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

{Armia}

Armia strode through the academy halls, her bookbag slung over one shoulder as she moved with determination.

It was Monday morning, the start of a new week, and she was feeling uncharacteristically bold.

As she neared the classroom, she caught sight of a familiar dark head at the back row.

Melisa.

And, as usual, she wasn't alone.

Isabella was draped all over her, the two of them cuddled up close as they giggled together, the rest of the room visibly annoyed at their public display of affection.

Usually, it looked like Isabella was being the assertive one. Today, though, they were both equally drunk on giggles.

Armia instantly joined in on feeling annoyed.

But she pushed it down, squaring her shoulders as she marched up to their desk.

"Melisa," she said, her voice coming out a bit sharper than she'd intended. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Melisa looked up, blinking in surprise at Armia's tone.

"Uh, sure," she said, untangling herself from Isabella's embrace. "What's up?"

Armia took a deep breath, steeling herself.

"I was wondering if you wanted to train later," she said, the words coming out in a rush. "After school. Just the two of us." She shot Isabella a brief look, who, in turn, raised a brow and smirked a bit.

Melisa's eyebrows shot up, but a slow smile spread across her face.

"Yeah, definitely," she said, nodding eagerly. "I'd love to. Meet you at the gates after last period?"

Armia felt a rush of relief.

"Great," she said, returning Melisa's smile with one of her own. "I'll see you then."

And, with that, Armia's evening plans were set.

The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, each minute stretching into an eternity as Armia counted down the hours and seconds and milliseconds until their training session.

But finally, mercifully, the last bell rang, and she was out the door in an instant.

Melisa caught up with her.

"Ready to go?" she asked, grinning Armia's way.

Armia nodded, falling into step beside her as they made their way off campus.

"I thought we could head to my place," Melisa said, leading the way down a winding side street. "My parents are out for the evening, so we'll have plenty of privacy to practice."

Armia felt a flutter of nerves at the thought of being alone with Melisa, but she pushed it aside.

This was about magic, about learning and growing. Nothing more.

[You stay still down there, alright!?] She instructed her unfortunately massive penis.

When they arrived back at Melisa's home, Armia couldn't help but feel a bit of nostalgia. As embarrassing as her first time here was, it was now (almost) nothing but a funny memory.

"Come on," Melisa said, leading her into the garden.

For the next hour, they worked together, Melisa guiding Armia, once again, through the process of crafting a new spell.

Months of practice later, Armia felt like she was ready.

She wanted to try combining elements of different water spells to create something unique and powerful.

Armia focused intently, concentrating as she wove together snippets of incantations and fragments of spellsigns.

It was delicate work, requiring precision and finesse.

But Melisa was a patient teacher, offering gentle corrections and words of encouragement whenever Armia faltered.

She was so much kinder than Armia had known nim could be.

And finally, after countless attempts and adjustments, Armia felt it was time.

With Melisa standing beside her, Armia raised her hand, palm out, and spoke the final words of the spell.

"Aqua, virtute, surge!"

A jet of water burst forth, arcing through the air in a glittering spray.

It was a small thing, hardly more than a glorified squirt gun.

But it was hers. Her creation, born of her own hard work and dedication.

Armia let out a whoop of joy, spinning around to face Melisa with a grin that threatened to split her face in two.

"I did it!" she crowed, bouncing on her toes like an excited child. "Melisa, did you see that? I actually did it!"

Melisa was surprised at Armia's reaction but smiled.

"You sure- WHOA!"

Armia launched herself at Melisa with a force that nearly knocked the smaller girl off her feet.

She wrapped her arms around her, lifting her up and spinning her around in a dizzying circle of celebration.

Melisa shrieked with laughter, clinging to Armia's shoulders as they twirled and spun.

And for a moment, the world fell away. The academy, the expectations, the constant pressures.

None of it mattered.

All that existed was this. This shining moment of success.

When Armia finally set Melisa back on her feet, Armia was both flushed and breathless, grinning at Melisa like a damn idiot.

"I couldn't have done it without you. You're... you're an incredible teacher, Melisa. Seriously," she spoke as casually as a commoner for a bit, "you're so smart!"

Melisa waved a dismissive hand.

"Nah, we just make a good team," she said, bumping Armia's shoulder with her own. "Now, what do you say we take another crack at it? I have some ideas for how we can refine the incantation, maybe add a bit more oomph to the water."

Armia grinned, already reaching for her notes.

"Lead the way," she said, feeling a renewed surge of determination. "I'm ready for round two."

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Later, Armia and Melisa stood at the threshold of the manor, peering out at the sheets of rain pouring from the darkened sky.

What had started as a light drizzle had quickly turned into a full-blown downpour, the kind that soaked you to the bone in seconds.

"Well," Melisa said, turning to Armia with a wry smile. "Looks like our walk back to the academy is off the table. Unless you feel like swimming."

Armia huffed a laugh, but there was a hint of unease in her eyes as she watched the rain lash against the windows.

"What do you want to do?" Melisa asked, her head tilted in question. "We could try to wait it out, or..."

She trailed off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air between them.

Armia shifted from foot to foot, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"I... I don't want to impose," she mumbled, not quite meeting Melisa's gaze. "But... maybe I could stay? Just until the rain lets up a bit?"

Melisa smiled.

"Of course you can stay," she said, reaching out to give Armia's arm a reassuring squeeze. "Mi casa es su casa, as they say."

Armia blinked.

"Is... that some language from out of Syux or something?"

"N-Never mind."

Soon, Melisa was ushering her back inside, closing the door firmly against the storm.

As they stepped into the cozy warmth of the living room, two figures looked up from their seats by the fireplace.

"Armia?" Margaret asked.

Melisa's parents had come back earlier.

"The rain's a bit tough right now," Melisa replied to them for her. "I asked Armia to stay here till it passes."

"Ah, alright. Let me know if you need anything, dear," Margaret told Armia and Armia bowed.

"I will, thank you," she said, ducking her head shyly. "I... I appreciate your hospitality."

Melisa grinned, bumping Armia's shoulder with her own.

"Come on," she said, nodding towards the stairs. "Let's head back up to my room."

Armia followed her up the narrow staircase, her heart beating a little faster with each step.

When they reached Melisa's room once again, Melisa flopped down on the bed with a contented sigh.

"Make yourself at home," she said, patting the space beside her invitingly. "Mi bed es su bed."

[There's that language again.]

Armia hesitated for a moment, eyeing the plush comforter and the way Melisa's dark hair fanned out across the pillows.

But then, with a mental shrug, she lowered herself down next to her, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight.

For a while, they just lay there, side by side, listening to the steady patter of rain against the window panes.

It was peaceful, Armia thought. Intimate, in a way that made her heart flutter and her palms sweat.

"So," Melisa said, breaking the silence. "Tell me something about yourself, Armia. Something I don't already know."

Armia blinked, caught off guard by the question.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, shifting slightly to face Melisa. "What do you want to hear about?"

Melisa shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
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"Anything," she said. "Everything."

"Not exactly making it easier for me," Armia chuckled awkwardly.

Armia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

There was something in Melisa's voice that had her chest feeling tighter.

"Come oooon," Melisa shifted onto her side. "Gotta be something you wanna get off your chest."

Sighing, Armia shifted onto her side as well.

"I... can't think of anything."

She didn't notice something, though.

As she moved, her skirt rode up.

The hem inched higher and higher up her thighs.

Armia was, too caught up in the moment, in the intensity of Melisa's gaze and the warmth of her proximity.

But then, she saw Melisa's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a deep, rosy pink on her purple face.

Confused, Armia followed her line of sight... and felt her own face heat with a mortified blush.

There, peeking out from beneath the rucked-up fabric of her skirt, were her panties.

And straining against the thin, stretchy material, impossible to miss and even more impossible to ignore... was the unmistakable bulge of her half-dragon cock.

Armia froze.

[Oh no,] she thought, her mind racing with panic and humiliation. [Oh no, oh no, oh no. Not again!]

But before she could spiral any further, Melisa's hand was on her arm, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice low and soothing. "It's okay, Armia. It's okay."

Armia blinked, her eyes darting up to meet Melisa's.

And there, in the warm amber depths, she saw no disgust, no judgement.

"I..." Armia started, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm sorry," she pulled her skirt down. "I didn't mean to expose..."

But Melisa just shook her head, a small, secretive smile on her face.

"You have nothing to apologize for," she murmured, her hand still resting on Armia's arm. "Trust me, Armia. It's fine."

"I..." Armia breathed, trying to calm down. "I see."

Slowly, tentatively, she reached down to adjust her skirt, pulling the fabric back down to a more modest level.

But as she did, her fingers brushed against the straining length of what was very quickly becoming an erection... and she couldn't quite suppress the shiver that ran through her at the contact.

Melisa's eyes followed the movement, her gaze heavy.

She looked unsure, but she didn't take her eyes off it.

In a moment, Armia covered it up (as best as she could, anyway). Melisa smiled a little.

"... To be honest, I'm still getting used to the idea that people can, uh... Have those," she blushed.

"Really? But, I... Correct me if I'm wrong, but I assumed you were from outside of Syux."

"I am."

"Don't-"

"But, I spent the last 8 years here, studying at the academy. And, well, no one wanted to talk to me in that time, since..." She gestured at herself. "I... haven't actually met many darians and kitsune."

"Oh."

"Yeah... Still getting used to it," Melisa said quietly. "But, it's fine by me."

"It is?"

"Yeah."

"... Okay."

For a while, they just lay there.

It was absolutely the most embarrassing moment of Armia's life, to be sure. But, it was still, at the same time, oddly refreshing.

Like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

"Hey-"

"I-"

They turned toward each other at the same time, their lips ending up far too close.

Melisa laughed. Promptly, Armia began to laugh too.

Still, she couldn't help but think...

[Isabella's already tasted those lips,] Armia glanced at Melisa out of the corner of her eye. [I wonder what they feel like.]