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

Melisa wandered the academy grounds, her mind stuck on a single image that refused to disappear.

Aria, legs spread on silk sheets, fingers working between her thighs, whispering Melisa's name, of all people.

[It doesn't mean anything,] she reminded herself for the tenth time that morning. [People masturbate to all sorts of random shit.]

Still, she couldn't deny there was a certain element to it that kinda changed things. Namely, the fact that this was the queen. The actual ruler of the kingdom, pleasuring herself while saying Melisa's name.

Not something she could have even imagined nine years ago.

"Get it together," she muttered, kicking at a loose stone on the path. "You've got bigger problems than the queen's... masturbation habits.

Like the Shadow Mages still lingering. Or the fact that both Jaylin and Raven seemed just as reluctant as she was to give up the disc's power.

A flash of black hair caught her attention.

[Oh, Raven.]

Raven sat alone on a stone bench beneath a flowering tree, her posture perfect as always, her face turned toward the sky.

"Hey," Melisa said with a smile, approaching her. "Mind if I join you?"

Raven's eyes snapped to her, blinking.

"Melisa. Good morning." She shifted slightly, making room on the bench.

Melisa plopped down beside her with considerably less grace.

"So," she began, leaning back and relaxing. "You kinda left the dorm early today."

"Had a lot to do." Raven replied quickly, turning her eyes back to the scene around them.

"Gotcha. How's it going with... you know... the Memory Snare stuff?"

"... Productive," Raven replied. "I have gathered significant information."

"Find anything interesting?"

Raven took a moment, like she was trying to find the right way to say this.

"I have observed that most people have secret desires they never express." She paused. "There was a part of me that wondered if everyone was as... open about their desires as Isabella was. I'm beginning to understand how much of an outlier she is."

Melisa snorted.

"Well, I could have told you that much. She's a weirdo, for sure."

[But, well, she's our weirdo.]

"And," Raven continued. "Many engage in sexual activities that would be considered unusual by societal standards."

"Tell me about it. Ugh, I've seen things I can never unsee."

"Such as?" Raven seemed curious.

"Well..." she trailed off, Aria's breathy whisper echoing in her mind. "A-Anyway, how much longer do you think you'll need the Memory Snare active?"

"I have not completed my research," Raven said. "There are still things I do not fully comprehend."

Before Melisa could respond, Raven reached into her satchel and pulled out a small bouquet of wildflowers tied with a simple string.

"These are for you," she said, thrusting them forward with mechanical precision.

Melisa blinked in surprise.

"For me? Why?"

"I-" Raven started and then stopped herself. "I... figured you'd like them."

Melisa blinked. Then, she took the flowers carefully, genuinely touched by the unexpected gesture.

"Wow. They're beautiful, Raven. Thank you."

Raven nodded once, her expression not changing but her posture relaxing slightly.

"The Memory Snare has been... educational."

"I can see that," Melisa replied, unable to suppress a grin. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Raven's cheek. "Very educational indeed."

Raven froze, her eyes widening a fraction. Slowly, her hand rose to touch the spot where Melisa's lips had been.

"That was a positive response."

"Very positive," Melisa assured her, giggling. "You know, one of these days I feel like we should get back to just.. hanging out. There's been so much going on lately."

"I'd like that," Raven said, smiling a little.

"By the way," she said suddenly, "have you noticed any... weird memories?"

Raven tilted her head.

"Define 'weird.'"

"I dunno, just stuff you didn't expect to see."

"Well," Raven's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I experienced an unusual memory last night in which I was viewing events from Professor Hamlin's perspective. He was engaged in sexual intercourse with Headmistress Eliana on her desk."

"Ew! Seriously?" Melisa grimaced. "Those two? That's so gross!"

"Headmistress Eliana said 'harder, you inadequate worm'. I..." She blushed a bit. "I'm not too sure what to make of that."

Melisa burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, Raven! I did not need that mental image."

"..." Raven shrugged.

Randomly, Aria's face flashed through Melisa's mind again.

[Nope, not thinking about that again. Not right now.]

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{Jaylin}

Jaylin stood in the hallway outside the kitchen, listening to the sounds of Margaret moving about inside. Her heart hammered against her ribs, palms slick with nervous sweat.

[Just walk in there and say hi,] she told herself. [Casual. Normal. Don't be a fucking creep.]

Ever since her "incident" in the bathroom during dinner, she'd been avoiding Margaret like the plague. Which was difficult considering they shared a house. But the memory she'd witnessed had been on constant replay in Jaylin's mind.

She needed more. Just one more glimpse. One more touch to satisfy this burning curiosity.

[Javir would be so disappointed in you,] a nagging voice in her head warned. [This is exactly what she warned against.]

But that voice was easily drowned out by the memory of Margaret's big tits moving as she got pounded from behind.

[... I'm so weak.]

Taking a deep breath, Jaylin stepped into the kitchen doorway.

"Morning," she said, trying for nonchalance and failing spectacularly as her voice cracked on the simple word.

Margaret looked up from the dough she was kneading, flour dusting her hands and a smudge of it on her cheek. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid, but strands had escaped to frame her face.

"Jaylin! Gooooood morning," she smiled. "You're up early. Hungry?"

"I—" Jaylin began, but the words died in her throat as her eyes met Margaret's.

The world tilted.

Margaret was on her knees in the bedroom, her hands gripping Melistair's thighs. His cock was even more impressive from this angle, thick and purple-hued, the head glistening with pre-cum as Margaret licked a slow stripe from base to tip.

"You taste so good," she purred, her red eyes gleaming as she took him into her mouth inch by deliberate inch. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, one hand cupping his heavy balls, the other reaching between her own legs to pleasure herself.

Melistair groaned, his hand coming to rest on her head.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Take it all, babe."

Margaret hummed around his length, sending vibrations that made him curse under his breath. Then, with practiced ease, she relaxed her throat and took him to the base, her nose pressing against his stomach, his entire cock disappearing into her eager mouth.

"Fuck," Melistair hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. "That mouth was made for my cock."

Reality snapped back into focus, Jaylin finding herself still standing in the doorway, her face burning hot and a mortifying wetness gathering between her legs.

The strangest part? She hadn't touched Margaret. They were standing several feet apart, connected only by eye contact.

"Jaylin?" Margaret's concerned voice broke through her daze. "Are you feeling alright? You look flushed."

"Fine!" Jaylin squeaked, backing away. "Just remembered—assignment—late—gotta go!"

She fled, practically running down the hallway and out the front door, not stopping until she reached the small garden behind the house. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she leaned against a tree, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

The Memory Snare had activated without physical contact.

Just by looking at Margaret, she'd been thrust into another of her intimate memories. What did that mean? Was the artifact's influence growing stronger? Spreading?

[I need to tell Javir.]