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

{Melisa}

Melisa's eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through her curtains. She stretched, arching as she shook off the last vestiges of sleep. Her tail moved lazily against the sheets, a contented purr rumbling in her throat.

[... Alright, back to work, I guess.]

As she padded downstairs after getting dressed, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafted through the air. Melisa's stomach growled in anticipation.

She rounded the corner to find Margaret at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes.

This was, of course, one of the better parts of staying at Javir's manor and not at the academy. Melisa had been unaware of just how much she missed this view.

God, Margaret looked good. Her tits, so full of milk and so plump, bounced gently even from the slightest motion. Her hips, literally child-bearing (having birthed two children thus far), were so... grabbable.

Without hesitation, Melisa walked over and wrapped her arms around her mother from behind, pressing her body close.

"Morning, Mom," she purred with her lips just an inch from Margaret's ear, her voice low and sultry. "Smells delicious. Almost as good as you."

Margaret chuckled, leaning back into Melisa's embrace.

"Behave yourself, young lady," she admonished, but there was no real bite to her words. In fact, she even placed her hands gently over Melisa's wrists, like she meant to keep her there. "You haven't even had your coffee yet."

Melisa grinned, planting a slow, wet kiss on Margaret's cheek (and giving one of those milk bags of hers a playful squeeze) before releasing her.

"Love you."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

As she moved to set the table, her gaze drifted to the window. Outside, Jaylin was already up and at it, her hand moving through the air as she practiced her spell parries for the presentation.

[Damn,] Melisa thought, a twinge of guilt gnawing at her. [I really should be out there too. Can't let the competition get ahead. I mean, we're on the same team, but... It's still clearly a competition.]

But the allure of otherworldly pancakes proved too strong, and Melisa pushed the thought aside.

There'd be time for training later.

---

Some time passed and Melisa found herself striding through the opulent halls of the palace, her footsteps echoing off the marble floors. She'd barely finished digesting breakfast.

[Just another day in the life,] she mused, shaking her head. [I have lots more nim to heal, but, unfortunately, I also only have a limited amount of time with Zephyra. I can't just ignore my lessons.]

As she approached Zephyra's office, Melisa took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever new crisis awaited. She knocked once, then pushed the door open without waiting for a response.

Zephyra looked up from her desk, a small smile playing on her lips as Melisa entered.

"Ah, right on time," the court sorceress said, her voice smooth as silk. "Close the door, would you? We have much to discuss."

Melisa complied, then settled into the chair across from Zephyra.

She tried and completely failed at keeping her eyes from roaming the mage's body.

[God, it's like she's trying to make me jump her.]

"So," Melisa said, leaning forward. "What's the latest?"

Zephyra's expression turned grim.

"I'm afraid I don't have much in the form of good news," she said, shuffling through some papers on her desk. "We've had more attacks on Cursed nim families. The pattern is... concerning."

Melisa's brow furrowed.

"Wait, so, we have a pattern now?"

Zephyra met her gaze, her amethyst eyes intense.

"Two things stand out," she explained. "First, all the attacks are happening at night. And second..." She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Second what?" Melisa prompted, a knot forming in her stomach.

"They seem to be deliberately avoiding you," Zephyra finished. "Every attack has been as far from your last known locations as possible."

Melisa leaned back in her chair, her mind racing.

"Huh... I guess that makes sense."

"Indeed," Zephyra agreed. "Given that you're the only nim walking around out in the open, they're probably well-informed about your movements. And that they're afraid of confronting you directly."

Melisa wasn't sure what to think about that.

[Really? They're afraid of confronting me?] Melisa thought about it, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. [I mean, I've taken out more random assassins than I can count, but... it feels weird that they'd go out of their way not to fight me.]

Melisa's fingers drummed on the armrest of her chair.

"I feel like they could just be doing that to get my guard down," Melisa muttered.

"How do you figure?"

"So far, I've been allowed to walk freely," Melisa shrugged. "Chances are, at least in my opinion, that won't remain that way for long."

Zephyra nodded slowly.

"They're setting up a trap, maybe? Lulling you into a false sense of security, waiting until you have no Essence left, and then striking at that moment?"

The more Melisa's mind went down this train of thought, the more sense it made.

"Yeah, yeah, I think so."

"Hm. In that case, you'll have to make sure you have some help with you at all times. Can you ensure that remains the case?"

"I can," Melisa replied. "I mean, I think."

"Good."

---

Soon, having learned a couple more spells from Zephyra, Melisa and Isabella strolled through the bustling streets of Syux, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cobblestones.

Melisa couldn't help but notice that her kitsune friend seemed... off.

Isabella's usual bounce was missing, her emerald eyes distant and unfocused.

[Something's definitely up with her,] Melisa thought, her brow furrowing. [Time to be nosy!]

"Alright, spill it," Melisa said, nudging Isabella with her elbow. "What's got your fluffy tail in a twist?"

Isabella blinked, coming back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Just... some stuff that happened at the party."

Melisa's ears perked up at that.

"Oh yeah, the party! I totally forgot about that," she exclaimed. "How'd it go? Did you manage to schmooze any stuffy nobles into buying your wand?"

A slow, wicked grin spread across Isabella's face, her eyes lighting up with that familiar mischievous glint.

"Oh, it was lots of fun," she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion. "I made some mutually beneficial connections."

Melisa rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a grin of her own.

"Uh-huh. I bet you did," she teased. "Any of these 'connections' involve you on your knees in a broom closet?"

Isabella gasped in mock offense.

"I'll have you know, I have standards," she protested. Then, with a wink, she added, "It was the balcony, actually~"

They both burst into laughter, drawing curious glances from passersby.

But reality came crashing back as they rounded a corner and Melisa looked down at her map.

"Alright, here we are." Melisa sighed. "Duty calls," she muttered, approaching the door with Isabella close behind.

They knocked, and an exhausted-looking human woman answered. One look at her red-rimmed eyes told Melisa everything she needed to know.

"I'm sorry," the woman said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're too late. She... she passed yesterday."

Melisa's heart sank.

[Oh. Shit.]

"I... understand," she said softly. "I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anything we can do?"

The woman shook her head, already closing the door.

"Thank you, but... no. We just need time."

As they walked away, Melisa felt the weight of failure pressing down on her. It wasn't really her fault, of course. But...

[Maybe I could have come here sooner or something.]

Isabella watched her friend's shoulders slump, concern etched across her face.

She made an expression like she was thinking of something. Then, without warning, with a look of "I got it!" Isabella grabbed Melisa's wrist and pulled her into a nearby alley.

Before Melisa could protest, Isabella pressed her against the wall, their bodies flush against each other.

"Wha-" Melisa started, but her words were cut off as Isabella's lips crashed into hers.

Isabella's tongue darted out, teasing at the seam of Melisa's lips. With a soft moan, Melisa opened her mouth, letting Isabella in. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a desperate hunger.

Melisa's hands found Isabella's hips, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat radiating off the kitsune's body, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Isabella's tail swished excitedly, brushing against Melisa's legs.

Isabella sucked on Melisa's tongue, drawing a deep, guttural moan from the nim. Their saliva mingled, and Melisa found herself swallowing, savoring the taste of her lover. Isabella's hands tangled in Melisa's hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss even further.

[Gods, I needed this,] Melisa thought, losing herself in the sensation.

They broke apart for air, both panting heavily. Isabella's eyes were dark with lust, her lips swollen and glistening.

"Feel better?" she asked, her voice husky.

Melisa nodded, still a bit dazed.

"Yeah, I... wow. What brought that on?"

Isabella shrugged, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

"You looked like you needed a distraction," she said. "And, well, I'm always happy to provide."

Melisa chuckled, shaking her head.

"Heh, much appreciated, I guess. I just..." She sighed. "Hate that this sort of thing is even happening, you know?"
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"Indeed. But, hey, at least you're trying. Come on," Isabella tugged on her hand. "What's the next place on the list?"

"Let's see..."

As they stepped back out onto the street, straightening their clothes and trying to look innocent, Melisa couldn't help but smile.

[Maybe I can't save everyone,] she mused, watching Isabella's tail sway as they walked. [But like she said, all I can do is keep trying.]