Yu sat slumped in the wreckage of the room—clothes ripped off, cushions skewed, his body slick with sweat and cum that no amount of cleaning could hide. Callen and Adrian lay sprawled beside him, utterly spent, their chests rising and falling like they'd run for multiple days, not just one. Their faces were slack, their hands limp, their skin clammy with exhaustion.
And Yu… Yu was still trembling. Still burning.
His nails dug into his thighs as he tried to clamp down, to force his Incubus hunger back into its cage. He curled forward, breath hitching in his throat, whispering to himself—almost pleading.
"Stop, stop, stop."
But his body screamed, his womb ached, his skin buzzed. Like a mortal who had tasted sin for the very first time, he couldn't un-know it, couldn't un-want it.
He needed more.
The lilac screen flickered back into his vision. DK01 stirred from standby, its clipped, digital tone the first sound to cut through the haze.
[Host, you're still in Incubus feeding mode? This is a problem. There is a risk of either you collapsing or even death by overdraining, of them and yourself. I recommend an alternative outlet to calm your Incubus nature.]
Yu's head snapped up.
"Alternative?"
[‐10 JP]
Something shimmered, pixelated, into his hands. Heavy. Slick. Silicone. Yu blinked at the shape—
An obsidian dildo.
"Are you—kidding me?"
He hissed, shaking the thing like it had insulted him. His hazel eyes glowed bright red, his lips twisted.
"I don't want this—I want them."
He jerked his head at the ruined men beside him on the floor.
DK01's tone was dry, exasperated, but unyielding.
[Read. The. Description.]
Yu rolled his eyes, impatient, clicking open the glowing text. The words spilled across the lilac screen, sharp and surreal.
[Incubus Resonance Conduit— A thick, living dildo forged from obsidian desire-glass. Once a being's fresh semen is smeared along the shaft, the conduit tethers to that single soul. From that moment on, it perfectly mimics the tethered lover's cock in every detail—size, girth, the exact curve, the way it throbs when they're aroused, even the rhythm and force of their thrusts, recreating every stroke in real time—no matter how far away they are.
Effect: When marked with being's semen, this vessel tethers to the chosen partner. It mimics their size, shape, stamina, and rhythm in real time. Functions as a living proxy.
Limit: Only one tether at a time.]
Yu's lips parted. His heart gave a dangerous flutter.
He could… have them again. Both of them, at once, if he wanted—Adrian's steady, feral drive, Callen's desperate, reckless fervor—captured in this one object, ready to feed his hunger even when they themselves lay unconscious.
His grin bloomed, slow, wicked. But then his excitement faltered.
Only one tether at a time.
The weight of the dildo grew heavier in his palm as his eyes flicked between the two men sprawled on the ruined floor. Adrian, his tattoos gleaming faintly in the dim light, lips parted in shallow breaths. Callen, golden hair plastered to his forehead, face slack in exhausted sleep.
Yu licked his lips, hunger gnawing.
"...So the question is…"
He whispered to himself, eyes flashing red as he tightened his grip on the conduit.
"Who do I tether first?"
The lilac glow hovered. The weight of the conduit throbbed against Yu's palm, heavy with potential.
He glanced left. Callen—golden-haired, lean, his cock had been quick to harden, quick to pound. Reckless, savage, desperate. He'd filled Yu with messy hunger and left him aching, wanting more. His length was respectable, his stamina laughable, but his rawness… it had been thrilling in its own way.
Then his eyes slid right. Adrian. Thick, veined, heavy in Yu's hand every time he had guided it into him. His sheer girth left Yu trembling, his tattoos marking his back, shoulders and arms—something dangerous, forbidden, and yet so damn arousing. Adrian had lasted longer than Callen, round after round, even when his body screamed for rest. And his technique—feral but purposeful—made Yu's insides sing with every rut.
Yu chewed at his lip, hazel eyes glowing red as his Incubus instincts clawed at him. His heart thundered. His body quivered. He could almost taste both of them on his tongue again.
Callen's wild abandon.
Adrian's ruthless control.
Callen's pretty-boy smirk.
Adrian's dark tattoos and solemn eyes.
Callen's thrill.
Adrian's stretch.
Yu's fingers tightened on the conduit.
"…Tattoos win."
He whispered, breath shuddering. His eyes glinted with something sharp, wicked.
He crawled forward, over the tangled clothes and throw blanket, until he reached Adrian's sprawled body. Adrian barely stirred, chest rising in shallow breaths, but his cum still clung slick to his skin, pooled faintly against his stomach and thigh. Yu dipped the dildo down into the sticky mess.
The moment it touched, the conduit pulsed. A hum vibrated through Yu's hand, deep and alive, before a brilliant white shine burst across its length. Slowly, sinuously, the dildo reshaped, stretched, thickened—until Yu was staring at a perfect replica of Adrian's cock. Thick. Heavy. Veined. Gleaming with the shimmer of magic.
Yu gasped, eyes wide, his pulse quickening. He brushed his thumb over the now-flesh-like shaft, feeling the same heat, the same weight. It twitched in his hand like it belonged to a living body.
A laugh—half hysterical, half thrilled—slipped past his lips.
"Oh gods…"
Yu whispered, biting down on his knuckle as his eyes drank it in.
"It's perfect."
The hunger inside him roared back to life.
Yu stared at it a moment too long—his lips parted, chest rising with shallow, greedy breaths. The conduit twitched in his hand again, the fleshy weight of it so alive, so Adrian.
The temptation roared, drowning out DK01's static warnings.
He couldn't wait. He wouldn't.
Yu shifted back onto the couch, his legs trembling as he spread them, one knee hooked awkwardly against the armrest, the other pressed into the cushions. His fingers trembled as he guided the conduit to his entrance, slick with anticipation. With a sharp inhale, he slid it inside.
The ease was shocking—like his body had been waiting for this exact shape.
And then—movement.
Yu's eyes flew wide, a gasp clawing from his throat. The conduit bucked inside him on its own, driving in deep, dragging back with a teasing slowness before slamming forward with brutal precision. Every angle was perfect. Every thrust devastating. It was Adrian, at his absolute peak, condensed into relentless rhythm.
Yu's head fell back, brown hair spilling, hazel eyes glowing fiercely red as his voice broke out in a chorus of gasps and moans.
"Ah—! Nngh—oh f-fuck—"
The conduit knew when to pound him mercilessly, when to linger with a deep grind, when to angle itself just-so against his sweet spot until sparks shot down his spine. He didn't have to move. He didn't even have to touch. It was as though the toy had linked directly to the raw memory of Adrian's body rutting into him, replaying it with flawless precision, over and over.
Climax slammed into him before he could brace. His thighs quaked violently, toes curling against the cushions, his back arching high as slick heat spilled across his stomach.
But the conduit didn't stop.
It withdrew, dragging agonizingly slow until Yu whimpered, then slammed back in, tearing another ragged cry from his lips. Another climax, another roll of his hips chasing it. Again. Again. The rhythm never faltered, only adjusted, learning him, ruining him.
By the fifth time, Yu was sobbing openly, not from pain but from sheer bliss. His voice cracked, his body shuddered uncontrollably, but his lips curled in desperate, delirious hunger.
He gave no sign of wanting it to stop.
Not now. Not ever.
The rhythm never broke.
Yu's nails dug into the couch cushions, his body slick, his voice hoarse from the constant stream of moans and broken cries. Each thrust felt like it reached deeper than the last, pulling him apart, filling him, wringing him dry only to flood him with more heat.
Climax blurred into climax, so many he lost count. His belly was painted, thighs trembling, his head lolling against the couch armrest as if he'd already gone past human limits.
Still, his hips rolled, begging for more.
The conduit obeyed mercilessly. It split him again and again, unrelenting, hitting his sweet spot with a precision that was almost cruel. Yu sobbed out, voice breaking—half in pleasure, half in desperation.
[Host! Your vital levels are reaching critical range. Your mind is at risk. Overuse of conduit will cause a physical breakdown as well as an emotional one that is detrimental to the mission.]
Yu gasped, tears streaking his flushed cheeks, shaking his head violently.
"N-No—don't stop! I-I need—ahhhhnn—!"
[WARNING! HOST AT RISK OF BREAKING.]
[TERMINATION LIKELY IF THIS CONTINUES.]
He didn't care. He couldn't. His Incubus instincts were screaming for more, his body arched and shuddered like he was built to be ruined like this. The conduit slammed home once more and he shattered again, his vision blinding white as he came, the glow in his hazel eyes spiking—
And then—silence.
The thrusts vanished. The brutal rhythm collapsed into emptiness as the conduit dissolved mid-motion, disintegrating into lilac particles before reforming into a static icon of Adrian's dick in Yu's system inventory. A lock was placed over the icon and it faded to gray.
Yu screamed at the loss, hips bucking against nothing, his release dripping down his thighs, his body twitching with unfulfilled aftershocks.
[I've forcibly recalled the item for your own safety. Further use is locked until you, Host, acquires self-control over your Incubus self feeding. I recommend essential training before purchasing of advanced items.]
DK01's tone was clipped, mechanical, and merciless.
[Learn control, or next time you won't stop yourself in time. I can't always protect you, Yu.]
Yu's blurred gaze tried to focus, but his lashes fluttered shut. His body quaked once, then finally stilled. With a sigh of exhaustion and hunger still gnawing inside him, he slumped sideways into the couch cushions.
Darkness claimed him at last.
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The moonlight streaming in through the blinds cut sharp lines across the living room, catching on the wreck of tangled limbs and clothes that still littered the floor.
Callen stirred first, groaning low as he tried to roll onto his side. His muscles screamed in protest, and even the small effort of sucking in breath felt like punishment.
"Goddamn…"
He wheezed, trying for a cocky smirk, his lips quirking as his green eyes slid over Adrian.
"Guess… tattoos don't come with stamina, huh—"
The laugh he tried to push out collapsed into a painful cough, his whole body seizing, and he nearly blacked out again from the effort.
Adrian, pale but composed in his own stubborn way, shifted just enough to tilt his head. Even that small motion made the ink across his shoulders strain. He exhaled sharply, gaze cool as he looked Callen over.
"Pathetic."
He muttered hoarsely.
"You look like you'll never stand again."
Then, with grim resolve, he turned his head away, jaw tight, refusing to give Callen the satisfaction of another word.
The two of them lay there in silence, both too proud to admit they couldn't even sit up. All they could do was wait.
Minutes dragged.
Then, finally, Yu stirred. A soft sigh slipped from him as he stretched long across the couch, spine bending, arms arching over his head like a cat waking from a luxurious nap. His hazel eyes blinked slowly open, catching the late evening light.
He felt radiant. Loose. Limber. Like his every nerve had been reset. His body hummed with vitality—positively brimming with it, as if he'd spent a week at a spa instead of a day pinned and ravaged between two desperate men.
He rubbed his eyes, hummed softly to himself—until his gaze landed on them.
Callen and Adrian. Both collapsed on the floor, faces tight with pain, muscles visibly seizing at the smallest shift. Utterly wrecked.
Yu sighed.
"Well…"
He murmured under his breath, lips quirking with tired fondness.
"There goes most of my new energy."
Still, he pushed himself up, bare feet padding across the wrecked carpet. He gathered damp towels and wipes from the bathroom, his movements brisk and efficient, before crouching down between the two ruined men.
"Honestly…"
Yu said with a soft chuckle as he began wiping them down, cleaning the sweat and the mess from their limp bodies.
"The both of you, big talk… and now you can't even breathe without looking like you're dying."
They were too sore to bite back, though their glares tried.
Yu hummed lightly, finishing the job with care, before slowly shifting them—one by one—to the couch. They groaned, half-protesting, but he managed to shuffle them into place on the damp cushions so at least they weren't sprawled helplessly across the floor.
That left the floor itself.
Yu fetched rags and a pale of warm water, straightened his spine, and began cleaning diligently, humming under his breath as though he were tidying up after nothing more serious than a messy dinner.
Callen slumped against the couch, head tilted back, green eyes narrowed into a squint as he watched Yu moving across the room. Every step was light, easy, his hair bouncing, his face glowing like he hadn't just spent twenty-four hours pinned between them.
'How…?'
Callen thought bitterly, every joint in his body screaming with soreness.
'How the hell does he look more radiant after all that?'
He shifted, trying to flex his legs, only to wince so hard he nearly saw stars.
'No, worse—why do I like it? Why do I want to chase it again, even if it kills me?'
On the other end of the couch, Adrian's dark brown eyes tracked Yu as well. His inked arms trembled faintly from even resting on the cushions. Each motion Yu made—kneeling, wiping the floor, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear—burned itself into Adrian's mind.
'Perfect…'
He thought grimly.
'Too perfect. Every little thing he does feels like it's meant to keep us orbiting him.'
His lips pressed tight.
'Whatever it is…it's working. Look at me. Broken. Still willing. Still wanting.'
Neither spoke aloud, but the air between them grew taut with unspoken agreement:
Yu was dangerous. And irresistible.
Yu, meanwhile, found refuge in the rhythm of his cleaning. The floor came first, his small hands working quick circles until the stains and sweat were gone. He hummed faintly, focusing on the neatness he could create, not the mess that had caused it.
Then he scurried to his room. A brisk scrub at his own skin, fresh clothes that smelled faintly of lilies, and a comb through his long hair until it fell neatly again.
He returned armed with clothes—shirts and sweats from the laundry room—and set to dressing them like oversized children.
The process was awkward. Callen cursed when Yu tried to pull his shirt over his aching shoulders, muttering about torture. Adrian's low groans slipped out despite his effort to stay stoic, each tug of fabric dragging another sound from him.
Finally, though, both sat fully dressed, propped up like dolls.
Yu sighed, brushing his hands together.
"There. Not perfect, but you look human again."
He had just turned to fetch water when Callen's voice, sharp and raw, sliced through the silence.
"Why?"
Callen's green eyes burned as they locked on Yu.
"Why the hell is it that you—"
He jabbed a shaky finger in Yu's direction
"—all small, cute, delicate, can ruin us. And then walk away without a single scratch?!"
The words hung heavy.
Adrian didn't add anything, but his dark gaze stayed steady on Yu. Slowly, painfully, he forced a nod, silent confirmation that the question gnawed at him too.
Inside his mind, Yu froze. The demand hung between Callen and Adrian like a blade waiting to drop.
His thoughts spun, his chest tight.
'What do I even tell them? The truth? That I'm an Incubus and their bodies are feeding me like fuel? That they'll never keep up because they're not supposed to?'
DK01's voice cut through the scramble, clipped and matter-of-fact.
[Host, it is highly advised against revealing mission specifics, such as me—your system—your purpose, the original's death, future event, etc. Confirming your Incubus identity is allowable, but inadvisable. It may cause unnecessary complications. I recommend diversion or partial truth. Any attempt to reveal said listed classified information will result in resetting to day one.]
Yu rolled his eyes inwardly.
'Helpful as always. Thanks, nag-machine.'
Still, DK01's warning rooted in his gut. If he wasn't careful, he'd unravel everything.
He drew in a breath, gathering the edges of his composure.
'Alright then… if they want to know why I look unscathed, maybe I'll just show them what "unscathed" really looks like.'
Outwardly, Yu snapped his gaze between them, narrowing his eyes as if insulted.
"You two!"
He said sharply.
"Maybe you're just not strong enough."
Callen's mouth dropped open, ready to retort—until Yu hooked his fingers into the hem of his shirt and peeled it off in one fluid motion.
The words died in Callen's throat.
Adrian's lips parted but no sound followed.
Yu's pale body was gone. In its place, a canvas of mottled reds, purples, and blues. Bite marks, handprints, and bruises covered him like an abstract painting—every joint, every stretch of delicate skin branded by their hunger.
Yu gestured with one hand, feigning irritation.
"Does this look unscathed to you?"
The air went thick.
Callen's eyes dropped, guilt flickering—but beneath it, a pulse of smug satisfaction. He knew that handprint on Yu's hips was his. His chest swelled with pride, though he bit back the grin threatening to crack his face.
Adrian's dark gaze fixed higher. The bruise along Yu's jaw, a clear imprint of his teeth. His chest ached, his body stirred, and the quiet hunger whispered to bite the same place again, harder.
Yu sighed, tugging the shirt back down over himself.
"One of you left that!"
He grumbled, pointing to his jaw.
"Not subtle at all. Not cute!"
Both men flushed, each silently claiming their own part in the mess.
With a weary roll of his shoulders, Yu walked back to the couch and dropped between them, the cushion dipping under his weight. His head lolled back, energy thrumming through him yet dulled by the weight of everything.
"Maybe…"
He muttered, glancing at the stained upholstery.
"I should just get another couch. Don't think this one's salvageable after being soaked in sweat, tears, and seed."
The silence stretched, thick with their guilt and his teasing mockery.
Callen slumped sideways subtly, guilt and pride warring across his face. His lips parted like he might apologize, but instead his eyes darted to Yu's hips and lingered there, secretly delighted that his handprint had lasted. The ache in his body felt almost worth it.
Almost.
Adrian, still stiff with pain, masked his hunger behind his stoic expression, but the sight of Yu's jaw—his mark—burned into his mind. Shame tugged at him, yes, but deeper still was the heat of satisfaction. The bruises meant Yu hadn't escaped unscathed after all. He'd carried them with him, carved into skin like proof.
Between them, Yu sat small but radiating, their guilty delight wrapping around him like smoke.
Inside his head, DK01 clicked on like a lecturing teacher.
[Host, you handled the interrogation effectively, you're learning! I'm so proud. Partial truth obfuscation successful. Roommates are still destabilized emotionally but pacified sexually. I recommend you reduce the dramatics in future; theatrics risk further entanglement.]
Yu rolled his eyes inwardly.
'Sorry, am I supposed to send them a PowerPoint instead?'
DK01 ignored the sarcasm.
[The way you are currently handling this triangle trajectory complicates the mission. There's a strong risk of collapse if expectations are not managed.]
Yu sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
'Yeah, I know. I'm holding it together by a string here.'
The silence shifted when Adrian, straining against his soreness, leaned sideways until his weight pressed against Yu's smaller frame. His head dipped low, his breath warm against Yu's shoulder.
"What… are we?"
Adrian asked, his voice gravelly with exhaustion and sincerity all at once.
His eyes, usually guarded, flicked between Yu and Callen, then back to Yu.
"Roommates? Friends with benefits? Lovers?"
The words hung like smoke in the air, wrapping all three of them tighter into the knot.
The weight of Adrian's words pressed harder than his body leaning against Yu. Callen lifted his head from where he sat sprawled, sore but listening, eyes sharp and hungry. Both of them were waiting—waiting for Yu to define it, to claim it.
Inside, DK01's voice cut through the silence like a knife.
[Host—Warning! Harem route is possible, but only with the Tragic Target's permission established first. Without primary permission, world stability collapses. Reboot required. And with your currently confirmed pregnancy, there is critical addendum! Current pregnancy would be nullified upon reset. Nullification conflicts with Wish 3: to bear children. The result would be immediate death.]
The words jolted through Yu like cold water. He stiffened, breath catching.
'…Great. Perfect. Just what I needed! Argh!'
He thought bitterly. His hazel eyes flicked between Callen's tense posture and Adrian's bruised but steady gaze. Both of them wanted more. Both of them wanted him.
He swallowed the knot in his throat and forced a crooked, tired smile.
"…Sigh, I don't want to risk committing to something."
Yu said at last, voice low but even.
"Not when I'm leaving in, what—"
He paused, pretending to count on his fingers.
"A month and two weeks. Doesn't seem fair, right?"
The room held still, heavy with unsaid things.
"So…"
Yu went on, shoulders lifting in a shrug.
"Why don't we just… have fun with it while it lasts? No promises. No labels. I'll keep cooking, cleaning, playing mom. And occasionally, if you two aren't completely broken—"
His smirk tilted wry.
"We can do this again."
The words cut Callen and Adrian differently—Callen's face flickered with smug excitement, Adrian's with a flash of frustration—but neither of them moved to argue.
Yu pushed up from the couch, brushing his hair back from his flushed face.
"Alright then."
He clapped his hands once, breaking the silence.
"Who wants help to their room first?"
The question cracked the tension like a whip, forcing choice back on them.