A painful and strange sensation swept through the girl's entire body. Her small head was in a blur. It felt as if her brain, not her lower abdomen, was being stirred. She couldn't understand. The education she had received since childhood and the things she had heard from others did not align with her current situation.
"W-wh-y?" The petite girl rolled back and forth on the bed, trying to find relief, but the impact continued, intensifying with every moment. Each thrust made the narrow path endure something far beyond its capacity.
"Ah!" The girl couldn't bear it anymore and screamed out loud. Her small hands tightly gripped the bedsheet, crumpling it as her expression twisted.
"Bang."
"Lady Tiffany, what is wrong?" The door opened from the outside, and a white figure swiftly floated to the space directly above the girl. Seeing the girl's distressed and contorted expression, she immediately descended beside the girl. A look of worry crossed her young, fair face, and she spoke in a clear voice.
"N-nothing, ah!"
"What is this? Why is this happening? Lady Tiffany, do you need me to ask the Lord for help?" The newcomer was also a girl. Her silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall to her waist. She wore a black Lolita dress on her petite frame, making her look small and lovely. But even as she spoke anxiously, the girl's expression remained detached. It seemed that even this slight change in expression was the maximum concern she could show.
"N-no! Chloe."
"Don't... tell... Mother, or... or I won't... have a chance... to come out... and play..."
"...Mhm." Chloe nodded obediently at Tiffany's words. She would not disobey Tiffany. After all, from that moment on, she had chosen to always obey her mistress's words. Even if commanded to die, she wouldn't hesitate!
Tiffany was immersed in the strange sensation, her beautiful eyes tightly closed. She slowly adapted to the rhythm. The pleasure she had never experienced before made her body instinctively move in response. A blurred image slowly formed in her mind: a human boy, who looked fifteen or sixteen, completely naked, engaged in the most primitive act. She wanted to see clearly who he was, but only a blurry outline appeared. Yet, she had a feeling that if he appeared before her, she would immediately know who he was! It was as if a sudden connection had formed between the two of them. Tiffany no longer resisted.
"Lady Tiffany, your... your tattoo... tattoo... has changed."
"Wha-t..." Tiffany's eyes immediately snapped open at Chloe's words. Her scarlet, vertical pupils were filled with anxiety. This matter concerned her identity, and she dared not be careless. She wanted to know what Chloe was talking about.
"How... how could this happen!??" A pair of black, bat-like wings emerged from Tiffany's tender back. She ignored the strange sensation and flew into the air, scattering sparkling drops. Her eyes focused on her lower abdomen. Although her abdomen was still shifting, all her attention was on the tattoo. Below her exquisite navel, there should have been a dark red heart, the symbol of a Succubus. On its left and right sides, there should have been wing-like patterns, symbolizing her royal status. But now!
The heart pattern hadn't changed much, but its color had shifted from dark red to pink. The wing-like patterns on both sides had increased from one pair to three pairs. Where it had previously only looked cute and alluring, it now had an added touch of dominance. It was an embellishment, but for Tiffany, it was a matter of great significance.
Though Tiffany looked only twelve or thirteen, her actual age, calculated by human standards, was about a hundred years old. But that was by human standards; for the Succubus race, it was different.
During her years of learning, even though Tiffany was restless, she had acquired a lot of knowledge. As the next successor, most of her studies were related to the Succubus race. The strength of a Succubus was directly related to the wing patterns on their abdomen. Like the legendary angels, the more pairs of wings, the greater the potential and the stronger the power. Her mother currently had three pairs of wings, just like her now, which gave her an inherent deterrent effect on other Succubi.
Of course, not all Succubi had the wing pattern. Where there is life, there are hierarchies, and this is true for other creatures as well. Tiffany's mother ruled a Succubus race divided into three tiers. The lowest tier consisted of common Succubi. Most of them were hybrids of human and demon, lacking the characteristics of pure-blood Succubi, such as the bat-like wings on their back and the abdominal tattoo. Due to their human bloodline, their magic power was low, and their potential was insufficient. They could only learn beginner magic, relying on their bodies and other techniques to absorb essence. Furthermore, they could only keep half of what they absorbed; the rest had to be handed over and could be exchanged for the opportunity to learn other spells. The most talented among them could even become familiars to the second tier or even the royal family.
The second tier of Succubi was the result of the dilution of the royal bloodline. With the birth of families, significant differences appeared among the Succubi. As the bloodline diluted, the gap between the branch families and the main family grew, and their potential and magic power naturally decreased, leading them to become the second tier.
The third tier was the royal family.
Although the hierarchy among Succubi was strict, their internal unity was strong because the Succubus race was composed entirely of females. Their dwelling place was called the Upper Demon Realm, which, despite its terrifying name, was a layer between the true Demon Realm and the Human Realm—neither up nor down. Furthermore, this world was inhabited by more than just their race. There were other races, and even some wandering souls lived there. It was a small place with quite a few inhabitants, but since they all could prey on humans, not many conflicts occurred.
"Could it be... because of him?" Tiffany's small hand rested on her lower abdomen, occasionally rising and falling. She was not stupid. With a little thought, she realized why she was undergoing this change. A glimmer of delight flashed in her eyes. The effect was so profound even across a spatial barrier. If... if they were face-to-face? Would another change occur? Legend said their ancestor, the first Succubus, only had five pairs of wings, and she now had three. Moreover, a Succubus like her would change three times in her life, gaining an extra pair of wings with each change. Her mother had already changed twice, with an upper limit of four pairs, but she could potentially reach five, just like the ancestor?
'If I let Mother too...' Tiffany instinctively thought, but she immediately shook her head. Both in the Succubus race and other races, humans were food, and could only be food. Pure-blood Succubi could mate with humans but could not conceive offspring, as the bloodline would be contaminated. The royal Succubi reproduced by self-conception; after a certain period, they could directly conceive offspring without needing a male. Her mother intensely disliked humans, viewing them as inferior beings. The stored essence she absorbed had to be filtered multiple times until she deemed it clean. Furthermore, there were two types of essence: one from down there, and the other was human yang energy, which was related to the spirit. The royal Succubi only absorbed yang energy.
'Hmph! Humans are just food anyway. I'll find a time to secretly sneak into the Human Realm, capture him, and make him slowly supply me with essence. That will be his honor! Hmph! Just wait to be enslaved by me!' Tiffany thought internally. She had just used a concentration spell to divide her consciousness into two parts: one to endure the physical anomaly and the other to ponder the issue.
"Mhm~ Ah~" Unfortunately, this spell could not last long with her current magic power. After just thinking about enslaving Ho Fei-yu, the spell vanished, and Tiffany once again returned to her state of agonizing ecstasy.
Chloe watched impassively as Tiffany, who had just been smiling like a little demon, fell back into a state of lust. As Tiffany's familiar, she decided to do something.
A black tail emerged from Chloe's backside. It wrapped around Tiffany's wildly thrashing tail, intertwining. The hearts at the tips of their tails rubbed against each other. Chloe's tail guided Tiffany, making her settle onto the bed. Looking at the writhing Tiffany, Chloe straddled her. Unconsciously, she was also affected by Tiffany's arousal. Her eyes, one yellow and one red, were covered in a haze of moisture. Since Succubi could conjure clothes with magic, both of them were now completely nude.
Chloe leaned down and lightly kissed Tiffany's lips. Her pink tongue slipped into Tiffany's mouth, intertwining with hers. Her small hands also climbed onto the unripe apples, her thumbs pressing on the undeveloped cherries, intending to relieve her mistress's stress this way. The scene was one of springtime passion.
Similarly, the other side was the same.
After nearly an hour and a half of Ho Fei-yu's effort, Mao Nakaizumi no longer felt sickly. She was much more radiant. She occasionally opened her eyes, secretly looking at Ho Fei-yu working away. A seductive blush spread across her mature yet lovely face, showing the charm of a submissive woman.
Mao Nakaizumi had regained consciousness half an hour ago. Initially, she was confused, and her body resisted, trying to push Ho Fei-yu away. But Ho Fei-yu was like a man possessed, continually thrusting into her. Her body, which hadn't been watered in over a decade, also had its own desires. Since she couldn't push Ho Fei-yu away, Mao Nakaizumi recalled how this situation had happened. After a few minutes of contemplation, she understood why. After a soft sigh, she accepted the situation.
She looked at Ho Fei-yu's bloodshot eyes, thinking she was the cause. A complicated look flashed in her eyes, eventually turning into tenderness. Her hand stroked Ho Fei-yu's youthful face, gently caressing the young man.
This was all a twist of fate. Ho Fei-yu probably resorted to this measure only to save her. When he regained his senses, she would treat it as a one-time accident. Mao Nakaizumi knew Shiori Fuyutsuki liked Ho Fei-yu. Having passed through that innocent age herself, she clearly understood the expressions of a young girl facing a crush. She wouldn't compete with Shiori-chan for the man. Since that was the case, she would cherish the present. Mao Nakaizumi stopped thinking, crossed her legs, locked them around Ho Fei-yu's waist, and cooperated with him.