Succubi Chapter 61. You're My Charger
I stared at her.
Then turned my gaze—slowly, cautiously—back to Sera, who sat beside me with the same innocent smile she probably wore while unconsciously unleashing a swarm of cuddly nightmare noodles.
"Is that supposed to make me happy?" I asked, monotone.
Sera nodded brightly. "Mm-hmm."
Rivy leaned forward, still grinning. "If her tentacles like you, that means she likes you. She doesn't let them out around just anyone."
Gladia added, "Also… you might've noticed she's not as sleepy today."
I squinted. "What?"
Sera beamed, puffing her chest like she was about to win a medal. "I'm not late today, Anomaly. Also I'm not sleeping on my plate."
I looked at her again. Properly this time.
She had a point.
Her eyes were open. Hair brushed. Posture not entirely slouched. She wasn't drooling into a pillow or using her toast as a blanket substitute.
Her signature sloth aura was still there, sure—but it was muted. More like background static than a full-on enchantment. She actually looked… kinda radiant?
And that was saying something, considering she literally attacked me with her body's extra appendage system.
Huh.
I muttered while stabbing another piece of pancake, "So you cuddle me in your sleep, unleash demonic appendages, and then wake up fully charged while I look like I survived a raid boss?"
Sera sipped her juice with a sweet little hum. "You're my charger now."
Gladia cackled. Rivy nearly snorted her tea.
I sighed and shoved more pancake in my mouth. Because, honestly? Lilith's cooking deserved better than this conversation. The pancakes today had crispy edges, soft centers, and just enough mana-caramel glaze that I almost forgot about the psychological trauma I'd endured this morning.
Almost.
Today's breakfast was simpler than yesterday—no over-the-top spell-roasted meats—but still delicious. Pancakes, roasted toast, honeyfruit compote, scrambled eggs with faint spice carved into the yolk, and warm fluffy buns infused with calming herbs.
And tea. Blacker than my mood, poured straight from Lilith's kettle.
I looked up just in time to see her approaching the table, her heels clicking gently across the floor like she owned every step.
"Eat up," she said, setting a sleek black box at each of our places. "Your lunch. And snacks. Do not try to trade this time, Gladia."
Gladia gasped, clutching her box like it was a sacred relic. "Excuse you? I never trade. Ever."
Lilith paused, then gave the tiniest nod. "Good. As you were."
"She's Gluttony, remember?" Rivy added with a smirk. "She guards her food like a dragon guards hoarded gold."
Gladia puffed her cheeks. "It's not hoarding. It's appreciation."
"Sure," I muttered. "Appreciation with a side of food-based death threats."
"I've never killed anyone over food," Gladia said sweetly. Then, after a beat, "...Fatally."
Val didn't even look up. "One time you hissed at a senior for asking for a bite."
"They didn't ask. They hovered."
I stared at her as she clutched the box tighter. "You treat Lilith's lunch like a treasure."
"Because it is," Gladia said reverently. "And it's mine."
Lilith didn't respond. She just turned with a rustle of satin and walked away like the breakfast witch she was.
I stared at the box in front of me. Midnight obsidian with silver vines embossed along the lid, cool to the touch. She even included a little blood-red napkin tied with a charm to keep food warm.
"Man," I murmured. "If I ever die, I hope it's after breakfast."
Val smirked. "Knowing this dorm, it will be during."
Fair point.
We finished up quietly and gathered our things. Bags slung over shoulders, half-zipped jackets tugged straight, notebooks and books clacked shut.
Gladia, naturally, made a dramatic show of brushing imaginary crumbs off my shoulder before adjusting my collar with one of those too long looks that made it clear she was enjoying every second.
Rivy handed me my water bottle without a word, like she hadn't spent breakfast flirting with chaos.
And Sera?
She walked beside me. Not behind. Not drifting.
Beside.
Still swaying a little like a breeze might knock her over—but her steps were steady, her eyes open, and her energy less… cloudy.
It was subtle, yeah. But I noticed.
She was awake.
And for some reason, that fact sat weirdly warm in my chest.
We stepped outside together. Morning sun filtered through the shifting clouds overhead, the whole sky threaded with lazy streaks of gold and blue from yesterday. The path to the academy stretched before us, cutting through the residential wing's courtyard—a garden of flowers, leaning brick paths, and arched bridges that led directly to campus.
We stood out immediately.
Well—I stood out.
Five girls. One guy.
And we were walking together like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But this was the all-girls dorm sector. Reserved, technically, for female students.
Me?
Yeah, I broke that rule the moment I moved in.
And judging by the stares I got from the other students walking past—wide-eyed glances, hushed whispers, and a few subtle hair flips—it wasn't something people had gotten used to yet.
Some girls tried to be subtle, stealing glances from behind their books or coffee mugs. Others didn't even bother. An elf trio stopped talking mid-sentence as we passed, one of them biting her lip while her friend nudged her elbow like 'don't be obvious.'
I didn't blame them, really.
I kept my expression neutral. Shoulders relaxed. Chin up. Not cocky—but composed.
Like I didn't notice any of it.
Which, of course, meant I noticed everything.
Val walked ahead with quiet authority.
Rivy trailed beside her, still flipping through her schedule.
Gladia hummed some upbeat tune and twirled once like we were heading to a dance recital.
Evelyn walked at the rear.
And Sera, still beside me, yawned into her sleeve but didn't break pace.
The others had different schedules today—Battle Prep, Alchemy Lab, and something about Infernal Ethics that Gladia absolutely hated attending.
Me?
I had shared classes with Evelyn and Leon again today.
We reached the main bridge connecting residential housing to the central plaza. Students filtered in from all directions.
The rest of the girls had already peeled off.
As we neared the front plaza, I spotted a familiar shape standing near the food stalls area.
Leon.
Of course.
The dumbass stood there in his rumpled academy coat, hair uncombed, backpack half-zipped, and a massive, obnoxiously long baguette clutched in one hand like it was Excalibur.
I cringed before he even spoke.
"What—" I pointed at the bread. "What is that?"
Leon turned to us, his face lighting up like he hadn't just committed a carb crime.
"Oh! Morning!" he grinned, taking a giant bite out of the thing like it was a turkey leg at a festival. "You mean this? It's amazing."
Evelyn raised one eyebrow, unimpressed.
I stared. "Leon, why the hell are you eating a baguette at seven in the morning?"
He chewed happily. "I dunno, man. I tried yours yesterday—couldn't stop thinking about it."
I blinked. "That was Gladia's. She eats those things like they're candy. But yeah, she gave a bit for me."
Leon froze mid-chew.
"...Really?"
"Yeah. You just took it like it was your prize."
He shrugged and took another bite, unapologetic. "Well, it was good. So I bought my own. Best decision of my week."
I rubbed my temples. "You don't have to gnaw through a loaf of bread like some medieval peasant."
Leon chomped another bite off the baguette he was carrying like it owed him money. "Yeah, but this one's got cheese in it. And garlic. I could eat six."
Evelyn didn't say anything, but I saw the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth. Her version of laughing.
"Also," Leon added mid-chew, "I heard if you bring food into the library, they let you off with just a warning if you share."
"That's not true," I said flatly.
He grinned. "One of the guys in Valor House swears it worked. Gave half a sandwich to Ms. Thorne and walked away clean."
I narrowed my eyes. "You are planning to bribe the librarian with garlic bread because of a rumor?"
Leon nodded, unapologetic. "Yup."
I stared at him. "You're unbelievable." I sighed, but before I could roast him further, I remembered something. "Oh—by the way. I applied for that part-time academy job yesterday."
Leon blinked. "Oh, me too!"
"Yeah. Figured if I want to qualify for missions, I need the credits—and the clearance."
Evelyn, who had been silent until now, glanced sideways at me. Her voice was calm. "Should I apply too?"
I looked at her, serious for a second. "If you want extra coin and more field experience? Yeah. It's worth it. But fair warning, our missions might not be the same."
She gave a small nod, like she was already calculating her next move.
We finally approached the main plaza of the academy and passed through the glass-paneled security gate, our IDs auto-scanning with a soft chime. Evelyn walked just ahead, her posture perfect as always, while Leon was too busy finishing his bread to notice the girl beside him giggling as she tried to peek at his profile.
Me?
I kept walking between them, one hand in my pocket, the other gripping my bag strap.
And yeah—I felt it again.
Stares.
Girls walking in the opposite direction slowed just slightly as they passed us. A few whispered. One pretended to drop her pen.
I exhaled through my nose, kept my chin up, and let the low hum of student chatter surround me as the academy doors slid open ahead of us.
Another day.
Another chance to prove myself—and maybe, just maybe, get one step closer to who I'm meant to be.
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