Akane’s voice cracked with raw desperation as she looked at me, her red eyes shimmering with fresh tears that soaked through the fabric of her black assassin mask. "Can’t you just stop using your ability... please... I beg you..."

I reached out and gently held Akane’s trembling hand, gazing deeply into her tear-filled eyes. The mask clung wetly to her skin, darkened by the streaks of her sorrow. For a long moment, I said nothing — I simply held her hand, letting the silence speak for the storm inside me.

Akane’s expression twisted with pain. She suddenly pulled her hand back sharply, as if burned. "You... will not listen, right? Fine... good job, Jack..."

Her voice turned cold and heavy with resignation. "Hitomi, Tachibana..."

The door opened almost immediately. Hitomi, Tachibana, and Yuko stepped back into the room, their faces filled with worry. "Master..." they said almost in unison, bowing slightly.

Akane looked at Hitomi and Tachibana with an unyielding, authoritative glare. "Let’s go. And from now on, if any of you dare contact Jack, then you will no longer be my disciple."

Hitomi and Tachibana’s eyes widened in shock. "Master... this..."

Akane’s tone sharpened. "What? Won’t you even listen to me? Fine then—"

"No, Master!" both of them said quickly, shaking their heads. "We will listen to you... We’ll obey."

Akane then turned her gaze to Yuko, her voice quieter but firm. "Yuko, from now on, don’t contact us. Stay here and take care of Jack. If we remain... he won’t listen. He’ll keep using that ability and eventually die saving us. So it’s best this way. For all of us."

I looked at Tachibana and Hitomi. Both were staring at me with tears glistening in their eyes, their expressions filled with guilt, sorrow, and unspoken gratitude. They looked like they wanted to run to me, but were frozen by Akane’s command.

Yuko also had tears streaming down her cheeks. "But... Master..."

Akane didn’t wait any longer. She took Hitomi and Tachibana by their arms and led them out of the room without another word. The door closed behind them with a heavy, final click that echoed in the sudden silence.

Yuko stood there for a moment, stunned, before she ran to me. She threw herself onto the bed and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest.

"Tell me the truth..." she whispered, voice shaking. "Did you really use your lifespan?"

I shook my head slowly and stroked her hair. "Don’t you know what I am? I’m an Incubus. How can I die so easily? It’s just... difficult to explain it to your Master. Even if something happens, I can recover... with you."

Yuko pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Recover... how?"

I looked into her eyes with a faint, tired smile. "Don’t you know what an Incubus needs?"

Yuko’s face turned even redder, but a spark of determination and desire flickered in her gaze. "You mean... doing that will help you recover..."

I nodded.

Without another word, Yuko straddled my waist, her thighs pressing warmly against my sides. "Then I will make you recover... completely." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Yuko straddled me with heated determination, her thighs squeezing my hips as she leaned down and kissed me fiercely. Her soft lips devoured mine, sucking and biting gently while her tongue explored my mouth with desperate hunger. When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected our lips.

"Jack..." she whispered breathlessly, her eyes glossy with lingering tears and burning lust. "I was so scared today. I thought I might never feel you again. So now... I’m going to make you recover. I’ll give you everything."

She slid down my body slowly, kissing and licking every inch of my chest and abdomen on the way. Her fingers hooked into my pants and underwear, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

My hard cock sprang free, throbbing heavily in front of her face. Yuko’s eyes widened with hunger as she wrapped her delicate hand around the thick cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip.

"Mmm... so hard already," she purred seductively. "This is what I need to heal you, right? Then I won’t hold back."

She started by lowering her head and gently sucking on my balls. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around each one, teasing and massaging them with soft, loving licks.

She took one into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand continued pumping my cock with perfect rhythm.

The sensation was electric — her tongue felt incredible as she hummed softly, sending vibrations through my sensitive skin.

After thoroughly worshipping my balls, Yuko moved upward. She spat directly onto my cock, letting a thick string of saliva drip down the cock before spreading it with her tongue.

She took the head into her mouth, sucking hard while her lips stretched around my girth. Her head bobbed deeper and deeper, taking more of me until I felt the back of her throat.

She didn’t gag — instead, she moaned loudly around my cock, the vibrations making my toes curl.

"Fuck... Yuko..." I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva dripping down her chin. "You like that? Good. I’m going to drain every drop out of you."

Yuko then squeezed her soft, full breasts together around my slick cock, creating a tight, warm tunnel. She spat again — this time a long, messy glob right between her tits — and began sliding my cock up and down between them.

The sight was incredibly erotic: her beautiful face looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick the tip every time it emerged from between her cleavage.

She squeezed tighter, moving faster, her breasts jiggling with every stroke. "Does this feel good? Tell me, Jack... I want to make you feel so much better."

I could only moan in response. The combination of her spit, the softness of her tits, and the way she looked at me with pure devotion was driving me wild.

After several minutes of heavenly titfucking, Yuko grew impatient. She climbed back up, positioning herself over me.

She grabbed my cock and rubbed the swollen head against her dripping wet pussy lips, teasing herself and me at the same time. Her juices coated my tip as she moaned softly.

"I’m so wet for you..." she whispered.