips, engulfing his dick completely, her bouncy energy making the bed creak. Green Morri slid in beside him, her gloved fingers tracing teasing patterns across his chest as her lips found his neck in soft kisses and teasing bites. Blue Morri's tail tightened around his legs, the tip finding his testicles to tease him while she played with his nipples.
Mom Lilith leaned over him, his head now on her lap and her hands caressing his cheeks. Astaroth was right next to her, kissing him passionately with her tongue.
"G-Guys, slow down!" Luka gasped in between breaths in panic and reluctant amusement as the succubi's combined efforts overwhelmed his senses. His nostrils were attacked by various scents—jasmine, rose, lavender and even wildflowers, making his mind spin. His protests dissolved into flustered sputters as Cute Lilith's giggles mingled with Green Morri's sultry chuckles, Blue Morri's possessive grumbles clashing with Mom Lilith's calm, teasing murmurs and Astaroth's throaty moans.
"You're doing so well, cutie," Green Morri purred against his neck, her lips brushing his pulse point as her bites grew sharper, her gloved hands sliding lower to grip his sides. "Don't tense up now—we're just warming up."
Cute Lilith let out a delighted squeal, her hips rocking with a relentless enthusiasm that made the bedframe protest. "Look at him! He's completely out!"
"Back off, you little gremlin!" Blue Morri growled, her tail flicking with precision as it teased him further, her fingers tweaking his nipples harder in a bid to reclaim his attention. "Ahaha! I'm the one who's gonna win!"
Mom Lilith chuckled softly, her fingers stroking his cheeks as she tilted his head back further into her lap. "Oh, let them fight it out, Luka. You just focus on me for a moment…" Her voice was a soothing balm amidst the chaos, but her teasing smile promised no real reprieve as she leaned down, brushing her lips against his forehead in a featherlight kiss.
Astaroth pulled back from their kiss with a satisfied hum, licking her lips. Her hands slid down to his shoulders to knead them with a possessive strength. "I'll relax you a bit," she teased, her voice husky as she dove back in, her tongue tangling with his again.
Luka's head reeled, his body caught in a tug-of-war between the succubi's relentless attentions—every touch, every scent, every sound piling onto the last until he felt like he might combust. "I—I can't—!" he stammered, his voice breaking into a half-laugh, half-whimper as Cute Lilith's rhythm quickened, Green Morri's bites sent sparks down his spine, Blue Morri's tail drove him to the edge, Mom Lilith's gentle caresses anchored him, and Astaroth's kiss swallowed his last shred of coherence.
"Hmmm…" Mom Lilith mused, pulling back slightly to study Luka's flushed face, her crimson eyes narrowing as she noticed his dazed expression—his senses too scattered, his body trembling more from overload than pleasure. "He's not going to cum anytime soon like this… it's too much at once."
"Maybe we should go one by one?" Cute Lilith asked as she stopped her movements.
"Or at least two max," Morrigan Aensland added. "How about we settle this with a game? Switch every five minutes?"
"Good idea!" Blue Morrigan chirped. "And then the team who makes him cum in those five minutes gains a point!"
"But we're not even…" Mom Lilith muttered, her brow furrowing as she glanced around at the odd number of succubi, her hands still cradling Luka's face gently.
"Just let's go you three against us two," Morrigan Aensland chuckled. "How about that, Luka?"
"Eh…Ehehehe…" he chuckled happily. "Let's go for that girls… I love you all." His words spilled out in a breathless rush, a goofy grin spreading across his face as the overstimulation gave way to a strange, delirious affection.
"Awww…" Green Morrigan chuckled. "He is so cute like that."
"Okay, rules!" Cute Lilith clapped her hands, hopping off Luka's lap to bounce on the bed beside him. "Team Green—me and Green Morri—versus Team Blue—Blue Morri, Mom Lilith, and Astaroth! Five minutes each, and whoever gets him over the edge scores a point! Agreed?"
"Agreed!" Blue Morri nodded eagerly, her tail flicking as she shot a competitive glare at the other team. "We're winning this, no question."
"Don't underestimate us," Green Morri purred, sliding closer to Luka again as her gloved hand rested on his thigh, her smile sly and confident.
Luka let out a shaky laugh, his head still spinning as he looked between the two teams, his earlier panic softening into a mix of dread and amusement. "You're all gonna kill me anyway, just slower now…" he muttered, though his grin widened as he sank back against the bed, resigned to his fate. "Alright, let's do this—who's first?"
"Team Green!" Cute Lilith declared, pouncing back onto his lap with a giggle. The clock was ticking, and Luka braced himself for the next five minutes, wondering just how many points this game would rack up before he tapped out—or if he'd even survive to choose a winner.
Green Morri (Aensland) wasted no time, sliding up beside him with a sultry chuckle as she pressed her generous cleavage against his face, her gloved hands framing his head as she pulled him into a deep, consuming kiss. Her lips were soft yet insistent, her tongue teasing his with a practiced ease that sent his already racing pulse into overdrive.
The scent of jasmine flooded his senses, mingling with the warmth of her body as she smothered him in her embrace, her kiss swallowing his muffled gasps.
At the same time, Cute Lilith giggled breathlessly as she shifted atop him, her hips trembling with a flushed excitement as she swallowed his shaft with her pussy. Her movements were eager and erratic, her face glowing with a mix of delight and exertion as she rocked against him, her generous lower half amplifying every shake and thrust.
Luka's head spun, his breath stolen by Green Morri's kiss while Cute Lilith's rhythm sent jolts of sensation through his lower half, the dual assault leaving him teetering on the edge of coherence. "Mmph—!" he managed to choke out against Green Morri's lips, his hands wrapped around her.
"See? We've got this," Green Morri purred as she pulled back just enough to let him catch a ragged breath, her gloved fingers tracing his jaw as her cleavage remained pressed firmly against him. "You're already melting, aren't you, cutie?" Her wings fluttered as she dove back in, her kiss deepening with a hungry edge.
"Team Green's gonna win so fast!" Cute Lilith chirped between gasps, her hips shaking as she quickened her pace. "I feel him twitching already!" Her voice was breathless, her face flushed a deep pink as she leaned forward, her hands bracing against his chest for leverage.
From the sidelines, Blue Morri huffed, her tail flicking impatiently as she crossed her arms, her competitive glare burning into her rivals. "Tch, they're hogging him! We're next, and we're gonna crush it," she grumbled as she glanced at Mom Lilith and Astaroth, who watched with varying degrees of amusement and anticipation.
Mom Lilith smirked, her crimson eyes glinting as she leaned against the headboard, her fingers tapping idly against her thigh. "Let them have their fun… we'll show them how it's done."
Astaroth cracked her knuckles. Five minutes, huh? I'll make him scream in one," she boasted. "I know all his sweet spots."
Luka's mind was a haze of sensation—Green Morri's lips and cleavage overwhelming his upper half, Cute Lilith's relentless hips driving him wild below—his body trembling as the clock ticked on. The first round was barely halfway through, and already he was wondering if he'd make it to Team Blue without a single climax.
Still, he held on, his resilience surprising even himself as the five-minute mark approached. The clock rang out with a sharp chime, signaling the end of Team Green's turn, and the room stilled for a moment as the succubi paused their onslaught.
Green Morrigan sighed as she pulled back from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva linking their lips for a fleeting second before she brushed it aside with her thumb, her emerald eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and mild frustration. "Tougher than I thought," she murmured, her gloved hand lingering on his cheek as she slid off him.
Cute Lilith pulled out with a pout, her red wings drooping slightly as she stepped aside, her face still flushed as she crossed her arms. "Aw, no points for us yet?" she whined, her voice a breathless pout as she glanced at Luka, her purple hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "You're too good at holding out, Luka!"
Luka let out a shaky laugh, his chest heaving as he slumped back against the bed, his flush still bright across his face and neck. "I—I'm just trying to survive here…" he muttered, his voice hoarse but tinged with amusement as he caught his breath, his body buzzing from the ordeal yet miraculously intact.
"Team Blue's turn!" Blue Morrigan declared, her tail flicking with renewed energy as she pounced onto the bed, her wings flaring as she straddled his hips, her competitive grin widening. "No way we're letting them show us up—let's do this!" Her hands gripped his shoulders, her tail already snaking around his legs as she leaned in close, her blue twin-tails brushing his chest.
"Whoa! Morrigan!" he called out but Mom Lilith slid in beside him with a smirk, her boobs pressing on his chest. "Time to really test you," she chuckled, as her finger traced one of his nipples.
Astaroth didn't hesitate, leaping onto the bed with a fierce grin as she swung a leg over him, planting herself squarely on his face, her white panties already discarded somewhere in the room. "Remember how we did it, Luka?" she purred, her husky voice dripping with confidence as she brushed her hair back with both arms, her crimson eyes gleaming down at him. She felt his warm breath between her thighs, a shiver of anticipation running through her as she settled in. "Let's do it again!"
Luka's muffled yelp was lost beneath Astaroth's weight, his hands flailing briefly before being caught by Lilith as the triple assault hit him full force. Morrigan's sleek vagina was impossibly hot and she began rocking her hips violently. "Come on, cum Luka! Cum!" she beckoned with a fanged grin, her feet planted firm on the bed to help her go faster.
Mom Lilith's chuckle was a low, velvety sound as she pressed her chest harder against his, her finger circling his nipple with a teasing precision before giving it a light pinch. "This will be easy…" she murmured, her tongue tracing out to lick his other nipple.
Astaroth hummed in satisfaction, her thighs clamping gently around his head as she shifted her hips, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she felt his breath against her. "That's it, Luka—just like last time," she teased, her voice husky as her hands braced against the headboard.
The clock ticked on, Team Blue relentless in their assault. Blue Morrigan's hips slammed down with fierce determination, her tail flicking wildly as she chased her point, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. "Cum already, Luka! Don't make me wait!" she growled.
Mom Lilith's teasing grew bolder, her finger now joined by her lips as she sucked lightly on his nipple, sending jolts through his chest. Her other hand slid down his side, nails grazing his skin just enough to make him squirm. "You're trembling so much… give in," she whispered against his skin.
Astaroth's movements above him turned slower, more deliberate, savoring every reaction she coaxed out of him as she ground herself against his mouth. "Mmm, you're doing good down there."
If I cum here I'm so deaaad! he thought, restraining himself to lick the pussy sliding on his mouth.
After a torturous five minutes, the chime rang out. Blue Morrigan let out a frustrated huff, pulling back with a scowl as her tail uncoiled from his legs. "So close! You're such a pain, Luka!" she grumbled, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her own enjoyment.
Mom Lilith chuckled softly, giving his nipple one last teasing lick before sitting up, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really progressed Luka…" she said, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she slid off the bed.
Astaroth climbed off him with a reluctant sigh, her thighs releasing his head as she stretched her arms above her head, smirking down at him. "Almost had you there… you're lucky the clock saved you," she teased.
Luka gasped for air, his chest heaving as he lay there, his body buzzing with leftover sparks. "Y-You're all insane…" he rasped, his voice shaky but laced with a begrudging grin as he wiped sweat from his brow. "No points yet, huh?"
"Not yet," Green Morrigan purred from the sidelines, her emerald eyes glinting as she stepped forward with Cute Lilith in tow, Team Green ready for round two. "But we'll change that soon enough. Ready for us again, cutie?"
This time, Lilith Aensland mimicked Astaroth's earlier move, mounting his head with a playful giggle, her ass and thighs enveloping him completely as she settled in, her wings giving a cheeky flutter. Meanwhile, Green Morrigan slid down his body with a sultry smirk, her gloved hands guiding her as she slowly engulfed his penis within her, her warmth drawing a muffled groan from Luka beneath Lilith's weight.
The clock ticked on, and Team Green dived into their turn with eager intensity. Lilith Aensland shifted her hips slightly, her thighs pressing down as she leaned forward, to see his squished face. "Don't squirm too much down here," she teased before moving up and down his face.
Green Morrigan let out a low hum of satisfaction, her movements slow as she took him deeper, her emerald eyes flicking up to meet his dazed gaze—or what little she could see of it past Lilith's form. She held his hands lovingly before quickening her pace.
However this time, it was too much, the earlier sensations having already driven him to the edge—
And he came explosively inside Morrigan, his body shuddering despite being pinned down.
"That's one point!" Morrigan licked her lips, feeling his hot seed filling her up. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze before continuing to rock her hips.
Lilith Aensland giggled as she lifted herself off his face, her thighs releasing him. "And one down!" she chuckled before putting herself back on him.
"Argh! Luka! You weakling!" Blue Morrigan growled from the sidelines, her arms crossed. "Why didn't you come in me?"
"Hmmmph…" he let out a muffled groan that only irritated her further.
"That's no excuse!" she shouted with her fist in the air.
The minutes dragged on, the teams switching sides and changing positions each time the clock chimed. At one point, Team Green even let Luka take the initiative—his hips slamming against Lilith Aensland's as she braced herself on all fours, her giggles mixing with moans while Green Morrigan knelt beside him, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss, her gloved hands cradling his face. Not to be outdone, Team Blue mirrored the tactic in their next turn, with Luka pinning Blue Morrigan in a mating press, her legs bent back as he thrust into her with desperate intensity while Mom Lilith watched with a sly smirk, Astaroth hugging him from behind, her arms wrapped around his chest as she whispered teasing encouragement into his ear.
Minutes stretched into an hour, and an hour bled into a full hour and thirty minutes, the room thick with heat and the scent of their combined exertion. The succubi's laughter and taunts filled the air, punctuated by Luka's breathless gasps and groans as the competition raged on, each team vying for dominance in their relentless game.
"5-2!" Green Morrigan cheered triumphantly as she felt Luka cum inside her again, her emerald eyes gleaming with victory as her wings gave a proud flutter. "We said the first to five wins—looks like we did!" She rocked her hips one last time, savoring the moment before pulling back, her gloved hand brushing against Luka's sweat-slicked thigh as she grinned down at him.
"How?!" Astaroth stared in bewilderment at the scene, her crimson eyes wide as she threw her hands up in frustration. "How are they better than us?"
"Without our powers, we're not that skilled…?" Mom Lilith mused, her tone thoughtful as she watched Luka still pounding into Green Morrigan, his movements slower now but still driven by instinct despite his exhaustion. She crossed her arms, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she tilted her head, considering the outcome with a mix of amusement and begrudging respect.
Luka finally collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his body trembling from the marathon of pleasure. "I… I'm done… you all win…" he rasped, his voice hoarse as he dragged a shaky hand across his face, a tired grin spreading despite his utter exhaustion.
Green Morrigan chuckled softly, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to his forehead. "Good game, cutie," she purred, her voice warm as she slid off him, her wings folding neatly behind her as she stretched her arms above her head.
Lilith Aensland plopped down beside him, her purple hair a mess as she giggled breathlessly. "That was so much fun! We gotta do this again sometime!" she chirped, her red wings fluttering as she poked Luka's cheek playfully.
Blue Morrigan clicked her tongue, crossing her arms with a pout "Tch… next time, I'm not holding back…"
"Anyway, how about we take a breather?" Morrign Aensland proposed. "Luka, where do you play games?"
"In… The living room…" he said between gasps. "Go play…" he waved his head toward the door. "I'm staying here…"
"Alright!" Blue Morrigan pumped her fist. "This time I'll beat you!"
"Fufu… You're on!"
"Gimme a break…" Luka sighed, his balls completely drained.
Lilith Aesnland stayed alone in the room with him, while the others all left. She lay next to him her eyes locked onto his with a smile.
"Something you want…?" he asked, smiling too.
"Let's have fun next time, okay?" she asked, her smile widening.
"Yeah… See ya next time Lilith."
They clapped hands, and she left, leaving him all alone in the room.
His eyes closed despite himself, and he fell into a deep sleep, the exhaustion of the day taking over him.
And the next morning, the Aenslands were gone, waiting for him another time.
At the Moonlight Festival