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

{Isabella}

Isabella stirred, the first rays of morning sun filtering through her bedroom window. As usual, as soon as they hit her eyes, Isabella woke up.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light as the remnants of her dream slowly faded away.

But the feeling remained.

That heady, intoxicating sense of power, of possibility.

In her dreams, she and Melisa had stood side by side, two mage queens ruling over a world that bowed at their feet.

[Ah~ maybe I'll make that a reality one day.]

With a stretch and a yawn, she slipped out of bed, padding barefoot across the plush carpet.

As she made her way downstairs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee welcomed her.

Kimiko was already seated on the couch, a steaming mug cradled in her hands as she flipped through a stack of papers.

"Good morning, darling," she greeted, her voice like warm honey, as always. "Sleep well?"

Isabella grinned, sauntering over to the couch, and sat next to her.

"Mhm," she purred, leaning in close, her fox ears twitching and her tail moving. "I had the most wonderful dream. Want to hear about it?"

Kimiko chuckled, raising a brow.

"Yeah, yeah, let me guess," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It involved a certain dark-haired nim girl?"

Isabella's grin widened.

"Oh, it involved Melisa alright," she confirmed. "But it was so much more than that, Mom. We were unstoppable. Powerful. The whole world was ours for the taking." Isabell stretched her arms out dramatically. "I...

want to make that a reality."

"Wow." Kimiko deadpanned as she sipped her coffee.

Isabella leaned back slightly, her expression turning smug.

"Speaking of Melisa, things are progressing quite nicely on that front. Just last night, we-" Isabella stopped herself. "Well, let's just say I am quite certain she wants me as much as I want her."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"Good that you've confirmed that," Kimiko huffed. "I was beginning to worry Margaret was going to come home, all concerned and angry that you pushed your cousin down in the middle of a hallway or something."

Isabella huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Excuse me? I can be... Assertive-"

"Slutty."

"-But Mom, I can control myself."

Kimiko treated that like the single funniest thing she'd ever heard.

Isabella kept going.

"Ah, you should see her. The way she looks at me, the way she reacts to my touch, AH!" Isabella had hearts in her eyes. "It's only a matter of time before she's completely mine."

Kimiko's expression softened.

"Yours?"

"Yes, mine."

"Isabella..." She sighed. "Just be careful, darling," she cautioned. "Firstly, she's a nim. You know she-"

"I didn't say she would 'only' be mine, mom," Isabella cut her off. "I understand she has her needs. As I have mine."

Kimiko visibly relaxed.

"Good. Also, don't push too hard or too fast. You don't want to scare her away."

Isabella scoffed.

"Please," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "Melisa's just as horny as I am. And besides..."

She leaned in close once more, her lips brushing Kimiko's ear.

"I think you're just jealous," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Worried that Melisa's going to be getting all my kisses from now on?"

Kimiko laughed.

"Oh, is that so?" she murmured, her hands sliding down to grasp Isabella's hips. "Well then, perhaps I'd better get my fill while I still can."

With that, Kimiko captured Isabella's lips in a searing kiss.

One that lasted no time at all.

As quickly as she'd started it, Kimiko pulled away.

Isabella was breathless.

She leaned in but Kimiko leaned away.

"If you get that thing you're so proud of hard now you're not going to make it to school. Go." Kimiko nodded at the exit. "You'll be late."

Isabella sighed dramatically but obediently climbed off Kimiko's lap.

"Fine," she said. "But this isn't over!"

Kimiko just smiled, shaking her head.

"Yeah, sure, get lost already!"

With that, Isabella turned and sauntered back upstairs, an extra sway in her hips as she went to put her uniform on.

[Just you wait, Melisa,] she thought, her lips curling into a smirk. [Soon, you'll be all mine. And together, we'll make that dream a reality.]

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{Armia}

Armia sat at her desk, her fingers drumming restlessly against the worn wooden surface.

Around her, the classroom buzzed with the chatter of her fellow students, but she barely heard them.

Her mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of the past three months.

She had thrown herself into her magical training with a fervor that surprised even herself.

Every spare moment was spent practicing, honing her skills and pushing her limits.

And while she still had a long way to go, she couldn't deny the progress she'd made.

Especially with her spell crafting.

Thanks to Melisa's patient guidance and weirdly endless knowledge, Armia had managed to grasp the basics of this complex art.

She wasn't nearly as adept as Melisa, of course. The nim girl had a natural talent for it, a way of weaving magic that was nothing short of breathtaking.

But still, Armia was proud of how far she'd come.

She glanced at the clock, biting her lip.

Melisa should be here any minute. But even when she arrived, Armia knew she'd have to wait until after classes to really talk to her.

To show her everything she'd learned and get her feedback.

The waiting was torture. Armia felt like she might vibrate out of her skin with anticipation.

She wanted to skip ahead, to fast forward through the dull lectures and tedious exercises.

She wanted...

The classroom door swung open, and Armia's head snapped up.

There she was. Melisa strode in, her dark hair swaying with each step.

And on her arm, as always these days, was Isabella.

Armia felt a flicker of annoyance at the sight of the kitsune girl.

She couldn't quite put her finger on why, but something about Isabella just rubbed her the wrong way.

Maybe it was the smug, knowing looks she always seemed to be shooting Melisa. Or the way she was constantly finding excuses to touch her, to lean in close and whisper in her ear.

Whatever it was, it grated on Armia's nerves.

[Why get that close to a nim?] Armia wondered, though, a small part of her almost wished she was the one in that position.

But she pushed those thoughts aside.

[It doesn't matter,] she told herself firmly. [Melisa is allowed to have other friends. It's not like you have some kind of claim on her.]

Still, as the two girls took their seats, Armia couldn't help but feel a bit of... something.

She shook her head, trying to focus on the lesson.

But the hours seemed to crawl by, each minute stretching into an eternity.

By the time the final class ended, Armia had almost melted from impatience.

She gathered her things in a rush as all the other students filed out of Miss Folden's dueling class.

[Finally,] she thought, scanning the room for Melisa. [Now we can--]

But Melisa wasn't there.

Armia frowned, her gaze darting around the classroom.

There. She caught a glimpse of dark hair disappearing out the door... with a distinctive fluffy tail following close behind.

Armia's frown deepened.

[Where are they going?] she wondered, a strange unease settling in her stomach. [Melisa said she'd meet me after class to go over my progress...]

Almost without consciously deciding to, Armia found herself moving towards the door.

She stepped out into the hall just in time to see Melisa and Isabella slip into a nearby closet.

Armia stared, her mind racing.

[What... What are they doing in there?]

Suspicion bloomed.

She had to find out!

Before she could second guess herself, Armia strode forward, her hand reaching for the closet door.

She hesitated for just a moment, her heart pounding in her ears.

The door swung open on its own, like the gods themselves had opened it for her.

And Armia felt the breath leave her lungs in a rush.

There, pressed against the back wall of the closet, were Melisa and Isabella.

Kissing.

No, more than kissing. They were practically devouring each other, hands roaming and bodies intertwined.

Armia's jaw was on the floor.

She felt her face flush hotter than it ever had in her life. Darians could breathe fire (not a particularly useful skill for day-to-day life by the way) but in that moment, Armia worried she was going to spontaneously combust.

She stood there, frozen, unable to look away.

Then, thankfully, she managed to will her legs to start moving in the opposite direction.

[Oh,] Armia thought, once they were out of sight. [Oh my.]

Armia stumbled down the hallway, her mind reeling from what she'd just witnessed.

The image of Melisa and Isabella, tangled together in that closet, seemed to be seared into her brain.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, her own confused jumble of emotions, that she didn't even notice the figure approaching her until they spoke.

"Armia."

Armia's head snapped up, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Raven standing before her.

The girl looked as stoic as ever, completely expressionless. Another of Melisa's friends.

"N-Nightsong," Armia stammered, trying desperately to compose herself. "What... What are you doing here?"

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"Looking for Melisa," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Do you know where she is?"

Armia felt her cheeks heat even further.

"I... Um..."

Her eyes darted involuntarily towards the closet, just for a split second.

But it was enough.

Raven's gaze sharpened, her head turning to follow Armia's line of sight.@@novelbin@@

Without another word, she strode off in the direction of the closet.

Armia watched her go.

Part of her wanted to call out, but what could she even say???

All she could do was stand there, frozen, as Raven reached the closet and stood before the open door.

Armia held her breath, waiting.

And then...

"Oh."

Raven didn't say it. Rather, Armia saw her mouthing the word instead.

Even from here, Armia could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her whole body seemed to go rigid in an instant.

For a long, endless moment, no one moved.

Literally, all that could be heard, from Armia's perspective, was her own heartbeat and the distant, lewd smacking of Melisa and Isabella's lips against one another.

Then, Raven stepped away.

She turned, her face carefully blank.

But Armia could see the faint pink tinge to her cheeks, the way her eyes seemed to be looking anywhere but at Armia.

Without a word, Raven walked back towards her, her steps stiff and mechanical.

[What do I say?] she thought frantically. [Should I say anything at all?]

In the end, she didn't have to decide.

Because Raven just walked away casually.