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

{Javir}

Javir strode through the halls of Syux Academy, her footsteps echoing on the polished marble floors.

The day's classes had ended, and the normally busy corridors were quiet.

Javir hummed to herself. She liked teaching. She enjoyed watching promising, young talents develop their skills right before her eyes. Leaving the academy 8 years ago had nothing to do with that aspect of being a teacher.

And yet, this was one of the first times that being a teacher, having to improve the skills of these students, genuinely made her anxious.

[The tournament's just four days away,] Javir thought with a sigh. [Are they ready?]

Indeed, the anticipation was palpable, electric in the air. Students and faculty alike buzzed with excitement, and the pressure to perform was mounting.

Of course, what the students didn't know was that whoever won wouldn't even be a student anymore. They'd be whisked away by the royal court, sent to fight the darians northwest.

Javir had pushed to have this fact explained to the students, but her request was shot down on the basis that if the students were told this was the reason behind the tournament, no one would show up.

And now, Javir wasn't too sure the students were prepared for the event. Sure, they'd made improvements. Many of them had shown an incredible rate of growth as fighters, with none other than Melisa being the one to rise above everyone else like a shooting star.

But, Javir still didn't think that meant they'd be able to fight on the front lines with Rhaya. That they could take on well-trained darian soldiers.

[They need years, not months, before they're ready for that.]

As she turned a corner, a familiar voice caught her attention.

It was coming from Miria's office. Curiosity piqued, Javir approached the slightly open door.

To her surprise, Miria wasn't alone. Javir caught a glimpse of a student.

Raven Nightsong, if she recalled correctly. The sight gave Javir pause. Raven wasn't one of Miria's pupils; in fact, the girl was known for being a loner.@@novelbin@@

Outside of those training sessions with Melisa, Raven was hardly ever seen walking around the academy.

[Hm?]

Javir strained to hear their conversation, but their voices were too low, their words too carefully guarded.

There was an intensity to their exchange, however, that Javir did sense.

An odd feeling stirred in her gut. Yeah, the same type of feeling that would often then lead to Javir burning bridges or stumbling upon things she didn't need to know about.

[... It's probably nothing,] Javir thought, however.

She'd known Miria for years, after all.

[She's probably just jealous that I have my own little apprentice and is trying to turn Raven into hers.]

The thought of that made Javir smirk.

Just as Javir was about to knock and announce her presence, the door swung open.

Raven emerged, her pale face unreadable. For a fleeting moment, her grey eyes met Javir's.

Then Raven was gone, walking quickly down the hall.

Javir watched her go.

"..."

Then, Javir turned back to Miria, a question forming in her mind. But her friend's demeanor was as casual as ever, her smile warm and inviting.

"Javir! What a pleasant surprise. I was just about to make some tea. Care to join me?"

Javir hesitated, her curiosity warring with her respect for Miria's privacy.

In the end, she shrugged, deciding to let the matter lie. If there was something Miria wanted to share, she would do so in her own time.

"Tea sounds lovely," Javir said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind her.

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As the sun began to set, Javir made her way back to her manor.

Javir's mind was still buzzing with thoughts of the tournament and her conversation with Miria. But as she approached her home, a sense of warmth filled her.

She knew that Melistair, as per usual, would be off working late. Which meant that Margaret would be by her lonesome in the garden.

Well, not entirely alone. She'd have Hazel in her lap, of course.

But Javir guessed that Margaret would appreciate the company of someone closer to her own age.

Javir inhaled sharply as she stepped into the garden and caught sight of Margaret. Even after eight years, the woman's beauty still took her breath away. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Margaret sat on a bench, Hazel cradled in her arms.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on her purple skin, making her seem to radiate with a godly grace.

Javir's heart fluttered as she approached. If Margaret wasn't already spoken for, Javir knew she probably would have proposed to her long ago.

"Mind if I join you?" Javir asked, her voice soft.

Margaret looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Of course not. Please, sit."

Javir sat down next to Margaret, close enough that their thighs touched. Casually, she threw an arm around Margaret's shoulders, pulling her close. Margaret did not move away from her.

Javir knew she could do this much. Even though she wasn't the number one person in Margaret's heart, Margaret had made her open relationship with Melistair clear.

And Javir was more than happy to take whatever affection Margaret was willing to give.

[... Funny,] Javir smirked. [Sis always asks when I'm going to settle down with someone. To be honest, though, this arrangement is pretty much perfect for me.]

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, watching as Hazel dozed off in Margaret's arms, playing with some toy.

Then Margaret turned to Javir, her red eyes curious.

"So, how were classes today?"

Javir laughed, shaking her head.

"Margaret, my dear, after all this time I spent buried under books and teenage hormones at the academy, do you really think classes are what I want to talk about?"

Margaret grinned, playfully bumping her shoulder against Javir's.

"Well then, what do you want to talk about?"

Javir hummed thoughtfully.

"How about the local news? There's been some interesting developments with Rhaya and the royal court."

Margaret's eyes lit up with interest. She shifted, turning more fully towards Javir.

"Do tell."

And so Javir did. She spoke of the ongoing war, the machinations of the nobles, her role as one of the many Crown Sorceresses.

"Soon, I may be spending more time out of Syux than I do within its walls. Being a teacher has spared me from being on the frontlines fully, but... yeah."

Margaret listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As Javir talked, she couldn't help but marvel at the woman beside her.

Margaret was so much more than a pretty face (and massive, HUGE breasts), in Javir's mind. She was intelligent, compassionate, and stronger than anyone gave her credit for.

Javir's arm tightened around Margaret's shoulders, pulling her even closer. Margaret leaned into the embrace, her head coming to rest on Javir's shoulder.

Soon, they noticed:

"Oh, the little one's asleep." Margaret highlighted.

Margaret stood up, the girl in her arms, and Javir walked with her back into the manor.

She deposited the little girl in her own room and, almost as soon as Hazel was out of her arms, Margaret turned and all but pushed Javir out into the hallway.

Before Javir could even catch her breath, Margaret's lips were on hers.

Javir's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly melted into the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Margaret, pulling the shorter nim woman flush against her body.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a heated embrace. Javir's hands roamed over Margaret's curves, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

Margaret moaned softly into the kiss, her own hands tangling in Javir's hair. Javir grabbed Margaret's tail, the way she knew Margaret liked.

And she did. Margaret pressed herself closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

[Gods, her tits are enormous,] Javir thought, smirking into the kiss.

Finally, they broke apart, both panting heavily. Javir's emerald eyes were dark with desire as she gazed at Margaret.

"Someone's eager tonight," she teased, her voice low and husky.

Margaret blushed, but there was no shame in her eyes. Only hunger.

"Can you blame me?" she asked breathlessly. "Sitting in this big house alone so often... I get a little..."

Javir grinned wickedly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Margaret's neck.

"Pent-up?" she murmured, letting her teeth graze lightly over Margaret's skin.

Margaret shivered, her hands tightening on Javir's shoulders. Javir grabbed a greedy handful of the woman's soft ass.

"Y-yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Right now, all I want is you."

Javir's heart soared at those words. It was obvious Margaret liked her, desired her. But to hear it spoken so plainly, with such raw need...

In one swift motion, Javir swept Margaret up into her arms, cradling her like a princess. Margaret let out a small yelp of surprise, but quickly settled into the embrace, her arms winding around Javir's neck.

Javir carried Margaret down the hall to her own bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. She laid Margaret gently on the bed, hovering over her with a predatory gleam in her eye.

"Don't worry, my dear," Javir purred, her hands already working at the fastenings of Margaret's dress. "I'll take very good care of you."

Margaret smiled up at her, eyes shining with trust and affection.

"I know you will," she said softly, spreading her legs once that dress was off her and showing her pussy off to Javir, those glistening lips Javir salivated at the mere sight of. "You always do."