Succumania

A fake, over-the-top laugh echoed through the overwhelmingly red room of an abandoned apartment tucked away in a grimy alley. Dim, flickering neon light bled through the cracked blinds, painting everything in shades of crimson.

At the center of it all, on a makeshift throne constructed entirely out of stacked cardboard boxes, a succubus sat cross-legged, one leg bouncing lazily. Her sunglasses were perched atop her head, reflecting the dim light as she took a slow, exaggerated sip from a cheap wine glass.

She was dressed in a red jacket lined with thick black fur at the cuffs and collar, its style just ostentatious enough to scream "wannabe crime boss." Her long brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her nails—painted a striking blue—tapped against the glass with an air of self-importance.

The self-proclaimed boss of Team Rouge reclined further into her cardboard throne, swirling the wine dramatically before breaking into another self-satisfied chuckle.

Yes. Life was good.

Even after being sent into another world last month, she remained a queen. Queen Eva. 

And soon, she would conquer the world. 

Yes, that was the plan—a flawless plan, really. Nothing could possibly go wrong. The humans in this world were fragile, easily swayed by temptation, weak against the natural charms of a succubus. Sometimes, she even wondered if they were just stupid. With the right push, they would crumble at her feet.

But for now, she needed resources.

Lots of food.

Eva lazily tilted her head back, balancing the cheap wine glass between her fingers as she exhaled through her nose. Food was the foundation of any empire, after all. No sustenance, no minions. No minions, no conquest.

Also, she was very hungry right now.

That's why she had sent all these imps to gather food from the finest restaurants she could find. Not that she could actually tell the difference anyway. Fancy food, cheap food—so long as it filled her stomach, it was all the same.

As if on cue, the door burst open, and a swarm of tiny imps tumbled in, their arms overflowing with stolen goods. Boxes of pizza, greasy bags of fast food, crates of pastries, even a suspiciously large sack of potatoes.

"Ugh… Not potatoes, please," she waved her hand off at the imp carrying the bag of tubers. "I'm so sick of them."

The little imp shrugged and scurried off with the sack, leaving the rest of the loot at her feet. Eva leaned forward, plucking a greasy burger from one of the bags and taking a bite. It was cold and soggy, but she didn't care. Food was food.

She slumped back in her "throne" with a contented sigh. Life was good, and nothing could bother her right at this moment.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Then, a heavy knock at the door shattered her moment of bliss. The imps instantly froze, their eyes darting toward Eva for orders.

Eva's chewing slowed. She arched an eyebrow, swallowing as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Which one of you idiots invited guests?"

The imps all shook their heads furiously, tails twitching in alarm.

The knocking came again—louder this time.

Eva let out a long, dramatic sigh, dragging herself to her feet. "Alright… Who bothers me at such a time…"

She slid her sunglasses down over her eyes and adjusted the collar of her ridiculous jacket, striking a pose of effortless authority. The imps scrambled out of her way as she sauntered toward the door, hips swaying with exaggerated confidence.

With a dramatic flourish, she yanked it open.

She barely had time to react before a firm hand shot out, gripping the front of her jacket and yanking her forward.

"Yo!" Morrigan said with a smirk as she held her in place. "You're the girl who invented this game?"

Eva blinked. 

Her brain short-circuited.

Every ounce of confidence evaporated in an instant. Her hands started to tremble. A cold sweat broke out across her skin.

"W-W-W-Whaaaaa—!" she shrieked, her entire body locking up as pure, unfiltered terror surged through her. In a blind panic, she scurried backward, nearly tripping over her own feet as she bolted toward her throne of cardboard boxes. With teary eyes, she curled up into a pathetic ball, clutching her knees to her chest. "Why does this always happen to me? Why does the final boss come here!"

Morrigan blinked, caught somewhere between amusement and mild confusion.

The imps, equally panicked, huddled together in a corner, whispering frantically.

Morrigan leaned against the doorframe, her smirk widening. "Final boss? Me?" She let out a low chuckle. "You're funny. My sisters are much scarier."

Eva peeked up from behind her knees, still shaking. "E-Every succubus knows who you are…! You're Morrigan! The crazy one!"

"Huh? Who said I was crazy?!" Morrigan's voice raised at the accusation, making everyone shriek in fear again. 

Eva flinched, gripping her jacket. "S-Sorry! I-I didn't mean—"

"Whatever," Morrigan huffed, shaking her head before stepping forward. "I didn't come here to argue about my completely normal personality."

Eva blinked. "You're literally infamous for being violent—"

"Anyway!" Morrigan cut her off. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she pointed a finger at Eva. "I'm here to fight you with my Succumon!"

Silence.

Eva's brain stalled. "Your… what? "

Morrigan's grin widened. With a smug nod, she took a step to the side—revealing Luka, standing behind her leg. Of course, he was still as tiny as an imp. 

Imp-sized Luka crossed his arms, his expression one of absolute exhaustion. His entire being radiated the energy of someone who had long since given up on understanding how his life had gotten to this point.

Morrigan beamed. "TA-DAAA! My Succumon!"

"I got dibs on the name, by the way." Luka sighed. Was he getting into it as well? No that couldn't be…

"So come on!" Morrigan suddenly pointed back at Eva, eyes alight with challenge. "If we win, I get all your money and you go to jail!"

Eva reeled back. "WHAT KIND OF STAKES ARE THOSE?!" She then pumped her fist in anger. "I'm just an ordinary civilian! I did nothing wrong!"

Luka scratched his head. "I don't think any jail can actually contain her…"

Morrigan shrugged. "I mean, probably, but that's your problem. I already decided."

Luka exhaled, rubbing his face. "Great. Guess I'll just have to find her an apartment or something…"

Eva rose up to her feet, the challenge getting to her head. "Ah?! You think you're gonna win you blue-haired bitch?"

Morrigan grinned. "Of course! I got the best imp right there!" She gestured at Luka.

Eva scoffed. "Yeah? Well, I got this one!"

With a dramatic flourish, she threw her arm out and pointed at the empty space beside her.

Nothing happened.

The imps all exchanged nervous glances.

Morrigan tilted her head. "Uh—"

"Come on out, Rami!" Eva barked, snapping her fingers. "Kick his ass! Show him the spirit of people who only get hardships in life!"

A long beat of silence followed.

Then, from the pile of stolen fast food, a single imp poked her head out—cheeks stuffed full like a hamster, holding an entire cheeseburger in each hand.

"…Mmgh?" The imp blinked, mid-bite.

Morrigan felt kind of bad for the tiny imp. "That's your champion?"

Eva crossed her arms. "Damn right."

Rami, still chewing, glanced around in slow realization. "…Wait, what?"

I feel bad for her… With a resigned shake of his head, he stepped forward, making his way to the "battlefield" (which, realistically, was just the center of the messy, fast-food-littered room).

Morrigan cracked her knuckles. "Alright! Let's get this fight started! A real Succumon battle!"

Eva's enthusiasm caught on to Morrigan's. "Yeah! Bring it on!"

Rami, having finally swallowed his bite, let out a deep breath and wiped her mouth. "Boss, boss! Do I get a bonus if I win?"

"Of course! I'll give you a turkey!"

"Huh… Weird, but okay."

Luka rolled his shoulders and his sleeves, sizing up his opponent. He squinted his eyes at the blonde cheeky brat, when suddenly…

A flash from the past. During the part where he was chased by all the pocket castle. There was a certain imp that fired a blast that almost ended both of his course, and his life.

His stomach dropped.

"W-Wait, Morrigan—" Luka took a cautious step back, his eyes widening. "I—I think this one is bad news—"

"Rami! Omega Blaze!" Eva shouted her order at the imp.

Luka paled. WHAT!?

"Yay! I'm gonna burn him to a crisp!" Rami cheered as she gleefully slammed her palms together.

A wave of heat erupted around her.

Luka felt his stomach twist. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me—

Morrigan, on the other hand, just chuckled, completely unfazed. "Pfft. As if an imp like that could actually use—"

FWOOOOOM!

The entire room was suddenly bathed in searing orange light as an enormous pillar of fire exploded from Rami's hands, instantly turning the ceiling above her into a charred mess.

Morrigan's smirk stiffened. "…Okay. That's, uh. That's a little concerning. When did imps become so strong?"

Luka dove out of the way, barely dodging the inferno that would have flash-fried him on the spot. He landed in a roll, his imp-sized body barely staying intact.

"I TOLD YOU!" he yelled.

Meanwhile, Eva was cackling like a true Saturday morning villain. "MWAHAHA! BEHOLD! The strongest imp known to monsterkind! The terror of the Pocket Castle! The great and unstoppable—"

Rami suddenly stopped, her arms still glowing faintly. "…Oh, uh. That was all my energy. I can't do that again."

Then, with a quiet plop , the imp faceplanted straight into the floor, her comically large chest bouncing like overfilled water balloons as she landed.

"Quick! Change of plan!" Eva picked back up Rami before pointing her finger forward again. "Rumi! Remi! I choose you!"

Silence.

Only Rumi stepped forward.

Remi, meanwhile, was pressed into the farthest corner of the room, her entire body shaking like a leaf.

Eva clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Tch. Fine! Just Rumi, then!"

Rumi, a quiet imp with white air and red eyes, sauntered onto the battlefield. She assumed a martial stance, making Luka gulp in nervousness.

Oh shit… She's experienced too.

Without hesitation, Rumi lunged at full speed, her foot whistling past Luka's head with terrifying precision. He barely had time to react before she twisted mid-motion, unleashing a second kick aimed squarely at his ribs. Luka backpedaled just in time, feeling the wind pressure graze his skin.

Not letting up, Rumi spun into a final kick, but miscalculated the distance—her foot slicing through empty air.

"Ah! That was triple kick!" Morrigan commented. 

A group of imps on the side began gathering multiple objects. Without asking them anything, drums started rolling, and makeshift papers were used as flutes and trumpets to liven up the atmosphere.

As the fight heated up, the imps on the sidelines grew restless.

Without any prompting, they started gathering random objects—an empty barrel, old scraps of parchment, and even a dented trumpet.

Then, as if possessed by the spirit of absolute chaos, they broke into makeshift instruments.

Drums rolled.

Flutes shrieked.

A trumpet blared horribly off-key.

Eva blinked. "Wait, what the hell—"

"OH YEAH!" One of the imps cheered. "BATTLE MUSIC!"

Morrigan cheered on, her spirits pumped. "This is amazing! Keep it up!"

Luka, still dodging for his life, wheezed. "COULD YOU NOT?!"

Now he had to concentrate on that horrible music in the background! Rumi pressed on, although she also looked bothered by the ambient noise. She jumped in the air, her leg high.

"Look out Luka! High Jump Kick!"

Luka's pupils shrank. Oh, crap.

Instinct took over. He threw himself into a desperate roll just as Rumi's foot came crashing down like a meteor. The impact split the floor beneath them, sending cracks spider-webbing across the ground. Dust and debris shot up from the sheer force of her attack. A second slower, and Luka would've been flattened.

Morrigan whistled. "Damn! That would've obliterated you."

Luka wheezed. "YEAH, I NOTICED."

She then ordered. "Now! Use Thunder!" 

"I can't! I already used my one talisman last time!"

Rumi didn't relent. The instant her kick missed, she snapped back into motion, launching a relentless flurry of punches.

Luka barely had time to breathe. Fueled by sheer desperation, his body moved on pure instinct, ducking, weaving, and twisting with inhuman reflexes. His imp-sized form was reinforced just enough to match her speed, but not by much—if he hesitated for even a second, he was done for.

The chaotic orchestra of imps only made things worse.

The trumpets blared like a dying animal. The drums pounded out of sync. One imp had started beating a frying pan for no goddamn reason.

Luka gritted his teeth. "I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND—"

Eva, still treating this like some kind of strategy game, barked out another command. "Use the flour on the ground at your right! Put some dirt in his eyes!"

"Luka! Use quick attack!" Morrigan roared with enthusiasm.

"I'm already as quick as I caaaann…"

The moment Eva gave her command, one of the imps on the sideline—bless her chaotic little soul—kicked over a half-empty sack of flour. A thick white cloud erupted into the air, engulfing the battlefield in a powdery haze.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Morrigan protested.

"Cheating is sending a human to a succubus fight!" Eva countered. 

Rumi wasted no time. With the agility of a seasoned fighter, she snatched a handful of flour mid-motion and hurled it straight at Luka's face. 

"GAH!" Luka recoiled, instinctively shutting his eyes as a fine layer of flour coated his face. He staggered back, coughing, vision reduced to a blurry mess of white.

Eva pointed dramatically. "Rumi! Now's your chance! Finish him off!"

Morrigan clenched her fists. "Luka, Move your ass!"

Too late.

Through the haze, Rumi's silhouette flickered—then vanished.

Luka's heart stopped.

He felt it before he saw it. A whisper of movement. A shift in the air. Right behind him. His instincts screamed at him to move. But his body, slowed by exhaustion, was a fraction too late. Rumi's fist crashed into his gut like a battering ram.

The impact exploded through his tiny imp-sized form, launching him clear across the room. He smashed into a pile of fast-food wrappers, sending fries and half-eaten burgers flying like battlefield debris.

The imp orchestra erupted in chaos.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

"SHE SENT HIM TO THE SHADOW REALM!"

"REST IN PEACE, BRAVE WARRIOR!" one said while saluting him.

Morrigan sighed. "The modern world really fries the imp brain, I see…"

Luka groaned, buried under a mountain of grease-stained wrappers and stale fries. His entire body screamed in pain, every nerve begging him to just give up on life.

"Shadow realm… What the hell are they talking about… This is Succumon, not Duel Monsters…" he clutched his head in pain.

Ah… Why do I always have to deal with white-haired little shits that punches at the speed of sound?

He wasn't given the luxury of finishing that thought.

Rumi, standing with her fist still extended from the finishing blow, simply huffed. "Osu."

Eva, on the other hand, was positively thrilled. She marched over, hands on her hips, positively beaming. "See? This is what misfortune's like! Feel my pain!"

Then, he groaned as he peeled a half-squashed fry off his cheek. His entire body still felt like it had been introduced to a freight train, but his pride refused to let him stay down. With a grunt, he staggered to his feet, wobbling slightly as he dusted off the grease and stale food clinging to his clothes.

Morrigan clapped her hands together in delight. "Oh, you can still stand! That means we can keep going!"

Luka gave her a flat look. "I'm starting to think you enjoy my suffering."

Her grin stretched wider. "What gave it away?"

The imp orchestra immediately kicked back up in response, banging on whatever random objects they could find. One particularly enthusiastic imp was now smacking two empty soda cans together like cymbals.

Luka exhaled through his nose. I'm beating up everyone here.

Rumi, still in her stance, tilted her head. 

At least she looks cute. I kinda don't want to hit her…

But then, his eyes darkness when he heard one of the imps use a piece of chalk to apparently creak it on the wall.

"Okay, that's it, everyone dies."

Morrigan blinked. "Oh? He just snapped, didn't he?"

Luka rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as his patience reached its absolute limit. "There's only so much a man can take."

The imp responsible for the chalk screeching grinned, completely unrepentant. "Wanna hear it again?"

SCREEEEEEEEECH!

Luka twitched. His eye twitched. His soul twitched.

The other imps gasped dramatically.

"Ohhhhhh shit."

"He's going full protagonist mode."

"Somebody queue the battle music!"

More drums, more random objects being smashed together, more chaos—Luka was done. So done.

Rumi, still standing in her martial stance, looked at him expectantly. "...?"

Luka exhaled. Then, in one fluid motion—

He grabbed the nearest imp and hurled them into the orchestra. Then, in one fluid motion, he flashed a crazy smile that made Rumi twitch in fear. His hand joined together, his magic came to life.

"Control Magic: Activate…" All of his body began to shine, the talismans stuck to his skin glowing through the clothes. Each one of them was different, used for a specific spell. 

"Hey… Is it just me or does it smell kind of bad?" Eva took a step back, her instincts telling her something was wrong.

"I'LL TURN YOU ALL TO IMP COAL! FIRE BLAST!"

A wave of magical energy turned into a cross of fire, exploding outward. The imps scattered, diving for cover as the sheer force of it sent plates, furniture, and even Rami's unconscious body tumbling across the floor like ragdolls.

Rumi barely dodged the blox, her usually focused and composed expression cracking. She quickly assumed her stance again.

Luka exhaled, his grin sharp and unhinged. "Alright. Round two."

The room was dead silent.

Then—

One imp whispered.

"Holy shit. We made a final boss."

Morrigan, arms crossed, immediately shot a glare. " Hey! No cursing!"

The imp shrank back. "S-Sorry…"

From the pile of junk food, Rami's groggy voice mumbled, "…You're no better."

Morrigan pointedly ignored her.

Rumi exhaled slowly, analyzing Luka with renewed caution. Her stance subtly shifted. More weight on her back foot. Hands loose, but ready.

Luka, still radiating heat from his earlier outburst, smirked and gestured her forward with a lazy wave. "What's wrong? You were all over me a second ago."

Rumi's red eyes flickered.

Then, without a word—she charged.

She was fast.

Even with his magic-enhanced reflexes, Luka barely had time to register the movement before she was already on him. Her foot shot forward in a sharp snap kick aimed straight for his ribs.

He twisted his body, dodging by a hair's breadth. Her hands shot forward, bypassing his guard entirely—

And, to his absolute horror—

She twisted his nipples.

"GAH?!" A sharp, humiliating yelp escaped his throat as pain exploded across his chest.

"Tch, that's dirty!" Morrigan clicked her tongue.

Luka, face twisted in a mix of outrage and agony, lunged. In one swift motion, he seized Rumi's wrists, wrenched them away from his poor, suffering chest, and slammed his forehead against hers.

Rumi winced, her red eyes squeezing shut as the impact sent a sharp jolt through her skull. She staggered slightly, gripping her forehead with a quiet, pained "Ow…"

Luka, rubbing his own forehead, glared. "What the hell was that?!"

Rumi blinked away the daze and simply nodded in approval. "Osu."

Luka's eye twitched. "…That's not an answer."

Eva cupped her hands around her mouth. "RUMI, GO FOR THE EYES NEXT!"

However, Luka was the first to move. Luka's fist surged forward like a cannonball, his magic crackling with the force of his anger, but Rumi was faster. With a swift duck, she evaded the blow by a hair's breadth, and Luka's hand passed harmlessly through the air where her head had been a moment ago.

She snapped back to her feet, her eyes narrowed, ready for the next attack. Luka's teeth gritted together in frustration. Damn it, she's fast.

He took a step back, recalibrating, his pulse hammering in his ears. Using magic to this extent was bad for him, and he was starting to feel drained, the talismans stuck to his skin burning with each use. 

He lunged again, but this time with intent. He feigned a left hook, drawing Rumi to lean back, expecting a real strike. But Luka wasn't going for the obvious. His right fist came down like a hammer, and before Rumi could react, it landed squarely on her shoulder, knocking her off balance.

"Gotcha," Luka growled, shifting his stance to keep her from regaining her footing.

He followed up with a shoulder bash. Rumi grunted in surprise, stumbling back a couple of steps. Then, without even taking a breath, Luka shot his palm forward. 

"You wanted a Succumon fight? Here it goes! Flamethrower!" 

With a blast of heat and light, flames shot from his palm, engulfing Rumi in a swirling inferno of fire. The intense heat roared through the air, sending a wave of heat that caused the surrounding imps to scatter, their eyes wide in panic.

Luka's breath came in sharp gasps, sweat beading on his brow from the strain. His talismans burned brighter, glowing through his clothes with a wild intensity.

But when the flames began to dissipate, Luka's smirk faltered.

There, standing in the middle of the scorched ring, was Rumi. Her clothes were singed, but her stance was still steady, her red eyes locked on Luka with that same unyielding determination.

Luka blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah…" Morrigan said in a casual tone. "This girl followed the hero for a while. I bet she is as strong as a queen-class monster now."

Rumi's hand flicked, and her body shimmered with a faint aura. It wasn't magic—at least, not like his. It was something else. Something physical.

She exhaled slowly, brushing off the last embers, her expression unchanged. "Osu," she said simply, like it was just another day at the dojo.

Luka's heart skipped a beat. "Isn't she a bit like Alma Elma?!"

Before he could react, Rumi darted toward him, her speed explosive. She was a blur of motion as her fist came crashing toward his gut.

Luka's eyes widened. With barely a thought, Luka threw up his arm to block the punch, but it was too late. Rumi's fist crashed into his forearm with bone-shaking force. He felt his bones rattle and his grip falter, sending him stumbling backward.

The impact sent waves of pain shooting up his arm, but Luka fought to maintain his balance, gritting his teeth. He barely held his ground—his legs trembled, his body fighting to stay on its feet.

Rumi's expression remained stoic, as if she had expected this. She took a step back, her posture flowing like water, preparing for the next strike.

Okay, enough of this!

With a sharp grunt, he reached inside his jacket. His fingers brushed against the cold, familiar grip of his weapon. A pulse of magic surged through him as he gripped it tightly.

"I summon… GUN!" he shouted, the words almost absurd in the moment.

He raised it, the barrel aimed squarely at Rumi. The crystal inside began to hum with energy as it activated, his finger in the trigger. 

Finally, he pulled.

The crack of magic-infused gunfire rang out, the bullet rocketing toward her at lightning speed. Rumi made a subtle move to dodge. 

Too late.

The bullet collided with her forehead with a sharp, almost surreal thud. Her head snapped back from the impact, her eyes widening in momentary shock. 

For a split second, Rumi staggered, her body swaying as if the force of the bullet had just stolen her balance. Then, with an almost casual motion, she straightened herself.

Rumi's fingers brushed against the spot where the bullet had struck. A faint red mark lingered on her skin, but no blood. She blinked, the dazed expression quickly fading into something unreadable.

"Okay, I knew this wouldn't kill but…" Luka's voice trailed off, the shock of the moment still hitting him. He lowered the gun slightly, staring at her in disbelief.

Without another word, Rumi's body shifted like a flash of light. She closed the distance between them in an instant, a blur of speed that Luka barely registered until her fist was already on its way to his gut.

Sweating heavily and in a desperate gambit, he screamed. "I SUMMON GOK—"

Rumi's fist slammed into his midsection with a brutal force that sent Luka hurtling backward. His body flew through the air like a ragdoll, the world around him turning into a blur of motion. He crashed through the apartment's brick wall, the concrete shattering under the force, sending debris flying in all directions.

As the dust began to settle, Rumi straightened herself, dusting off her hands with a calm, almost serene expression. She gave a small bow, the flicker of satisfaction barely visible in her eyes. "Osu," she announced softly, marking the end of the fight.

Morrigan, arms crossed and staring at the wreckage, blinked in disbelief. "Huh. Didn't think my Succumon would lose."

From the wreckage, Luka groaned, still alive but thoroughly defeated. He pulled himself from the rubble, panting heavily.

"Ahaha!" Eva laughed haughtily from the sidelines. "Now, the only thing you can do is give me your wallet!"

"Huh? When did you think that would happen?" Morrigan shot her a menacing look, her hands glowing blue with magic. "If you don't stop robbing places, I'm going to murder you!"

"But… I won…"

"I don't care! Now, imps, follow me!" 

Eva let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she watched the group of imps obediently following Morrigan's lead. Even Rumi, who had just defeated Luka, left her side without so much as a second glance.

"This is… so unfair…"

Luka groaned again, pushing through the rubble with shaky limbs. "Can someone give me a hand here?" he wheezed, his voice strained. "Also… could someone please bring me back to my normal size? I'm getting tired of being this small…"

"Will you treat me to some of your semen if I give you a hand?" Eva beamed up.

"No."

Eva's smile faltered slightly before she shrugged. "Then I won't." She sighed dramatically, leaving the room without another word, effectively leaving Luka alone in his battered state.

Luka let out an exasperated groan. "I'm being real polite here. Really," he muttered to himself, but his words went unheard. No one was around to listen.

"Ugh… I really should get back to training…" he sighed heavily, feeling every ache and strain in his sore body. The last thing he wanted to do was get back into the grind, but at this rate, it seemed inevitable.

Back at Luka's house…

The doorbell rings. 

Alma Elma, who had been lazily sprawled across the couch, deeply engrossed in her book, groaned in frustration at the interruption. She slowly peeled herself off the couch, reluctantly dragging her feet toward the door.

With a grumble, she reached for the handle and swung the door open, only to find an unfamiliar face standing there.

The visitor's eyes met hers with a raised brow, her expression one of wariness.

"Luka isn't here?" she asked with a soft voice that didn't lack a certain edge.

Alma Elma blinked, not bothering to hide her disinterest. "Nope...♪" she replied, not in the mood for small talk.

The girl's gaze flicked over Alma Elma, and before she could protest further, the visitor stepped inside without another word. She moved with a quiet confidence, scanning the room with sharp eyes, her presence quietly assertive.

"Well, I'll just wait then," the girl said, clearly not expecting any pushback.

Alma Elma sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "May I ask who you are?" Her tone was casual, but the tired annoyance lingered. "It's rude to just waltz into someone's house like this."

"I have a room here, so it's fine," the girl said while passing a hand through her long dark hair. "My name is Kanami. I'm a friend of his."

Alma Elma tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as she appraised the stranger. "A friend?" she mused aloud, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "How lucky of him to have such a cute friend…♪"

Her frame was slim, but even to Alma Elma's tastes, she had good curves. She reminded her a lot of Granberia in some way. Her gaze was almost as piercing.

She looked like a seasoned warrior. Wearing a simple tight black outfit and a sweater, she both looked like a comforting older sister and an assassin ready to jump at your throat. She was human, her smell giving it away, and her amber eyes could look intimidating to the normal folk.

Kanami, however, paid no mind to Alma Elma's subtle appraisal. She continued walking further into the living room, seemingly undeterred by the succubus' presence.

"Well, how about I treat you to some tea?" Alma Elma proposed with a playful smile.

"Gladly," Kanami nodded. 

Perhaps they could both get acquainted? The succubus thought.