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

{Melisa}

One day. Just one more day before everything was solved. One way or another.

[Though to be honest,] Melisa thought, pushing open the bar's door, [I'm starting to hope Vira fails.]

The usual crowd of day-drinkers barely looked up as she entered. A few nim were passed out at their tables, probably celebrating their latest "victory" against the humans. One guy had his face planted directly in a puddle of what Melisa hoped was beer.

[Real paragons of the revolution right here.]

Vira was behind the counter as always, mixing drinks with one hand while somehow managing to keep her boobs from spilling out of her top with the other. It was like watching someone juggle while doing advanced mathematics and, to be fair, she was killing it.

[Though, actually, I guess when your breasts are that big, keeping them contained is in itself basically a full-time job.] Melisa sighed. [So, if that's the case with her, how could I describe walking around with these?] She looked down at her own chest, which was significantly bigger than Vira's. [A career path?]

"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer," Vira's smile was warm but tired. Dark circles under her eyes suggested she hadn't been sleeping much. "Here for the usual?"

"Something like that," Melisa settled onto a barstool, trying not to think about what she could be doing with Vira soon. Very soon. "Any luck with our mutual friend?"

Vira's smile dimmed slightly.

"About as much luck as trying to fuck a dragon with a toothpick," she said, sliding a drink Melisa hadn't ordered in front of her. "Trust me, I tried everything short of tying him up and sitting on his face until he changes his mind."

[Now there's an image,] Melisa thought with a smirk, taking a sip. [Though probably not the best strategy for terrorist negotiation.]

"He's still dead set on hitting the kitsune place?"

"Worse," Vira leaned in close, close enough that Melisa could smell her perfume. Close enough to see the genuine worry in those red eyes. "Now he's even more obsessed with making an example. You know, how if they can take down Blackflame's friends, no one will dare stand against them. All that."

[Oh, you stupid fuck,] Melisa thought, though she wasn't sure if she meant Koros or herself for even waiting this long. [You're really making this easy to justify, aren't you?]

"That's..." Melisa hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "That's not great."

"No shit," Vira snorted, absently adjusting her top. The movement drew Melisa's eyes downward automatically. "I told him those kitsune would turn him inside out, but he just keeps talking about how having a mage changes everything."

[Well, he's not wrong about that,] Melisa thought grimly. [Just wrong about which mage is going to be doing the inside-out turning.]

"Maybe he'll change his mind?" Melisa suggested, knowing full well he wouldn't. "You've got one more day to convince him."

"Yeah, and I've got big plans to grow wings and fly to the moon," Vira rolled her eyes. "Face it, he's determined to get himself killed and there's nothing I can do about it."

She said that last part a little bit softer. It honestly made Melisa's heart ache a little to imagine what Vira would look like after tomorrow was done.

But, that thought faded quickly when she remembered how she felt when she heard the bastard had tried to burn down Javir's house.

"Hey," Vira's hand found hers across the counter. "You okay? You've got a look on your face."

"What look?"

"Like you're planning something that's either going to be really fun or really dangerous." Vira's thumb traced circles on Melisa's palm. "Usually when I get that look, I end up unable to walk straight for a day."

[If only that was all that was going to happen,] Melisa thought, but she forced a smile.

"Just thinking about all the ways this could go wrong," she said, which wasn't exactly a lie.

"Mm," Vira's eyes sparkled with familiar heat. "Want to come upstairs and think about something else for a while?"

[Yes,] Melisa thought immediately. [Also no. Also definitely yes.]

"Don't you have customers to serve?"

Vira glanced around the mostly unconscious crowd.

"Pretty sure they won't notice if I take a... lunch break."

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{Melisa}

The walk to Isabella's house had given Melisa plenty of time to think about tomorrow's inevitable shitstorm. Too much time, really.

She'd gone through about fifteen different scenarios in her head, and all of them ended with her having to explain to Vira that the kitsune were too strong, and her brother wasn't around anymore.

Killing the guy was absolutely going to be fun. That part... Melisa wasn't looking forward to that.

[At least the sex was good,] she thought, pushing open Isabella's front door. [One last happy memory before everything goes to hell.]

The scene that greeted her was exactly what she'd expected - Isabella sprawled on the couch with Raven's head between her thighs, bobbing up and down. Apparently, all Isabella needed to do was tell Raven straight up that she wanted to bang and Raven was happy to do so. Probably on account of not having Melisa around to have sex with instead.

Isabella's fox ears twitched as Melisa drew closer, her eyes bouncing from Melisa to Raven who was sucking her dick lazily. Melisa settled on the couch next to Isabella, and Isabella threw an arm over her.

"Mm, hey babe," Isabella grinned, her other hand tangled in Raven's hair. "You look like someone just told you fucking was cancelled forever. What's up?"

Raven didn't even pause in her ministrations, though she did give Melisa a small nod of acknowledgment. Her usual stoic expression somehow made the sight even more obscene.

"Just..." Melisa sighed, watching Isabella's hips roll a little against Raven's face. "You know that guy who's planning to attack this place tomorrow?"

"The terrorist?" Isabella's voice hitched slightly as Raven hit a particularly good spot. "What about- oh fuck -what about him?"

"He's..." Melisa hesitated, trying not to think about how wet she'd left Vira just a few hours ago. "He's the brother of someone I've been... close with."

"Close with?" Isabella's eyebrows waggled suggestively. "Like, 'oh we're such good friends' close or 'I've had my tongue in places that don't see sunlight' close?"

[Trust Isabella to cut right to the important questions.]

"The second one," Melisa admitted. "She's actually really nice. Works at that bar I've been going to."

"Ah," Isabella nodded sagely, like they were having a perfectly normal conversation and not discussing terrorism while getting head. "And does this nice bar-lady know her brother's about to get his ass handed to him?"

"Yeah," Melisa slumped further into the chair. "I've been trying to get her to talk him out of it, but..."

"But he's determined to be an idiot?" Isabella suggested, her breath coming faster now. "Fuck, Raven, how are you so good at this?"

Raven's only response was to double her efforts, which made Isabella temporarily lose the ability to form coherent sentences.

[At least someone's having a good day,] Melisa thought, watching her two girlfriends with a smile.

When Isabella could speak again, she turned those bright eyes back to Melisa.

"Look," she said, still slightly breathless. "If this guy wants to throw his life away, that's his choice. You gave him an out through his sister. He didn't take it." She shrugged, making her perky tits bounce in a way that momentarily derailed Melisa's train of thought. "So fuck him."

[Can't really argue with that logic,] Melisa thought.

"Yeah," she said finally. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right."