I am Succubus!

"What do you mean you lost the pocket pus— the thing?!"

I grab onto Mio, more to keep myself steady than anything else.

"I was gonna tease you with it during lunch, but I got distracted by one of the gyarus. When I came back to it, it was gone!"

"Nngh… You left it lying around?? Aahh! It's cumming inside me again… "

"They're really pumping into ya, huh? Maybe you can recognize who it is by the shape of their dick?" Mio suggests impishly.

"As if I know how every— mmh... cock in school feels… oh, god. He's big, though… maybe Gouda? Or… I don't know!"

The dick is really going to town on me. From what I could tell, touching it yesterday made Mio feel my finger. Likewise, it probably feels like my pussy to whoever is using it. In a school full of pent-up boys, whoever finds it is going to make full use out of it.

But in this case, I'm the one being used.

"Look, the guy is basically yoinking himself, so he's probably in a bathroom. That narrows down our search." Mio helps me to my feet.

"Problem is, we're both girls. How can we check any of the boy's bathrooms? Wait—Oh..."

The third round has just started. My mysterious sex partner stopped being so rough and instead slowed down his thrusts. His dick slides in and out of me gently, like he's savoring the moment of it. The change of pace is less aggressive, and more passionate as though I'm being made love to. Even I begin to instinctively move my hips in rhythm.

"Hehe… Mmmmh… this is better. I could get used to this…" 

Mio snaps a finger in my face. "Or maybe we don't look for it since you seem to be enjoying it now."

"N-No, I'm not. Let's go before they start screwing me again—"

"Saeko!" Kana comes up from the stairs, likely back from eating in the cafeteria. "What's wrong? Your face is all red."

An idea goes off in my head seeing Kana. He can look in places we're not allowed into like the boy's bathrooms. Though Mio and I can turn invisible, having a third person helping will cover more ground.

"Kana, I need your help." I say, grabbing him by the shoulders. His face also starts getting red. "I— oohh… mmmmh, it's… so hot…"

"W-What's hot? Are you running a fever?"

A third load is blown into my pussy, but the feeling is more subdued than before. He's using me to milk him out. I can feel the bulbous tip of the cock against the entrance of my pussy. I almost want to reach under my clothes to start playing with my nipples to feel even better.

"No, uh, I need your help to look for something. Let's just say someone's using an onahole in school, and I need to find it. Fast." I explain haphazardly.

"Er… someone brought a sex toy to school…? I won't try to understand what's going on, but you can count on me to help." Kana agrees to look for the perp.

"Just listen for any squelching noises. The pocket pussy's gotta be making some noise." Mio tells him without a hint of shame.

On the other hand, I'm both embarrassed and horny as hell from this ordeal.

I check the time. It's still lunch period, but we've only got twenty minutes left to find it or it's lost to us forever. There's no telling how often they're going to use it if they take it home. Then I really will go crazy.

"Gotcha. Leave all the boy's bathrooms to me. I'll text you if I find it."

The three of us split up to look for the sex toy. While Mio scours the third and second floor, Kana searches all of the bathrooms we can't enter as girls, and I'm left to look on the first floor. 

Whoever has the toy right now appears to be resting. His dick is still erect and buried in it, but there's no thrusting other than the occasional twitching. It's possible my moving around is still stimulating him so he can't go soft. Every now and then I clench the walls of my pussy to tease him, and he twists the onahole around not realizing he's pleasing me back.

"Huh? Is that who I think it is?"

I bump into Hayato and Yuuto in the hallway as they're exiting the cafeteria. 

"Haha… Hey, guys." I greet them nervously.

Yuuto's eyes go wide with recognition. "So the rumors are true. You're a girl now, Saeko?"

"Whaaat? Our little mascot? That Saeko is this babe right here? I thought Gouda was joking when he said he saw Saeko in the girl's uniform, but it looks like he was telling the truth." Hayato still sounds a little skeptical, he's staring real hard to get a proper look. 

"It's true. Wait, Gouda told you? I haven't even seen him today, yet." 

There's a pang chest when I think about how he didn't bother saying hi if he saw me. I thought he was interested in me. After all he asked me out—

That's not the point! Why do I care if he likes me? It's not like I'm seriously considering going on a date with him or anything. 

But if he does win Hyogo, how should I answer him?

"If you wanna find him, I think he was with Mio in the courtyard when lunch started." Yuuto says.

"Nah, he should be with Coach right now. Saw him getting chewed out for bringing a pocket pussy to school. Can you believe our captain?" Hayato explains, stifling a laughter.

Mio didn't tell me she was with Gouda earlier. But if what Hayato says is true, then Gouda must have found it where she left it. Does that mean he has it right now? 

Can't be. If Gouda is with Coach, he wouldn't have a chance to use it. Unless…

I have a bad feeling about this.

"Uh, where's Coach…?"

The two of them glance at each other, and then Yuuto answers, "Same place he's always at— smoking in the club room."

"Thanks, guys. I gotta go." Before I take off, I sense their eyes burning into my back. I turn around and bow. "I know my change must be weird to you guys, but I hope you don't treat me any different."

I don't think I said anything strange, but Hayato and Yuuto blush. 

"You've been supporting us since year one even though Coach never put you on the team. We should be thanking you." Yuuto glances off to the side, rubbing his nose.

"All of you guys in kendo and the club itself mean a lot to me. I'll see you after school!" I say before racing off.

I head behind the school where most of Tsukiji's club rooms are located. There's no one here right now since most students are taking their lunch inside the school building.

As soon as I press my ears to the door, another sensation begins to build around my crotch.

"Ah! Mmmh… I'm getting fucked again… nnh…"

It's hard to listen when I'm getting distracted by the dick penetrating me. But sure enough, I do hear faint wet noises from behind the door. When I go to turn the handle, it's locked. I start pounding on the door, and as soon as I do, the pounding of my pussy halts. The dick is finally out of me.

So it is here!

The door unlocks and Coach stands before me, head full of sweat and a rather noticeable bulge in his pants. I don't need to see it to know he's packing. I felt it first-hand thanks to the pocket pussy.

"Can I help you?" He asks skittishly, not recognizing who I am.

"It's me, Saeko."

"O-Oh! Murata said something about it this morning. Is it really you?"

"Yeah, things happened. I'm still interested in becoming a member of the kendo team, though. Please don't count me out just because I'm a girl!"

"Hmmm…" He scratches his chin, middle-aged eyes scrutinizing every inch of my body. 

I can't believe he was just screwing me a minute ago, and made me cum almost three times during lunch. He doesn't even know it.

"It's not like girls are forbidden from participating to begin with. No issue with me. Was that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Er—"

How do I approach this? If I outright accuse him of having the pocket pussy, he's just going to deny it. 

I can lie and tell him someone was looking for him. But that will just bite me in the ass later. It's a simple matter of just charming him and going in to get it myself. 

I glance around to make sure no one is around.

"Can we talk inside?" I ask.

Coach clears his throat and loosens the collar around his neck. "Sure. Come on in."

He steps aside to let me in. The usual smell of smoke and sweat permeates the air. However, the sweat this time around is from a very different reason. Where in this room was he using it? Could he have hidden it before answering the door?

"I heard from the other guys that Gouda came to school with a sex toy." I take a seat on one of the laid out chairs, and start with the Gouda angle to bait him in.

It's warm. Which means he was sitting here doing the deed a moment ago.

"You heard, eh?" He begins, laughing nervously. "He's got a lot on his plate so I can understand why he brought something like that to school."

"Being captain of the kendo team and a third year with college to worry about, I can only imagine half of it." I say sympathetically.

"You're not here about Gouda though, are you?" He remarks with a sudden burst of confidence.

Did he catch on that I was looking for the toy?

"No, but—"

"I can tell you really want to be part of the team. It got me thinking maybe we do away with the Hyogo condition. Make you an active practicing member regardless if we win or not." He says, arms crossed and nodding.

The conversation isn't going where I was expecting it to go. But this is exactly what I wanted anyway.

"Do you really mean it?"

"You demonstrated how capable you were during the endurance exercises last week. I was impressed."

I leap out of the chair. "Does that mean I can practice with the team for real starting today??"

"Now hold your horses." He goes over to the door and turns the lock. "We're both adults, right? You may be a student but even you know there's a give and take for things like this."

I don't like the tone of his voice. There's lust in his eyes, the same look I see Mio give people when she's hungry.

Coach brushes a big hand through my hair and rubs my shoulder with the other. 

"Since you're a girl now, how about you show me what you can do with that body?"

I came in here with very different intentions. How did it become like this? Coach dangles the perfect bait for me. When I really think about it, as a succubus, I don't lose out in accepting.

"You can't be serious. In exchange for being on the team, you want me to…"

"That's right. Wouldn't you like to start practicing right away?"

"Nnh! Aahh..."

Two hands grope my chest. My body is still sensitive from earlier. His touch is not playful like Kana's or Mio's, but rough and controlling.

"Your nipples are already hard. I bet they're suffocating underneath all those clothes."

"D-Don't say it like that…"

Coach unbuttons my blouse. I do nothing but stand there and let him do it until the final button parts. My shirt drops down my waist, held up only by the skirt it's tucked into. The only thing between him and my breasts is the bra I'd finally resolved to wear.

"Take off the rest." He orders, licking his lips.

I obey, reaching behind my back and unhooking the strap. The bra drops to the floor, and I pull the shirt away from my body. All I have left now is my skirt. Without the fabric in the way, I see clearly how erect my nipples are.

"Aaahh— it hurts…!"

Coach pinches and pulls at both of my nipples. He doesn't hold back his strength. The size of his fingers dwarf them, and he tugs at them with the intention of pulling them off. 

It hurts. It hurts bad. But it feels good. If he keeps pulling on them, I might—

"Uguh… aahhh— nnghh…" I clench my teeth through the orgasm, vainly hoping he doesn't notice.

But of course he does.

"Oh! You came from just having your nipples pinched? New to being a girl, so these sensations must be new to you? Feels good, doesn't it? A woman's body?"

He has no idea.

Coach reaches down to my crotch and strokes my pussy through my underwear. It's soaked, and he knows. 

"You really do have a woman's body. Then it's only right to experience its pleasures. Pull down my pants, Saeko. Take a look at what you'll be craving for now on."

His orders are my command. I get down on my knees and pull his pants down. An enormous dick springs forth in front of my face.

"You want it, don't you?" He says, urging me to play with it.

He's right. I do want it. Didn't we pretty much already have sex anyway? This big cock has already been inside me via the pocket pussy, so why not my actual pussy? 

The school bells ring signalling the end of lunch period. But I don't care about getting back to class on time. 

"Don't worry about being late." Coach says. "We'll just say you were helping me out."

Coach says it's fine. Then… it's okay if I indulge… right?