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

Melisa stretched lazily in bed, her nightshirt riding up to expose her thick purple thighs. Raven's bed was empty, as usual - that girl and her morning jogs.

[At least the view when she comes back all sweaty makes up for waking up alone. Those abs... Fu~u~uck.]

A knock at the door made her freeze.

Old habits kicked in instantly. Her hand reached for the knife under her pillow before her brain caught up with her paranoia.

[Wait. The Shadow Mages are gone. Aria rounded them all up. Nobody's trying to kill me anymore... Probably.]

Still, eight years of random assassination attempts had left their mark.

Melisa kept the knife close as she padded to the door, her other hand ready to cast if needed.

... Her tits had a bit more bounce in them today.

[Damn,] she squeezed one. [Are they getting bigger?]

Her boobs certainly did feel a tad heavier than they did a year ago.

[I mean...] Her mind went to Margaret. [If Mom's any indicator... yeah, I probably still have a lot of growing left to do in the chest department.]

Another knock, more insistent this time.

"Who is it?" Melisa called out, trying to sound casual despite her combat-ready stance.

"Yoooour favorite cousin slash occasional cock sleeve and or pussy licker!" Isabella's cheerful voice rang out.

Melisa blinked.

"Open up," Isabella continued. "I've got news and a raging hard-on!"

"Geez, calm down. There are other dorm rooms, Izzy. People will hear."

Melisa relaxed, putting the knife away.

She opened the door to find Isabella standing there, buzzing with energy despite the early hours. She had only been half-joking, by the way. Her dick was half-hard.

Not just that, but the kitsune wore what could only generously be called an outfit - a top that was basically just two strips of fabric over her nipples and a skirt so short it probably still wouldn't have covered much, even if Isabella wasn't sporting a chub right now.

"Finally!" Isabella bounced into the room. "Get dressed! Or don't, actually. Naked works too!"

"Good morning to you too," Melisa grinned. "Want to tell me why you're trying to poke my eye out with that thing?"

Isabella flopped onto Melisa's bed, spreading her legs, showing off everything (yes, everything).

[Man, her "subtlety" rating is actually 0 today.]

Isabella smiled.

"The Syux Chronicle wants to interview us!" She announced, suddenly.

"What? Really?"

"Yep," she popped the "p". "Well, mainly me about the wands, but they specifically requested you come too, if you could. Though I'd rather make you cum first."

Melisa ignored that bad joke.

"Me? Why?"

"Because you're basically a celebrity now, duh! Everyone wants to know about the nim who saved the king, exposed the Shadow Mages, and regularly gets railed by half the noble families in Syux."

"WHAT!?" Melisa pulled back. "I-I do not fuck half the-"

"That's what they think," Isabella said with a shrug. "Look, anyway, the point is, they want us both! And, personally, I think we would be fools to turn them down. I mean, think about it - more publicity means more connections for you, and more wand sales for me, which means more money for fun activities."

Melisa sat beside her, trying to focus on the conversation and not how Isabella's nipples could probably cut glass through that excuse for a top.

"I don't know... last time I did anything public with you, we ended up with three noble ladies trying to kidnap me."

Crossing her legs (in a way that still had her cute dick and balls poking out underneath), Isabella blinked.

"Yeah, but you ended up letting them, what was it? 'Run a train on you' anyway, so where's the problem?"

Melisa looked away.

[... She's got me there.]

"Plus," Isabella purred, rolling over to grind her cock against Melisa's thigh, "Mom says if this goes well, we could expand to other cities. Maybe even export to Rhaya!"

[Doing business with Syux's political enemies, huh?] Melisa thought about it. [I wonder what Aria would say about that.]

"Your mom's thinking about business expansion while I keep her alive with regular 'cream donations'?"

"Multi-tasking runs in the family," Isabella winked, her hand sliding up Melisa's thigh. "Speaking of which, want to help me take care of this morning wood before we go?"

[Eight years of assassination attempts, and somehow this horny futa kitsune is still more dangerous to my schedule than any Shadow Mage.]

"The interview..."

"Isn't for hours! Come on, I'm already harder than Advanced Arithmancy, and your pussy is way more fun than business talk~"

As Isabella's cock pressed insistently against her thigh, Melisa decided some things were worth being late for.

[At least nobody's trying to kill me anymore,] she thought as Isabella pulled her down for a kiss. [Just fuck me stupid.]

And based on the size of that bulge, "stupid" was definitely the goal.

---

"So," Melisa pulled back from their latest kiss, her lips still tingling and slick with saliva. "Why isn't Aunt Kim joining us?"

The carriage bounced along Syux's cobbled streets, though neither nim nor kitsune seemed to mind. Isabella was too busy trying to get her tongue back in Melisa's mouth, her hands wandering under Melisa's dress.

"Mom says- mmph!" Another deep kiss interrupted her. "Mom says I need to learn to handle business stuff myself. Something about- fuck, do that again with your tongue- about being ready to take over."

"You? Business?" Melisa laughed, then moaned as Isabella's hand found her inner thigh. "The girl who tried to pay for breakfast with sexual favors last week?"

"Hey! The baker accepted! And I got free muffins for a month~"

[Can't argue with that logic. Those are really good muffins.]

Their conversation dissolved into more kissing, Isabella's cock pressing insistently against Melisa's leg through her thin skirt. Every bounce of the carriage brought them closer together.

"We should probably- ah!- stop before we get there," Melisa gasped as Isabella's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Probably," Isabella agreed, not stopping at all. "But where's the fun in that?"

It took them several minutes to straighten their clothes when the carriage finally stopped outside The Syux Chronicle's offices. Isabella's skirt still did nothing to hide her obvious arousal, and Melisa's lips were definitely swollen from kissing.

"Ready to be professional?" Melisa teased, wiping a bit of smeared lipstick from Isabella's chin.

"Please, I was born ready. Though..." Isabella's hand squeezed Melisa's ass. "We're definitely finishing what we started after."

Soon, the interviewer, a sharp-eyed human woman named Clara, sat across from them with quill poised. Her gaze lingered on Isabella's barely-contained assets before moving to her notebook.

"So, Miss Summer," she began, "tell us about your revolutionary invention."

To Melisa's absolute shock, Isabella's entire demeanor changed in an instant.

Gone was the perpetually horny kitsune who'd been fingering her in the carriage, replaced by someone who actually sounded... professional.

"The Summer Wand represents a fundamental shift in how we approach spellcasting," Isabella explained, her voice clear and controlled. No trace of the girl who'd been moaning into Melisa's mouth minutes ago. "By externalizing the process of drawing spellsigns to a physical tool one can wield and put away, we've created a tool that allows even novice magic users to cast consistently."

[Holy shit, who is this and what did she do with my slutty cousin?]

The interview continued, Isabella answering questions about manufacturing processes and market potential with surprising expertise. Melisa found herself staring, impressed and slightly turned on by this new side of her cousin.

Then Clara turned to her.

"Miss Blackflame, as someone who's tested these wands extensively, what's your professional opinion?"

"They're incredible," Melisa said honestly, trying to focus on business and not how Isabella's hand had found her thigh under the table. "The precision they offer is unprecedented. I can't even remember the last time I misfired."

"And what about these recent nim attacks? Any thoughts?"

...

Melisa felt like she'd just been tackled to the ground.

[Eh?] She paused. [Where did that come from?]

But, she tried to keep herself under control.

Melisa kept her expression neutral even as Isabella's fingers traced patterns on her skin.

"I hope they stop soon. I... I completely renounce the attackers. Them being nim too doesn't make what they're doing right. The humans being targeted should be careful and take appropriate precautions. Beyond that, I have no comment."

Clara's quill scratched across parchment.

"No insight into the effects of magic spreading through nim?"

"Uh... No, no insight at all."

---

Back in the carriage, Melisa replayed her answers in her head while Isabella wasted no time climbing into her lap.

"Stop thinking so hard," Isabella murmured between kisses. "You did fine."

"You think so? I didn't say much..."

"Which was smart, given how they came after you out of nowhere. Now," Isabella's hand slid under her dress again, picking up where they'd left off, "want to celebrate my amazing business performance?"

[At least some things never change.]

"What happened to being professional?" Melisa gasped as skilled fingers found their target.

"Please, I just spent an hour not jumping your bones while talking about cool-looking sticks. I deserve a reward. Besides," Isabella purred, "didn't watching me be all serious make you wet?"

[... maybe.]

As Isabella's lips found hers again, Melisa decided to worry about politics later. Much later, based on how Isabella was grinding against her.

[Besides,] she thought as Isabella pushed her down onto the carriage seat, already hiking up her skirt, [some celebrations are worth being unprofessional for.]