Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 253 : Loyalty, Part Eleven

[Okay, think fast,] Melisa thought, her mind fighting through the alcohol and arousal. [Mission first, pussy later. Just... gotta make an excuse...]

"Actually," she started to say, but Vira's hand had already slipped between her legs, and holy FUCK that felt good.

[No no no, focus! Suspicious nim first, getting fingered by hot stranger second!]

"I need to..." Melisa tried again, but Vira's other hand had found her tit and was doing something absolutely magical with her nipple through her clothes.

[This is ridiculous. I'm a trained mage. I've fought Shadow Mages. I can handle one horny nim girl.]

Then Vira whispered in her ear:

"I want to taste your pussy."

[... Fuck the mission.]

Just as Melisa was about to give in completely, a commotion from the back room caught her attention. The door had opened briefly, and she caught a glimpse of something that made her blood run cold.

Blood. Specifically, human blood.

[Oh shit.]

"Baby?" Vira asked, noticing Melisa's sudden tension. "Everything okay?"

Melisa's arousal vanished like she'd been dunked in ice water. That glimpse had been brief, but she'd definitely seen someone being dragged deeper into the back room, their face bloody and swollen.

[Fuck. FUCK. Need to do something. Need to-]

Vira's hand squeezed between her legs again, and Melisa nearly screamed in frustration.

[WHY does she have to be so good at this? Focus! There's literally someone being beaten to death twenty feet away!]

"Listen," Melisa started, trying to pull away, but Vira just pressed closer, grinding against her with devastating effectiveness.

"You're so tense," Vira purred, her fingers working magic between Melisa's legs. "Let me help you relax..."

[This is torture. This is actual torture. And not even the fun kind anymore.]

"I just..." Melisa gasped as Vira's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. "I need to use the bathroom first!"

Vira pouted but finally pulled back.

"Hurry back," she said, giving Melisa's ass a squeeze. "I'll be waiting upstairs. Room 204."

[Great. Now I just need to save someone from being murdered, then maybe I can get laid. Just another Tuesday, really.]

As Melisa stumbled toward the back of the bar, she could hear more sounds coming from behind that door. None of them were good.

[Alright, you racist fucks. Let's see how tough you are against someone who actually knows how to use magic.]

She reached for the door handle, then paused.

[... Though maybe I should sober up first. Drunk blood magic probably isn't the best idea.]

The sound of someone crying out in pain made the decision for her.

[Fuck it. I've done dumber things while drunker.]

She grabbed the handle and threw the door open, ready for a fight.

Then immediately regretted every life choice that had led her to this moment.

[Oh. Oh WOW. That's... that's a lot of blood. A lot.]

Six pairs of eyes turned to stare at her. None of them looked particularly happy to see her.

"Well," Melisa said, trying to sound more sober than she felt, "this is awkward."

[Think fast, think fast, think- oh fuck they're getting up.]

"Sorry!" Melisa slurred, channeling every drop of drunken nim horniness she could muster. "Looking for somewhere to fuck! Got totally lost!"

The back room stank of copper and fear. Blood splattered the walls in abstract patterns that would've been almost artistic if they weren't so fucking horrifying. The human - or what was left of him - lay crumpled in the corner like a discarded toy.

She stumbled forward, deliberately tripping over her own feet. As she caught herself on a rough wooden table, she got a clear view of the map spread across its surface. A detailed layout of Syux, with several locations circled in angry red ink. Notes scrawled in the margins caught her eye - times, dates, and what looked suspiciously like guard rotation schedules.

[Well that's not suspicious AT ALL. Let's see... warehouse district, noble quarter, and... is that the fucking academy?]

"Get out," one of the nim growled, moving to block her view. He was built like a tank, with scars crossing his face like someone had played tic-tac-toe on his purple skin.

"Totally!" she giggled, backing away. "Super sorry! Just a horny nim looking for privacy! You know how it is when you some dick! Hehe..."

She stumbled back toward the door, making sure to bump into everything possible. Perhaps she was overselling it, but, the word "subtlety" had also vanished from her own mind by this point.

A chair clattered to the floor, and she apologized to it profusely. Behind her, she could hear them arguing in hushed, angry whispers.

"Should we-"

"No, just some drunk slut."

"But she saw-"

"Nothing worth dying over."

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"The boss said no witnesses-"

"She didn't witness shit. Look at her, she can barely stand."

[Oh, you have NO idea what I saw, you murderous fucks. Though they're not wrong about the standing part. Why is the room spinning so much?]

Melisa weaved her way through the crowded bar, her mind racing despite the alcohol trying its best to turn her thoughts to mush. The bass from the speakers thumped through her body, matching her heartbeat.

[Okay, got some intel. Should probably get out of here and report to Aria. Just need to find the exit and- wait, did I actually see guard rotations? That's... that's bad. That's really bad. Like, "holy shit they're planning something big" levels of bad. Focus, Melisa. You need to remember everything. Warehouse was by the... the thing. With the other thing. Fuck, I'm drunk.]

She tried to count the locations she'd seen marked, but the numbers kept dancing away from her. Three? Four? The alcohol was making everything fuzzy around the edges.

[Come on, brain, work with me here. Warehouse district had two marks, noble quarter had... had...]

Her strategic planning came to a screeching halt as a pair of soft tits pressed against her back.

"There you are," Vira purred, her arms snaking around Melisa's waist. "I was getting lonely."

[Oh fuck it's Satan,] Melisa swallowed. [No no no, you need to LEAVE. You have important information! Lives are at stake! Don't let her- oh fuck she's sucking your neck. No fair using nim weaknesses against other nim!]

"I missed you," Vira whispered, her hands roaming freely over Melisa's body. One slipped between her legs, and Melisa bit back a moan. "You got lost on your way to the bathroom?"

"I, uh..." Melisa's brain short-circuited as Vira's fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. "I was just..."

"Shhhh," Vira pressed closer, her breath hot against Melisa's ear. "No more talking. Unless you're screaming my name."

[Say no. Say you have to go. Say ANYTHING except-]

"Lead the way."

[... God DAMMIT horny brain! You had ONE job!]

Vira practically dragged her up a narrow staircase, the wooden steps creaking under their feet. They stopped every few steps because Vira apparently couldn't go more than thirty seconds without shoving her tongue down Melisa's throat.

[This is fine. Everything's fine. Just a quick fuck, then report to Aria. Quick in and out. Wait, no, phrasing. Quick... completion of diplomatic relations? Political insertion? No, that's worse. Fuck, I'm drunk.]

Her back hit the wall, Vira's hand tangled in her hair as they made out like teenagers.

Someone walked past them in the hallway and whistled. Vira just grabbed Melisa's ass and squeezed.

[Focus. Need to focus. Remember the intel. Warehouse district. Noble quarter. Academy. Three marks in the warehouse area, or was it two? Should I write this down? Wait, where would I even write it? Not like I brought pen and paper to a bar. Though maybe I should start. Note to self: bring detective notebook next time you go spy- oh FUCK she's good with her hands.]

They stumbled down a dimly lit hallway, the flickering magical lights casting strange shadows on the walls. Vira's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, like she'd secretly learned some kind of perverted multiplication spell.

"I want you so bad," Vira breathed against her lips. "You know, I've been watching you all night. The way you move... the way you pretend not to know magic..."

[Wait, what?]

But before Melisa could process that very, very concerning statement, Vira had pressed her against a door - presumably room 204 - and was grinding against her like it was her job.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," Vira promised, fumbling with the door handle. "Make you forget your own name..."

[Joke's on you, I'm already using a fake one. Though... wait, what was I calling myself again? Melanie? Melody? Something with Mel...]

The door swung open and they tumbled inside, a tangle of limbs and wandering hands.

Vira kicked it shut behind them, already pulling at Melisa's clothes.

The room was small but cozy, with a large bed and - Melisa noted through her drunken haze - surprisingly nice furniture for a bar's upper room.

It was safe to say the mission was a success... If Melisa didn't forget everything she'd seen by the time she'd finished eating this girl out.

She was absolutely going to risk it, though.