Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 227: Getting Out More
The sun wasn't even fully up when Margaret slipped out of bed, her nightgown sliding off one shoulder to reveal a perfect purple breast before she adjusted it. Time to start her self-appointed duties as the manor's resident mom/maid/chef/eye candy.
Breakfast was, as usual, her domain. Not because anyone asked her to, but because Margaret liked to keep herself busy.
Melistair came down first, as always. His work clothes couldn't hide his muscular build - all those years of construction had been **very** kind to him.
"Morning, handsome," she purred, making sure to bend over just right as she set his plate down.
"You're in a good mood. Good to see it," he said before walking over and casually spanking her ass.
Margaret just grinned.
"Careful. I'll have to punish you for that."
"Don't even joke around about that, alright? I'll be late for work. Again." He said with a smile.
Javir wandered in next, sometime later, her hair still messy from sleep.
She paused in the doorway, eyes running up and down Margaret's back.
"What a wonderful view," she smirked, grabbing her coffee.
After everyone left - Melistair to work, Javir to the academy - Margaret found herself staring at the newspaper without really reading it.
...
...
Yep, she was incredibly bored.
With a resigned sigh, Margaret decided she'd had enough of monotony. For one day, anyway.
"Hazel, get your things," she called out to the little ball of energy in the garden, practicing her spells. "We're visiting your Aunt Kimiko today."
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Margaret strolled up to Kimiko's estate with Hazel in tow, the younger nim basically vibrating with excitement.
The doors swung open before they even had a chance to knock, revealing Kimiko in all her glory.
"Well, well," Kimiko purred, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned against the doorway, her silken robe doing little to hide her curves. "If it isn't my favorite sister. And my darling little Hazel."
"Aunt Kimi!" Hazel squealed, launching herself forward like a cannonball.
Kimiko caught her effortlessly, laughing as she spun Hazel around.
"Goodness! You've grown so much! With how short Melisa is, you may just be taller than her in about a year or so."
"Don't let Melisa hear you saying that," Margaret muttered, smiling.
Hazel then spotted Isabella in the background and sprinted toward her.
Margaret smiled fondly at the scene, but her attention quickly shifted as Kimiko stepped closer. The older kitsune's gaze swept over Margaret, lingering just long enough to make her cheeks warm. Kimiko's lips quirked into a knowing smirk.
"Well, you're basically glowing, Margaret. Melistair keeping you well-occupied, I hope?"
Margaret rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched.
"More than you can imagine. I take it my Melisa has been doing the same for you?"
Kimiko's laugh was low and sultry.
"Oh, she's doing more than that, darling. That sweet little tongue of hers is practically a divine gift."
Margaret rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, Kimiko put her hand out.
"So, shall we?"
Margaret raised an eyebrow.
"Shall we what?"
Kimiko didn't answer with words.
Instead, she hooked an arm around Margaret's waist and pulled her close, their lips meeting. Margaret's breath hitched.
When Kimiko finally pulled away, Margaret's cheeks were flushed, her composure slightly shaken.
"You're insatiable," Margaret muttered, though there was no heat in her tone.
"And you aren't?" Kimiko quipped, her fluffy, pink tail brushing against Margaret's thigh as she led her toward the drawing room. "Come, let's catch up properly."
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The drawing room was as decadent as the rest of the estate, with plush cushions and intricate woodwork that spoke of wealth and indulgence.
Margaret settled into a chair, her posture relaxed despite the tension lingering in the air. Kimiko poured two glasses of wine, handing one to her sister before lounging gracefully across from her.
"So," Kimiko began, swirling her glass. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Not that I'm complaining… I've been meaning to drag you out of that manor for weeks."
Margaret sighed, taking a sip of her wine.
"You can thank Melisa. She's been nagging me to be more social."
Kimiko's grin turned wicked.
"Smart girl. Though I suppose you've taught her well. Especially about… social engagements."
Margaret's cheeks darkened, but she didn't rise to the bait.
"I've been feeling… restless," she admitted after a moment. "The same routine every day. Don't get me wrong, I adore my family, but it's… not enough."
Kimiko's gaze softened, though her playful edge remained.
"Ah, well... Sounds like you need to hang out with me more often."
Margaret snorted.
"You mean attend your orgies."
"Oh, don't act so scandalized. Sister dear," Kimiko shifted in her seat, getting closer. "I've known you since we were kids. You used to be the wild one, remember? All those travelers we seduced together?"
Heat crept up Margaret's cheeks at the memories.
"That was before I had Melisa."
"And now Melisa is grown and causing her own scandals." Kimiko leaned closer, her voice dropping to a purr. "Time for Mama to have some fun again, don't you think? Or, are you going to wait till you can push Hazel out of the house too?"
Margaret's silence spoke volumes. Kimiko's smile widened.
"What did you have in mind?" She finally caved.
Margaret could almost see Kimiko's dick hardening underneath her dress.
"Well, I'm hosting another tea party next week. Very exclusive. Very... intimate."
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Margaret raised an eyebrow.
"The kind where tea isn't the only thing being served?"
"Naturally. Though maybe leave little Hazel at home for this one."
They both glanced at the garden where Hazel had somehow managed to set Isabella's tail on fire.
"Definitely leaving her home," Margaret agreed. "Though... it has been a while. I might be rusty."
Kimiko's laugh was rich and warm.
"Trust me, sister, some skills never fade. Besides," her hand found Margaret's thigh, "we could always practice beforehand. For old times' sake."
[Well,] Margaret thought as she let her sister pull her closer, her hand gravitating toward Kimiko's futacock the way it had so many times over the years. [Melisa did say I should be more social.]
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{Jaylin}
Jaylin wiped sweat from her brow, her practice wand moving through another set of forms. The setting sun painted the training yard in amber light, making her auburn hair glow like fire.
[Just one more set, then I can-]
"Jayliiiiin~"
Her wand nearly slipped from her fingers at that familiar voice. Margaret stumbled into the yard, Hazel bouncing alongside her. The older nim's face was flushed, and she carried several bottles that definitely weren't water.
[Oh gods, she's drunk. And her dress is- NO, don't look at her dress!]
"Teacher!" Hazel launched herself forward for a hug. "Mom took me to see Aunt Kimi today!"
"That's... nice," Jaylin managed, trying not to stare at how Margaret's dress had slipped dangerously low. "I was just finishing up-"
"Nonsense!" Margaret dropped onto a nearby bench, patting the space beside her. "Come sit with us! Have a drink!"
"I don't think that's-"
But Hazel was already pulling her over, and Margaret's purple skin looked so warm in the dying light, and her breasts were practically spilling out of her-
[Focus!]
"Your... um..." Jaylin gestured vaguely at Margaret's chest, her face burning.
"Mm? Oh!" Margaret looked down at her exposed nipple-yep, it had become fully exposed. "How embarrassing~"
She made no move to fix it.
Sighing, Jaylin reached over to adjust the dress herself. Her fingers brushed against soft purple skin, making her breath catch.
"There," she muttered, quickly sitting down.
Margaret's laugh was rich and warm as she threw an arm around Jaylin's shoulders.
"Such a serious teacher! You remind me so much of your aunt."
"I'm nothing like Aunt Javir!"
"Mom's really pretty, isn't she?" Hazel piped up innocently. "Aunt Kimi thinks so too. They were kissin' aaall day!"
Jaylin choked on air.
"Hazel, dear," Margaret smiled, "why don't you show me that new spell you learned?"
As Hazel bounced away to practice, Margaret's arm tightened around Jaylin's shoulders.
"Sorry if we're interrupting your training," she purred, her breath warm against Jaylin's ear. "You just looked so lovely out here, all sweaty and focused..."
"I- that's- you're drunk!"
"Mhm. Doesn't make it less true though."
"..." Jaylin turned away.
They sat in companionable silence, watching Hazel practice. Margaret's thumb traced small circles on Jaylin's shoulder, each touch sending shivers down her spine.
"You're a good teacher," Margaret said softly. "Thank you for being patient with her."
"It's... nothing special. Just doing my job."
But her heart fluttered at the praise.
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The next morning, nursing a slight headache, Jaylin grabbed the paper before heading to the academy.
The headline made her stomach clench:
"NIM ATTACKS CONTINUE - NOBLE DISTRICT IN PANIC"
[Of course,] she thought automatically. But the usual anger didn't come.
Instead, she remembered Margaret's warm smile, Hazel's innocent joy at mastering a spell, Melisa's determination to improve her skills...
[Maybe... maybe things aren't as simple as I thought.]
She set the paper aside, her thoughts drifting to purple skin and gentle teasing and the way Margaret's laugh made her feel like she was flying.
[UGH, I'm in so much trouble.]
