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

Some things never changed, Melisa mused as she sat in her usual spot in class.

The morning sun still streamed through tall windows, some students were having to catch their own heads to keep from falling asleep, and Isabella still treated Melisa's lap like her personal throne.

[At least she's wearing panties today. Though, in a weird way, seeing Isabella's dick pitching tents is actually almost lewder than just seeing her dick, outright.]

The professor had gained some weight over the winter, though it just made him look more jovial. A few faces were missing, transferred to other classes or programs, and a few of the faces were new. There was now another kitsune in class, for example, who was slightly chubby with the biggest boobs Melisa had ever seen, green hair, green fox ears, and an equally green fox tail with a white tip. She looked cute.

But mostly everything felt... familiar.

"Your hand's wandering again," Armia muttered from the desk beside them, her orange eyes fixed firmly ahead. "Careful you don't start stroking it all of a sudden."

"Sorry!" Isabella chirped, not sounding sorry at all. "But have you seen how thick Mel's thighs got over the winter? I love 'em!"

"Did she just tell me I'm getting fatter?"

[... My boobs did get bigger too, actually,] Melisa noted, eyes looking down at herself. [Have I put on a few pounds? I mean, you'd think all that time sweating up a storm with Kimiko and Isabella and Armia and Raven would actually help me NOT to gain weight.]

"I'm just saying, the way your thighs look they're practically begging to be touched! Besides," she added with a wicked grin, turning toward Armia, "Melisa wasn't complaining about my wandering hands yesterday?"

[She got me there.]

From her other side, Raven let out a quiet snort.

Melisa glanced over.

[Hm. Last year the girls were spread out, sitting across the room. Now I've got my own little harem corner, hehe.]

"I can hear you thinking again," Isabella wiggled in her lap, making sure to grind against Melisa's increasingly interested parts. "Hm... The good kind of thinking this time. Your face looks all smug."

"I do not not look smug! I don't do 'smug', I do slightly air-headed and constantly low-key horny."

"Well, at least she's aware of it," Armia sighed.

"Attention, class!" The professor called out, his slightly rounder face beaming. "As this is the start of your second year, we'll begin with a special project!"

The collective groan from the students made him chuckle. Melisa noticed how his robes fit a bit tighter now. Yeah, he had definitely been enjoying his wife's cooking over break.

"Now, now. This will be a paired assignment-"

The groans got louder.

"-and I've already chosen your partners."

[Oh no. Oh please no,] Melisa scowled. [The way this arc of my life's going, I already know the universe is absolutely going to pair me up with a certain fucking someone.]

"When I call your names, please acknowledge your partner."

Melisa only half-listened as he read through the list, too distracted by Isabella's "subtle" grinding and the way her futacock was creating an increasingly obvious tent in her skirt. Until-

"Melisa Blackflame and Jaylin Folden."

[... yep, the universe fucking hates me.]

Across the room, Javir's niece went rigid in her seat, her face already turning red.

"Oh, this'll be good," Isabella whispered, clearly delighted. "Do let me know if you need me to step in and save you or something."

"Probably not... Hopefully."

"The project," Hammond continued over the chatter, "will focus on practical applications of defensive magic. You and your partner will develop and demonstrate a new defensive technique. It doesn't have to be particularly strong, just make something effective and focus on stability over flashiness."

Melisa caught Jaylin's eye across the room. The other girl quickly looked away.

[This is going to be interesting.]

"Well," Isabella stretched, making sure to press her ass firmly against Melisa's thighs, "at least you'll have fun with this assignment. Oh, and, who knows? Maybe you can get your mom to help keep her in check."

"I hate you."

"No you don't," Isabella grinned. "You love me. Especially when I've got my dick in your-"

"Please, louder. Make sure everyone can hear."

"Oh, sure. ESPECIALLY WHEN I'VE GOT-"

Melisa gave her a light punch in the gut and Isabella burst out laughing.

From her desk across the room, Jaylin watched their little group with no small amount of dread. Naturally, Melisa felt the same.

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"So," Melisa dragged her chair closer to Jaylin's desk, watching how the other girl tensed slightly. Her training shirt was riding up just enough to show a strip of toned stomach. "About this project..."

[At least she's not actively glaring at me anymore. Progress! And she's definitely been working out...]

Across the room, Isabella had already draped herself across Raven's desk, her tail curling suggestively while Raven maintained her perfect poker face. That massive futacock of hers was creating an obvious tent in her skirt as she "accidentally" pressed against Raven's arm. Armia sat with some human boy who looked like he might faint every time she moved.

Whereas Melisa's tits and thighs (and, unfortunately, her gut - too much of Mom's cooking) had grown a little over summer, Armia's arms had become even more sculpted. That guy she was with couldn't stop staring at her biceps, especially when she stretched.

"I have some ideas," Melisa continued when Jaylin didn't respond, trying not to notice how Jaylin's nipples were almost, ALMOST visible through her thin shirt. "Given how many spells I've created-"

"We're not letting you do this alone," Jaylin interrupted, finally looking at her. "I know how you operate, Blackflame. You'll just make something up the night before while getting railed by one of your girlfriends."

Melisa blinked.

[Wow. No venom in her voice at all. Just... acceptance? Mom really has been working miracles. Among other things.]

"Speaking of getting railed," Melisa couldn't resist saying, "how are those private lessons with Mom going?"

The blush that spread across Jaylin's face was absolutely precious. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously.

"T-that's not relevant to our project!"

"No? Because I heard you've been spending a lot of time in the garden lately. Especially when Mom's tending to her flowers in that low-cut dress she likes. The one that makes her tits almost fall out whenever she bends over..."

"Can we PLEASE focus?"

"Hehe..." Melisa smirked.

[Fine. I guess I can take it easy on her for now. Though she's cute when she's all hot and bothered.]

Across the room, Isabella was now running the tip of her fox tail up and down the side of Raven's leg, who continued taking notes like nothing was happening. Though Melisa could see her girlfriend's pale cheeks getting pinker. The human boy partnered with Armia almost fainted just a moment ago too when Armia stretched.

[... Alright then. At least my partners are having fun.]

"Anyway," Melisa continued, "you've done a bit of spellcrafting between ogling my mom?"

"I have, of course," Jaylin managed with dignity despite her bright red face. "When I can focus."

"Alright, so, here's what I'm thinking," Melisa clapped her hands, making her own generous chest bounce. She didn't miss how Jaylin's eyes followed the movement. "I think we could do something that mixes offense and defense. The professors love that sort of stuff. So, maybe you could research some offensive incantations and spellsigns that you think could pair well with a shield and I'll work something out with them. Then, I can do my tinkering and you can contribute through research. Deal?"

"..." Jaylin narrowed her eyes, though they kept dropping to Melisa's cleavage. "As long as my portion of the work isn't too short, I'm fine with that."

"Then, deal."

They actually managed to have a productive discussion. What a shock.

[Huh. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Plus, she's kind of hot when she's being all serious and scholarly...]

"We should practice after class," Jaylin suggested, then immediately blushed as Melisa's eyes lit up. "The spell! Practice the spell! I don't want your wicked mind going other places."

"Of course," Melisa smiled innocently. "Though if you want to practice other things, Mom's usually in the garden around sunset. Sometimes she gets all hot and takes off her outer robes..."

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You just want to fuck my mom."

"I DO NOT-" Jaylin caught herself, lowering her voice. "I do not want to... do that... with your mother."

"Your face says otherwise~"

The bell rang before Jaylin could spontaneously combust from embarrassment. She gathered her things quickly, practically fleeing the classroom, though not before Melisa caught her stealing one last look at her chest.

Melisa watched her go, noting how Jaylin's hips swayed when she walked, her ass looking particularly good in those tight training pants.

[Mom really has mellowed her out. Though maybe I shouldn't tease her so much... nah.]

"So," Isabella appeared beside her, looking extremely pleased with herself and sporting an obvious erection. "How's working with your future stepmom?"

"Please, don't say that."

"Oh, come on. We've all seen how she looks at your mom. Like a starving woman at a feast. Though can you blame her? Your mom's tits are even bigger than yours."

[Can't argue with that. Mom is, after all, very hot. One of the most beautiful women in the world for sure. If she wasn't my mom, I'd probably propose to her. Though I guess the fact that she is my mom hasn't stopped us from fucking... Oh well.]