Chapter 4

"It's a pity that I can't do that in reality ..." ─ An annoying thought flashed when my girl and I retired to the restroom.

I immediately pressed my companion with my back to the cool wall, drawing with my imagination her frank black dress with a deep neckline and an open back.

─ Closer. ─ I said quietly, running my hand along the smooth lower back, going down.

Without raising her eyes, the girl gently placed her hands on my shoulders and yielded her waist forward, bending her back. Her mere presence in such closeness made me feel great pleasure and desire.

Stopping my hand on the soft buttock, I hugged the pliable person to me. The girl stood up on tiptoes, which made her face even closer, allowing her to hear the quiet breathing.

Behind me was a wide mirror and several white shells. When I came in in a hurry, I just gave them a fleeting glance, not paying attention. Now, despite the passion and lust for the night beauty, on which I completely focused my attention, my mind felt anxiety.

"I'm missing something…" ─ A thought flashed through my mind, but the tension in my pants, albeit imaginary, did not allow me to be distracted yet.

The barely perceptible anxiety was alien to me, because I had long studied all the nooks and crannies of my dream. Although this was not a matter of pride, but sixty percent of the time I spent at school, I slept safely.

Caution prevailed over desire, forcing me to look over my shoulder. In the reflection, I saw only my back and thin arms wrapped around my neck and the surface of the wall. There was nothing strange in the reflection, but the anxiety continued to pulsate, not allowing me to forget about myself.

As I was about to turn away, it seemed to me that there was something on my head that vaguely resembled ink streaks. As soon as my gaze returned to the mirror, the spots disappeared without a trace.

The girl at this time began to rub against my body, burying her nose in the neck.

"What's going on today?" ─ I could not understand my excitement, and with great reluctance I emerged from my companion's hands.

When I just fell asleep today, I was attracted by similar marks on my hands, but I did not find anything. Now something was on my head, and diligently eluded my attention.

I would not be surprised if my reflection was now starting to move or speak. Even if it disappears or fades altogether, but no.

"Come on…" ─ A demanding thought flashed through my mind, resting her hands on the sink. ─ "… manifest."

At that moment, the light treacherously went out, and when it turned on again, small changes appeared in the restroom. My companion was already gone, and only one word was written on the mirror, and most likely in blood, as indicated by the crimson color.

Have you ever tried to read in your dream? This is not an easy task. The letters slip away, the lighting is absolutely not enough, even if the bright sun is shining. While you are trying to connect a few words, the text may disappear altogether. Now everything was completely reversed.

"Incubus…" ─ I read the inscription with unusual ease, feeling a slight chill.

As soon as I uttered an unfamiliar word in my head, the wall in my mind collapsed, revealing everything that was previously inaccessible. Two small horns appeared on my head, immediately knocking me out of a rut, and on my hands I noticed claws that became an extension of my fingers.

These two moments did not give me peace of mind today, but there was one more surprise. The long tail, which was now slowly wriggling behind my back, wagging uncontrollably, finally finished off its owner.

When I was about to decide that I saw everything, new problems began with the light. Each time the lamp was turned on and off, more new words appeared on the mirror.

Incubus

Rank: lowest.

Level 1 (0/50)

Status: Half-demon

The light did not stop blinking, although there was less and less free space on the mirror.

"Characteristics? Parameters?! Abilities ??? " ─ In a nutshell, I glanced over with a discouraged look, experiencing great doubts.

Assignment: The coming of the demon.

Take possession of the soul and body of beautiful virgins. Know the greatness of debauchery and lust, opening the way to a new world. (0/100)

Reward: Increased rank.

"W-what ??" ─ I asked myself in amazement, rubbing my eyes, but the number did not decrease. ─ "Of course I love girls, but for me that will be a bit too much ..."

Gradually delving into the text, I finally managed to take my composure into a fist, but ...

─ Rick Raijetsu. ─ Suddenly a man's voice sounded, wrenching me out of my sleep.

At such moments, you cannot rise or respond with a long phrase. All this can give out that I was asleep.

─… ─ I silently looked at the teacher, reluctantly opening my right eye.

If you open two eyes, it will be more difficult to focus, and if I lift my head from my hands, they will immediately notice a red mark on my neck. For about twenty minutes I sat in exactly the same position.

─ Your desk is number fourteen. ─ The old man said when he crossed his gaze.

I managed to immediately digest the words of the teacher, who did not notice anything.

─ Kira Maeda, desk 15. ─ The old man continued to list.

That's redistribution, as the teacher promised at the beginning of the lesson.

Now it hardly interested me. Cold sweat covered my back, and my heart shook my ribcage tirelessly. I even breathed with difficulty, although I didn't show it.

"What kind of dream was that?" ─ I asked myself, but just in case I ran one hand through my hair.

A short search returned no results, causing my sigh of relief.

Even though I didn't find the horn, my heart was in no hurry to calm down, and the word "Incubus" was constantly popping up in my head.

"I don't think that one such dream will make me a thunderstorm of female innocence." ─ I thought with a grin, and carefully straightened my back. ─ "The alternative is pretty attractive though."

During recess, some classmates approached me, eagerly asking questions about life abroad, but there was no conversation. I did not have time to understand even half of the words, especially after a strange dream, and I had less experience in communicating with the opposite sex than our ladies' man. Therefore, they soon fled.

The headman tried to avoid me until the end of the school day, or maybe she was just too busy. But the fact is that there has been a lull in our little war.

When the last bell rang and classes were over, I went home on foot, even though it would take an hour and a half.

"This is nonsense ... Forget it." ─ I tried to dissuade myself, but the phone never left my hand.

Unable to overpower myself, I began to carefully enter the query into the search engine.

"Comes from the Latin incubare - to lie on top ..." ─ I read, not forgetting to look under my feet, as well as around.

Now the street was quite crowded, as during rush hour.

"The incubus is a lecherous demon in medieval legends, thirsty for sexual relations with women ..." ─ I continued to read, leafing through various articles. ─ Huh ... A slutty demon? Almost about me ... ─ I thought arrogantly, but the next article cooled me down. ─ "In most cases, the incubus is described as an ugly creature, often resembling a goat ..."

Although I did not see myself from the outside, but to the description given by the source, I was clearly far away.

"… Sometimes he takes the form of a man or a woman, but more often he is described as a lustful goat - a satyr. Among other images, there are also references to incubi in the guise of a dog, cat, deer, bull, roe deer, bird ... "─ ​​I listed a wide range of images. ─ "… however, his bestial appearance did not prevent him from having a carnal relationship with… a woman ??"

The last sentence surprised me the most, so I continued to study the article with even greater interest.

─ What are you reading? ─ Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded right behind my back, which almost sent my phone flying.