Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 87: Lust and Royalty, Part One

{Armia}

The night of the gala had finally arrived.

Armia stood before her full-length mirror, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The golden gown she wore shimmered in the candlelight, hugging her muscular frame in a way that made her feel both powerful and elegant.

[This is it,] she thought, smoothing down a non-existent wrinkle. [My chance to show everyone what a true darian lady can be.]

"Wow, sis," Darien’s voice came from the doorway, a hint of teasing in his tone. "You almost look like a lady in that getup."

Armia shot him a glare.

"Fuck you. Don’t you have something better to do than bother me?"

Darien grinned, his tail swishing mischievously.

"Nope. But I did come to tell you that your ride’s here. That hot professor of yours is waiting outside."

Armia’s heart skipped a beat.

[Javir’s here already?]

She took one last look in the mirror, straightening her posture.

"Right. Thanks, Darien."

As she made her way downstairs, Armia couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was it - her entrance into the world of high society!

And she was going with Melisa, the most fascinating girl she’d ever met. Not a bad set of circumstances, honestly.

Outside, Javir’s magical carriage awaited, its ethereal horses pawing at the ground impatiently. Javir herself stood beside it, looking resplendent in a tailored suit that accentuated her curves.

"Good evening, Armia," Javir greeted with a smile. "You look lovely. Are you ready for tonight’s adventures?"

Armia nodded, allowing Javir to help her into the carriage. As they settled in, a thought occurred to her.

"Professor Javir, I’m surprised you didn’t pick up Melisa first. Doesn’t she live with you or something?"

Javir chuckled, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Ah, well, I was actually at the academy when I set out just now. Your house was closer to there. We’ll be picking up Melisa next."

Armia felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

[I’ll see Melisa soon. In her gala outfit...]

She swallowed.

[Oh gods.]

As the carriage set off, gliding smoothly through the night air, Armia gazed out the window at the twinkling lights of Syux below.

Her mind raced with possibilities - the conversations she might have, the connections she could make, the impression she hoped to leave.

And, of course, the time she would spend with Melisa. Her friend, her... whatever they were.

As they approached Melisa’s location, Armia straightened her posture. Whatever the night held in store, she was prepared to face it head-on.

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{Melisa}

Melisa stood before the full-length mirror in her room, her heart racing as she took in her reflection.

The gown she wore was a deep, shimmering purple that seemed to absorb and reflect light in equal measure. It hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her nimble figure while still maintaining an air of elegance.

Margaret stood behind her, fussing with the intricate braids woven through Melisa’s dark hair.

"Oh, sweetheart," she breathed, her eyes shining with pride. "You look absolutely stunning!"

Melisa felt a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Thanks, Mom. I just hope I can pull this off."

"You’ll do wonderfully," Margaret assured her, placing her hands on Melisa’s shoulders. "You’re going to take that gala by storm."

Before Melisa could respond, Margaret leaned in and placed a soft, casual kiss on her lips.

[Eh?] Melisa blinked. [Again?] Melisa thought, her mind flashing back to Javir’s uncharacteristic display of affection. [My pheromones... they’re affecting her too, and she doesn’t even realize it. Honestly, I wish I could... dim them, soften them or something.]

For a moment, Melisa considered saying something, warning her mother about the influence of her evolving pheromones.

But as she looked at Margaret’s loving, proud expression, she hesitated.

[W-Whatever.]

Deciding to let it be, Melisa simply smiled and gave her mother a quick hug.

"Thanks for everything, Mom. I couldn’t have done this without you."

As they made their way downstairs, Melisa was greeted by the excited exclamations of Melistair and Hazel.

"Wow, sis!" Hazel chirped, her eyes wide with awe. "HOLY MOLY!"

Melistair nodded as well and for a moment, Melisa was worried he was going to burst into tears or something.

"You look beautiful, Melisa. Your mother and I are so proud of you. Ahh, a gala!"

"I know, I still can’t believe it either," Melisa giggled. "But..."

As Melisa basked in her family’s praise, a flicker of movement caught her eye.

She glanced down the hall, catching a glimpse of a familiar face. Jaylin, Javir’s niece, was standing there, peeking around the corner, her expression unreadable as she stared at Melisa.

[Jaylin?] Melisa thought, surprised.

But before she could say anything, Jaylin disappeared around the corner, leaving Melisa to wonder if she’d imagined the whole thing.

Shaking off the strange moment, Melisa followed her family outside.

The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine, heightening her senses and making her acutely aware of the magical energy thrumming through her veins.

As she approached Javir’s ethereal carriage, Melisa’s breath caught in her throat. There, stepping out to greet her, was Armia.

For a moment, the two girls simply stared at each other, both stunned into silence by the other’s beauty.

[Oh god,] Melisa thought, her heart racing. [She looks... incredible.]

Armia seemed equally affected as she took in Melisa’s appearance.

"Melisa," Armia finally managed, her voice husky. "You look... absolutely breathtaking."

Melisa felt a warmth spreading through her chest, a mixture of pride and something deeper, more primal.

"So do you, Armia. That dress... it’s perfect on you."

As they continued to gaze at each other, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension, Melisa couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

Javir cleared her throat.

"Alright, you two. Come on. We have a gala to get to."

And, with that, the two of them hopped into Javir’s carriage.

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{Isabella}

Isabella twirled in front of the full-length mirror, her tail swishing excitedly behind her.

The outfit she wore - if it could even be called that - was a masterpiece of sheer fabric and strategically placed embellishments. It left very little to the imagination, clinging to her curves like a second skin.

"Well?" Isabella asked, striking a pose. "What do you think, Mom? Will I turn some noble heads tonight?"

Kimiko leaned against the doorframe, her emerald eyes glinting with a mixture of pride and amusement.

"Oh, you’ll turn heads alright. I can just about see everything."

Isabella grinned.

"Perfect!"

"Indeed. Just make sure you don’t lose sight of the goals, alright?"

"I know, I know..."

As they embraced, Isabella could feel Kimiko’s body responding to her closeness. She pressed herself closer, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know," Isabella purred, her hands sliding down Kimiko’s back, "we still have some time before we need to leave..."

Kimiko chuckled, gently disentangling herself from her daughter’s embrace.

"Now, now, Bella. As tempting as that is, we shouldn’t get too wrapped up. Raven will likely be here any minute now."

Isabella pouted playfully, but her eyes sparkled with determination. In one fluid motion, she dropped to her knees in front of Kimiko, looking up at her mother with an expression of pure desire.

"Come on, Mom," she coaxed, her hands already working at the fastenings of Kimiko’s robe. "Just a quick one? For luck?"

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Kimiko hesitated for a moment, her resolve visibly wavering as she looked down at her beautiful, eager daughter.

Finally, with a sigh that was equal parts exasperation and anticipation, she relented.

"Fine," Kimiko said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Just a quickie. But we need to be ready when Raven arrives."

Isabella’s face lit up with triumph.

"Don’t worry," she said, licking her lips as she freed Kimiko’s already hardening cock. "I’ll make it quick... and memorable."

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{Raven}

Raven stood on the doorstep of the Summer residence, her hand poised to knock for a third time. She could hear muffled sounds from inside, and her keen assassin’s instincts told her exactly what was likely happening.

[Unbelievable,] she thought, shaking her head. [They’re...]

Deciding against finishing that thought, Raven turned her gaze upward.

The night sky stretched above her, vast and glittering with stars. The twin moons of Eldora hung low on the horizon, their pale light casting an ethereal glow over the city.

[They look like eyes,] Raven mused, a shiver running down her spine. [Watching. Judging.]

As she stood there, waiting, a familiar feeling of isolation crept over her. It was a sensation she’d grown accustomed to over the years - the knowledge that, at her core, she was alone.

No family, no true friends, just a series of missions and targets.

But then, unbidden, an image of Melisa flashed in her mind. The nim girl’s warm smile, her infectious enthusiasm, the way she looked at Raven like she was someone worth knowing, worth caring about.

[Maybe...] Raven thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. [Maybe I’m not as alone as I thought.]

The sound of the door finally opening snapped Raven out of her reverie. She turned to see Isabella and Kimiko emerging, both looking slightly disheveled but undeniably radiant.

Raven’s eyebrow arched as she took in Isabella’s outfit - if it could even be called that.

The sheer fabric left little to the imagination, clinging to the kitsune’s curves in a way that was sure to draw every eye in the room.

"Really?" Raven said, quietly. "That’s your ’uniform’?"

"Like what you see, Rae? Don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control."

Raven shook her head.

"We should go. We’re already cutting it close."

Kimiko nodded, her emerald eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Agreed. It’s a short walk to the palace from here. Come on."

As they set off, Raven fell into step beside Isabella.

"Be careful tonight," Raven murmured, her voice low enough that only Isabella could hear. "This isn’t a game. There are real dangers-"

Isabella cut her off with a playful bump of her hip.

"Aww, Rae. I didn’t know you cared about me like this~"

"I don’t, I- can you stop using that nickname? I hate it."

Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Look, don’t worry. I am well aware of our roles tonight. I’ll do my job well. Just focus on doing yours."