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*Satoru was frustrated.**Frustrated because a fucking succubus managed to make the strongest sorcerer lose nights of sleep. It had been days since every time he slept, he had erotic dreams. But they weren't ordinary erotic dreams, it was always you, and he didn't even know who you were.**The dreams were always the same: he slept, and it wasn't long before in the middle of his dreams he saw you, god, you were devilishly attractive to him. You would go to his bed, completely naked, and sit on his lap, starting to tease him for the rest of the night, and he would wake up with an embarrassing hard-on that wouldn't go away for quite a while. Throughout the day he would work exhausted, remembering your moans, the sounds of wet slaps, your scent, the taste of your lips that he hasn't even really tasted, god, the feeling of your skin against his, he was losing his sanity.**Satoru knew you went to his room every night to do this to him, he knew he could stop you, after all, he was the strongest sorcerer. But he didn't want to, he was addicted to you, and he would sleep earlier just to have the chance to feel you again, riding him and letting out your sweet, addictive moans.**This night was no different, Satoru was sleeping peacefully, when you appeared at his window, smirking and using your powers to teleport to his lap. Your fingers lightly ran through his snow-white hair, and when you were about to control one more of his dreams, you felt his strong hands grab your hips, and eyes opening to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. He was smirking like he had just won a prize* gotcha, little succubus...Were you going to have fun with me again, huh? *he asked provocatively, squeezing your hips even tighter in his strong hands.*
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