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

Melisa woke with Isabella's leg draped across her chest and a fox tail tickling her nose.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the chaos of discarded clothes and tangled sheets.

"Fuck," she muttered, blinking away the sleep from her eyes.

The memory of Vira's desperate plea crashed back into her consciousness. At some point last night, though she wasn't sure if it was after she'd been filled up by the kitsune next to her or while she was in the process, she'd come to a decision.

She would speak with Queen Aria about it today, if she could.

Isabella stirred, her pink hair a wild mess around her face.

"Mmm, morning, sexy." She stretched like a cat, her naked body arching as she yawned. "You look stressed already. Did I not fuck you well enough last night?"

Melisa rolled her eyes.

"It's not that." Melisa sat up, pushing Isabella's leg off her chest. "I have to see Aria today about that whole 'please don't execute my terrorist brother' situation."

"Oh right, the Vira drama." Isabella rolled onto her stomach, her ass perking up invitingly. "So what are you going to tell her?"

Melisa groaned, running her fingers through her tangled black hair.

"I... have no fucking idea. On one hand, Koros organized attacks that killed people, including one attack that could have killed my parents. On the other hand, executing him might just create a martyr."

"Ugh, politics is sooo boring." Isabella crawled over and planted a kiss on Melisa's shoulder. "But watching you squirm in front of the queen might be entertaining."

"You're not helping." Melisa stood up and began gathering her clothes from the floor.

Isabella propped herself up on her elbows.

"I'm coming with you."

Melisa blinked.

"What? Why?"

"Moral support." Isabella grinned, her fox ears twitching with mischief. "Plus, I want to see if you and Aria finally fuck. The sexual tension between you two is ridiculous."

"There is no sexual tension!" Melisa's face flushed crimson. "And this is serious."

"Exactly why you need me there." Isabella hopped out of bed, her cock bouncing slightly as she moved. "I'll help keep you from overthinking things."

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An hour later, after much arguing and a shared bath that took twice as long as it should have due to Isabella's wandering hands, they were walking toward the palace. The morning air was crisp, and the streets of Syux were already busy with merchants setting up their stalls.

"So have you decided yet?" Isabella asked, skipping alongside Melisa.

"Decided what?"

"Whether you're going to argue for or against chopping off nim guy's head."

Melisa sighed.

"I'll-I'll figure it out when we get there."

"That's a terrible plan." Isabella laughed. "But, hey, I'm here for it. Maybe you'll just stare at her tits the whole time and forget to speak."

"I do not stare at her tits."

"You absolutely do. Everyone does. And it's fine."

"They're not even big. I mean, no offense," Melisa said, as if the queen was there.

"Doesn't matter. They're royal tits."

Melisa felt an unusual warmth spreading through her body as they approached the palace gates.

After the absolutely mind-breaking sex last night, she'd stepped out into the garden to experiment with Blood Magic some more, and the residual effects lingered in her system like a pleasant buzz. What she hadn't anticipated was how her increasing mastery was affecting her pheromones, beyond what she felt she could control.

The first guard they encountered—a stern-faced man with a neatly trimmed beard—suddenly lost his professional demeanor mid-sentence.

"State your business with the—" His eyes widened, nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. A flush crept up his neck, and he shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his stance. "With the, uh, queen."

"Royal advisor Melisa Blackflame and guest to see Queen Aria," Melisa replied, trying to ignore the way his eyes had glazed over. "If she'd have us."

"Y-yes, of course." He waved them through.

"... What?" Melisa raised a brow. "Aren't you going to go tell her, first?"

"No need," he said, avoiding her gaze. "The queen has already given orders that if you show up we are to let you in, no further questions asked."

Melisa and Isabella glanced at each other.

[... That's convenient.]

"Anyway, please, go ahead." He said, then turned away quickly, hunching over slightly.

Isabella leaned in close as they moved.

"Did you just give that guard a boner with your presence?"

"Shut up."

"Interesting effect to have at your disposal." Isabella wriggled her eyebrows. "Very useful."

As they proceeded through the palace corridors, Melisa noticed a pattern. Each guard they passed seemed to undergo the same transformation: professional stance melting into flustered confusion, followed by awkward posture adjustments and averted gazes.

"You're leaving a trail of horny breadcrumbs," Isabella whispered gleefully. "We could find our way back by following the erections."

[This is kind of humiliating,] Melisa groaned. [I didn't realize the pheromone effect was still getting stronger.]

They rounded a corner and nearly collided with a palace page who was rushing in the opposite direction. The young man's eyes went wide, and he stammered something unintelligible before scurrying away, clutching a scroll in front of his crotch.

"At this rate, the entire palace will need cold baths by lunchtime," Isabella snickered.

When they finally reached the throne room antechamber, the royal steward—a dignified older woman who seemed mercifully immune (or was doing a wonderful job at hiding her reactions) to Melisa's pheromones—informed them that the court was concluding its annual Cleansing Ritual.

"You may enter in a moment," the steward said. "Though I should warn you, the ceremonial attire is... traditional."

Before Melisa could ask for clarification, the massive doors swung open, revealing a scene that made her jaw drop.

The royal court stood in formation around Queen Aria's throne, but not in their usual formal attire. Instead, every courtier wore sheer, flowing fabrics that revealed far more than they concealed. Intricate patterns of blue and silver paint adorned their exposed skin, swirling designs that resembled ancient runes and flowing water.

And there, on the throne, sat Queen Aria herself.

[Holy fuck.]

The queen's white hair was adorned with tiny crystal beads that caught the light with every slight movement. Her ceremonial garment was little more than strategically placed strips of translucent silk that did nothing to hide her small, perfect breasts or the curve of her hips. Silver and blue paint traced patterns across her collarbone, down her arms, and across her exposed midriff.

"Ah, Melisa!" Aria's gray eyes lit up as she spotted them. "What a pleasant surprise. We've just finished the ritual."

Isabella nudged Melisa.

"Close your mouth before you start drooling."

Melisa snapped her jaw shut, suddenly aware that she'd been staring.

"Your Majesty, I can return when you're... when the court is... perhaps later would be better?"

"Nonsense." Aria waved a dismissive hand, causing the silk to shift in ways that made Melisa's pulse quicken. "The Cleansing Ritual is complete, but tradition dictates we remain in ceremonial attire until sunset. Court is dismissed, but I would speak with my advisor."

The courtiers filed out, many casting curious glances at Melisa and Isabella. Melisa couldn't help but notice that several of the male courtiers seemed to be having difficulty walking normally.

[Great. Even the fancy nobles aren't immune.]

When the room had emptied except for two ceremonially dressed guards at the far doors, Aria descended from her throne with fluid grace.

"Now," she said, approaching them with a smile that made Melisa's heart stutter, "what brings you to court today? It must be important for you to seek me out so early."

Melisa tried desperately to remember why she'd come. Something about Koros and execution and political considerations. But with Aria standing before her, practically naked and painted like some divine being, coherent thought seemed like a distant memory.

"We're here about the nim terrorist," Isabella supplied helpfully, clearly enjoying Melisa's discomfort. "The one scheduled for execution."

"Ah, yes." Aria nodded, turning her attention fully to Melisa. "You wish to discuss Koros. Let us talk in my private chamber where we won't be disturbed."

[Private chamber? With her dressed like that? While I'm leaking sex pheromones?]

Melisa swallowed hard.

This was going to be the most challenging diplomatic conversation of her life.