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

The letter felt like it was burning a hole through Jaylin's bag, through her clothes, through her skin. She could practically feel its weight with every step she took toward the manor. It was the most gargantuan piece of paper she'd ever carried.

[Why me?] she thought for the hundredth time. [Of all the people they could recruit, why Javir Folden's disappointing niece?]

It didn't make sense.

The Shadow Mages were supposed to be this terrifying secret organization. People who had their grimy fingers wrapped around the throats of politicians and their knives sharp and waiting to shank people. The kind of people who tried to kill kings and spread plagues through the nim population.

Not the kind who sent recruitment letters to mediocre students who couldn't even compete with a purple-skinned slut for their Academy's attention.

[Unless...] Jaylin's steps faltered. [Unless that's exactly why they want me?]

She was so lost in thought she almost missed the sound of laughter coming from the manor's sitting room. Almost. But it was hard to miss Margaret's distinctive giggle - the one that made Jaylin's ears burn and her thighs clench.

[No, no, no, don't think about- fuck.]

Too late. She'd already peeked into the room.

Margaret and Kimiko lounged on the couch, dressed in what looked like scraps of foreign silk that did absolutely nothing to hide their curves. Margaret's massive purple tits were practically falling out of her top, and Kimiko... well, there was definitely something substantial almost making a tent in her lap.

Javir's face went completely red.

[W-What? What are they wearing? Does this stuff even count as clothing?] Jaylin wondered, her face burning as she watched them chat and laugh like they weren't one wrong move away from starting an orgy in the sitting room.

[I could tell them,] Jaylin thought suddenly, the letter's presence burning against her back through her bag. [About the Shadow Mages. The letter. Everything.]

It would be the smart thing to do. The safe thing. Aunt Javir would know what to do. Hell, even Melisa, for all that Jaylin hated to admit it, had experience dealing with these people.

But...

[And then what?] she thought bitterly. [They'd probably make Melisa or Raven or even Javir herself handle it. Again. Another chance for them to play hero while I watch from the sidelines.]

No. No, she couldn't let that happen. This was her chance. Her opportunity to prove she wasn't just the family disappointment. To show everyone she could handle things on her own.

[What's the worst that could happen?] she reasoned, sneaking past the sitting room before Margaret or Kimiko could notice her. [I'll just go see what they want. If things get sketchy, I can always leave. I'm not completely useless at magic, after all.]

Besides, she thought as she hurried up the stairs, she could always tell everyone afterward. After she'd handled things herself. After she'd proven herself.

[It'll be fine,] she told herself, closing her bedroom door behind her. [I'll go to the bridge, hear them out, and if anything seems off, I'll bail. Simple.]

She pulled out the letter again, running her fingers over the silver writing.

[This is my chance. My moment. What could possibly go wrong?]

She'd need to be a little bit strategic about it. Obviously this was dangerous. Incredibly dangerous.

But... That was part of why Jaylin's heart was racing right now.

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{Melisa}

Melisa paced through the darkened manor, her bare feet silent on the polished floors.

She almost looked like a purple ghost with ADHD. Her tail swished back and forth with each step, matching the rhythm of her racing thoughts.

[Why now?] she wondered, running through the events again. [The king's held on for weeks, but that little lizard just... gave up after a day?]

She just didn't get it.

The sound of giggling drew her attention to the sitting room. Her mother and Kimiko were sprawled on the couch, sharing what looked like an expensive bottle of spirits. Margaret's nightgown had slipped down one shoulder, revealing an expanse of purple skin that glowed in the candlelight. Kimiko, meanwhile, had forgone any pretense of modesty - her robe was practically falling open, and that telltale bulge in her lap suggested she was getting excited about something.

[Some things never change,] Melisa thought, amused. [At least they're keeping their clothes on. For now.]

"Melisa!" Margaret called out, noticing her daughter hovering in the doorway. "Come join us, sweetie. Kimiko brought some of that darian fire whiskey - the good stuff that makes your tongue tingle!"

Well, who was she to turn down a drink? Maybe it would help her think. Besides, if this ended up leading to some fun times, well, Melisa could use the Essence boost.

"Thanks," Melisa said, settling onto the couch between them. Margaret immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. The familiar scent of her mother's perfume mixed with the whiskey's spicy aroma.

"You look thoughtful," Margaret observed, running her fingers through Melisa's hair. "More than usual, I mean. Something on your mind?"

Melisa took a long sip of the whiskey, letting it burn down her throat.

"Just... thinking about a problem. With magic."

[Because obviously I can't just say 'hey mom, remember how I thought I'd healed the king? Well, funny story, I actually brought him back from the grave and he might just die again soon.']

"Magic problems?" Margaret tilted her head, still stroking Melisa's hair. "Want to talk about it? You know I might not understand all the technical stuff, but sometimes just talking helps."

Melisa hesitated.

"It's... complicated."

"Isn't it always with you?" Kimiko chimed in, her words slightly slurred. "Everything's got to be some big magical mystery."

She had started nuzzling Margaret's neck, her hands wandering in ways that suggested the whiskey was hitting hard. Margaret's giggle turned into a soft moan as Kimiko's fingers found a sensitive spot.

"Look who's talking," Margaret gasped as Kimiko's hands grew bolder. "Didn't you spend three whole months trying to figure out how to make snow just so you could show it off to me?"

Kimiko outright blushed. Melisa had never seen that reaction from her before.

"And I succeeded, didn't I? Best three months of research ever."

Then, Kimiko's hands wandered in ways that suggested the whiskey was hitting hard. Margaret's giggle turned into a soft moan as Kimiko's fingers found a sensitive spot.

As Margaret pulled a little away and the two older women's hands started roaming, Melisa looked away, her mind racing down new paths.

[Maybe it's because it was a lizard? Their bodies are different from humans, after all. More... simple?]

But that didn't feel right. Death was death, regardless of the species.

[Or the time it spent dead before resurrection?] But no, that didn't track either. The lizard had only been dead for minutes before she'd brought it back. The king had to have been dead for like a minute before my spell took effect. At least.

She took another drink, letting the alcohol fuzzy her thoughts just enough to look at the problem sideways.

To her left, clothes were definitely starting to come off.

Kimiko had Margaret's nightgown bunched up around her waist, and Margaret was fumbling with the ties of Kimiko's robe. Their moans and giggles provided an... oddly fitting backdrop to Melisa's racing thoughts.

[What's different? What changed between then and-]

Her eyes widened.

[Essence.]

The whiskey glass nearly slipped from her suddenly numb fingers.

[Holy fuck, that's it!]

When she'd resurrected the lizard, she'd been running on empty. Barely enough Essence to cast a minor spell, let alone something as complex as Blood Magic. But at the gala...

[I'd been swimming in Essence,] she realized. [All those noblewomen I'd eaten out, all those people I... Yeah, yeah, that has to be it!]

She'd been practically overflowing with magical energy by the time she'd cast the spell on the king. And with Isabella - she'd used the Essence from those dead Shadow Mages to fuel the spell when she saved Kimiko.

[The amount of Essence determines how long the resurrection lasts!]

She had to tell Zephyra. This changed everything. If they could figure out how to maintain a steady supply of Essence... Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

"Mom!" Melisa turned excitedly, only to find that her mother and Kimiko were well past the point of casual fondling.

Margaret was straddling Kimiko's lap, her nightgown discarded somewhere on the floor. Kimiko's massive dick was fully erect, sandwiched between Margaret's cheeks.

"Ugh, it's been so long," Kimiko whined with a lustful smile as Margaret bent down to kiss her.

"..."

Melisa swallowed.

[Well,] Melisa thought, standing carefully to avoid disturbing them, [I guess this conversation can wait.]

As she slipped out of the room, leaving her mother and aunt to their fuckin', Melisa's mind was already racing with possibilities. She'd need to gather Essence - lots of it. Good thing she had a harem of willing participants ready to help with that particular task.

[Zephyra needs to know about this. Maybe we can use this information to save the king somehow!]