No Time for a Succubus to Mourn
There wasn't even a moment for the succubus to grieve before it came crashing in...
In movies or novels, one scene would fade and the next would follow right away. They only showed what was necessary, and even that in the bare minimum. You could fast-forward to see just what you wanted, after all. Reality was nothing like that.
You couldn't just see what you wanted. Things didn't jump straight to the next event once something ended. Even if I was sobbing from the misery of being raped.
My time didn't stop there. Cursed with this demonic body in this insane world, nothing like what happens to characters in movies or novels happened to me. I couldn't just keep crying forever. I wished I'd cry until I collapsed from exhaustion, but that didn't happen. The tears dried up soon enough, and the sobs stopped.
Every ounce of strength had drained from my body, but my mind was painfully clear. What now? What the hell am I supposed to do? With this body, in a place with a hero like her. How am I supposed to...
It was hopeless. My chest felt heavy, both physically and emotionally. That's when the hero walked in.
"Hic...!"
I covered my breasts with both arms. At least my lower half was hidden under the blanket. The hero said nothing, just shuffled over and lit the lantern. The tent brightened considerably.
She flung open the wardrobe, rummaging through it while glancing my way. I avoided her gaze. Part of me wanted to pull the blanket over my head entirely, but that felt too obvious. More than that, my body just wouldn't move. Not because I was weak or hungry. Because I was scared. Terrified.
This was the hero who'd raped me senseless last night. And now we were in the same space again. My hands stayed still, but my legs trembled.
"Enough lounging about. Come hither."
My limbs wouldn't budge at first. Worried I'd get in trouble for delaying, I flailed awkwardly and finally slid off the bed. My feet hit the floor, but I deliberately stood far from her. I kept my arms over my chest.
Fat lot of good it would do—the hero could close the distance in an instant if she wanted. There was nowhere to run. No way to run.
"Put this on."
The hero handed me some clothes. Just a top. I took it, but my hands hesitated.
"I was rough with thee last night, aye, and ruined thy garb besides. 'Twas Aisoll's originally, but at least thou shalt have something to wear..."
These were the hero's words. She towered over me—my head barely reached her shoulder. To look at her face, I'd have to crane my neck. I didn't. I just fiddled with the clothes instead.
Brown fabric. Softer than what I'd worn before. Definitely better than the crumpled mess I'd used as underwear yesterday after she crammed me into it.
"For thy lower half... well, thine was so... utterly destroyed that I fear thou must borrow a skirt. I have none myself, so naught to be done for now."
Not exactly welcome news. My breasts were huge and impossible to ignore—they hadn't existed before, after all. My ass wasn't much better. Sitting felt different. Walking made my flesh jiggle.
"Even among women, 'tis embarrassing to see thee so exposed."
I didn't point out all the worse things she'd done. Didn't question if she was really a woman. The hero turned her head away entirely.
I clutched the top in both hands, still hesitating. I couldn't accept kindness from the hero who'd sexually assaulted me like that... It wasn't some grand statement of defiance. I knew better. The assault, the rape—it was all my own bullshit framing. I clung to those words because I didn't want to admit the truth. That I'd wanted it. Enjoyed it. Egged her on.
Standing near her now, my body felt less fear and more... a quickening heartbeat. Last night's memories were hazy, drunken blanks, but recalling them brought a sharp twinge of pleasure. I couldn't admit that. No matter what this body was now, I'd definitely been a man.
Anyway, I threw the clothes on roughly. Because I was human. Carefully, so the horns wouldn't snag. Plenty of room, so it was easy. I pulled my pink hair out over the collar. My chest made the fabric gap at my belly.
"Even without any primping, thy visage is..."
I didn't reply. Didn't want to be pretty. Didn't take it as a compliment. My cold silence made the hero clear her throat awkwardly.
"Then be off with thee."
First welcome words I'd heard. No bottoms meant missing-pants fashion, and the top looked ridiculous on top of that, plus I was barefoot. Still better than being with the hero.
Then a sudden thought hit me. Maybe... I could escape. From this hero's party. From this so-called hero who might not even be a real woman. I swallowed hard. Took a cautious step.
The hero didn't turn. I worried she might read my mind. Where to go? Back to the village? Through this forest to that mountain inn? I was already scheming, and I hadn't even left the tent yet.
My heart raced for a different reason now. Wanted to take a deep breath, but feared she'd call me out. Slowly, I pushed aside the tent flap with both hands.
Glorious sunlight, unlike the dim red candlelight. A cool breeze. And—
"Ah, why're you so damn late!"
The mage. Dressed in black robes, legs crossed, scowling.
"Succubi don't know how to wear clothes or what? Did you make that one yourself?"
Her shrill nagging made me want to cover my ears. Should've stayed inside.
Inside the mage's tent, I stripped. Easier taking it off—no need to mind the horns.
"...Ah."
Thoughts. Actions. Once again. I glared at the mage.
"Leona gave you something decent, at least. Leave the clothes on the bed and come here."
In the mage's quarters, I had no choice but to obey. As I set the clothes on the bed, she dragged a chair to the center.
Hers only, so I stood naturally. Wasn't expecting courtesy. Fresh off the hero's abuse yesterday, I wrapped one arm around my breasts to cover my nipples. The other hand shielded my crotch. Barely touching, because the sensation was too weird.
"A succubus who knows shame? Cute."
"Um, Mage... what are you planning...?"
"Attention!"
My body moved on its own. Arms snapped to my sides. Legs tried to press together despite the thigh fat. Breasts and pussy fully exposed.
"M-Mage! What did you do?!"
"Keep yapping and I'll shut your mouth for good."
Casual threat, but she had the power. My speech had switched to honorifics anyway. I clamped my lips shut.
"Ugh, look at those grotesque tits. But not a single scar... fascinating."
She leaned in close, inspecting intently. My face burned, but I tried to think it a mercy. I'm a guy, but this body's a succubus. She's a woman. Flawed logic, even to me, but the mage could do worse. This was fine. Had to be.
"Turn around."
Feet pivoted, arms rigid. Breasts jiggled. Ass too. Hair cascaded down. Body frozen otherwise.
Swish. Fingers brushed the hair off my back. It tickled, but I couldn't react or flinch.
"Tits like that, and the ass—holy shit, disgusting. Turn back. At ease."
Relief flooded me. Hands flew up again. Nose stung. Something rose in my throat. I'd thought it was okay. It wasn't.
Standing naked before someone. Having my nudity appraised. At least she's a woman. If it were a guy doing this... the mental shock would've been incomparable...
Whatever I felt, the mage scribbled in a notebook. Then, abruptly:
"You. Charm me."
"...Pardon?"
"Try charming me now."
What the hell? The absurdity dried my tears instantly.
"You're a succubus. Charm me."
"Ch-Charm...?"
"Charm, seduce, entice. Or whatever you call it in demon-speak. Just do it."
She got pissy fast. But I had no clue. I got the meaning, sure. But why now?
"H-How...?"
"Figure it out, succubus. Ugh, just do it already. Let me check."
No option to refuse—especially not here. Forcing something I didn't want was one thing; not knowing how was another. This was the latter. Charm? What even...?
"Hey, I made this new potion? Reopens healed wounds. Wanna slather it on your feet or...?"
"I-I'll do it! I'll do it!"
That horrific pain. Agony just from standing, not even walking. Before her threat, even the unknown had to be done.
Charm meant entrancing, right? Succubus charm—with this body. This cursed succubus shell.
Fine, since she ordered it. Probably... like this. But wait. Doing it myself... feels so, so weird. And kinda tiring, physically.
"...Hngh, hnn."
"...What the fuck are you doing?"
I'd been heaving my massive tits up and down with both hands when the mage's face hardened.