Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!

The midday sun beat down on Syux Academy like an overzealous dominatrix, but Melisa couldn't feel the heat.

No, she was too busy fuming. Her internal temperature was probably hot enough to fry an egg on her forehead.

[Really? Really!?!?]

Melisa paced back and forth in the gazebo. Armia and Isabella watched her from nearby, their heads moving back and forth like they were at a particularly aggressive tennis match.

"Did you see that smug bitch's face?" Melisa exploded. "Oh, 'I want to have Melisa as my partner', yeah, right. As if it isn't obvious that she's just trying to make my life more annoying!"

Isabella, sprawled across a bench like a cat, with one hand lifting up her head, raised a brow.

"You know, most people would kill to have a literal princess give them that kind of attention."

Melisa whirled on her, eyes blazing.

"Yeah, well, most people aren't under investigation for regicide! It's not exactly a turn-on when your study partner thinks you offed her mom!"

[Although...] Melisa's inner voice piped up. [No. No, no, no, no! That's not happening. Stop it!]

She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge that particular thought before it could take root. Now was not the time for her libido to start calling the shots. She needed to think clearly.

"Eh, as long as she doesn't spend half the day accusing you of stuff, it shouldn't be that bad, right?" Armia asked.

"She will!" Melisa groaned. "Every other conversation we have is gonna be her trying to not-so-subtly imply that I'm guilty of a crime I didn't commit. And, I bet you she isn't going to do ANY of the actual work for the project!"

"Maybe, but at least you'll have a nice face to look at." Isabella, smirking, followed that up with, "but perhaps we should focus on more pressing matters? Like, oh I don't know, our dear friends, the Shadow Mages."

Melisa opened her mouth to retort, but Isabella cut her off with a grin that said she wasn't done.

"And, actually," she purred, sitting up with a flourish, "I might have a plan for that."

Melisa and Armia turned to her, eyebrows raised in perfect synchronization.

"Oh?" Melisa prodded. "And when exactly did you come up with this master plan?"

Isabella's grin widened, showing off canines that looked just a tad too sharp.

"While gagging on mommy's cock, of course. Nothing gets the creative juices flowing like a good old-fashioned ~skull-fucking~"

That was the most flowery, most elegant "skull-fucking" Melisa had ever heard.

Armia made a choking sound that was probably supposed to be a cough. Melisa just sighed, long-suffering and fond.

"Alright, let's hear it."

Isabella's eyes lit up.

"Picture this: a grand event. A special showcase, if you will. We invite merchants from all over to come see my latest invention - the wand. And who better to promote it than our very own purple-skinned magical prodigy?"

Melisa blinked, her brow furrowing.

"Okay, but how exactly does this help with our Shadow Mage problem?"

Isabella's grin turned predatory.

"Think about it, babe. Those shadowy bastards know exactly how big a threat we are. There's no way in hell they'd pass up an opportunity to take us all out at once."

The gears in Melisa's head started turning, picking up speed like a runaway freight train.

"So... we're basically setting ourselves up as bait?"

"Bingo!" Isabella chirped, looking far too pleased with herself. "We lure them out, kick their asses, and promote my invention all in one go. It's like killing two birds with one stone, except the birds are assassins and the stone is your sexy purple fist."

Armia nodded slowly, a smile spreading across her face.

"That's... actually not a bad plan. Risky as all hell, but not bad."

Melisa felt a grin tugging at her own lips, the earlier frustration melting away like ice cream on a hot sidewalk.

"Alright," Melisa said, clapping her hands together. "Let's do this. But if I end up dead because of this harebrained scheme, I'm coming back to haunt your sexy asses for eternity."

Isabella's grin turned sultry.

"Promise?"

Armia groaned, rubbing her temples.

"I'm surrounded by horny idiots."

As the three of them began to hash out the details of their plan, Melisa couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. Sure, they were basically painting giant targets on their backs, but hey - at least it wasn't boring.

And who knew? Maybe by the end of all this, she'd have cleared her name and taken these guys down once and for all.

[Now that,] Melisa thought, a wicked grin spreading across her face, [would be one hell of a happy ending.]

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Melisa burst through the front door of her home like a purple whirlwind, her horns nearly catching on the doorframe. Isabella and Armia trailed behind her, looking like they'd just survived a particularly rowdy carnival ride.

"Home sweet home!" Melisa announced to no one in particular, her voice a mix of relief and lingering frustration from their earlier planning session.

Isabella sidled up next to her, a mischievous glint in her eye that could make a saint sweat.

"You know, all that talk earlier gave me a few... ideas."

Melisa turned to her, eyebrow raised so high it threatened to escape her forehead entirely.

"Yeah, like what?"

Isabella's grin widened, showing off canines that looked just a tad too sharp.

"That 'strap-on' you mentioned way back when... I really should try making one of those, I think."

"Really?" Melisa raised her brows. "You're already packing, though."

"Melisa, come on," Isabella rolled her eyes. "It's obviously not for me. It's for you."

Melisa rolled her eyes.

"You reaaaaally want to find a way for me to rail you, huh?"

"Ab-so-lutely~" Isabella sauntered over, arms wrapped around Melisa's shoulders. "You don't know how many times I've dreamed of you bending me over."

"Well, if it's just that, I could just do that right now!"

Suddenly, as Armia pulled back, blushing and brows raised, Melisa pushed Isabella onto the couch and bent her over.

"Boom, boom, boom! Take my fucking cock!" Melisa yelled as she tried her hardest not to laugh.

"Aaah~ You're so deep!" Isabella played along, arching her back and moving her hips back to meet Melisa's.

As Melisa pretend-fucked Isabella's ass, a familiar voice caught her attention. She turned, her eyes widening at the scene before her.

There, in the back of the room, was Jaylin. And next to her, looking like a student hanging on her teacher's every word, was Margaret.

They were... doing magic?

[Oh?] Melisa thought, her inner voice a mix of surprise and something that felt suspiciously like guilt. [When did this little study session start happening?]

She watched as Jaylin guided Margaret's hand through a simple spell motion, her usual scowl replaced by an expression of intense concentration. Margaret's face was lit up with childlike wonder, her red eyes sparkling as a small flame danced above her palm.

[Aaaaah, I promised I'd teach her,] Melisa realized with a start. [Fuck me sideways, I completely forgot with all this bullshit going on.]

The guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. Here she was, acting like she was clapping her kitsune girlfriend's cheeks, while her own mother was learning magic from... Jaylin? Of all people?

[Talk about an unlikely duo,] Melisa mused, her head tilting to the side as she observed them. [It's like watching a grumpy cat teach a excited puppy how to meow.]

"Well, well, well," Isabella's voice cut through Melisa's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. She was still bent over, grinding her ass against Melisa's groin. "Looks like auntie found herself a new playmate. Jealous, Melisa?"

Melisa spanked her ass hard.

"Shut it, you. That's my mom."

"So?" Isabella asked, one brow arched high.

[... She kinda has a point there,] Melisa thought, recalling the taste of Margaret's clit.

Before Melisa could respond, Margaret looked up, finally noticing their presence. Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Melisa, honey!" she called out, waving enthusiastically. The flame in her hand flickered dangerously close to Jaylin's eyebrows. "Look what I can do!"

Jaylin, for her part, looked like she was seriously reconsidering her life choices.

[Well,] Melisa thought, a grin spreading across her face despite the lingering guilt, [this ought to be interesting.]

She strode forward, ready to praise her mother's newfound skills and maybe, just maybe, figure out what the hell was going on between her and Jaylin.

[And hey,] her inner voice chimed in, [if things get too awkward, I can always use Isabella as a distraction. One mention of 'mommy's cock' and we'll all be too stunned to remember why we were uncomfortable in the first place.]