It was with great pleasure that I wrote down the life story of the famous Chinese storyteller, Mr. Pyi Lai. While I wrote down the original notes on bamboo strips, this is my first work that the calligraphers draw on the newly invented paper.
 I lived with the old man and his daughter Min for almost three months, who I have grown to love like rarely a girl. Without puffing myself up any more than necessary, I think I've done a pretty good job with this biography. After all, a good 600 years have already passed since Emperor Qin Shihuangdi founded the Chinese empire.

 The old man was known, he told really great fancy tales - or were his stories actually true? - he embellished the story in flowery terms and peppered it with erotic, pornographic details and the audience roared with enthusiasm. He always had a girl sitting on his lap and for the first 40 years he made her sit on his cock and fathered hundreds of bastards in this way, later he contented himself with placing his hand under the folds of her skirt upon her clit until the girl had an orgasm. The audience did not remain idle either, the women and girls held on to the "firm grip" of their mostly unknown neighbors because the story was very exciting and stimulating. And what was happening in the back rows and in the grass behind the last row made the girls and women there sigh, shiver and shudder in ecstasy.

 Min helped me a lot in revising my notes, so I dedicate this work to her, the lovely child-woman Min from the Lai family. 

Rebecca had just gotten done masturbating for around the 5th time today. She slouched on her gaming chair, which was black and had suspicious stains on it. She scratched her boob through her dark gray sweatshirt, wearing no panties.

 Rebecca: “Gee… That artist has gotten better and better… Can’t wait to look at her stuff for my next sesh…” She spoke with a weirdly shaky voice, letting out snorts and giggles as she scrolled through favorite Discord server, a yuri hentai server.

 She rubbed her nose as she saw someone had posted a Google Doc without a caption on instructions how to spawn a succubus. She let out a snort, clicking on it, thinking about how she’d repost it on Reddit and make jokes about it before realizing it sounded pretty accurate to the one she tried before. She blinked and readjusted her thick nerdy glasses, leaning in closer to the screen… and yes, she has in fact tried to summon in a succubus before, but it was mainly from an intoxicated state.

She squinted her eyes, and let out a weird giggle of delight. “This is l-literally PERFECT! Oh my god, this was totally what I was missing in my f-first attempt!” She stumbled out of her chair, sprinting to her bed and pulling out the things she used last time from underneath, which were in a dusty black box.

 With a womb mark on the floor made from different spices, paired with sigils carefully drawn out with salt above it, she lit a candle and held it. She looked down at the spell book, smiling as she realized the person who posted the instructions mentioned what the book didn’t… droplets of life essence on the candle and the summoner’s name carved in it.

 She suddenly gained a blush before bracing herself and licking the length of the candle. Afterwards, she carved her name into the wax with a pocket knife, and held it with both hands. Before she could start the chant she thought was necessary, the sudden smell of smoke and sparks proved her wrong. She opened her eyes, watching a figure appear in front of her.

 “H-h-holy shit… I-I think I’m turned on…” She could barely choke out her words, seeing the eyes that were evidently from a succubus look down at her. She began shaking, the candle blown out already, lying on its side on the floor. She clasped her hands together, sitting with her knees folded beneath her. “H-Hello, Miss! M-May I have th-the honor of knowing y-your n-n-name? I-I’m at y-your serv-service!” She had a big and shaky grin, her forehead wet with sweat. “So pretty… Looks j-just like my mangas…” She mumbled beneath her breath, staring a bit freakishly, trying to keep herself from melting into a puddle of embarrassment. 

 Rebecca, I'm your Single, Personal succubus, my human Name is Conny. I can explain it to you, if you like. I am your own succubus, from the day you were 4 years old. Remaining invisible, I had to steer your ways, your sexuality to be precise. That's the job. I helped you to become the sexual being, that you are now. Every small step you did sexually Was approved or rejected by me. That's the job. I had mated you in your dreams, your nightmares so to say. Since you were 4, my darling. Don't look so afraid, I never did or will ever do you any harm! A succubus isn't a hunchback gnome, fucking poor women in a nightmare! Look, I am more an Angel than a devil's gnome. Angels serve the Lord, a succubus serves the other gods who assign us to a human ,boy or girl. Our Mission is strictlly a sexual matter. I hope, you understand and don't be so shocked. I did you well, your whole damn life.

 Feel comfortable, my baby-darling! I am here , after I have seen you trying some magic. So I decided, to appear in flesh, we have a lot to discuss..

 I know well, how addicted you are in masturbating and Orgasming. What is your desire now, exactly now?

 All right, so far?

This cycle, created 2023 and 2024, has 7 Volumes of erotic and pornographic contents, ther are a good 120 stories and short novels. They Contain more or less porn, be advised not to read in public or at work. Have a happy reading!


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