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

{Raven}

Raven stood before the mirror, adjusting her dark cloak one final time. Her grey eyes, sharp and alert, scanned her reflection critically.

Perfect. Not a hair out of place.

Her gaze drifted to Melisa's empty bed, on its own. The sheets were still rumpled and there was a single forgotten book lying open on the pillow.

[One more week,] Raven thought. Her chest tightened unexpectedly. [You do not miss her. You are fine. You can do this.]

One more week before Melisa's training with the court sorceress was complete. One more week before she'd be back and things wouldn't be so damn quiet around here.

Raven's lips twitched in what might have been a smile.

She shook her head, banishing the thoughts. No time for that now.

With one last glance at her reflection, Raven stepped out into the hallway.

Javir was there, leaning against the wall. Her sunlight-colored hair gleamed in the dim light.

"Ready?" Javir asked, straightening up.

Raven nodded. "Let's go."

They made their way through the academy's winding corridors, their footsteps echoing in the silence until they emerged at the gates. The night air was crisp against Raven's skin as they stepped outside.

Syux's streets were eerily quiet. Spirit crystal lampposts cast pools of soft blue light, barely penetrating the thick darkness between them.

A pair of guards passed by, nodding respectfully to Javir. She returned the gesture with a tight smile.

"Beautiful night," Javir commented, her voice low.

"Mhm." Raven grunted in response.

Javir chuckled.

"Still not much for conversation, I see."

They walked in silence for a while. Raven's eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, old habits dying hard.

"So," Javir said, breaking the quiet. "Looking forward to having Melisa back?"

Raven's step faltered for a microsecond. If Javir noticed, she didn't comment. Quickly, Raven regained her composure, though, if it was even evident that she'd lost it.

"It's... been quiet," Raven admitted.

Javir's knowing smile made Raven's skin prickle.

"I'm sure it has. Hah, hard to get that girl to stop talking when she's spotted something she's interested in. But, once she leaves the room, I feel you tend to realize you didn't mind it actually, you know?"

"... Yeah."

They rounded a corner, approaching a dilapidated building. Paint peeled from its walls, windows boarded up haphazardly. Raven looked around.

[As usual, no guards in this part of town. Some have no doubt been paid to mind their own business, some just don't patrol this area as much.]

"This is it?" Javir asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Raven nodded.

"According to my intel, yes."

Javir's eyes darted around, ensuring no guards were nearby.

"Let's move."

They slipped inside, the door creaking ominously behind them.

Raven's hand went to the dagger at her hip, muscles coiled and ready for action. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom.

Empty.

No furniture. No signs of life. Just bare walls and dust-covered floors.

"What the hell?" Javir muttered, moving further into the room.

Raven's brow furrowed.

"This doesn't make sense." In an instant, Raven recalled the maps she'd been given, highlighting various Shadow Mage hideouts throughout the city. This place was among them. "I was certain..."

She trailed off, moving to examine the far wall. Her fingers traced the rough surface, searching for any hidden mechanisms.

Nothing.

"Could your information have been wrong?" Javir asked, her tone carefully neutral.

Raven's jaw clenched.

"It's... possible. They could have fed me false info on purpose. But, it's unlikely."

She turned, meeting Javir's gaze.

"I don't know. Something's not right here."

Javir nodded, her expression grim.

"I agree. This feels like—"

A sound, like a magical hissing, made them both stop. Both women tensed, eyes snapping to the ceiling.

"Trap," Raven finished, her voice barely audible.

Javir's hands were already moving, tracing complex patterns in the air.

"Ventus, spirare, defendere!" she whispered.

A shimmering barrier of wind sprang up around them just as the ceiling exploded inward.

Dark-robed figures dropped into the room, their faces hidden behind featureless masks.

[There you are.]

Raven's dagger was in her hand in an instant. She lunged forward, the blade finding a gap in one mage's robes.

The figure crumpled with a strangled cry.

Javir's magic crackled through the air, bolts of lightning arcing between the attackers.

But there were too many. For every one they took down, two more seemed to appear.

"We need to get out of here!" Javir shouted, her back pressed against Raven's.

Raven nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.

"The window. On three."

"One."

A fireball whizzed past Raven's ear, singeing her hair.

"Two."

Javir's barrier flickered, weakening under the constant assault.

"Three!"

They dove for the boarded-up window, Javir's magic blasting it open just before they hit.

They tumbled into the street, glass and splinters raining down around them.

Raven was on her feet in an instant, pulling Javir up.

"Run!" she hissed.

They sprinted through the dark streets. Both Raven and Javir were quick, agile individuals. The Shadow Mages behind them were not.

It didn't take much to lose them. Soon, the sounds of pursuit faded behind them.

Perhaps subconsciously, they ended up back at the academy. Only when they reached the academy gates did they slow, both panting heavily.

Javir leaned against the wall, her face pale in the moonlight.

"Well," she gasped. "That could have gone better."

Raven's lips twitched in what might have been a smirk.

"Understatement."

"It's likely they figured out the pattern we were following. They must have guessed we'd be coming to this place next and set up a trap. Ugh," Javir sighed. "Wish they'd make it easy for us."

"They were going to figure it out at some point," Raven shrugged. "But, it's fine. I can think of a few other ways to fight these people."

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{Margaret}

Margaret's eyes fluttered open, dawn's first light peeking through the curtains like a nosy neighbor.

She stretched. Her massive tits threatened to burst free from her nightshirt, the fabric straining heroically against the onslaught.

Her body pleasantly sore from the night's... activities

[... Well, if there's one good thing to come from this quarantine, it's that my dear husband has more time to make sure his needy wife is taken care of~ Small victories, I suppose.]

Beside her, Melistair snored. His purple skin glistened, the sheets barely preserving his modesty.

Margaret smirked. She could almost still feel him inside her, stretching her just right.

[Focus, Margaret,] she scolded herself. [Coffee first. Then you can drain him dry later.]

She slipped out of bed, donning a little nightgown. For some reason, Javir, Melistair, even Melisa tended to keep their eyes fixed on her when she wore this. She liked it.

"Ohhh," Margaret thought, as a chill passed her by, carried by the frosty, morning air. "Cold day, huh?" Her nipples perked up.

Now downstairs, Margaret hummed to herself.

In the kitchen, she played the role of a "barista", as Melisa would sometimes call her throughout the years. Strong and black coffee for Melistair. Sweet and creamy for Javir. For herself? A perfect balance.

[*sigh* What would these two horny beasts do without me?] she thought, smiling to herself.

A noise outside caught her attention. Margaret frowned, peeking out the window like a curious cat.

There was Jaylin, bathed in dawn's glow, practicing spell parries with an admirable amount of dedication.

Margaret's brow furrowed. How long had the poor dear been out there?

Concerned mom mode activated.

Margaret whipped up another coffee, adding cream and sugar. Just how Jaylin liked it, though she'd rather eat dirt than admit it. Javir had ratted her out.

Margaret stepped outside, dewy grass tickling her toes.

"Jaylin?" she called, voice soft.

The girl stiffened like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She turned, eyes narrowing.

"What do you want?" Jaylin snapped. But her gaze betrayed her, dropping to Margaret's cleavage before darting away, cheeks aflame.

Margaret, bless her oblivious heart, held out the mug.

"Thought you could use this. Been out here a while, hm?"

Jaylin's jaw clenched. For a moment, Margaret thought she might hiss and scurry away.

But then, sighing like Margaret had asked her to give up her firstborn, Jaylin took the coffee.

"Thanks," she mumbled, suddenly fascinated by the grass.

Margaret beamed.

"You're welcome, sweetie. Don't work too hard, okay?"

Jaylin grunted, already turning back to her practice.

As Margaret sashayed away, she felt Jaylin's eyes on her.

[Hopefully, she appreciated that. Such a diligent student,] Margaret thought, smiling. [Always so focused!]

She paused at the door, glancing back.

"There's more inside if you want. You're always welcome, Jaylin. Our home is your home... Literally!"
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The girl's face turned redder than a tomato's wet dream. But she nodded, a tiny dip of her head.

It was progress. Slow as molasses, but progress nonetheless.

Margaret re-entered the house, warmth hugging her like an old friend. Upstairs, someone stirred. Melistair or Javir, no doubt summoned by coffee's siren call.

As she poured two more mugs, Margaret's mind wandered. To Melistair's strong hands. Javir's clever tongue. The way Jaylin's eyes had lingered, probably admiring her motherly charm.

Obviously.