Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 224: The Attention

{Melisa}

Half of Syux Academy had apparently decided to watch Melisa's training today. The stands were packed with students eager to see the "legendary nim mage" in action, the same one whose name had been spammed in all the newspapers for the better part of a year.

[Suddenly, I feel like I'm not even a student. I've become a tourist attraction.]

She looked around, subtly looking back at the wide eyes and open mouths watching on. They were paying such close attention, it was almost embarrassing.

[Can't blame them, though,] Melisa thought, stretching. [Though I bet they're more interested in Armia's muscles than my magic right now.]

Speaking of muscles, Armia stood across the arena looking like a warrior goddess... At least, in Melisa's eyes.

That poor tunic of hers was fighting a losing battle against her massive boobs, and those training shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination with how tight they were.

[Including the obvious bulge. God, I'm going to be so distracted.]

"If you two are done eye-fucking," Isabella called from her perch on the sidelines, with a smirk, "maybe we could actually see some fighting?" The kitsune lounged on a bench, filing her claws with exaggerated boredom. "Though watching Mel drool is pretty entertaining."

"I'm not drooling!" Melisa protested, quickly wiping her mouth just in case.

"Your guard is down!"

Armia's practice sword whistled through the air. Melisa barely managed to dodge, the wooden blade passing close enough to ruffle her hair.

"Sneaky!" Melisa laughed, dancing back. She smirked and said, quietly, "been practicing while I was busy getting my brains fucked out by Isabella?"

The comment served its purpose, making the bigger girl's face turn red.

"Someone has to train," Armia replied. "Since you spend all your time either moaning or causing scandals."

Then, she charged forward.

[Oh, she wants to play? Let's play.]

"Aww, feeling left out?" Melisa parried a strike, letting her hip bump against Armia's thigh. "Should have said something last night then instead of just watching."

Armia's face flushed darker. The momentary distraction was exactly what Melisa needed.

"ACK!"

Melisa swept Armia's legs out from under her, sending the massive darian crashing down. Before Armia could recover, Melisa straddled her rock-hard abs, practice sword at her throat.

"You know," Melisa purred, their faces inches apart, "this position's familiar. Though usually you're wearing fewer clothes."

"Feeling like Isabella today or something?"

"Why, am I annoying you~?"

"Not at all," Armia growled, but Melisa could feel something hardening against her thigh.

[Success!]

"Anyway, yeah, yield?"

"Fine. This time."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Melisa helped Armia up, deliberately letting her hands wander over those rippling muscles.

"Your horny sluts! That wasn't fighting," Isabella commented, finally joining them. "That was foreplay with weapons."

"Hey!" Melisa protested. "I take my training very seriously!"

"Is that why your hand's still on Armia's ass?"

[Oh.] Melisa quickly moved her hand, though she made sure to give a little squeeze first. [What? In my defense, it's a great ass!]

"Can we get food now?" Isabella whined. "Watching you two dry hump in the arena is making me hungry. Among other things." She adjusted herself none too subtly.

"Food sounds perfect," Melisa agreed.

Then, turning to the dispersing crowd with a wicked grin, Isabella went:

"But first, a thank you for watching!"

Before anyone could stop her, she pulled up her top. Her tits bounced free, nipples instantly hard in the cool air.

Someone actually fainted.

"ISABELLA!" Armia sputtered while Isabella howled with laughter.

"What?" Isabella winked, letting her shirt fall. "Just giving the people what they want. Now come on, I need food. Then maybe Armia can bend me over her desk and remind me why I was walking funny this morning."

Raven, who was walking beside them all this time, rolled her eyes and that said pretty much everything she needed to say.

They headed for the exit, the crowd parting before them like water. Several students were still fanning themselves, and Melisa caught at least two people writing furiously in what looked suspiciously like personal journals.

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"So," Isabella sidled up to her, tail swaying, "your place or mine after lunch? Because watching you seduce Armia with 'combat' has given me some ideas involving my dick and your ass."

"Bold of you to assume I'm not taking both of you," Melisa grinned. "What's the point of having multiple girlfriends if I can't even have them at the same time?"

"See? This right here," Isabella linked their arms, "is why we get along so well."

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Later, after eating and sucking some kitsune and darian cock in the bathroom of the restaurant they went to, Melisa followed Raven into their shared dorm room, still feeling pleasantly sore from everything.

Two things immediately caught her eye. A sealed letter on her bed and a book hastily shoved under Raven's pillow.

[Oh? What's my stoic girlfriend trying to hide?]

Raven saw the book, looked at Melisa, looked back at the book, and...

Blushed.

"Wait a second," she said.

Before Raven could stop her, Melisa snatched it.

Her eyes widened as she read the title: "Midnight Passions: A Lady's Guide to Romance."

"Give that back!" Raven's normally pale cheeks flushed bright red as she reached for the book.

"Aww, is my ~deadly assassin~ reading smut?" Melisa danced away, flipping through the pages. "Ooh, there are illustrations!"

"It's... research," Raven softly muttered, crossing her arms.

"Research?"

Clearly, the former Shadow Mage still wasn't particularly used to stringing together long sentences, but she said:

"We've been officially together for a year now, and I wanted... ideas."

Melisa's teasing grin softened. She set the book down and pulled Raven into a kiss.

"You're adorable when you're flustered," she murmured against Raven's lips. "Though you really don't need a book. You do just fine with those talented fingers of yours."

"Goodness."

[Gods, making her blush is my favorite hobby.]

"What? It's true! Remember last night when you-"

"Please stop talking."

Laughing, Melisa turned her attention to the letter on her bed. She recognized that elegant handwriting immediately.

"Oh? Zephyra wrote!"

The mention of the former court sorceress brought back memories of their goodbye all those months ago.

Melisa had meant to give her a proper, dignified farewell. Really, she had. But, mostly, all she could remember of that moment where teacher and student said goodbye to each other was how nice it felt to have her face stuck between Zephyra's tits as they hugged.

"What does she say?" Raven asked, settling onto her bed with poorly hidden relief at the change of subject.

Melisa broke the seal and began reading aloud:

"'Dearest Miss Blackflame,

I hope this finds you well and not causing too many scandals. The road has been interesting.

The war with Rhaya has slowly de-escalated with Aria's more diplomatic approach than that of her predecessor, but things still... happen from time to time. The darian cavalry has been proving particularly troublesome during skirmishes. But, well, I know you don't want a bunch of war talk, so, I suppose I should talk about other things as well.

The roads have gotten somewhat safer from Syux to Yalmir, which means lots of kitsune cuisine is slowly making its way to human villages and, I must say, I absolutely love that. Have you spent any time with the moondancers, by the way? Not to be confused with the sundancers of the Solstice Gala, the moondancers are... kitsune women of the night and, my student, I must inform you that they are well worth a quick visit. Yes, I am recommending prostitutes to my student. No, I will not apologize for it.

More importantly, however, have you been keeping up with the lessons I left you? The principles of magical theory won't learn themselves, even if you'd rather spend your time creating new spells and breaking the laws of nature, you should still try to refine the basics.

With fond memories of our last meeting (especially the part where you stuck your-'"

"I don't need to hear that part," Raven interrupted quickly.

"Spoilsport," Melisa stuck out her tongue, but skipped ahead. "'Write soon. Your friend and occasional pillow, Zephyra.'"

[She's not wrong about the pillow part. Those tits really are perfect for napping on.]

Setting the letter aside, Melisa grabbed the daily paper she'd taken to reading after classes. The headline made her stomach clench:

"NOBLE FAMILY ATTACKED - NIM SUSPECTS FLEE SCENE"

"Another one?" Raven moved to read over her shoulder, her body pressing warmly against Melisa's back.

"Third this month," Melisa muttered, scanning the article. "Always the same pattern - noble household, middle of the night, no witnesses."

"You think it's really nim?"

"I dunno. Maybe someone wants us to think it's nim." Melisa set the paper aside with a sigh. "Just when things were starting to improve, too."

Raven's arms slipped around her waist, pulling her close. For someone who struggled to express emotions verbally, she had a gift for knowing exactly when Melisa needed comfort.

[Gods, when did my sexy assassin get so sweet?]

Melisa turned in Raven's arms, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

"Anyway... want to try page 47 from your new book?"

"I hate you," Raven groaned, but she was already reaching for the book.

"Page 47 it is!"

[Honestly, though, best girlfriend ever,] Melisa thought as Raven flipped through the pages. [Even if she does need a manual sometimes.]