Chapter 6

The first door on our small list was found quickly enough.

─ Now what? ─ I asked confusedly, trying to speak as quietly as possible.

Hanako herself did not talk about the reason for the persecution of the couple, so now we were standing near the door, waiting for something.

"Well, let's suppose the most possible option ..." ─ I thought while the girl put her ear to the door and listened attentively. ─ "If they now do what they came for… She won't knock the door off her foot, shouting ─" She took her hands off him, bitch! "… ─ I reasoned, straightening the shoulder strap of my portfolio. ─ "Or ─" Leave her. She is only mine! "If she is one of these ..."

While I was thinking, there was a soft scream outside the door, and then a dull thump, as if someone had fallen on the bed. This was followed by the sound of tearing tissue.

─ They are here. ─ The girl spoke with her lips only, then reached out with her hands to the door handle.

"Hey ... you don't think they left the door open, do you?" ─ I thought indignantly, but I didn't have time to say anything.

When I thought that now she would try to open the door and they would find us, Hanako put her right hand in the pistol, pointing two fingers at the door lock.

* Blue flash *

Behind the girl's back, I was able to see only the light that illuminated part of the corridor. There was not a single sound, but a round, melted hole gaped where the door lock had been.

Looking at what was happening from the side, I felt a cold sweat on my back. Hiding behind me all the way, Hanako had quite good trump cards.

With a characteristic click, the schoolgirl opened the door, running into the room.

"What if we were wrong?" ─ As usual, a thought came belatedly, because there was another door on the list.

I tried to keep up and went after the girl. Still, if we were wrong, then there will be something to see, although we will be declared perverts and will try to punish.

"I hope she still has aces up her sleeve…" ─ I thought, looking from my back at the schoolgirl.

Unfortunately, we did not miss the choice, but the man on the bed was not at all the man I had seen before. In general, it was difficult to call him a man. Now a second pair of arms protruded from his back, and all the skin on his body had taken on a dark gray color. The head was deformed, from which the eyes sunk deeper into the eye sockets, and the lower jaw almost doubled, protruding its teeth forward. Everything that was below the belt did not change, and only pants and shoes remained from the clothes.

─ Who is here? ─ The monster asked in a completely human voice, looking around the room.

Under the body of the monster now there was a girl who was unconscious and without clothes. More precisely, only a skirt and knee-highs remained from the clothes, and the blouse consisted of ribbons and uneven pieces of fabric.

─ I knew that pretty handsome men are real monsters at heart ... ─ I said in a half voice, stopping a couple of steps from the doorway.

Still, I wanted to run out quickly if things took a bad turn.

─ Do you see the demon? ─ The girl asked when she heard my words.

Her question activated my thinking like the last piece of a puzzle that was missing.

It became clear that not everyone can see this creature, which means that my dream was more striving for the truth. Then which side will I stand on? How will the society of these super people react to me? Will they let me develop at all? The answer was obvious and not in my favor.

─ A demon? ─ I asked again when a series of questions flew through my head. ─ People like that are called maniacs ... aren't they?

At this time we were already noticed. The monster jumped out of bed, flexing its extra arms.

─ Step back. ─ Hanako told me about to rush into battle. ─ Better get out.

I was going to be indignant, albeit for show. But it all happened too quickly.

─ Again you are bothering me ... ─ The demon said with displeasure, clenching each hand into a fist.

A fight ensued, in which the hands of the monster and two blue beams of light left by the girl's swift palms flashed. The monster inflicted random blows, and Hanako did not leave her place, maintaining a stance, and took away each blow with her open palms.

Her gaze became cold-blooded, and her movements gained strength. It was even impossible to believe that she was about fifteen years old. Not only did she not sag under the attacks of the monster, which was much higher, but sometimes she also punched the enemy in the body.

"I don't have time to see anything ..." ─ I thought in amazement, noticing that the monster began to retreat.

At this moment, the girl took only one step and an instant lunge forward, striking her palm into the opponent's chest.

*Bolt*

The demon flew over the table, landing near the window. A clear palm print was visible on his chest, and burns covered all his hands.

─ Whoa ... ─ The only thing that I could squeeze out of myself, and stayed in place.

The girl only had time to look at me, as if saying "I told you to leave," when the monster opened the window and jumped out, but Hanako quickly jumped out after. Very fast.

A short fight broke out right under the building, and then the demon quickly crossed the lawn and jumped over the fence.

The girl did not lag behind and soon, I did not see them.

─ Hmm ... ─ I said, feeling the excitement in my heart. ─ "Now I understand that I could not escape ..." ─ I thought, remembering our meeting.

I was struck by the strength and speed of Hanako and this monster, and therefore, my gaze squinted at the girl who was lying unconscious with her clothes torn.

You don't have to be stupid not to understand. The incubus gains strength from intimate contact with the opposite sex, and there won't be many opportunities ahead. As the level rises, it may become easier, but now you can't miss the opportunity. Moreover, which lies right in front of you unconscious.

Looking quickly into the corridor and finding no one, I closed the door, even though there was no lock.

"I don't know how soon this girl can come back, but now I want to be a quick-shot like never before…" ─ I thought, quickly closing the window and pulling the curtain.

After checking the girl's body with a cursory glance, I never found a wound. I had a conscience, so I felt guilty as I turned the girl's body onto her stomach, and then tied her hands behind her back with one of the torn rags.

The most difficult thing was to blindfold the closed eyes of the schoolgirl, constantly expecting that she would now wake up. I also had to close her mouth with a crumpled cloth, and I carefully placed a pillow under her stomach, choosing a comfortable height for the buttocks.

"What can I say? Bon appetit. " ─ I thought as I admired the painting as I kicked off my pants.

Time was running out. With excitement, my heart was beating too hard in my chest. I was even afraid that this would wake the girl up.

Having lifted my skirt, I quickly decided on the direction and began to literally "pull on" the young lover of handsome guys. Well, or demons.

─ Hmmm ... ─ A girl groaned in surprise, almost giving me a heart attack, and her protesting legs twitched.

The plans were changing. Instead of a quick "Hookup", there was only a very quick hookup.

"Be patient." ─ I told the girl to myself, not letting her waist go to the side.

I decided not to pinch the girl's legs, from which they continued to twitch, but they did not reach me.

The room was filled with groans, as well as quick slaps of my pelvis against my partner's young buttocks.

Feelings were beyond all my expectations. Not only that I was now tearing at a schoolgirl, who I still don't know, not even knowing her name. And I had no desire to get acquainted.

After a dozen seconds of furious interweaving of our bodies ... well, or just swotting, the girl's legs stopped dangling, stretching out in a sock, as if trying to find support in the air, and moans began to be interrupted in places.

"Maybe she's short of air?" ─ I thought, but didn't pull the gag out.

By the minute I started to lose my breath, but it was too early to stop. The sooner I finish, the more likely it is to leave unpunished.

Taking the girl by the hair with one hand, from which she arched her back with a protesting groan, I pulled her as deep as I could, feeling my limit.

To fill the "tank" of my partner inevitably, I did not, releasing hot semen on her snow-white thighs.

"Too young for children…" ─ I explained my action to myself, trying to catch my breath.

I don't know if it was because of my weak endurance and breathing, but at that moment it darkened in my eyes, and my body became heavy.

Realizing that if I lie down, I will immediately lose consciousness, as my partner did the second time, I bit my lip so painfully. Wiping my evidence with one of the pieces of cloth, which I was not going to leave in any case, I kept listening to the sounds.

It constantly seemed to me that I heard voices and footsteps.

Quickly pulling on my pants, I grabbed my briefcase and opened the window, which was necessary as a sign indicating the direction of the alleged rapist's escape.

Carefully stepping out into the corridor, I closed the door behind me.

"God ... what's wrong with my head ??" ─ I asked myself a question, dodging from side to side as I walked. ─ "It feels like I was pounding my head and not ..." ─ I continued to complain, but in my heart I got rid of a huge stone.

I did my plan, while remaining unnoticed, and now all that remained was to safely get home.

But it was too early to rejoice. Although I felt calmer, I had never been involved in rape before. There remained the fear that everything would come out. Therefore, on the way out, I approached the woman who was meeting us and interrupted her reading of a fashion magazine.

─ This is… ─ I started talking, massaging my temple, which helped to make my face sour.

The woman got up at once, worried.

─ Something did not suit you? Is the room a mess or the wrong key? ─ A woman chattered, interrupting me.

For another second I made up my mind, choosing the right phrase.

─ Room number 18. There was a lot of noise, and inside was a complete mess. ─ I explained, in one breath. ─ In my opinion, your clients are not themselves ... ─ I briefly explained the situation, but this was enough for the woman to quickly leave to check, simultaneously groaning and gasping.

I, having thrown the strap of my portfolio more comfortable, left this beautiful and pleasant place, which gave me a burning memory ... and a headache.