Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 252 : Loyalty, Part Ten

The bar was getting louder by the minute. More nim poured in, the music picked up, and the magical showing off got increasingly more dramatic and sloppy.

[Can't just sit here looking suspicious,] Melisa thought, eyeing the shot glass in front of her. [I'm alone. I can't really pretend I just ran into this place, since it's so tucked away. Realistically, the most likely reason I'm here is because people told me about this place and, well, I'm here to check it out. I can pretend to be shy, but... well, that would only buy me a little time.]

She nodded to herself.

[Time to blend in.]

She knocked back the shot, immediately regretting it.

[Oh, Christ. Holy SHIT what is this? Distilled dragon piss?]

"Another!" someone shouted, sliding up next to her. A cute nim girl with curves that reminded Melisa of Isabella's. "Come on, you look like you need it!"

"Hehe... I guess I could..."

[Is this what being on a spy mission feels like? My heart's beating kinda fast.]

Three shots later, the bar had transformed into a proper party.

Nim were dancing, showing off magic, and generally being exactly as rowdy as you'd expect from a bunch of newly empowered magical beings with too much alcohol in their system who already had a penchant for *having fun*.

[At least the drinks are making the amateur hour magic show more entertaining.]

A particularly enthusiastic nim tried to create a light show and ended up making his horns glow instead. His friends howled with laughter.

"Nice tits!" someone called out to Melisa. Or, well, Melisa thought it was said to her. She couldn't really tell.

[Thanks. You should see my Mom's,] she smirked. [Naturally... I'm gonna have to participate in stuff. Us nim aren't exactly known for just sitting around when a party's going on. Play your part, Melisa.]

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The music got louder, more nim crowded in, and Melisa found herself gradually moving toward the back of the bar.

It was time to start the actual recon.

[... Though I should probably wait for the room to stop spinning first.]

She watched as another group came in, these ones looking a bit more serious than the party crowd. They headed straight for a corner table, not bothering with the magical dick-measuring contest happening by the bar.

[Oh? What do we have here?]

The serious-looking nim settled into their corner, heads bent together in conversation. Melisa wanted to get close and eavesdrop but even now, buzzed, she knew she couldn't do that.

[Okay, think. What would a normal nim do right now? I can't just stare at them. Though... they do look suspicious as fuck.]

"Dance with me!"

"Eh?'

A curvy nim grabbed Melisa's arm.

As their eyes met, Melisa's heart almost stopped.

God, she was pretty. Her eyes were a bright shade of green, brighter than Javir's. Her skin was a deeper shade of purple than Melisa herself, more like Margaret's, and her hair was like flowing crimson. Plus, she had a heart-shaped tail that kept brushing against Melisa's leg.

"Come on, you're way too pretty to just sit here!"

"I'm not sure I should-"

"You've been sitting here all alone," the girl pouted, pressing closer. "Enjoy yourself, baby."

I'm Vira, by the way. And you are...?"

[Shit. Name. Need a name. Something close enough to mine that I'll remember to answer to it.]

"Mel-" she caught herself. "Melanie."

"Melanie?" Vira's eyes sparkled. "That's cute... Like you!"

[... That wasn't really subtle on her part, huh.] She shook her head. [No, focus. You're here to investigate, not get laid. Even if she does have really nice- NO. Focus!]

"Pleeeease dance with me?" Vira pressed even closer, and suddenly Melisa was very aware of how much this stranger's body reminded her of Isabella's. Right down to the way her breasts pushed against Melisa's arm.

[Focus. FOCUS. You're here to spy, not to... oh fuck it.]

"One dance," Melisa agreed, letting herself be pulled into the crowd.

[Besides, this is good cover. Really good cover. Totally why I'm doing this. Not at all because she's hot.]

The music thumped, bodies pressed together, and magic crackled through the air as more nim showed off their newfound powers. Melisa let herself move with the crowd, gradually working her way closer to that corner table.

[Though seriously, how strong were those shots? The room's definitely spinning more than it should.]

"So what brings you here?" Vira asked, her hands on Melisa's hips. "First time?"

"That obvious, huh?"

"A little. You've got that 'new to the scene' look." Vira grinned. "But don't worry, we'll fix that. Watch this!"

She raised her hand, creating a small shower of sparkles above them. Probably some variation of Light Magic.

[Amateur hour continues. Though I guess it's kind of cute how excited they all are.]

"Hey, new girl!" someone called out. "Show us what you can do!"

[Shit. Right. They'll expect me to participate eventually.]

"Oh, I... I'm not very good..." she tried.

"Don't be shy!" Vira encouraged. "Everyone starts somewhere. Look, even Tel over there can barely light a candle!"

"Hey!" protested a nim whose horns were still glowing from his earlier attempt.

"Come on!" more voices joined in. "Everyone's doing it!"

[Great. Peer pressure. Just like Earth, except with more potential for explosions. Though... maybe I can use this.]

She'd have to do something. Something flashy enough to satisfy them, but simple enough that it wouldn't blow her cover. Meanwhile, she could feel the serious nim in the corner watching. One of them had definitely noticed her.

[Time to channel my inner amateur. Just... gotta make it believable. What would a nim who just discovered magic do?]

"Well..." Melisa pretended to hesitate. "I guess I could try..."

So, she cast a basic illumination spell that lit up the entire dance floor. The others looked stunned.

[Shit. Was that too much?] Melisa wondered but, soon, they went right back to their drunken fun. [Oh, okay. I should still be fine.]

She wasn't fine. But, for an entirely different reason.

Melisa watched as Vira's hand slid up her thigh and, instantly, her mind started waging a losing battle between professional duty and primal nim urges.

[Focus. You're here for intel, not to get laid. Even if her tits are RIGHT there... Fuck, they're basically identical to Isabella's too... all perky and... FUCK!]

"So," Melisa said, clearing her throat and trying to ignore how Vira's fingers were drawing tiny circles on her inner thigh, "you must come here often?"

"Mmhmm," Vira purred, pressing her chest against Melisa's arm in a way that had to be deliberate. "I love watching all the new nim discovering their magic. Makes me wet just thinking about it."

Melisa blinked. Multiple times.

[Subtlety is not a word she knows. Wow.]

The heat of Vira's body and the alcohol in Melisa's system were making it increasingly difficult to remember why she shouldn't just bend this girl over the nearest table.

[Jesus Christ, she's exactly my type. Does the universe WANT me to fuck up this mission? Because this is how you fuck up a mission.]

"Must see some interesting things happen here," Melisa pressed, fighting to keep her voice steady as Vira's wandering fingers crept higher. She could feel her own pussy getting wetter by the second, which was NOT helping her concentration.

"Oh yeah, all kinds of fun stuff happens here," Vira grinned, her breath hot against Melisa's ear. "Especially in the back rooms. That's where the real magic happens, if you know what I mean."

Melisa's ears perked up, even as another part of her anatomy was perking up for entirely different reasons.

[Back rooms? Now we're getting somewhere. Focus on that, not on how good she smells. Or how soft her tits are. Or how much you want to...]

"Really?" she asked, trying to sound casual while subtly scanning the bar. "What kind of-"

Her question cut off in a sharp gasp as Vira's lips found her neck, teeth grazing sensitive purple skin.

[Ohhhhh fuck. No, wait, focus! You're supposed to be... supposed to be... oh FUCK that feels good. Isabella's going to be so jealous when I tell her about this.]

Through the haze of alcohol and arousal, Melisa spotted movement near the corner table. Two of the serious-looking nim were getting up, heading toward a door she hadn't noticed before. Even in her current state, something about their body language screamed 'up to no good.'

[That's probably important,] she thought hazily, her hand automatically coming up to tangle in Vira's hair. [I should... should definitely... follow...]

Then Vira's tongue slipped into her mouth and coherent thought became significantly more challenging. She tasted like sweet wine and possibility, her eager tongue exploring Melisa's mouth like she was trying to map every inch of it.

And, for a moment, all thoughts of spy shit left Melisa's skull.

She pulled Vira closer, one hand sliding down to grab that perfect ass while their tongues swept against each other. She tasted way too good. As Vira wrapped her arms around Melisa's shoulders, Melisa squeezed her ass greedily.

Briefly, some sense returned to her mind.

[... Multi-tasking. I'm basically a super spy right now. Yeah. All according to plan.]

Their kiss ended with a lewd pop, a single strand of saliva still hanging between them. Melisa's hands still hadn't left the woman's butt.

"You know," Vira whispered between kisses, "I've got a room upstairs..."

[Oh for fuck's sake. Really? NOW?]

The suspicious nim disappeared through the door, and Melisa knew she had to make a choice. Follow her suspects, or follow the hot girl who was currently nibbling on her ear.

[... Fuck my life.]