Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 262: Loyalty, Part Twenty

[... Honestly, it's a bit hard to walk when you just got fucked that hard,] Melisa thought as she made her way through Syux's evening streets.

Her pussy was still throbbing from Isabella's charm-enhanced rampage. Not that she regretted it. 10 out of 10 experience, incredible event in Melisa's life, all-time, to be sure, but still.

[Though I guess getting railed into next week by kitsune cock is good practice for being a spy-slash-assassin. Really covering all the career bases here.]

The bar wasn't far now. Just another few blocks of pretending her legs weren't jelly and she'd be there.

[Okay, focus. Mission time. What did Raven say? Learn their patterns, find their weak spots...]

She went over the plan in her head.

Get close to Vira again, use her to learn more about the organization. Figure out who's really in charge. Then start making people disappear, one by one.

Starting with...

[Whoever came up with that plan to burn Javir's house down,] Melisa's eyes narrowed at nothing in particular as she walked down the street. [Those motherfuckers are going down.]

Aria's words also echoed in her mind:

"No evidence. No martyrs. Just problems that quietly... resolve themselves."

[Right. I'm basically magical pest control. Except instead of rats, I'm dealing with terrorists. Who I might have to fuck first, one girl's case. While also pretending to be interested in their cause. While ALSO trying not to get caught by either side.]

She paused outside the bar, checking her reflection in a window. Isabella's makeup job was perfect yet again. She looked exactly like she had last time. Just another horny nim looking for a good time.

[Well,] she thought as she pushed open the door, [at least I won't have to fake THAT part.]

The bar was different in the morning light. No drunken nim showing off amateur magic, no impromptu orgies in the corners - just the harsh reality of a dive bar trying its best to look presentable in daylight.

The air still smelled like sex and cheap booze, with undertones of something burning. Probably someone's failed attempt at fire magic.

[Though I bet those stains on the floor are from last night's "entertainment",] Melisa thought, noting several suspicious dark patches. [What a place, huh?]

Her eyes caught movement at the far end.

There she was. Vira and her scarred-up brother were deep in conversation. From the way Vira's hands were moving, it wasn't a happy one.

[Perfect. Family drama. With any luck, it'll spiral out of control to the point that Vira won't even bother investigating what happened to her brother... I mean, probably not, but a girl can dream, eh?]

Melisa chose a spot at the opposite end of the bar, positioning herself where she could watch their reflection in the grimy mirror behind the liquor bottles.

... She was still sensitive, though. Her pussy twinged as she sat, reminding her of Isabella's thorough "charm testing." She had to actually stop herself from letting out a little hiss.

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A nim server approached, her uniform cut low enough to show off impressive cleavage. Clearly, this place knew its clientele; horny nim who'd fuck at the drop of a hat. Even in the daytime!

"What can I get you, honey?" she asked with a surprisingly deep voice, leaning forward just enough to give Melisa an excellent view. The position made her nipples visible through the thin fabric.

[God...] Melisa swallowed. [No, no, stop it. You're here to investigate terrorists, not stare at tits. Even if they are really nice. Though maybe I should look anyway, for cover purposes...]

"Whatever won't kill me," Melisa replied with a grin. "Had enough dragon piss or whatever last night to last a lifetime. Pretty sure my liver's still filing complaints."

The server laughed, her tits bouncing in a way that had to be intentional.

"Smart girl. One 'safe for morning' special coming up. Though you should've seen what happened after you left last night. Some couple actually broke a table."

[Well that explains the splinters by the back door. But also... She remembers me?]

As the server walked away, absolutely putting some extra swing in her steps, Melisa caught snippets of the siblings' conversation in the mirror.

"- can't just wait forever -"

"- not ready yet -"

"- running out of time -"

"- need more recruits -"

[Well that sounds ominous.] She sighed. [Someone in this place, I don't know who, but someone had something to do with Javir's house getting burnt up. I need to find out who it was. Doubt they're gonna mention that, but, if possible, I would like some answers to that question before I do anything else.]

"This isn't a fucking game anymore," Koros growled, loud enough for Melisa to hear clearly now.

"And I'm not your fucking soldier," Vira shot back. "Go play general with your little fanclub. I'm done."

"You can't just-"

"Watch me." Vira stood up, her tits bouncing angrily. "And stop talking to me about this shit. Next time you bring it up, I'll rip your fucking balls off."

[Damn,] Melisa thought as she watched Koros storm out. [Family drama AND death threats. Wow.]

Vira stayed at her spot, knocking back what was left of her drink. Her hands were shaking slightly. Clearly, she was in some sort of a mood after that.

The server returned with what looked like fruit juice mixed with... something definitely alcoholic.

"Safe for morning," she winked. "Mostly."

[Geez.]

Melisa watched in the mirror as Vira ordered another drink, then proceeded to murder it just as thoroughly as the first. The way her lips wrapped around the glass was unfortunately very distracting.

After a few minutes, Vira's shoulders finally relaxed.

And, she caught Melisa's reflection looking back at her.

[Ah, shit.]

But, a slow smile spread across her face.

She seemed to hesitate for just a moment before making her mind up and standing. As Vira walked over to where Melisa sat, Melisa knocked back a bit of her own drink.

"Hey stranger," Vira purred. "Fancy seeing you here again."

[Oh fuck,] Melisa thought as Vira slid onto the stool next to her.

The other nim was wearing a top that looked more like a suggestion of clothing rather than actual clothing.

[Well...] Melisa inhaled slowly. [I guess it's showtime.]