Moonquest: A Journey To The Stars-Chapter 76: Is This The Real Life, Or Is It A Fantasy...

Walking down the streets of London, an elderly man carried in his arms the hands of his beloved wife. "Sweetheart, thank you so much for taking some time off from your busy schedule to walk down the streets of Carnaby. You know how much I wanted the new Coco Chanel bag~"

Wheedling her way in, she grasped his arms tighter, unwilling to let go. Chuckling, the old man tightened his hold on the woman. "Ah, Bethany, what a blessing it is to have you as my wife..."

Nuzzling in her bosom, Lewis walks down the street, gazing at the numerous storefronts, checking out their latest catalogues and fashion trends. As they walk closer to the Chanel store, they stop by near a small game stall.

"Whack-a-Mole! Whack-a-Mole! Come and play Whack-a-Mole! If you want to impress your mistress, what better way is there unless you ain't a man at all..."

Her eyes twinkling, a young lady with big tits hands over Lewis a rubber mallet. Under the eager eyes of Bethany, he readies himself, lifting his sleeves up to his elbows...

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A young lad, no less than 16 years of age, weaves his way through the rugged paths surrounding shops. Manoeuvring his way through the myriad shortcuts, he reaches his destination.

Before him lay a large mansion, carved from the very mountains themselves. Gigantic ornate windows adorned nearly every inch of the walls, light entering from every facsimile. Gems of every kind littered on the ground, the garden a paradise of jewels.

Dusty from the relentless parkour, the young boy quietly sneaked in, as if entering the lair of a dragon. Just as he believed he had succeeded, a shrill voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Young master Simon, how uncouth of you! Go to the bathroom RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!"

An old crone, wearing a medieval-ish maid uniform, began chastising young Simon. "I know young master wants to meet with the madame, but you must understand: you cannot meet her in this...state. Any further contact with the outside world can worsen her situation..."

Just as she wanted to continue her beratement, a light but tired voice called out from above. "That's enough Cornelia. I'm sure it's going to be all right..."

Pinching her eyes, the old crone Cornelia relented, allowing Simon to pass by her, but not before he mocked her by sticking his tongue out at her. All she could do was sigh at his rude behaviour.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he bolted his way to the very end of the hallway, where a door covered with medicinal sheets lay. Gulping audibly, he nervously knocked at the door.

"Come in... *cough* *cough* *cough*..."

Atop the large bed, a pale, pallid woman lay, her lustrous red hair now bleached. Coughing constantly, she turned her head once she realised who had come in. "Ah, my dear boy. How's your day at the forge going? I hope your father is not pushing you too hard now, is he?"

Hearing her words, young Simon brightened up. "Oh no mom, today he praised me! Well, it all started when..."

Simon animatedly began explaining in detail what he went through that day; all the while, his mother lay beside him, silently listening to his tale. He only stopped when a servant came in, reminding them that it was time for dinner.

With a soft push, the bedridden woman signalled Simon to leave, to go and have his dinner. Smiling, the young Dwarf skipped downstairs, happy to have finally spoken to his mother. But what he didn't know was that as soon as he left, the woman began coughing loudly, blood flowing through her hands.

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"Young master, you cannot go there! Any and all contact with the madame will lead to her immediate demise! You must–"

"I SAID MOVE!"

Yelling at Cornelia, a red-eyed Simon barrelled through the corridor, desperate to meet with his mother.

He refused to believe that she was dying

But his hopes were shattered...

Standing outside the door, he heard the Healer-Priests of Illumia delivering the devastating news:

"My Lord, we're sorry to say this, but...she might not survive till midnight. You must make peace with her at her final moments..."

Tears streaming down his face, Simon ran out of the house, unwilling to believe that his mother was dying. No, it cannot be possible...

Just as he barged out of the mansion, he bumped into a petite merchant, knocking her to the ground. "I'm-I'm sorry. I was too busy thinking about..."

Realising that she had stumbled upon an interesting story, the merchant's purple eyes twinkled. "Hey, mister~ Why don't you tell big sister what's going on~"

He did not know why, but he told her everything that was happening, including how his mother might not survive till midnight. Listening silently, the merchant did not say anything until the end, when she began hesitating. "I don't know how to say this, but I've heard of a mystical herb existing far high in the mountains of Kházidam, that can heal all and every ailment known. I bet this could help you..."

Eyes twinkling, she 'hinted' to the young Dwarf a possible cure for his mother.

Desperate for a miracle, Simon muttered all the courage he had, heading straight for the mountain, all the while the petite merchant looked on with her purple eyes, a small tail poking out of her cloak...

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"You pathetic failure of a Succubus! Can't you seduce and fuck a single man!?"

Thwack!

A whip struck a young girl, her right hand gripping hard on her shoulder. Stifling any form of tears, she silently crouched on the cold stone floor, trying her best to show her strength.

The woman, on the other hand, raised her whip once more, only to realise what she was doing was futile. Sighing in defeat, she threw the whip to a servant before removing her gloves and throwing them at another servant. Rubbing her large horns in anger, she commanded them to take care of the child. "Can someone please take care of this...thing for me. The Dark Council has called upon me for an impromptu meeting. I expect this girl to be fixed when I return. Honestly, why can't she be like her sister at all..."

Huffing in anger, she wiped her hands onto the chest of a chained man, his mouth covered in a ball gag. "And someone please get me a new 'towel'! This one's gotten way too used for me!"

Clickkng her tongue once more, the tall Succubus clipped her way out of the hall, changing to a more risqué clothing for the important meeting.

All the little girl could do was weep in cold, lonely hall...

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Leaving the dark purple castle, she made her way to the school, where all Succubi learn on how to seduce and wring their men(prey) dry. While all of them aced their tests, she was the only one who consistently ranked at the bottom.

All because of her stupid Skill

Checking her Status once more, her eyes landed on the Skill section:

Accelerated Thoughts

Despite being SSS tier in power, this stupid Skill of hers robbed her of all the inherent traits of the Succubi:

Lust, greed, eroticism, sexual needs, sensuality...

Kicking a rock near the path, she was stopped by a couple of Succubi who were going to calss as well. "Well, well, well, well... Look at who we have here..."

The three cronies beside her began cackling, as the young Succubus clutched her bag tighter behind her shoulders.

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"*Sniff*, *sniffle*... Uuooooh! *Sniffle*..."

Tears pouring down her cheeks, the young Succubus picked up remains of her bag, clinging to its last shreds. Wiping off the mud from her fave, her bright green eyes gazed at the reflection on the lake.

"I wish I was never born..."

Just as she was about to hurl herself into the lake, the bushes behind her split apart, revealing a surprising visitor:

A Succubus wearing nothing but pasties at her privates, as well as sex sleeves around her arms and legs, sensually strode into the open. Pink gas floated from behind her, arousing scenes of coitus in the young Succubus' mind.

"My, my, oh my~ What a wonderful show that was~ a poor little girl, getting 'ganged' by 5 Succubi, oh how pitiful~ Tell this dear sister of yours what you want to do~"

Her eyes glossed, she could not help but unconsciously tell her deepest desires. "I-I want to be the bestest Succubus there can be. I want to beat up everyone who looked down on me. I-I want to beat my sister, who they say is the second coming of the Sex Goddess..."

Her purple eyes twinkling even deeper, the older Succubus gave her answer. "I can't help you, help you achieve it all! But all I need, all I really need, is your name..."

Despite her subconscious struggle, the young Succubus finally relented, declaring her name.

"M-my name is C-Celine A-Amour..."

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"AAAAARRRRGHHHHH!"

"MOOOOOOTTTTTHHHHHEEEERRRR!"

"NOOOOOO!!!"

Watching the trio before her squirm inside her spell, Sexulia couldn't help but grin at her success. Finally, I finally have that upstart of a bitch's little sister in my hands! And not to mention, some fine young men in my collection. Pity about my other toys...

Gazing to her side, an array of men lay squealing in pain as their life force ebbed away from their bodies.

"Why mistress, I thought you loved us...!"

"Damn you to Hell, you sick son of a bitch!"

"It feels good! Too good!"

But what intrigued her the most were the glowing hands of the Human, and the pulsating hammer of the Dwarf.

Hmm, when I've got the time, I need to check out what they are...

"Oh well, it is what it is. Anyways, I've accomplished my mission, along with some bonuses as well. Might as well skedaddle out of here before the Kingdom sends their finest after me..."

Thumping the case, she turns around, her wings spreading wide. Just before she's take off, a gruff voice calls out from behind her:

"Accomplished what exactly...?"