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

{Margaret}

Margaret stared at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the front of her dress for probably the hundredth time. The purple silk clung to her curves just right. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it, naturally. She was well aware all it would do was get in the way.

"Huh..." She turned, put a leg out, turned again, and kept inspecting herself.

[Still got it?] She turned, examining her reflection critically. [Maybe? Probably?]

She sighed. It honestly felt odd wearing this sort of thing to actually go out. Normally, she only put this sort of outfit on when she wanted to spice things up with Melistair for a night.

[Gods, when did I get so nervous about this? It's just a party. Just a normal, casual party with my sister and several nobles... hehe.]

Still, as nervous as she was, she didn't think she could make herself look a whole lot better. The way her silver hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, the way the black she wore made her red eyes pop, the jewelry she'd slid down one of her horns...

Hopefully, this would have Kimiko's guests drooling.

It had been years since she'd gone to one of Kimiko's "tea parties." Years since she'd felt multiple hands on her body, since she'd lost count of how many times she'd-

[Nope, no, no, Margaret. You're supposed to be getting ready, not getting worked up! Not yet, anyway.]

A knock at the door made her jump so hard she nearly fell over.

"Come in!" she squeaked, trying to look like she hadn't just been fantasizing about her last orgy.

Javir poked her head in, smiling.

"Almost ready?"

"Just about," Margaret smiled. "Feels weird, honestly. O-Oh, don't forget to get Hazel to put down her books and run around for a bit, okay? She needs the exercise."

Javir rolled her eyes a little, probably because this was like the 15th time Margaret had said this.

"Don't worry, I'll keep Hazel entertained today. You just enjoy all that tea you're about to drown in, alright?"

[Oh honey, if you knew what kind of 'tea' Kimiko serves... Actually, maybe you do? No, no, bad Margaret! Stop imagining Javir at these parties!]

"Thanks," Margaret managed, trying not to think about what would be happening in a few hours. Or about Javir. Definitely not about Javir. "I'm just... it's been a while since I've socialized like this."

"Eh, you'll be fine," Javir assured her. "Though I'm surprised you're so nervous about a simple tea party. The way Kimiko talks about them, they sound quite... relaxing."

Margaret barely suppressed a snort.

[Simple. Right.]

It seemed, naturally, Javir had been to many tea parties herself. But, she'd never been to a "tea party".

"Mooom!" Hazel burst in, practically bouncing. Her little horns had barely started growing in, making her look adorably mischievous. "Can I come too? I want to meet your friends!"

"NO!" Margaret said so quickly she practically choked. "I mean, no, sweetie. This is... grown-up tea time."

[VERY grown-up tea time. The kind that would scar you for life.]

"But-"

"How about we practice some magic instead?" Javir suggested, steering Hazel away. "Your sister's been teaching you those light spells, right?"

Margaret let out a breath as they left, sagging against her vanity. Time to go. She grabbed her bag, double-checking that she had everything Kimiko had said to bring.

[Let's see... Oils? Check. That special backup outfit she sent over that's basically three strings and a prayer? Check. Courage to actually go through with this? ... Working on it.]

The carriage was waiting outside, Kimiko already lounging inside like some kind of pink-haired goddess of debauchery. Her dress was cut so low it was practically theoretical.

"Well, well," Kimiko purred as Margaret climbed in. "Don't you look delicious~ Almost good enough to eat."

"Shut up," Margaret muttered, though she couldn't help smiling. "I still can't believe I let you talk me into this. Again."

"Please, you've been dying to get out. I can practically smell the sexual frustration on you." Kimiko leaned closer, sniffing dramatically. "Yep, definitely sexually frustrated. When was the last time you got properly railed by someone besides me or Melistair?"

"KIMIKO!"

"What? It's true!" Kimiko leaned forward, her impressive cleavage threatening to escape her dress entirely. "Though if you're nervous, we could always... warm up here~ You know, for old times' sake."

Margaret glanced at the carriage windows. They were, at least, tinted.

[Well... it has been a while... And Kimiko does know exactly how to...]

"Fine. Just to take the edge off," she agreed, already moving closer. "But no marks where people can see them this time!"

Kimiko's grin turned predatory.

"That's my girl~ Now, let's see if you remember all your old tricks~"

[Some things really never change,] Margaret thought as Kimiko pulled her into her lap, already hiking up her skirts. [Thank all the gods.]

Naturally, Kimiko wasn't wearing anything underneath either. So, in literally an instant, her kitsune dick was pressing against Margaret's bare pussy.

The carriage started moving just as Kimiko's hands went to Margaret's hips.

"... You could do a bit of foreplay, you know," Margaret muttered as she slowly sank on Kimiko's cock.

"Oh? What exactly do you think this is? Hehe..." She replied before slipping her tongue past Margaret's lips.

Hopefully, they could do this without tearing Margaret's dress. Though, maybe that was too much to hope for with how excited Kimiko could get.

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{Melisa}

Time, as it often did when something important was looming, seemed to have developed a personal vendetta against Melisa.

One moment she was dealing with angry nim in alleys, the next the conference was practically breathing down her neck.

[Two days,] she thought, sprawled across Isabella's couch while her cousin/girlfriend worked on some paperwork. [Two fucking days until I have to get up there and somehow convince everyone that nim aren't all murderous psychopaths. No pressure!]

Kimiko wasn't around. She said she was going to go chat with Margaret, which normally would have just prompted Melisa to say "then let's all go together" or something, but, right now, she needed to focus. And, Kimiko, Margaret, and Isabella all in one room together? No "focusing" was going to happen in that environment.

[God, I miss being home all the time,] Melisa sighed, watching Isabella's fox ears twitch as she concentrated. Her cousin's tongue poked out slightly as she worked on some class stuff, which was adorable.

The academy work hadn't stopped just because Melisa had a speech to prepare. If anything, the professors seemed to think this was the perfect time to pile on extra assignments.

[At least no one's tried to murder me lately,] she mused, shifting on the couch to get more comfortable. [Though I'm not sure if that's because they got caught or because they're just... taking a break.]

"Stop thinking so loud," Isabella said without looking up. "I can hear you brooding from here."

"I do not brood!"

"Please, you're practically radiating 'oh no, what if I mess this up and all the nim revolt' energy."

"But what if I do???"

Isabella just rolled her eyes.

"You won't. Have you seen 'you'? It's impossible not to like you, at least a little. Oh, but, by the way, you know there'll be journalists there, right?" Isabella continued, finally looking up. A strand of pink hair fell across her face in that way that made Melisa want to push it aside. "And representatives from various companies. It's been a whole year and everyone still wants to see the famous nim mage who saved the king."

"Thanks, that definitely helps with the pressure," Melisa groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes. "Any other terrifying information you want to share? Maybe there'll be dragons? Ancient gods? The ghost of your mother's virginity?"

"Well, I heard some nobles are bringing their daughters to meet you~"

"What? Why?"

Isabella grinned, setting aside her work.

"I'm joking. Kimiko's the one who chats with nobles all the time, remember? Anyway, look, it'll be fiiiine." She giggled.

[At least someone's having fun with this,] Melisa thought, watching her cousin return to her work. [Though she has a point. This isn't just about me anymore. This is about showing everyone that nim can be more than just... victims or attackers. We can be heroes too. Even if our heroes tend to spend more time fucking than solving problems, but hey, they don't need to know that last part.]

In any case, she'd have to be ready.

[No pressure. Just the future of an entire race riding on one speech. Totally normal Tuesday stuff. Maybe I should've prepared some backup plans... Plan A: Speech. Plan B: Orgy. Plan C: Run away and become a traveling bard or whatever.]

"Hey," Isabella's voice softened. "You've got this. And if anyone tries to give you trouble..." Her grin turned wicked. "Well, that's what your girls are gonna be there for, right?"

Melisa couldn't help but laugh.

[Two days,] she thought again, but this time with determination rather than dread. [Am I ready? Doesn't feel like it.]