Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 250 : Loyalty, Part Eight

"Holy shit."

Melisa stared at her reflection. She looked... She looked...

"Oh, you look like Margaret," Melistair pointed out.

He was right. Isabella had turned Melisa's hair a dark shade of grey, and even went as far as to put some color on her horns. Aside from all the skincare she'd just received, that alone was enough to make Melisa look just like Mom.

[Well, except for one obvious difference.]

She glanced down at her chest, then back at the mirror.

[Still... Damn. At the rate my boobs are getting bigger, there's a real chance I end up looking like Mom's sister or something.]

"Stop pouting at your boobs and tell me what you think," Isabella grinned, putting the finishing touches on Melisa's hair.

"It's... perfect, actually." Melisa turned her head, examining the work from different angles. "I look just like her. You know, minus the-"

"The absolutely massive tits, yeah."

"Isabella!"

"What? It's not like I haven't seen your mom's boobs. I've spent lots of time admiring them, actually."

[Please stop reminding me.]

The bathroom door opened and Melistair stepped in. Melisa almost didn't recognize him. His usual short-cropped hair was now shoulder-length and dark blue, and he'd shaved his usual stubble completely clean. The Yalmir robes Kimiko had lent him completed the transformation.

"Well?" He spread his arms. "How do I look?"

"Like a completely different person," Melisa admitted. "Though the robes might be a bit much."

"Nonsense!" Kimiko called from outside. "Those are perfect bar-hopping clothes in Yalmir!"

"We're not actually going in," Melisa reminded her. "Just... scoping it out."

[For now, anyway.]

"Ready?" Melistair asked, adjusting his sleeves.

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Melisa took one last look in the mirror. A stranger stared back. Or, well, enough of a stranger to where even if the people at the bar saw her from afar, they'd likely not make a big deal of it.

"Ready!"

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Melistair and Melisa walked through the streets, their disguises holding up well against the curious glances of passersby. The evening air was thick with the scent of street food and cheap beer.

[... Not the nicest part of town, huh?] Melisa thought. [Come to think of it, maybe I've been hanging out so much in the rich part of Syux I haven't really gotten the best look at what the rest of it is like.]

"Remember," Melistair whispered, "if anyone asks-"

"We're nim traders from Yalmir having a look at the city," Melisa finished. "I know, Dad."

Despite the seriousness of their mission, Melisa couldn't help but feel excited. Here she was, sneaking around in a disguise with her dad, about to spy on some potentially dangerous nim. It was like something out of a spy novel.

[Though I doubt those spies had to deal with their tits almost falling out of their disguises,] Melisa thought, adjusting her top for the third time. [They really are getting bigger, huh?]

"You seem cheerful," Melistair noted, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you have to admit, this is kind of fun. You know, minus the whole 'they tried to kill our family' thing."

"Melisa..."

"What? I'm just saying, when was the last time we did anything together? Usually you're too busy working, or I'm too busy getting my brains fucked out by-" She stopped. "Um. Studying. Too busy studying."

Melistair sighed and Melisa could almost see his soul leaving his body.

They turned down a narrow alley, and there it was. The bar wasn't much to look at. Just a squat, weathered building wedged between two larger structures like it was trying to hide, with one black door at the front.

[This is it? THIS is where all the big bad nim hang out?]

"Don't let appearances fool you," Melistair said, as if reading her thoughts. "See those windows? They're enchanted. Can't see inside, but they can see outside."

[... Isn't that just a one-way mirror?]

Still, Melisa whistled softly.

"Nice security."

"Gets better," Melistair pointed to some crates piled up near the back. "Those aren't just for show. Secret exit. And there's another one through that tavern next door. Pretty sure the owner has no clue, too."

[Well shit, they've really thought this through.]

They found a spot across the street, pretending to browse a merchant's wares while watching the bar. Every few minutes, someone would slip inside. All of which were, of course, nim.

"Most of the action happens around midnight," Melistair said, picking up a vase so ugly it could probably qualify as a weapon. "That's when I saw the..." He trailed off.

The attack. Right.

[Alright, so midnight, when all the drinks are in and when the atmosphere is just right, is when shit goes down. Got it.]

"Pretty impressive setup they've got here," Melisa muttered, watching another nim slip inside. "Hidden exits, magic windows... who's paying for all this?"

"Someone with deep pockets and a grudge." Melistair set the vase down, much to the merchant's visible relief. "Had enough?"

Melisa took one last look at the bar. It looked so innocent from here, just another seedy dive where people went to forget their problems. But now she knew better.

[Oh, I'll be back. And next time?] Her fingers tingled with barely contained magic. [It won't be just to window shop.]

"Yeah," she said aloud. "Let's go home before Isabella decides to follow through on that boob enhancement for you."

The look of pure horror on her father's face almost made the whole trip worth it.

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The walk home was uneventful, though Melisa did catch a few nim giving her second glances.

[Either my disguise is slipping or they're checking out my tits,] she thought, adjusting her top again. [Though with Mom's genes, I should probably get used to that.]

They found Margaret in the living room with Kimiko and Isabella. The three of them were sharing what looked like very expensive wine, and judging by the empty bottles, they'd been at it for a while.

"Welcome back!" Kimiko called out. "How was the spy mission?"

"Successful," Melisa replied, trying not to stare too much at something. "The place is perfect. Good cover, multiple exits..."

"And you're going tonight, aren't you?" Margaret asked, not even pretending it was a question. Her breasts swayed as she took another sip of wine.

"... Maybe."

"Definitely," Isabella corrected, grinning. "I can tell by that look in your eyes. Same one you get right before you're about to-"

"ANYWAY," Melistair cut in quickly. "Yes, she's probably going. And no, I can't talk her out of it."

"Of course not," Margaret sighed. "She gets that stubbornness from you, you know."

"Pretty sure she gets other things from you," Kimiko winked, eyeing Melisa's chest. "Speaking of which, want some wine before you go get yourself killed?"

[You know what? Fuck it.]

"Pour me a glass," Melisa said, plopping down between Isabella and her mom. "I've got a few hours to kill before midnight anyway."

"To spying on angry nim!" Melisa raised her glass.

"To not dying!" Margaret added.

"To bigger tits!" Isabella cheered.

Melistair just sighed and poured himself his own drink. His, naturally, was larger than anyone else's.