Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 270: Loyalty, Part Twenty-Eight

{Melisa}

Melisa woke to sunlight stabbing through her eyelids and the pleasant ache of a thoroughly fucked body. Various fluids had dried on her purple skin, marking everywhere Vira's mouth and hands had been... Which was basically everywhere.

[Note to self,] she thought blearily, [maybe don't try to match a veteran slut drink for drink while also trying to maintain cover as a spy.]

Vira's naked body was pressed against her back, one arm draped possessively over Melisa's waist. Her soft breaths tickled Melisa's neck, stirring memories of how that same mouth had made her scream last night.

[Well... That was a night.] She shook her head, immediately regretting the motion as her hangover made itself known. [Setting that aside, though, you're here for information, not... whatever that thing she did with her tongue was.]

Though that thing with her tongue had been pretty impressive.

This was the second time she'd woken up in Vira's bed, surrounded by the familiar scent of sex and expensive perfume. At least this time she remembered most of what happened. Fragments of the night came floating back through the fog of wine and orgasms.

Dancing. Kissing. Vira's hands everywhere at once. More dancing. More kissing. Getting bent over something that might have been a table. Her mother's voice from somewhere nearby saying something about "taking it deeper."

[Nope,] Melisa thought firmly. [Not thinking about that part.]

But amid all the debauchery, there had been one crucial piece of information. A name.

Rax.

The man behind the attack on Javir's manor. The one who'd nearly killed her family.

Vira stirred behind her, pressing closer. Her tits felt amazing against Melisa's back, but now wasn't the time for another round. She had a name. Now she needed to figure out why this Rax person had targeted Javir's house specifically.

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[And then,] she thought as Vira's hand started wandering lower, [I'm going to make him regret ever touching that match.]

"Mmm, morning beautiful," Vira purred, apparently intent on starting the day the same way they'd ended the night.

[... Okay, maybe one more round. For the mission. Obviously.]

After all, the best intelligence gathering happened in the afterglow... or something.

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{Armia}

Armia towered over the other recruits as they paired off for sparring. The training yard smelled of sweat and angst. Not her own, but rather that of the audience currently surrounding her.

[Two weeks,] she reminded herself, adjusting her practice sword. [Just two weeks of proving I'm 'loyal' enough for these idiots.]

She sighed.

[... Funny. A year ago I would have welcomed this sort of a chance. Oh well.]

Her current opponent was a scrawny human boy who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. Can't blame him, really. She probably looked like she could snap him in half.

And she could, actually.

The instructor gave the signal and they began. Armia held back, obviously. No point breaking the poor kid just because some nobles wanted to see the big scary darian prove her worth.

[Left, right, parry, gentle tap. And then, onto the next one.]

Her movements were precise, controlled. Years of training with actual warriors her father hired versus whatever few months this kid had managed.

Who would possibly prevail?

"Come on, lizard," someone called from the sidelines. "Actually fight!"

[Fuck off,] she thought, but kept her face neutral. The last thing she needed was to give them an excuse to extend her deployment.

Her opponent lunged, telegraphing his move so obviously she could have blocked it in her sleep. She stepped aside, letting him stumble past-

CRACK.

Something solid connected with the back of her head. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she stumbled forward, barely keeping her footing.

[What the-]

She spun around to find another recruit holding a practice sword, grinning.

No reprimand came from the instructor. No shock from the other soldiers.

[Ah,] she thought, straightening to her full height. [So that's how it is.]

... Come to think of it, she was kind of in a lose-lose situation.

If she retaliated, she'd be the aggressive darian who can't control herself. If she complained, she'd be the weak noble wannabe who can't handle real training.

[Fine.]

Armia resumed her stance, ignoring the throbbing in her skull. She kept her expression carefully blank.

Two weeks. Just two weeks of this shit, and then she could go back to her actual life. Back to Melisa and Isabella and their considerably more enjoyable physical activities.

[Though,] she thought as she blocked another wild swing, [I bet none of these fuckers could last five minutes against Isabella in a real fight. And she's half their size.]

The thought made her smile, which seemed to unnerve her opponent more than any show of force could have.

Good.

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The training yard had exactly one water pump that actually worked, tucked away behind what might have once been a storage shed. Armia made her way there after sparring, her boots squelching with each step. Someone had thought it would be funny to kick mud at the big scary darian.

[Real mature,] she thought, examining her mud-caked trousers. [What are they, twelve?]

On the bright side, being the tallest person in camp had its advantages - no one else could see over the shed's remaining walls, giving her a semblance of privacy.

Or so she thought.

Armia had just shimmied out of her trousers (she had asked for a skirt and the higher-ups just laughed at her, so trousers it was) leaving her naked from the waist down, when she heard a gasp.

She turned to find two recruits frozen mid-step around the corner. Twins, from the look of them. Same height, same dark hair, same wide-eyed expression as they took in her half-dressed state. The only real difference was that one was a boy and one was a girl.

And both of them were staring at her dick.

[Well,] Armia thought, watching their faces go from pale to burning red in record time. [This is... something.]

The twins seemed to realize they were staring at the same moment. They made identical squeaking sounds before practically teleporting away, leaving only a cloud of dust and the echo of rapidly retreating footsteps.

Armia couldn't help it. She laughed.

[If they think this is scandalous,] she thought, remembering some of her more recent adventures with Melisa and Isabella, [they'd probably die on the spot if they knew what I get up to back home.]

Still chuckling, she turned back to cleaning her trousers. At least someone in this camp found her intimidating in an entertaining way rather than a "let's try to concuss the darian" way.

Though she had to admit, the matching blushes were pretty cute.

[Two weeks,] she sighed. [Two weeks.]