Chapter 316: This Wasn’t The Sex Education Elyn Had Been Taught
Chapter 316: This Wasn’t the Sex Education Elyn Had Been Taught
Elyn’s POV
Aquaria leaned back in her chair, her deep blue eyes studying me with an expression that was impossible to read. Water continued to drip from her fingers, pooling on the desk between us, and I could hear the distant sounds of the station behind me — voices, footsteps, the occasional clang of a cell door.
"I can’t let you go," she said finally. "Not until we actually know you’re telling the truth."
I sighed at that. I wasn’t even the least bit surprised. Of course she could not let me go. I was a suspect.
"But for what it’s worth," she continued, "I believe you. You don’t seem like someone who would kidnap children."
I blinked in shock.
"You believe me?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Then why can’t you just let me go?" I asked.
"Because protocols are protocols," she said calmly. "I can’t release someone based on a feeling. I need evidence. I need confirmation."
I slumped in my chair, dejected and absolutely defeated.
I had been so close. I had almost convinced her, or so I thought.
And now I was back to waiting, back to hoping that the children would say the right things, back to praying that someone would believe me.
"If that’s the case," I said, my voice flat, "then I have to admit that I don’t actually have anything to tell you."
Aquaria’s expression shifted.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean I don’t have anything to tell you about sex," I said, then pretended like I was looking at the door while I was actually observing her from the corner of my eye.
"You want information," I told her, "but you’re not willing to cut a deal with me. So I have nothing to offer you."
Aquaria whined, the sound making my eyes widen in shock.
What... no, Elyn, this was the demon realm. Of course professional police... no, Law and Order personnel would whine. It wasn’t shocking at all.
"You’re a succubus," she said. "You must know something. Anything. Please just tell me."
I shook my head, choosing to remain in character like I wasn’t still going to tell her at the end.
"Not unless you’re ready to make a deal," I said to her.
Aquaria was quiet for a long moment. She stared at me, her eyes searching my face, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head.
Then she spoke.
"How about this," she said slowly. "If you tell me what I want to know, and it turns out you’re guilty, I’ll reduce your sentence."
I gasped.
"You just told me you believe I’m not guilty!" I said.
Aquaria shrugged.
"Everyone is guilty until they’re proven not to be," she said. "That’s how the system works."
I stared at her.
"So you don’t actually believe me," I said. "You were just saying that to make me feel better."
"I believe you," she said. "But I also have to follow the rules."
I shook my head.
"It seems like you really don’t want to hear what I have to say then," I said. "Because if you did, you would actually make me a deal I could trust."
Aquaria whined again.
"Fine," she said. "How about this: I promise to make this all faster. I won’t keep you here for long. I’ll push your case through as quickly as possible. Just tell me something. Anything. Please."
I studied her for a moment.
"You mean that?" I asked, eyeing her.
She nodded eagerly.
"Yes," she said. "I swear."
I considered her words. Then I shook my head.
"I don’t trust you," I said. "All demons lie. I’m sure you’re about to trick me."
Aquaria gasped loudly.
It was a fake gasp — utterly theatrical, completely exaggerated.
The nerve of this bedwetting or floor-wetting demon.
"How dare you!" she said. "I would never—"
"You were absolutely about to trick me!" I said.
"No, of course not," she said quickly.
Then she reached into her desk and pulled out a parchment.
"We’ll sign on it," she said. "A formal agreement. Both of us. That way, neither of us can break our word."
I gave her a look.
"And what happens if you break your word?" I asked.
Aquaria paused.
Then she smiled.
"I’ll disappear," she said. "There will be no trace of me left behind."
I considered this for a long moment.
It was risky. I didn’t fully trust her. But I also didn’t have many options.
"Fine," I said finally.
We wrote the agreement together. The terms were simple: I would tell her what she wanted to know, and she would push my case through as quickly as possible. If either of us broke the agreement, we would disappear.
We both signed.
Then I leaned forward.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
Aquaria leaned forward too, her eyes bright with anticipation.
"Everything," she said.
I nodded.
"Alright," I said. "But first, you need to understand something. Sex isn’t just about the process. It’s about feeling. It’s about emotions. It’s about connection."
Aquaria nodded eagerly, hanging on my every word.
"Then there’s foreplay," I continued. "Kissing, touching, building anticipation. If done well, it can lead to orgasms. It can make the entire experience better."
Aquaria’s eyes widened.
"Really?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Really," I said. "I’ve also seen some of my kind climax just from kissing. That’s to tell you just how vast sex is. It’s more than you know. More than even I know. It’s just a pity I haven’t experienced that kissing orgasm."
"Oh my!" Aquaria said, fanning herself.
Now here’s the thing: I had no idea if what I just said was true.
I was just repeating things I had read in R18 books from my past life — the kind of books that were passed around in secret, the kind that were filled with ridiculous claims and exaggerated descriptions.
Did I believe one could orgasm from just being kissed? Nope, no way. Except maybe if the person doing the kissing was... no, I shook my head.
I wasn’t going to think about that bile demon I was going to kill and bury six feet below.
"There’s also the topic you asked me on the street."
Aquaria’s eyes widened at that.
"Blowjobs?" she asked me.
I nodded.
"Blowjobs."
"You know about it?"
"Not just know," I told her, then I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I’m the expert at it. No one else beats me."
Aquaria beamed.
While I started putting together information from past experiences, which were very few, and R18 novels.