Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 267: Loyalty, Part Twenty-Five

{Melisa}

Melisa stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the dress she'd picked for tonight's party.

The purple fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, showing just enough cleavage to be enticing without screaming "I'm secretly infiltrating your organization."

Hopefully, anyway.

[Hope Vira likes it,] she thought, turning to check how it looked from behind. [Though considering how wet she got just from watching me cast one spell, I could probably show up in a potato sack and she'd still want to fuck me.]

A quiet tap at her window drew her attention.

[A messenger bird???]

Indeed, such a thing was perched there, a scroll tied to its leg with what Melisa recognized as the royal seal.

[Oh fuck. Aria? Now?] Melisa raised an eyebrow as she retrieved the letter.

Breaking the seal, she unrolled the parchment:

"Dearest Melisa,

I trust this finds you well. I've grown rather restless for news of your progress with our... nim problem. While I understand these things take time, perhaps you could enlighten me as to your current approach?

Yours,

Queen Aria"

[Hm... Alright. I guess I could let her know where I'm at right now. Though, to be honest, I don't think there's too much to say at the moment.]

She began to write:

"My Queen,

To address your question: I've made contact with a couple of key members of this growing terrorist movement. However, before I can properly deal with these 'freedom fighters,' I have a more pressing matter. Specifically, finding the people who tried to burn down Javir's manor. My family was in there, Your Majesty. My little sister.

So with all due respect, Your Majesty, I believe the larger nim uprising can wait until I've personally dealt with those particular individuals. I will contact you as soon as I have made progress outside of that.

Your faithful servant in this matter,

Melisa"

[There,] she thought, sealing the letter. [Perfect.]

She handed the scroll back to the waiting bird, then returned to preparing for tonight's party.

After sending off the letter, Melisa returned her attention to her reflection. The silver hair Isabella had dyed for her caught the light nicely, making her look almost ethereal. Combined with her purple skin and the way her dress hugged every curve, she cut quite the figure.

[Perfect,] she thought, running her hands down her sides. [Just slutty enough to keep Vira's attention, but not so obvious that I look like I'm trying too hard.]

She adjusted her tits in the dress, making sure they were pushed up just right. The neckline showed off enough cleavage to be distracting while still leaving something to the imagination.

[Time to go be the eager recruit,] she thought, touching up her lips with a deep black shade. [Learn what I need to learn, figure out who tried to hurt my family...]

The door clicked open behind her.

Raven stepped in, still slightly out of breath from whatever rooftop running she'd been doing with Javir (that was how they liked to train, these days). Her usually pristine black hair was windswept because of that, a few strands sticking to her sweat-dampened neck.

[Fuck, she's hot when she's all worked up like this,] Melisa thought, letting her eyes roam over her girlfriend's body.

"See something you like?" Raven asked dryly with a little smile, though she mostly looked amused.

"Always," Melisa purred, turning to face her. "How was the run?"

"Productive. We... went someplace else along the way."

"Oh? Where to?"

"Javir thinks we're getting closer to finding another Shadow Mage safehouse. She showed me the area." Raven's eyes narrowed as she took in Melisa's outfit. "You look... ready for something."

[It's nice to hear her voice more.]

"Mhm," Melisa hummed, sauntering over to her. She pressed close, enjoying the way Raven's breath hitched when their bodies met. "Got a party to attend. Hopefully, I'll learn something useful about our arsonist friends."

Raven's hands found Melisa's hips as she nodded.

"Be careful."

"Aw, are you worried about me?" Melisa teased with a smile, nipping at Raven's ear. Beinng pressed so close, she could feel the heat radiating off her from her workout.

"Someone has to be," Raven muttered. "Since you clearly have no sense of self-preservation."

"I guess so. Don't wait up," Melisa winked, stepping away.

Much as she'd love to stay and help Raven work off some post-training energy, she had a mission to focus on.

[Besides,] she thought as she headed for the door, putting an extra swing in her hips because she knew Raven was watching, [giving her something to think about while I'm gone is half the fun.]

"Try not to get yourself killed," Raven called after her.

"No promises!" Melisa sang back cheerfully.

Time to go play her part.

She had information to gather, arsonists to find, and if she had to fuck her way to some answers? Well, that was just part of the job.

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{Margaret}

Margaret's thighs were already slick with anticipation as the carriage rumbled through Syux's darkening streets.

"You know," Margaret mused, watching the city roll by through the window, "an old warehouse really isn't the sort of place I'd think to go to for this kind of thing." Her tail curled playfully. "Though I suppose it makes sense. Can't be disturbing the noble quarter too often, I guess."

"And here I thought you liked being fucked in interesting places~"

[She's not wrong.]

The carriage hit a bump, making Margaret's chest jiggle. Based on how the driver's eyes had lingered when helping her in, she'd chosen her dress well.

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"Just try not to break me completely this time," Margaret said, though her body thrummed with excitement at the possibility. "Some of us still need to walk tomorrow."

Kimiko just laughed, her hand sliding higher up Margaret's thigh.

"No promises, dear sister. You know how our kind get when we're worked up."

The carriage finally rolled to a stop outside a large, seemingly abandoned warehouse.

Music and laughter already spilled out from within, along with the unmistakable sounds of people already enjoying themselves.

[Time to see what kind of debauchery my sister's gotten us into this time,] Margaret thought as they made their way to the entrance. Her nipples hardened in anticipation.

Inside, the warehouse had been transformed.

Plush cushions and divans were scattered about, many already occupied by various couples (and trios, and more) in various forms of idle chatter.

Margaret's eyes roamed over the crowd. Things hadn't quite... kicked off yet, but clearly people were excited for that.

And then she saw her.

Across the room, a familiar figure in a purple dress that hugged every curve. Silver hair that matched Margaret's own. Red eyes that widened in shock as they met Margaret's gaze.

[... Melisa!?]