[Quick Change]
Evelina’s nurse uniform shimred, the white fabric rippling before dissolving into nothing, leaving only the woman beneath.
In its place, a set of delicate lingerie appeared—a sheer lace bra and panties that looked more like an invitation than clothing. The bra was almost transparent, lightly cupping her breasts while letting the soft shape of her curves show through, scalloped lace framing the swell of her cleavage.
The panties sat high on her hips, thin lace straps dipping into a teasing V that drew the eye to her lower belly. The sheer fabric hinted more than it hid, clinging to the curve of her waist, thighs, and backside like a second skin.
Every line and motion remained visible through that fragile lace. The way it frad her chest and hips felt intentional, designed to catch my gaze and hold it—her posture and eyes making it clear this was a deliberate, breathtaking invitation.
In that mont, I knew exactly what she was planning.
She wasn’t just trying to fluster ; she was going to seduce slowly, relentlessly, until I couldn’t keep up the playful act any longer—until my teasing crumbled and I had no choice but to give in to her.
She really does know inside and out... not just my body, but every little weakness, every button to press, every way to make lose control.
"You..."
[Clear Mind]
[Clear Mind]
[Clear Mind]
No matter how many tis I forced myself to stay sane, it was hard, considering the magic and scent she radiated.
Clear Mind was the closest thing to a ntal support spell that existed, but my previous complaint still stood.
It only acted as a minor reset to help focus; it didn’t actually fully clear my mind.
I let out a breathless laugh. Was she seriously resorting to this?
Well... I couldn’t really bla her.
She had just absorbed enough magic to annihilate a small town.
And if succubi are drawn to magic, I can’t bla her for getting this desperate.
"Co on... stop being petty already."
Evelina pouted, surprised that I didn’t imdiately lose control and instead just let out a strained laugh.
I had more willpower than she initially thought.
I let my gaze travel.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Not hungry, or at least... I thought it wasn’t.
That seed to bother her more than if I had devoured her with my eyes.
The lace shimred faintly in the low light of the chamber, divine and demonic magic catching on the sheer fabric. It clung to her curves like it had a will of its own, tightening when she rolled her hips, easing when she arched her back as if offering herself up to be unwrapped.
She wasn’t hiding anything.
She was presenting.
And she knew exactly how devastating she looked.
My hand slid from her waist, stopping just before it could trail lower. Instead, I traced the thin strap resting high on her hip. Just the tip of my finger. Barely any pressure.
The lace dipped under the touch.
Her breath caught.
"You’re crumbling," she murmured.
"I am, but I can still handle it."
My thumb hooked under the strap.
And stopped.
Didn’t pull.
Didn’t snap it.
Just let it sit there, stretching the lace a little against her skin.
Her pupils widened.
"You’re not going to—"
"No."
Her pout deepened. "Y-You... I’m actually impressed!"
I leaned closer, letting my mouth hover just beside her ear.
"You changed outfits to make lose control."
"And?"
"And now I’m enjoying watching you regret that I haven’t."
Her thighs tightened around my hips in reflex. The lace dragged across her skin as she shifted, a soft scrape of fabric over heat, like she couldn’t decide whether to tempt further or wait for to break first.
I moved my hand upward instead.
Not where she expected.
Not along the teasing line she’d drawn for .
My fingers brushed along the delicate edge of the bra, tracing the scalloped lace where it frad her chest. I followed the curve, slow, careful, morizing. Feeling the warmth beneath the thin barrier without quite giving her what she wanted.
Her back arched anyway.
"T-This isn’t fair," she whispered. "I teased you so you’d stop holding back your power. You’re just doing this to toy with ..."
"You say that like you didn’t enjoy teasing ."
"N-No comnt."
"Exactly."
The room felt heavier now. Not frantic, thick. The air clung to skin, every breath warr than the last. Magic humd lazily around us, reacting to the slow build instead of sharp bursts.
She shifted tactics again.
Instead of grinding down on or dragging my mouth to hers, she leaned back on her hands. The motion pushed her chest forward, pulling the lace tight over her breasts, the sheer fabric outlining every rise and fall of her breathing.
She tilted her head.
Studied .
"You’re trying very hard not to react," she said softly.
"I am reacting."
"Not the way I want."
"That sounds like a you problem."
Her tail slid up my thigh, slow as silk, curling just below my waist. Not a possessive wrap this ti.
A coaxing one.
Her toes brushed the back of my calf as she adjusted beneath , testing the drag of lace and bare skin again. Subtle, controlled, infuriating.
I still didn’t move. Didn’t give her the sharp breath, the stutter, the twitch she was waiting for.
Instead, I leaned down and pressed a single kiss just below her collarbone.
Then another, lower.
Then stopped entirely.
She stared at , visibly restraining the urge to flip us again.
"Once I get my hands on you...!"
"Not happening."
[Profaned Prince]
My fingers slid back to her hip, this ti tracing the delicate line inward, close enough to make her stomach tense, close enough to make her breath hitch—
—and then drifting away again.
Her composure cracked for half a second.
Her nails dug into the mattress.
"You’re going to break first," she said, voice rough.
"Maybe."
I let my palm settle flat against her lower stomach instead, feeling the way her muscles tightened under my touch.
"But if I do," I added quietly, "it’ll be because you earned it."
Sothing in her expression shifted at that. The annoyed, playful pout cooled into sothing hotter, darker. Focused.
Strategic.
She wasn’t just trying to overwhelm anymore.
She was planning how to dismantle .
Fine.
Let her plan.
I bent down again, brushing my lips along the edge of the lace at her shoulder, deliberately avoiding every obvious place she wanted my mouth. My breath skimd over heated skin, always just shy of contact.
The anticipation was becoming its own kind of torture.
For both of us.
Her hips lifted slightly without permission.
"Cael..."
That wasn’t a tease.
It wasn’t a complaint.
It was a warning—her restraint fraying to a single thin thread.
I smiled against her skin.
"Still not yet."
Evelina parted her lips at my answer.
And, to my surprise, she smiled.
"That’s no longer your choice now..."
H-Huh?
[Succubus Pheromones]
...Well. Shit.
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