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Innocent Devil's Harem | Chapter 10-2: My Hot Girlfriend has a Tiny Little Secret

Gabriella came out wearing a black leather biker jacket, and matching leather pants. The zipper to her jacket went all the way up to her neck, where it had a leather belt that could be fastened like a collar, and there was a pocket over each breast, with a small buckle and strap, instead of buttons. The shoulders had buckles and straps too, though they didn’t seem to serve a purpose, other than aesthetics.

The whole thing was fitted, including the chest, with the sleeves hugging her arms like a glove all the way down to her wrists, where there was another set of straps and buckles. However, it was probably most noticeable on her chest, since it held her huge chest firmly in place even though I was confident she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. The leather was tight against her entire waist, including underneath her boobs.

The whole thing fit her form so perfectly, that I was sure that no one would ever know she wasn’t wearing lingerie underneath.

She giggled when she saw my expression, since I was both unsurprised and suddenly hungry. “I guess I should have known I couldn’t surprise you, but I’m glad you like!”

“Sorry,” I said sincerely. “But yeah, it’s pretty much impossible for me to not hear what you’re changing into."

She smirked. “I figured I’d show this outfit off to you, since I can’t really wear it in public.”

“You can’t?” I said before thinking, realizing barely a second later why that might be the case. She was ridiculously hot in it.

Gabriella nodded somberly. “My mom got me this when I was your age – eighteen.”

I groaned, knowing she was intentionally teasing me about my age now. I was also kind of embarrassed to know that I again had her mother to thank for what I was seeing now, feeling a little awkward about that knowledge. However, I quickly pushed that thought aside.

Gabriella giggled in response to my expression, before continuing. “It even fits perfectly too, as you can see, but wearing it the first time was not a great experience. I pretty much can’t wear anything hot in public without it being a big deal.” She sighed. “In a bad way, for me.”

I nodded, looking her up and down as I took it all in. The colors themselves were extremely enticing, with her short red hair sharply contrasted against the black leather. Without thinking, I slowly reached out to grasp her leather-clad forearms, shocked that the jacket was even smoother than I was expecting.

Her tone was amused as she continued. “Now, young man, are you going to do something about this hot girl in front of you? Or do I need to take control?”

I loved both ideas, but I took action before I even realized what I was doing.

Letting go of her forearms, I instead grabbed her waist, lifting her up slightly and yanking her forward so that she was forced to move her knees onto the couch. She yelped in surprise, only to reach down for my shirt the moment I had her straddling my lap.

I helped her get it off, and then scooted my hips forward slightly to twist to the side, all while pulling her forward against me. She squeaked again from the abrupt movement, resting her hands on my chest once I was flat, my head on one armrest while my legs were draped over the other.

Shifting her weight on me, she then curled down and pressed her lips against mine, prompting me move my hands to her back to feel the smooth leather over her slim shoulder blades.

“You’re not trembling this time,” she whispered against my lips. She then giggled when a shiver ran through my body. Pulling away slightly, she grinned, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Maybe I spoke too soon,” she teased.

I rolled my black and gold eyes, reaching up to place my hand against her cheek, her soft red hair flowing over it as I held her gaze for a long few seconds.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang in her bedroom.

I groaned, only to give her a pleading expression when she sighed heavily, surprised when she pressed her lips against mine again, making no effort to climb off.

“Whoever it is, they can wait,” she mumbled, sucking in a deep breath through her nose. She then smirked as she pulled away, her gaze passionate, her cheeks flushed red. “Now, are you ready for some kissing?” she wondered.

I trembled again, my heart racing as I nodded weakly in response.

“Good boy,” she teased, only to grow more serious. “Although, maybe we should take it slow. “It’s like you’re struggling for air as it is.”

“I don’t know why,” I replied. “My heart is racing.”

She pursed her lips, her brow furrowing. She then glanced back, only to continue. "Yeah, let's just take our time and kiss slowly."

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"Okay," I replied hesitantly. "But why? Like, what are you thinking?"

“Well, I don’t think you’re in the mood enough,” she explained. “Or rather, you’re more nervous than anything, so I think it might help if we take our time to fix that.”

I supposed she might be right, and the idea of taking our time made me relax. However, as she leaned in for another kiss, I unexpectedly laughed, a bizarre idea suddenly occurring to me.

“What’s funny?” she asked, her tone full of amusement. “Humor wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” she added with a wink.

I took a deep breath, feeling a lot more relaxed now. “Well, I’ll tell you, but you’re probably going to think I’m really weird.”

She replied, a small smile playing on her full lips. “Kai, it would take a lot to ‘weird me out’ at this point. And I haven’t even really scratched the surface to how weird and kinky my parents really are.”

I frowned at that, prompting her to immediately give me an apologetic expression.

“Sorry, that probably wasn’t the best subject right now.” She planted another kiss on my lips. “So tell me?” she prompted with another smirk.

My head was swimming from her scent now, feeling like the aroma had significantly intensified, my mind scattered from her simple kiss.

“Umm…” I said, trying to collect my thoughts. “Oh, well, when my heart was racing just a few minutes ago, I was reacting almost as if I was being attacked by someone.” I looked at her apologetically. “I know that’s really weird, but then you completely took my mind off the sensation, and I suddenly thought it would be funny if you were actually a succubus or something.”

Immediately, Gabriella’s expression dropped as she blanched, looking like she’d seen a ghost.

Her scent was instantly tainted with fear.

I focused on her in surprise. “What’s wrong?” I asked seriously.

She blinked a few times, before meeting my gaze hesitantly. “I…” Her voice trailed off. “You don’t think I really am, do you?” she asked almost inaudibly.

I looked at her in shock. “I mean, how would I know? Why? Do you think you are?” I asked seriously.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out slowly, not responding for a long minute. “Sorry,” she finally whispered, her emerald gaze meeting mine again.

Without thinking, I reached out and rested my hand on her cheek, only to reach up and gently run my fingers through her vibrant red hair.

She continued without prompt. “It’s just, whenever I used to complain about guys trying to hook up with me, my mom always teased me that it was because I was part succubus. A sixteenth, to be exact.” She grimaced. “Or at least, I assumed she was teasing. But with you saying that…”

“Could you ask her?” I wondered. “And would there be any danger if you were actually part succubus?”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” she whispered, sounding vulnerable.

I scoffed. “Gabriella, look at me. I’m not exactly human myself, and while I’ve never met anyone else supernatural, I’m well aware it would be foolish to think I was all alone in the world. Plus, you’ve eaten meat, and your scent hasn’t changed, so my assumption that it is from you being vegetarian might actually be wrong. Maybe it’s because, well, because you’re part succubus.”

She frowned as she considered that, her red eyebrows knitted together. “My mom has also said she’s an eighth succubus, and she once explained that’s why she…” Her voice trailed off, looking embarrassed now.

“She what?” I prompted.

Gabriella took a deep breath, looking away. “You…you won’t, like, leave me or anything, right? If I tell you just how weird my mom is?”

I was again shocked. “What? No, of course not!” I then sighed when she didn’t seem convinced. “Gabriella, think about it from my perspective. You’re probably the only person I can ever be with. I’m not going to risk telling my secret to anyone else, not even Serenity, and even if I did tell someone else, I’m still crazy about you.”

Unexpectedly, she looked at me with a critical eye. “Serenity?” she repeated.

I held her gaze for a second, trying to understand her expression, before it dawned on me that I’d just sort of connected those two concepts together – dating someone else, and telling Serenity my secret.

And she’d picked up on it.

Maybe it was my tone, or just the way I said it, I wasn’t sure. But she definitely read between the lines.

Dammit.

I couldn’t help but look away.

Which of course, told her what I didn’t want to tell her.

“Kai,” she said, sounding incredulous. “You like Serenity?”

Dammit!

I knew I had to say ‘no.’

I knew I had to!

But I couldn’t respond, my heart racing again.

“Shit,” Gabriella hissed.

I looked at her in shock, afraid that now she was going to consider leaving me. “I’m sorry,” I said without thinking.

She sighed, shaking her head as she climbed off me. At first, I thought she was going to walk away, but instead she moved over toward my head, prompting me to sit up so she could sit down next to me.

She seemed pensive now.

“Please say something,” I whispered after a second. Part of me still wanted to try denying it, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say that I didn’t love Serenity like that.

It was easy to deny when I was in middle school, because back then I truly just viewed her as Serenity. Sure, I loved her more than anything, but I didn’t want her more than that back then. It wasn’t until I got in high school that I started realizing that I was really attracted to her.

Or rather, I just noticed how ridiculously hot she was.

Gabriella reached out and put her hand on the jeans on my thigh, as if she was trying to reassure me, but didn’t respond. I finally covered her hand with my own, prompting her to look up at me apologetically.

“Sorry,” she said again. “I just don’t know how to respond. I thought Serenity’s reaction was weird at dinner, when we talked about getting married, but only now do I realize why that might be.”

“W-What?” I stuttered in disbelief.

She sighed heavily, focusing on her small flatscreen TV next to the apartment door. “Kai, when Serenity talks about you, she doesn’t sound like a girl talking about her younger brother.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Literally, I couldn’t believe it.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked seriously, wondering if this was some kind of test.

Her voice was almost inaudible as she responded, staring straight ahead, her green eyes unfocused. “Because I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. She then focused on me with a grimace. “Kai, you’re not actually related to her, and while some people might frown at it, there is really nothing stopping you from being with her.” She paused. “Well, except for her, of course. She’d have to be willing. But I’m not sure if she realizes how she really feels. However, tonight she didn’t look only upset. She looked devastated, as if she’d just found out her boyfriend cheated on her.” She focused on the wall again, slumping back more into the couch cushions. “But I don’t want to get serious with you, only to have you break my heart by leaving me for her.”

“I…” I took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t do that,” I replied, knowing I was trying to convince myself just as much as her.

She didn’t respond, causing us both to fall silent again.

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