Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life! Chapter 368: Sisterly Bonding and Royal Confessions

{Margaret}

Soon, the queen declared they’d be resting for the night and resupplying. That left the girls (and listair) to do whatever they wanted, within reason.

And so, Kimiko took both Margaret’s hand and her daughters, whisking them away from the group. Imdiately, it beca clear Kimiko was dragging them toward the most obvious brothel in existence.

"A b-brothel?" Margaret sputtered. "Is this really the kind of social event we should be participating in today?"

Kimiko turned, pink hair catching torchlight.

"Sister, this is the BEST social event!"

"But the delegation—"

"Will be fine without us for one night." Isabella bounced on her toes. "Besides, auntie, when’s the last ti you got properly fucked?"

"Isabella!"

"What? It’s a valid question!"

Margaret blinked.

[... Actually, when WAS the last ti? listair’s been so busy with work and lisa with her lessons...]

"Co on." Kimiko grabbed her hand. "I’ve been here before. The Silk Petal has the best girls in three provinces."

The brothel hit Margaret with a wave of perfu the instant she walked in. Red silk draped from every surface. Cushions piled high. And kitsune were absolutely everywhere, dancing, laughing, and entertaining guests with various tricks.

So magical, so magical.

"Ah, fresh at?" A purple-haired beauty sauntered over. She wore a dress that looked like it was designed to pull eyes to the uncovered parts rather than actually cover much. "Kimiko Sumr! It’s been a while."

"It has, hasn’t it?" Kimiko and that lady gave each other the tightest, most personal hug Margaret had ever seen.

"And you brought us presents?"

"My sister Margaret, my daughter Isabella. They need spoiling."

"I don’t need—"

Three sets of hands pulled her deeper inside.

"Ooh, a nim!" Soone purred. "We don’t get many of your kind."

"Those horns are adorable."

"Is it true what they say about nim stamina?"

Margaret’s protests died in an instant as soft lips found her neck. Soone’s tail brushed her thigh. Hands worked at her dress clasps with expert efficiency.

"Wait, I—"

"Shh." A redhead with golden eyes pressed close. "Let us take care of you."

[Oh. Oh my.]

By the ti the first hard dick touched her thigh, Margaret’s walls had all but crumbled.

---

An hour later, Margaret lay boneless between two gorgeous futanari who’d shown her things and positions she’d only ever read about. Across the room, Isabella had collected her own harem, and was still going.

[She definitely has her mother’s stamina.]

Kimiko appeared with wine and a knowing smile.

"Better?"

"You’re terrible." Margaret accepted the cup. "Corrupting like this."

"Please. Rember when we were fifteen? You were the one corrupting ."

"That was different!"

"Because we were in a barn instead of a brothel?"

Margaret blushed.

Admittedly, those mories felt like another lifeti. Before Kimiko found her true love and ran away with that woman. Before everything changed.

"I really thought we’d marry," Margaret admitted. Wine made her a little too honest these days. "Stupid, right?"

"Not stupid at all." Kimiko’s hand found hers. "Just... not our paths."

"She made you happy. Your wife."

"She did. And listair makes you happy."

"Most days. Our daughters turned out... interesting, as well."

"That’s one word for it."

They drank. Around them, pleasure sounds mixed with laughter. The Silk Petal knew its business and was absolutely shaless about it.

"I’m glad I dragged you here," Kimiko said. "Both of you. It might not seem like it, but she still needs teaching sotis."

"Teaching? What does she need to be taught? How to suck soone off properly?" Margaret chuckled.

Kimiko smirked back.

"How to be unapologetically herself." Kimiko sighed with satisfaction. "It’s the one biggest and clearest sign of weakness I see in people, back at Syux. People who just refuse their own nature. My daughter sure as all the hells won’t turn out like that."

---

{lisa}

lisa wandered the village streets. Everything here scread prosperity, though not in the sa aesthetic coding lisa was familiar with. Instead, success was shown through intricately carved buildings, jeweled fountains, silk banners.

She found Aria on a balcony, smoking sothing that slled like cinnamon.

"That legal?"

"In Yalmir? Everything’s legal if you’re pretty enough. Or so I’m told." Aria offered the pipe. "Want so?"

"What is it?"

"Moonleaf. Mild relaxant. Helps with altitude."

lisa took a careful puff. Warmth spread through her chest. Not unpleasant.

"Your mother disappeared with the kitsune," Aria noted. "Her sister, I caught?"

"Yep. They’re probably at a brothel by now."

"You’re remarkably calm about that."

"You t my family. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for ’em."

"Fair point."

They smoked in companionable silence. Below, the village glowed with lanterns and life. Music drifted from sowhere.

"Does this feel like ho for you?" Aria asked. "Being back in Yalmir?"

"Honestly? No." lisa passed the pipe back. "I barely rember it. Left when I was nine."

"Where’s ho then?"

"Syux, I guess. After all... that’s where I beca who I am." She studied Aria’s profile. "What about you?"

"Nowhere." The admission ca easy. Maybe the moonleaf. "I’ve spent more ti traveling than anywhere else. Diplomat princess, rember?"

"That why you wanted this trip? Excuse to leave?"

"Partially." Aria took another drag. "The palace feels like a cage. Beautiful, but still a cage."

"We, uh, had a saying for that. Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

"Yes? More like Heavy is the butt that sits the throne. You wouldn’t believe how sore my ass gets."

lisa choked on air.

"Did you just—"

"I’m high. Don’t judge ."

"Never."

[She’s adorable when she’s relaxed.]

---

Dawn ca way too soon. Margaret stumbled back to the caravan with spectacular sex hair and zero regrets.

"Fun night?" lisa asked.

"I-It was... educational."

"That’s what we’re calling it?"

"Your cousin’s a terrible influence."

"Just figuring that out?"

"Let’s just go."

The caravan assembled slowly. Isabella looked insufferably pleased. Kimiko humd sothing cheerful. Even Armia seed relaxed, though she kept glancing at Sirah.

"Everyone ready?" Aria called. Back in queen mode, no trace of last night’s softness.

[... Feels weird. Like a little glimpse at her that no one else might ever see, that I did get to see.]

"Ready!" Isabella chirped. "Hey, did you know kitsune can—"

"MOVING OUT," lisa announced. "Everyone in carriages. Now."

The last leg passed quickly. Mountains gave way to the capital proper—a city that defied physics.

"Holy shit," soone breathed.

"Welco to Yalmir’s heart," Aria said. "Try not to start any wars."

"No promises!" Isabella called.

[We’re so fucked.]

But lisa smiled anyway. Whatever ca next, at least it wouldn’t be boring.

The guards at the gate wore armor that shifted colors like oil on water. They examined Aria’s credentials with the kind of thoroughness that made everyone nervous.

"State your business," the lead guard said. Her fox ears twitched with suspicion.

"Diplomatic mission from Syux. The Matriarch expects us."

"And the... extensive entourage?"

"Personal guests of Lady Blackfla." Aria’s tone could’ve frozen fire. "Is there a problem?"

The guard’s eyes found lisa. Recognition flickered.

"The nim mage." Not quite accusation. Not quite welco. "We’ve heard stories."

"All good, I hope," lisa said.

"So. Others..." The guard stepped aside. "The Matriarch will see you imdiately. No delays."

"Friendly," Isabella muttered.

"This is friendly for border guards," Kimiko corrected. "Usually they make you wait for hours."

"Rember," Aria murmured. "The Matriarch values strength and honesty. Don’t try to play politics."

"Wasn’t planning on it."

"Good. Because you’re terrible at politics."

"Thanks for the confidence boost."

"I prefer honesty." Aria’s fingers grazed hers. "We do this together."

Together.

Right.

Just a... professional partnership between a queen and her special advisor. Nothing more.

The doors opened.

Ti to face whatever Yalmir wanted to discuss.