Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 225: Times Are Changing

Margaret stepped into Javir's garden, the afternoon sun warming her purple skin. Jaylin was already there, arms crossed, trying her best to look serious and teacherly.

[Oh my, someone's eager today~]

"My, my, here early again?" Margaret smiled, adjusting her dress. The movement made her massive breasts bounce slightly, and she didn't miss how Jaylin's eyes followed the motion before quickly looking away.

"I-I'm not early! You're late!" Jaylin huffed, her cheeks already pink. "Can we just start the lesson?"

"Of course, professor~" Margaret purred, enjoying how Jaylin's blush deepened. "What are we learning today?"

"... Basic shield spells. Light Magic," Jaylin muttered, pulling out her teaching notes. "Though I don't know why I bother. You're worse than your daughter when it comes to focusing."

"Oh? From my point of view, you're the one who.... ehm, often gets distracted," Margaret stretched, raising her arms and yawning, making her dress fight for its life.

"SHIELD. SPELLS!" Jaylin practically shouted, her face now matching her auburn hair. "The incantation is 'Aegis, protega, vim! Here's the spellsign. Go!'"

Margaret nodded, took the sheet of paper, and took her wand up in the air.

Yes, her wand. Isabella's wand company, or whatever her operation was, was doing incredibly well, and as such, it meant basically everyone she knew got a free wand.

[Say what you will about that girl, but she sure is generous.]

Margaret repeated the words, drawing the spellsign in the air. A shimmer of magic appeared... then promptly fizzled out.

"Oh, a misfire?" Margaret tilted her head.

"Yes, your hand motion is all wrong," Jaylin stepped closer, then hesitated. "You need to... um..."

"Could you perhaps show me?" Margaret offered innocently, smiling a little.

Jaylin made a strangled noise but moved behind Margaret. Her hands shook slightly as she guided Margaret's arms through the proper motion.

[Goodness, she is soooo cute when she's flustered~]

And, well, naturally that just made Margaret want to fluster her more.

"Like... this," Jaylin demonstrated, her breath warm against Margaret's neck.

"Mmm, I see. Your hands are very... instructive."

"They're just hands!" Jaylin jumped back like she'd been burned. "Try it again!"

Margaret did, this time producing a proper shield.

"Oh my, I did it! Do I get a reward?"

"What kind of lesson do you think this is!?"

"So, that's a 'no' then?"

They continued practicing, Margaret deliberately making small mistakes that required Jaylin's hands-on correction.

By the time they finished, the poor girl looked ready to explode.

"Would you like some tea?" Margaret asked, gesturing to the garden table. "You seem... tense."

"I'm not tense!"

But Jaylin sat anyway, though she made sure to leave plenty of space between them.

Margaret poured the tea, letting her robe fall open just enough to show a hint of cleavage.

"You know," she mused, "you remind me so much of your aunt when we first met. Always so serious, trying so hard to maintain that proper teacher facade..."

"I do not!" Jaylin protested. "And I'm not trying to- I mean, I AM a proper teacher!"

"Of course you are, dear."

The garden gate opened, and Melistair stepped in, still dusty from work. Jaylin practically leaped from her chair.

"I should go!" she squeaked, hurrying past him. "Same time tomorrow!"

Margaret watched her flee with amusement.

[Running away again, huh?]

"Torturing the poor girl again?" Melistair asked, taking Jaylin's abandoned seat.

"Me? Never." Margaret batted her eyes innocently. "I'm just being friendly."

"Mhm." He accepted the cup of tea she offered. "Your 'friendly' is most people's 'shameless flirting.'"

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"Speaking of shameless," Margaret slid closer, "how was work, dear?"

Melistair sighed, but smiled as she curled against him.

"Different. Good different, mostly. Having nim working openly in the city, being sneered at a lot less than usual... it's strange but nice." His expression darkened slightly. "Though these attacks have people on edge. Some are already talking about how nim can't be trusted with freedom."

"That so, huh?" Margaret sighed before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Oh well, long as we lay low, we should be fine," Margaret said confidently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Our daughter's so strong, after all. Even if all this negative attention ends up making its way to our doorstep."

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{Melisa}

"And then she bought SEVEN wands!" Isabella bounced excitedly in Melisa's lap. "Seven! Can you believe it?"

They were early to class, as usual. Isabella treated Melisa's lap like her personal hangout spot, again, as usual.

"That's great, Bella," Melisa replied, trying to ignore how each bounce pressed Isabella's ass against her increasingly interested parts. "Sounds like business is booming."

"Mmhm! Mom's so happy. Though speaking of Mom..." Isabella turned to face her with a wicked grin. "You should come by later. She needs another... charging session~"

"Already? Didn't I just-"

"That was three days ago! How do you expect her to function?"

Melisa rolled her eyes, smiling.

[Well, I'm not complaining."

More students began filtering into the classroom. Melisa caught snippets of their conversations as they passed:

"...saw a nim casting fire spells in the market..."

"...heard there's a whole group of them practicing in secret..."

[Well, that didn't take long,] Melisa thought. Lately, rumors had spread of other nim in Syux using magic, even though Melisa hadn't quite yet vocalized her secrets.

[Guess other nim are figuring it out too. And, without the Shadow Mages to suppress them... Yep, nim mages are about to become a common thing.]

"You're thinking too hard," Isabella complained, grinding subtly in Melisa's lap. "Your face gets all scrunchy when you worry."

"Just hoping this doesn't cause trouble," Melisa murmured, her hands settling on Isabella's hips to still her movements. "Things are finally improving for nim. If people start panicking about us using magic..."

"Please, after everything you've done? Nobody's going to-"

"Good morning, degenerates," Armia interrupted, walking to her seat beside them. She was trying for her 'proper noble lady' voice, but her smile ruined the effect.

"Morning!" Isabella chirped. "Want to hear how many wands we sold yesterday?"

"A lot?"

"A lot!"

"Wonderful, fox. I'm very happy for you."

"Oh yeah?" Isabella narrowed her eyes, grinning. "Care to show me how happy later?"

Armia froze, halfway through to getting in her seat.

"Isabella, I haven't even sat down and you already offered to f..."

She'd been about to say "fuck" but it seemed like her inner noblewoman kicked in and she remembered where she was.

Isabella didn't care, though.

"Fuck, yes. What do you say?"

From her spot in the back corner, Raven let out a quiet snort.

[When did she even get here? I swear she just appears sometimes.]

"I'll pass," Armia said, but something about her tone made Melisa doubt that.

"Anyway," Isabella continued, "three noble houses bought full sets, and then this cute darian girl came in and Mom gave her a... personal demonstration."

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Melisa laughed.

"Hey, Mom's just being thorough with customer service!"

More whispers drifted over from nearby students:

"...heard they're teaching other nim how to do it..."

"...might be connected to those attacks..."

Melisa's good mood dimmed slightly. She'd known this would happen eventually - other nim discovering what she had about Essence transfer. She just hoped they'd be careful with it.

[Last thing we need is people panicking about nim using magic AND those attacks.]

"Stop worrying," Isabella turned to face her fully, which really didn't help with the whole 'staying focused' thing. "Everything's fine! We're making money, people love our products, and Mom gets regular doses of your magic juice. Win-win!"

"'Magic juice'?" Armia looked pained. "Must you be so crude?"

"Would you prefer 'mystical nim cum'?"

"I preferred ten seconds ago when I wasn't here, with you."

"Rude! Mel, Armia's being mean to me! Correct her."

"Please, dearest lovers of mine, please," Melisa grinned, putting on a posh voice. "Do not fight amongst thyselves."

Isabella stuck her tongue out at Armia and Armia rolled her eyes.

All the while, Melisa kept thinking about those whispers.

[Just whispers for now, but when resentment gets to simmer like that, it always spirals out of control. Pretty much everything that's ever happened back on Earth is a testament to that.] Melisa sighed. [I just hope I can do something about it, if it gets to be too much. Maybe not, though. Oh well.]