The Heiress of Hell [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Name: Kogane Aiko
Age: 18
Gender: Female
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Background:
I've always been mild mannered to say the least. Truthfully any sort of attention makes me freeze up. I have a habit of panicking and overthinking about any social interaction - even for things as simple as paying for a bus ticket or signing for a delivery. I get so nervous that I'm often either overly polite and come off as condescending, or I take too long to respond and come off as rude. So I mastered the art, not through intentional practice but reflexive habit brought about by my anxieties, of being unnoticed. Socially invisible. Sometimes it feels lonely, but whenever I see the bullies in my class spit wads of paper into the hairs of known otakus and outliers or the social butterflies get into yet more drama and fights because of the messy webs of their social lives I feel relieved. I'd much rather be invisible and safe than be seen and have to deal with all of that. It's just more comfortable this way.

Its not that I don't like people. I generally do, and I want to be nice and warm. That's the way Hinako-san is. So caring and comforting all the time, despite having to look after three kids all day every day. My mother's sister; though she's the one who raised me all these years. She doesn't treat me any differently from her own kids. Everything I know about my birth mother I know through her. How I was a love child, how she was worried about raising me on her own when pregnant, but once I was born seemed overjoyed at the notion. How much she must be proud of me. Hina-san set up a small shrine for the two of us in our home to our mother. Occasionally she takes me there so we can speak to her. But I don't really know what to say... Whenever I think of my mother, I picture Hina-san. This other woman... I don't know her.

Eiji-san, Hinako's husband, is a businessman. Often very busy, which leaves much of the household chores and parental responsibility to Hinako. I've started helping out where I can, but its still a lot for her to deal with. Not that I consider Eiji lazy. Whenever he returns from one of his business trips, he's clearly very tired and stressed out. Sometimes his trips take him overseas, and he brings back souvenirs for me and his kids. Though sometimes I wonder if he's a little resentful of me. I'm another mouth to feed, so that means he has to work even more and see his family even less. I faintly recall him being a bit uneasy with the idea of Hina-san taking me in when I was very little, but since then he seems to have warmed to me more. Though I don't think he views me as a daughter. More like an prolonged houseguest.

I used to be much closer with my cousins than I am now. The twins, though they couldn't be more different from each other these days, used to play with me all the time when we were little. Though as time went on we grew more and more apart. Chiyuri even seemed to actively distance herself from me. As I grew more and more socially awkward, she flourished. She might be one of the most popular girls in our school. She's somehow managed to make it so that no one notices that we're related. Which I suppose I should be grateful for, I don't need the attention that would come with that. Half the boys in the school faun over her and grovel for chances to earn her approval. The other half act like they don't care, but I've seen them looking her way and hoping she might catch an interest in them.

Yuji is, like I said, the opposite. Which would make him more inclined to still be close to me - and he was for a bit longer than Chiyuri was - but not for long. Yuji's antisocial tendencies have circled around to drawing more attention than less. Despite his smarts, he barely applies himself to anything other than his video games and the various personal projects on his computer that he won't let anyone else look at. He seems embittered with the wider world, leaving him with a fairly carefree attitude when it comes to authority figures and people's perception of him. He's also gotten into the habit of causing embarrassing pranks on Chiyuri and myself quite often. Sometimes I think he even goes through my things when I'm not in my room. Eiji-san was once training him to follow in his career path one day, although in recent years it seems he's given up on that. It seems like Hina-san is the only person who still hasn't accepted that Yuji has resigned himself to the life of a NEET once he either graduates or, more likely, drops out.

As for me? I'm happy to continue going by unnoticed. High school is tricky enough without making my final year even more complicated, so I'll keep to myself and focus on my studies until I graduate. I have my own ways of destressing. The school library is like my little quiet oasis. Even without the enforced quiet rules, there's usually hardly anyone in there. Sometimes its just me and the librarian, so I can read away and relax without worrying about somehow embarrassing myself. After hiding away in my room during the party Chiyuri had to celebrate her 18th birthday (I don't think anyone there knew it was Yuji's birthday as well), I'm glad that my 18th is going to be a quiet one. I expect Hina-san will want to do something between just the two of us, which will be nice. And once todays over and one with I can go right back to my normal, unassuming final year at school.

Perks:

Unassuming Reputation: Though Aiko is about to start getting a lot more attention than she's used to, she still has the reputation of a quiet, well-behaved and productive student. Authority figures at home and her school are less likely to be suspicious of Aiko. Even if they catch her somewhere she isn't or doing something wrong, they'll be more inclined to assume she's either been forced into it or its just an innocent misunderstanding. It would take multiple serious infractions to start damaging her reputation.
Eyes of Desire: An ability Aiko has available to her even in her human form, Aiko can see the fantasies, lustful thoughts and desired sexual characteristics of the people she looks at.
Inhuman Strength: Aiko's demonic blood provides her with enhanced strength and speed. This boon is amplified even further when in her Succubus Form.
Innate Talent: Despite being a virgin whose never even been able to hold her crush's hand, Aiko's body knows how to please others. The way she walks will subconsciously drift towards more seductive styles. Any sexual act she participates in will be on the level of an expert. Her body will always feel perfect to anyone seeking to enjoy it. These sudden talents will come with a few side effects, typically in the form of some sultry or sexually implicit acts or mannerisms Aiko may find herself performing unintentionally, but these will just strengthen her appeal to others.

Flaws:

Captivating Aura: For a succubus looking to gain power, this is a definite boon. To a high school girl looking to avoid attention, this couldn't be worse. While most of her new powers seem to require being activated and take energy to maintain, this one seems to run all on its own with no clear way to stop it. Wherever she goes, Aiko will turn heads. People will start taking interest in her and wanting to get to know her more. They'll notice features that she has that they find attractive more prominently. She won't be able to avoid attention any longer.
Sealed Power: The strength of most of her succubus abilities is limited while in her human form. In order to tap into their full potential she must transform into her succubus body. However there are certain drawbacks to this. Firstly, there's no hiding what she is in this form. Even if she isn't recognised, anyone who sees her succubus form would obviously discern she's an otherworldly beauty in a literal sense. Secondly, this form requires lustful energy to sustain. Aiko will passively acquire lustful energy from the thoughts and desires of those around her throughout her day to day life, but this replenishes her strength slowly. As she is half human, she has an advantage that most succubus don't in that she can masturbate and tap into her own lustful energy to fuel herself, though even this is a minimal boost compared to the lustful energy she can gain from others. From coy teasing to a kiss all the way to indulging in some of the wildest kinks humans have, the amount of lustful energy is dependent on the act committed and the more powerful she grows, the more energy she'll need to fuel her powers.
Easily Flustered: Aiko would sooner eat something she was allergic to than tell a server they got her order wrong. Any sort of social interaction could cause her to panic. As it turns out, positive social interactions might be her biggest weakness of all. The intense flustered feeling she'd get being enough to through her off balance and disrupt her composure. This extends to physically as well as mentally, as her body is just as unused to the attentions of others as her mind as, leaving her particularly vulnerable to being played with and teased.

Turn Ons: sub/dom play, incest, hypnosis, corruption, gangbang, blackmail, cheating, cuckolding, drunk / drugged sex, rape, bestiality, humiliation, teasing, bondage, musk, sexual competition
Turn Offs: gore, vore, pedo, scat, insects and arachnids

Your day begins the same as it usually did: the ringing of your alarm just as the sun begins to break over the horizon, and the suggestion of dawn plays at the sky just behind your blinds. It's a tad early to be getting up, even for a high school student, but an exemplary student like yourself is expected to have an exemplary track record of attendance, and risking tardiness would just bring way too much heat down on you for your liking. Plus, you need to get up early if you want to beat Chiyuri to the bathroom. That girl is basically a black hole for hot water, to say nothing of how long her make-up routine takes. By the time you've pried yourself from the warmth and comfort of your blankets and gotten down the hall to the bathroom, you can just barely make out the beginnings of the daily routine downstairs. Your aunt might be the only other person in the house to rise as early as you, and even still, she seems to have beaten you downstairs and into the kitchen by ten or twenty minutes. Not that it matters all that much for your purposes; Aunt Hina has cooked pretty much every meal you've eaten since you were old enough to eat anything at all, and you doubt she'd give up that streak today of all days. It is your birthday, after all.

Not that you expect that to change much of anything, either. For the best, really. There were efforts to make your birthday a big event when you were younger, perhaps an overcompensation to make you feel like more a part of the family than anything else, but they were abandoned after a few years of discomfort. You had always been a wallflower, of course, and the spotlight only tended to make you wither. Luckily, your aunt proved to be sensitive to your needs, and birthday celebrations transitioned from big parties to little day trips with just the two of you. A lunch at a cafe, a shopping trip for some new books or clothes, and some light conversation with one of the few people who engaged with you on a level you could handle. That did a lot to tamp down on the dread of the coming day.

Of course, you weren't sure how much longer you would get to have those little aunt-niece dates. You turned eighteen years old today, only one more year of school left before you inevitably shuffled off to university and a big, new, terrifying world. You weren't even quite sure where you would be going. Maybe you could find a nice university closer to home, closer to where your tenuous comfort zone was. Of course, maybe it was for the best you tried to stretch your wings at least a little bit, lest you ended up like Yuji. His impending future (or late thereof) was bound to be a sore spot for the family, even as Chiyuri practically strained at the chains of your simple little home life. No doubt she'd take the wider world by storm, just like she did the local high school.

You quickly shower and get yourself presentable, changing from ruffled pajamas into your neatly pressed uniform, painstakingly ironed and set out by your aunt at the start of every week. Only, maybe this week, she was a little too eager to get it smoothed out. It's a little tighter than usual, and you find yourself struggling to do up the buttons of your blouse, the fabric pressing into your chest as you wrestle it closed. It's not the only thing that's quite a bit more snug than when you last wore it; not only is your skirt riding up a little higher than you like—so, far shorter than just about every other girl in your class—but your underwear also seem to hug your body just enough to be uncomfortable. A consummate homemaker, it wasn't at all like Aunt Hina to shrink your laundry, but even as you stand under the light of the mirror, you can't help but flush at the sight of yourself. You look... well, not promiscuous. That would be rude to Chiyuri, because with how your uniform seems to cling to every curve and contour of your body, you can't help but think you look a lot like your much more popular cousin, in the very same way that makes her so popular with the male student body.

A banging on the door shakes you from your staring, and you hurry to the door just in time to see Yuji pushing his head through. He looks at you through bleary eyes, blinking beneath messy, bedhead tangled hair, and then blinks a little faster as his eyes settle on you. They linger, for a time, on your body, then your face, then your body again, before eventually looking for anything other than you to look at.

"Mornin'... Mom's got a surprise for you, so, y'know... hurry up."

He doesn't leave you much time to explain yourself before he's popped back out the door, retreating to his cave until you've vacated the bathroom for the next of the Kogane brood to take their place. Without a replacement uniform to squeeze into, you're left with little option but to head downstairs to meet with your aunt. It doesn't take her long to find you, the only mother figure you've ever known greeting you as you descend the stairs into the living room. She seems taken aback by the sight of you at first, but she's quick to bury down the surprise, offering you a warm smile instead,

"Happy birthday, sweetie," She closes the space between you to welcome you into a quick hug, squeezing you gently and holding you for just a few moments longer than you're used to, "I can't believe it's been eighteen years already. You're all grown up."

When she finally pulls away, her hands linger on you, cupping your cheeks like she's holding some precious treasure. In some ways, maybe you are one to her. She has two children of her own, both as grown up as you are by now, but neither of them seemed to maintain the same connection as you had over the years. Yuji, as teenage boys tended to do, retreated from his mother's warmth long ago, and his contentious relationship with authority since hasn't done much to endear him since. Chiyuri isn't much better, hardly coming home any more, so swept up in her friends and life and boys that coming up with the time for a sit down dinner at home seems all but impossible. Of all the birds preparing to leave the nest, your flight might be the one to hurt the most. Luckily, Hina doesn't let that notion linger for too long.

"Look at me, getting all sentimental. Don't let me stop you from eating, honey. I made you pancakes today; and after school, we can go to that little cafe down the train station, if you'd like. It's been a while since we've had a chance to just talk."

It's pitched as something for you to look forward to, but you can tell she's been looking forward to this just as much if not more. With your uncle often absent from home, your aunt doesn't have much of a reason to get out and about any more. You might be content to disappear into the world of books and silence, but the weight of loneliness isn't something Hina seems cut out for. Maybe today would be good for the both of you, bittersweet though it was.

Aunt Hinako

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Turning eighteen certainly didn't feel any different. No sudden burst of confidence or greater awareness of the way the world worked. Not that I thought it would have, but that would have made for a nice surprise. It didn't make getting out of bed any easier. Being able to have a lie in would be a nice birthday treat. But... probably better to stick to my routine and get up early. Especially if I want to have a shower. I wasn't what you would call an academic overachiever. There were plenty of students with grades better than my own. Though that was usually because you need more than just diligent studying to stand out. Usually those students also have a bunch of extracurricular activities, or make a strong impression on the teachers somehow. Class president material. Really... I feel like I mainly work so hard to be punctual so I can avoid the risk of seeming disrespectful. And with participating in anything extracurricular being so daunting to me, the only option I have is to put in the work on the academic side to get the best grades I possibly can.

The shower helped wash away most of the lingering sleep that still clung to me. The hot water on my skin was also always a welcome sensation to starting the day. Being closed off from the world by the running water is an oddly comforting sensation. Although I did almost have a bit of a slip and tumble at one point, after soaping up my body and hair. Keeping my eyes shut to keep the suds out of them, I groped around for my puff near where it usually hangs, though I must have misjudged and spent a few moments grabbing at air more and more until my body almost fell after my hand in its blind search. Fortunately I managed to press my palm against the puff in the last moment and then steady myself. I must have been missing it by just a few inches.

Once I was all cleaned and dried up, it was time to get changed. Not really a part of my morning worth noting, I do this so often its basically... huh... what... hnng... oh... oh dear. I wince a little as I manage to wrestle the last couple of blouse buttons into place. Why did it feel so tight. I feel like these buttons might pop off if I'm not careful. And this skirt... arrgh... did my clothes shrink in the wash? My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I look over my figure in the mirror. Oh, I hope this won't get me into trouble at school. It looks a little... no, I'm probably over thinking it. I'm nowhere near Chiyuri's level of eye-catching - and grateful for it. This is just... different from how I normally see myself. But most people don't look at me anyway so no one will probably notice. Still, I can't help but groan in a little bit of frustration as I tilt to the side and bend forward while looking at my skirt. "I can see my panties if I just bend over a little..." I murmur sullenly.

My back jolts up straight as I hear the knock on the door. "Oh, coming." I say, quickly moving to go open it before Yuji decides to poke his head in on his own.

"Oh, uh, good morning." I say, feeling a little thrown off by how he had reacted to seeing me. Oh, dammit, it is too tight, isn't it? And he noticed! I must look so silly!

"Right! Y-yes!" I say as he leaves. Well, I guess I don't have time to try and sort this clothing situation out. I take one quick moment to compose myself with a deep breath before heading on downstairs. My hopes that no one else will notice are dashed when I see the look on Hina-san's face. She's quick to hide it, but she noticed to. Oh no, people are going to think that now that I've turned eighteen I've become a rebellious punk! This is it. Word of my subversive uniform style will spread and delinquent gangs will start trying to drag me into their fights. I'm going to need to learn to ride a motorbike and swing a bat. I don't own any leather jackets! This is a disaster!

The hug Hina-san gives me helps ground me in reality once more and my shocked expression melts into a soft smile as I return the hug with one of my own. My arms land initially where they usually do when we hug, gently around her back, though within a second of making contact with her body, they start to move, as if shifting to a more naturally comfortable position, one sliding down to the soft of her back and almost teasing towards her rear while the other glides upwards with a gentle caress. Its an odd accident, but not one I pay too much mind.

I'm left smiling when she pulls away, though the attention that follows leaves my cheeks flushed. Not in the usual overwhelming embarrassment I get when someone pays me attention. With Hina-san it feels safer... so its just the regular amount of burning embarrassment a child would feel when their parental figure treats them like this.

"Can't I grow a bit more? I still feel like I could do with a good foot or two more. I feel like everyone around here is taller than me sometimes." I grumble, half-jokingly, before my eyes light up once again at the mention of pancakes.

"Yummy!" I say, even going so far as to bow before sitting down. "I'd love that, Hina-san!" The last part comes out between hastily eaten chunks of pancake, which quickly causes me to cover my mouth. "Sorry." I murmur out from behind my hand. I tidy up the small mess made around my lips, scooping strings of syrup back into my mouth with delicate finger strokes. I find myself easing into the motion without thinking too much about it, wrapping my mouth around the tips of my fingers, each one in turn, and sucking gently to make sure I had lapped up every last bit of syrup, moaning in delight at the taste each time as my eyelids fluttered gently.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Oh, don't apologize, sweetie. I'm just glad... you... like them?"

You're so caught up in the buttery, sticky sweetness that coats your lips and your fingers that you hardly even catch on to the eyes lingering on you from across the kitchen. By the time you realize Aunt Hina is staring at you in confusion and not the least bit of embarrassment, you've already suckled each digit clean and lapped away more than a few long, thick strands of syrup with your tongue. When your eyes meet, she almost jumps at the realization you've noticed her watching you, and quickly busies herself elsewhere in the kitchen, bringing a pan and a bowl to the sink to wash even as her cheeks remain flushed rosy. Which is weird, given you should be the one feeling shame! You made a real mess in your pursuit of a yummy breakfast.

Luckily, a distraction comes bounding down the stairs before you have to figure out what to say after that little display of voracity. There might have been a time in your life when you and Chiyuri were thick as thieves—as sisters really, given your ages and history—but when you entered middle school and she started to bloom into a beautiful social butterfly and you remained a humble little caterpillar, your bond was quick to shrivel and dry up. Most days she hardly pays you any mind at all, and it's better that way, given how dazzling her attention can be when she amps up that winning smile of hers. You might get a happy birthday from her, maybe even a hug if you're lucky, but otherwise, it's just another day for one of the most popular girls in town.

Instead of hurrying past you with a rush of perfume-infused air, however, Chiyuri stops just shy of the table where you sit, as if stopped in her tracks by some invisible force. So caught up in the embarrassment of looking like a grizzly on honeycomb, you hardly register it's you that has her so stunned, until a cursory investigation sees her brows set to furrow above usually sparkling eyes. She leans forward, turning her head as if to appraise you properly, and when she speaks, it's nothing you've ever managed to hear coming from her mouth.

"Did you stuff your bra today?"

"Chiyuri!"

Although Aunt Hina had made a real business of scrubbing out her dishware, she was still aware of enough of her surroundings to chide her daughter from the kitchen, shooting her a gentle glare from around the bend of the kitchen.

"What? It's true, isn't it? Her chest is way bigger than yesterday. She looks like she's going to pop a button!"

"What goes on under her blouse is none of your business, Chiyuri. It's an important day for Aiko. Maybe she just wanted to... change things up a little."

Hina offers you one of her trademark smiles of encouragement, mortifying though it is to be on the receiving end of. The fact she also seemed to think you were trying to look like... like that... made her earlier looks all the more embarrassing. Why was she always so supportive?!

"I mean, I guess. But why pick today of all days? You got a boyfriend we don't know about? Older guy, waiting for you to be legal?"

"Chiyuri!"

"What? It happens! If anything, we should be happy for her, finally finding someone to look pretty for."

Maybe today wasn't going to be as peaceful as you had hoped.

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Oh no! I'm being such a slob even Hina-san was starting to find it awkward! My mind goes blank for a few moments with a complete failure of coming up with any means of remedying this situation. I'm left just staring vacantly down at my plate, even as Hina goes about with other busywork. It seemed my torment wasn't about to end any time soon as I'm only brought out of this mentally crashed state by a comment from Chiyuri that rattled me right out of my post pancake awkwardness and straight into a whole new kind altogether.

I'm left wide eyed and frozen like a deer in headlights for the first few moments of the exchange that follows. Stuff my... bra... shit, its my uniform! She noticed it was too tight and she thinks I did something deliberately to it! Now she thinks I'm a whore selling myself out to the school janitor in exchange for drug money! Before I can respond to try and put a stop to this confusion before it spiralled out of control. Hina-san jumps in with a response that... seems to indicate she also thinks I've stuffed my bra. I turn to look out her, mouth agape, a motion which repeats back and forth between the two women as I'm left gasping by each comment that follows.

"I'm not stuffing my bra!" I yell out, perhaps a little louder than necessary as I bounce out of my seat. "It's my uniform... its tighter than normal..." I grip the hem of my skirt nervously and look away. I didn't want to say anything about it until after school. I didn't want Hina-san to feel bad about sending me off in a shrunken uniform. "I think it shrunk in the wash. I noticed it when I put it on but I didn't want to cause a fuss."

My cheeks burn bright red as I look between the two of them, doing my best to at least stay coherent while I spoke. "I don't have a boyfriend! I'm not padding my bra. And... my boobs have always been big." A statement I begin unintentionally emphasising when my hand unconsciously moving to my chest, cupping the heft of my cleavage as I spoke. "Its just not normally as noticeable as today, okay!"

Though with that all said and done, was there some truth to what Chiyuri was saying? I look back down at my own chest. Were they bigger? That wouldn't explain why my skirt felt smaller as well though. But I suppose its possible they were a little bit bigger too. I try and feel how they weigh, taking turns to lift one and then the other with each palm. It wasn't just my blouse, my bra had also been a little less comfortable than normal to put on as well, but I hadn't started to notice anything was off until I put my blouse on. Maybe I had a bit of a growth spurt last night. Seems a bit ridiculously to happen exactly on my eighteen birthday, but I suppose it could have also happened a week or two ago and I'm only just noticing now because of the uniform shrinking. I bite my lip as I puzzle it over, shifting my chest from side to side and up and down to see if anything felt different about how my tits shook and bounced. Only to freeze up when I realised I was doing all of this in front of Chiyuri and Hina-san.

"Uhhh..." I look up at them and cover my chest with my arms as I try to think of something suitable to say. "...I should really get going before I'm late."

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Though you get the idea Aunt Hina wants nothing more than to try an mediate this situation into non-existence, if only because the possibility that she's had a part in bringing it to light, though given her track record of housekeeping, it's hard even for her to imagine she'd accidentally shrunk your uniform without doing the same to her daughter's. Of course, Chiyuri has never been one to back down on pretty much anything, really. It was probably at least half the reason she's such a star at school—pure force of personality. The other half is quite pertinent to the conversation at hand, of course.

"I know you've always had big ones, but this is... way different," She seems equal parts mesmerized and befuddled as you play with your tits through the thin fabric of your uniform blouse, leaning in to get a closer look as though they might whisper the secrets of their growth to her at any moment, "They might be bigger than mine now..."

When you look up and realize the show you're putting on, Hina is quick to clear her throat, if only to try and regain control over this bizarre change of circumstances. She was the adult here. Or, you supposed, the most senior adult, now that you were officially of age to count yourself one of them.

"I agree. Chiyuri, why don't you walk your cousin to school today? It's her birthday, and the two of used to be so close. There won't be many more days like this together; you should make the most of it while you still can."

You imagine Chiyuri would balk at the idea of walking to school with you. It wasn't out of malice, at least you didn't think so, but the two of you operated on totally different planes when it came to the world outside this house. She was a queen bee, head of the hive, swimming with the big fish and you... well, you preferred it at the bottom of the pond, where nobody paid much mind to anything. Bringing you up to the surface with her would be almost as cruel as dragging her down into the mud with you. Maybe she'd agree to leave the house with you, maybe even walk a few blocks, but eventually she'd peel off once out of sight of her mother, and you'd go about your usual route, and all would be well.

But today was proving to be a very different sort of day, for reasons beyond even your birthday.

"I... I mean, fine, I guess. But I'm not bringing Yuji with us! He's probably not even out of bed yet," A roll of her eyes indicates just how little Chiyuri thinks of her brother these days, and it's not surprise, given they seemed to have diverged even harder than you and they individually, "Meet me outside when you're ready."

There's little ceremony to her departure, grabbing a yogurt and something to drink from the fridge and hurrying to finish up the last few touches of her ensemble. While she does, Hina takes the opportunity to reassert herself, crossing the kitchen to rest a reaffirming hand on your shoulder.

"Don't let her get to you, sweetie. She's just a little... surprised, is all. You do look different today, but it's a good different! Like you're... coming into your own, hm?" She knits her brows sympathetically, trying to find the right words to put you at ease without totally lying to your face, "We'll go shopping once you're off school and get something a little more comfortable for you. It's been a while since we've had to buy new underwear anyway..."

Mortifying. Horribly mortifying. But perhaps not as mortifying as trying to squeeze your chest into your existing clothes as you had earlier, every day, for the rest of the year. It was bad enough you'd have to go to school today with so much straining to pop free.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The rather intense attention Chiyuri seemed to be giving my cleavage didn't help the scaling heat that was rising beneath my cheeks. I tried to wrap my arms tighter still against my chest, but that just caused my pillowy tits to squeeze and strain against the confines of my bra and my blouse's buttons all the more. "Please stop staring like that!" I whined, casting my gaze off to the side as I fidgeted on the spot. This was so shameful. People are going to think I'm some sort of indecent pervert if they keep noticing the way Chiyuri has.

Fortunately Hina is quick to step in and get us both back on track. Though the way she does so makes the whole situation seem rather sombre. Sure, Chiyuri and I were probably going to go lead very different lives after high school, but that didn't mean we wouldn't still see each other, right? We'd have family gathers, and we could always just hang out and catch up. I know we weren't exactly all that close right now... but after high school maybe all of that popularity stuff won't matter as much so we could hang out more again... I suppose I never really thought about it too much, but I part of me always quietly assumed - or at least hoped - that that would be the case.

Perhaps Chiyuri also felt a bit bad at the notion of us not having much more time to spend with each other, as she surprisingly agrees without too much fuss. Though she makes a point of not wanting to wait for Yuji. Which, to be fair, I wouldn't wait for him either. He was never on time anymore, and if I was going to be arriving at school looking like I've hit my delinquent phase then the least I could do is be on time.

With Chiyuri grabbing her things before heading out, I'm left a moment to release all the breaths I hadn't realised I had been holding in, letting myself relax a little with Hina's comfort. "But I haven't done anything different today..." I murmur at her comments about me coming into my own. "Though... yeah... I could do with something less tight... now that we've been talking about it, I'm really starting to feel how uncomfortable my bra has been getting."

I shift from side to side, seeing if there was any room to adjust it through my shirt, but my chest was filling it up so fully already that there wasn't much adjusting that could be done. A part of me wanted to take it off and leave it behind today, but given how worried I already was from the attention I might get from my tight blouse, the idea of someone noticing I wasn't wearing a bra was even more dreadful.

"Thanks, Hina! Want me to meet you by the café after school?" I ask as I start to grab the rest of my things, politely saying goodbye before I hurry on out the door after Chiyuri.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Hina gives you an affirmative nod.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll be waiting for you when you get off of school, and we can go right to the store after we've eaten."

Whatever may lay ahead for you, at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel. A yummy snack at a cafe you love, and the promise that tomorrow, you won't have to deal with tight anything. Hopefully you'll manage to keep a low enough profile today so that nobody even remembers anything was amiss, and your eighteenth year of life can blend into the others as uneventful and full of peace. Once you've gathered up your school supplies, you head off into the morning light, finding Chiyuri flicking through her phone just outside the gate of your humble home's walled in yard. When she spots you coming over, she slips it back into her bag and crosses his arms, appraising you once more.

"... This is so wild. What did you do? Like, seriously. It has to be something," You've never been on the receiving end of such scrutiny from Chiyuri before, and if you knew it'd get you anywhere, you might even beg at this point to get her to stop, "Whatever. It doesn't matter; at least you don't look so plain now. Still a little mousy, but hey, some guys think that's cute."

Uncrossing her arms, she marches over to you, her eyes focused less on your figure now and more on the clothes themselves. Giving a little tsk, she reaches up without invitation and grabs at the top two buttons of your blouse. Her fingers are swift enough that before you know it, she's undone them and spread the neckline out a little, such that your cleavage presses up and out in relief, letting the sunlight hit the valley between your girls in a way it never had, not even at the beach! Giving a little jiggle to see that they're seated properly, she moves down a little lower to grab at your thigh-highs and slip them down a little, smoothing them out without so much as a thought for propriety, such that your legs have a little more breathing room than you're used to—even accounting for the fact your skirt seems to sit much higher than before.

"There! Now you don't look so frumpy. Well, at least below the neck. We really should do something with your hair at some point," Without thinking, she brushes a few strands of your tawny locks from your face, eyebrows knitting in thought, "But this will do for now. Alright, come on. I've got friends waiting for me, and you probably want to hide out in the library until class anyway."

Does it make it better or worse that she's at least a little bit right? You're sure, if you could justify it to your teachers, Watanabe-san would let you find a quiet little corner of the library to wait out the day in. The school's librarian had always been sweet to you, something of a kindred spirit who much preferred the company of literature and quiet to the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Doubtless that was what led her down her career path, though she's only been a librarian for as long as you've been a student at the school. How she might react to your new... well, look, is up for debate, but she'd probably be much less vocal about it than your aunt or cousin, and for that, you could be thankful.

Chiyuri wastes little time hurrying out the gate and off onto the street, leaving you to close it behind you and catch up, both in terms of your pace and, perhaps, in terms of your lives; it's a rare opportunity to get some candid one-on-one time with a girl who, not so many years ago, served as an aegis against all the scary things in your life, just as any big cousin ought to do.

Chiyuri

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[Lazy Kitsune]

Oh no! I only just left the front door and I'm already being verbally assaulted yet again by Chiyuri's questioning. The day has barely even begun and I already feel like I've been through the gauntlet of social humiliation. "I've really not done anything!" My flustered response is followed by an equally worried whine as Chiyuri starts to march over to me and I raise my hands over my face - as if that could cause me to disappear from her sight and be spared further confrontation - or perhaps to protect myself having provoked her into thinking I had become a dangerous delinquent liar and the only way to set me straight was to beat it out of me.

Perhaps both of those were outlandish instincts on my part, but I still felt utterly thrown by what actually happened next as Chiyuri began unbuttoning my blouse. "W-wait!" I cry out, or at least try to, though I doubt I'm able to verbalise much more than a wavering 'waah' sound. "What are you doing?" I watch in horror as she spreads the neckline open and the fabric gives with ease and settles into this more revealing position as if naturally inclined to do so, perhaps pushed apart somewhat by the size of the bust currently trying to spill out from my top. Its obvious now just how prone my tits are to jiggling at even the slightest motions, even within the squeeze of my bra. Beyond Chiyuri's own little examination, I continued to cause them to bounce and shake from my own frantic squirming on the spot as my mind freezes up. It seems the ordeal wasn't to end at just my bust, however, as she even begins adjusting my thigh highs to show off more of my legs. The shorter coverage of my skirt already left me feeling the breeze a little more than normal, but now this was making me feel practically naked!

I'm still left fumbling for words as she starts talking afterwards and even has a go at adjusting my hair a little before deciding that what she had done to me so far was enough for... whatever standards it was that she was going by. "What did you do that for?" I ask, though with her already moving on, I have no choice but to quickly catch up once my feet remember how to move. "I can't show up looking like this! What will people think?" I blurt out, although I don't know if I have the strength of personality to really meaningfully push back against Chiyuri when it comes to matters like this. Maybe I can find a moment to neaten my uniform back out at the school after we part ways. Besides, as tight as my blouse is, its a bit tricky to try and button it up again while moving... and it does feel a little more comfortable now that the top two buttons had been undone. I suppose its not like people really notice me most of the time, so its probably fine to leave it... at least while on the way to school. I can probably fix it up before classes begin.

Right now, especially after what Hina had said before we left, I wanted to focus on Chiyuri. Although as we walked together, I found it a little hard to bring up topics of conversation. We used to do so much together that these chats were effortless. But these days... I don't know... my few times listening in to the conversations she has with her friends have just left me even more confused about what she likes, and I highly doubt she's picked up reading as a hobby recently or she probably would have told me as much herself. It felt bad, knowing she was one of the few people I used to have no issue talking to, only to now feel almost as much anxiety around her as I do strangers. During our walk, I kept glancing towards her, opening my mouth to speak, only to shut it again and look down at my feet.

"S-so..." I eventually manage to force out. Although I didn't really have anything to say... though now that I've said something I need to finish it. "H-have you got anything planned for today?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though turmoil fills your chest as the two of you, Chiyuri carries herself with all the ease in the world, as if nothing could bring down her day. It's only when you finally summon your courage to speak up that she even acknowledges your trailing a few steps behind her, turning with a quizzical look on her face as you manage to complete your inquiry. There isn't nearly as much hesitation in her answer, but it does take her a second or two to piece it together, perhaps for the simple reason that you've never really asked after her business before today.

"I was going to go to karaoke with a few of the girls after school, I guess. I don't even really like singing, but Kana-chan loves it and the food is usually pretty alright. Then I was going to meet up with my boyfriend and probably fool around a little bit. He gets a little randy when his parents are off on business."

You hadn't even known she had a boyfriend, though in hindsight, how could a girl like her not? She was pretty and fun and popular, the type of person who seems to naturally draw others in with a mixture of good looks and a winning personality. It also stands to reason that someone as fearless as Chiyuri would also have no problem 'fooling around' with that boyfriend, though the casualness of the admission does make your cheeks warm a little bit. Did students really get up to that sort of thing? It felt so... early!

"Are you... asking if I'm free? Oh, gosh, did you want me to do something for your birthday?" The realization seems to sink in, and her eyes widen, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not, like, offended or anything, it's just that we don't really... talk or anything, anymore. I didn't think you'd want me involved in anything you do. Or, be involved in anything I do. Every time anybody talks to you, you look like you wanna find the nearest rock and crawl underneath it."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Chiyuri always seemed so sure of herself when it came to matters like this. But just the thought of even talking about 'fooling around' with someone made me feel like I was about to freeze up. And while I'm far from an expert, my general understanding is that's typically the worst thing you could do in that sort of situation. Just holding a guy's hand felt like a daunting hurdle to overcome. Its not that I thought Chiyuri was doing anything wrong or too quickly... but if I picture myself doing anything similar it suddenly seems... overly lewd... or hasty... or doomed to fail... or I'd just embarrass myself... or people would start talking about it... or I could get hit by a bus. That last one may not seem related to the situation but it carries the same kind of weight to me. She made it seem easy though. Which... I don't know if I'd go so far as to say I was jealous of, as its not exactly a talent I would be able to benefit from due to my own preferences to more quiet and simple affairs, but I certainly found it impressive. Though how brazenly she talks about it did make me blush a little. I don't know how she does it.

"Oh! Oh no!" my own eyes widen. I hope I didn't put her on the spot with my question. This is so like me! "No, I figured you'd have plans! You usually do. I guess I was just... curious about them. Like you said, we don't really talk much anymore so I kind of wanted to get to know what things you've been getting up to lately. Like... I didn't know you had a boyfriend. I mean, I kind of assumed, but I didn't know."

My brain quickly runs through all the guys I've seen hanging around Chiyuri to figure out who could be her boyfriend, but quite frankly all of them seem into her enough to be possible candidates.

"So... who are you seeing? Do I know him?" I ask. Boy talk. That should be easy enough to manage. I know plenty of boys. Not... all of them all that well... but I still 'know' them. It felt like a dumb question immediately after asking it, but honestly, I didn't know what else to talk about. But maybe this was how people do this most the time anyway? Just ask about what someone's already mentioned and keep going until a conversation happens. Its worth a shot, and better to practice with someone like Chiyuri while we were alone rather than at school surrounded by everyone else.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Chiyuri furrows her brows when you mention how little the two of you talk, and although she almost seems to pout at the thought, she doesn't exactly contest you. It wasn't as if either of you had made an effort to try and keep up, though there is a sting that lingers from knowing that it had been much easier for her to break from you than vice versa.

"It's not exactly serious, but I've been seeing Daiki-san for a few months now. He's been after me since second year, and I finally caved. He's honestly a bit of a jerk, but he knows when to rein it in around me. Not bad at giving head, either."

You did know Daiki-san, as a matter of fact, though it was better to say you knew of him rather than knowing him directly. He was the captain of the school's baseball team and the exact sort of guy you'd imagine pursuing Chiyuri; tall, athletic, and handsome. And good with his tongue, according to your cousin, though you really didn't want to know that about him. Or Chiyuri, frankly. But she doesn't seem especially ashamed of it, so maybe it's best to follow her lead and pretend it isn't something embarrassing.

"There are a few others, too, but he's the main one. He likes to make a big show of staking his claim, so a lot of the other guys have backed off since we started dating. But you know how... well, no, I suppose you don't, do you? I don't think I've ever seen you with a boy."

Your cousin stops for a moment, turning back to look you over once more, and you get the idea she's admiring her work with your outfit as much as she is appraising your altered appearance. A dyed eyebrow raises as she speaks again.

"Have you ever thought about changing that? I mean, you aren't ugly or anything. Just... plain. If you dressed up a little more, you could probably bag any guy you wanted. Not that that's a good thing, mind you. You're just shy enough that they'd probably see you as an easy lay," She ruminates on that a moment before widening her eyes for a moment, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. If you just want to blow off some steam, I could probably help you find someone. Some of the 3rd years are pretty darn good."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I start nodding along to Chiyuri's words, my hands clenched nervously near my cheeks as I shake of the uneasy feeling of possibly having made Chiyuri feel bad, or maybe just confused, by my comment about us not talking much these days. Though even with my own awareness of the kind of person Chiyuri is and how blasé she could be, I was caught completely unprepared by what she said next. My hands quickly shoot up and clasp the sides of my head, as if to block out Chiyuri's words as my cheeks flush crimson. "Chiyuri! You can't just say things like that!" I cry out, my fingers starting to shift through my hair as if trying to scratch out the image that just flashed through my mind of Chiyuri getting eaten out by her boyfriend.

With how she seems to leap off of the topic almost right away however, I'm instead left feeling awkward for reacting at all. I mean... its not like I was surprised she was doing stuff like that... but that doesn't mean I knew how to talk about it. It felt so scandalous. Her casualness actually helps me bring myself back down to the conversation quite quickly though, even if I'm left pouting with uncertainty about the whole thing.

I huff, puffing out my chest a bit more with the motion, as I cast my gaze downwards, unable to meet Chiyuri's gaze for a multitude of reasons now. For one thing, I still hadn't gotten the image of her spreading her legs while a guy's head was between her skirt. Fortunately my mind's eye was positioned where that meant I couldn't see anything, but it was made all the worse when her comment about their being a 'few others' immediately made me jump to the conclusion of picturing two more guys, one on either side of the first one, kneeling down with their heads between Chiyuri's legs. Which was only made worse when the whole image finally popped out of my head just to be replaced with one of me sitting with a boy between my legs. And quite frankly the me in my head seemed just as flustered and panicked about the whole thing as I was thinking about it.

"I... I've been around boys... Just... not like that!" I say, trying desperately to not sound like I was about to start hyperventilating if this topic of conversation continued. Though I soon find myself once again being examined by Chiyuri in a way I really wasn't used to from her. Was this how she normally acted around her friends these days?

"Easy?" I repeat that word in shock before she continues. Oh my god, its true! I really am at risk of a scandalous rumour starting to be spread about me. "What? No! I'm just... I don't want that... I wouldn't know what to do! It'd all go wrong! I'm barely able to say good morning to people, how do you expect me to do something... like that?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your cousin gives you a noncommittal shrug as you try to explain to her just how much you oppose the notion as if it ultimately doesn't matter much to her. Which, ultimately, it doesn't.

"They don't expect you to do much talking, believe me," With a little wave of the hand, she seems to dismiss the conversation, but not before getting a final word in on the matter, "Look, I won't force you or anything, but maybe it'd be good for you. You're eighteen now. When else are you going to get to fool around with boys without consequences? University? Maybe you won't be struggling, but not everyone lives in the library."

Re-contextualized in that light, you suppose her laissez-faire attitude makes a little more sense. After you two graduate, you'll be off to higher education, which is its own set of difficulties, and then into the corporate world. Your uncle had managed to land quite a cushy position at a big firm, letting your aunt take up the lofty position of a housewife, but the cost of that was evident in the fact you hardly saw him. The window for cutting loose seemed to shrink with every day. Not a huge deal for those whom the very idea terrified, but for the more free-spirited, a looming deadline.

"I'm getting it all in while I can. If you ever wanna try it out, let me know. Might help you unwind a little bit. You're a bit high-strung, y'know?"

Thankfully, Chiyuri seems to close the book on that particular string of mortifying conversation, leaving you to stew in the knowledge that not only does she consider you 'high-strung', which, okay, fair, you did equate foreplay with a boy to getting hit by a bus only moments prior, but she also seems to think the solution is to spread your legs and let those very same boys dig in like an all-you-can-eat buffet!

The school looms heavy in the distance as you make your approach. Ordinarily, you'd not even come within sight of the campus before Chiyuri broke away from you, leaving your close relations all but unknown to the general population. Whether your aunt's words weigh on her, or your new... is it a new appearance? Your current look makes you more palatable to her, she accompanies you almost right up to the gate, spinning around with a complicated expression on her face.

"Well... this... this is... ugh. Happy birthday, Aiko. I'll see you at home, okay? Try not to melt before you meet up with Mom and if you really feel like you're going to, remember... if they're staring? It's because they like what they see."

That might be one of the worst pep talks you've ever received. But before you know it, Chiyuri breaks away to meet up with the usual group of girls you see her with; almost all of them some flavor of bleach-blond or highlighted, with pretty nails, and nice make-up, and skirts that you couldn't fathom wearing so high yourself.

... Until today.

A swift breeze that nearly drags the garment in question up over your panties sets you to hurry through the gates. Your hopes of going incognito are shattered almost immediately when the teacher posted there does a double take at your passing, as if unable to believe his eyes. You're met with many gazes of that same variety as you hurry through the courtyard and towards the building itself, although not every gaze is one-to-one. While plenty of girls seem shocked by your sudden change in wardrobe, it takes all of a second or two for the boys to go from surprised to leering.

The buffet metaphor earlier feels all too accurate now, as the hunger in each set of eyes that follows you sinks in with every step you take, until you eventually hit the front doors and scurry through, making your way out of instinct towards the one place you feel truly at ease at school—the library.

Conveniently located on the first floor, it's all but empty this early in the morning. You'd have to make your way upstairs for homeroom before too long, but in the solace of the shelves, you're able to collect yourself as best you can, given the situation. The librarian, Sato-san, is not at her post at the front desk, giving you a few minutes of privacy without the need to explain to yet another soul that no, you are not stuffing your bra, no, this is not on purpose, and that no, you are not reinventing yourself and do not need the encouragement!

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"Some rack on that girl, huh? And that attitude. I love 'em when they're just that right kind of slutty. Not a full-on bimbo, but definitely willing to throw it back behind the school with the right motivation. You could learn a thing or two from her."

It's only been long enough for you to calm your breathing before a voice shocks you from your seconds-long calm. It's a rough, gravely voice, not the sort you'd expect from a fellow student, and definitely not belonging to any of the male faculty. You spin around to face the source, finding nothing but a row of books and nobody peeking through the slits between the carefully cataloged volumes. As you glance up and down each end of the aisle, a whistle follows from nearby.

"Up here. You really gotta work on your spatial awareness. Well, we gotta work on it. Don't worry; I'm great at this."

You need only cast your eyes upwards before you catch sight of something that, against all odds, manages to make your day even worse. Perched up on the highest shelf, lounging on a row of non-fiction, is a little red... well, not a man. A little red man-shaped creature with a slender, lean body, long spindly arms that terminate into clawed hands, fuzzy legs that end in a set of charcoal black hooves, and tattered, leathery wings that seem to stretch out twice as wide as he is long. Atop his thin neck is a bulbous skull that looks more monkey than it does human, with jutting fangs and pale, beady little eyes, crowned by a few messy knobs of horn that sprout just above his pointy ears. It's hard to tell where exactly it starts, but a long, scorpion-like tail dangles above his head, clearly part of him somehow.

The only thing that the creature wears on its body is a stained brown loincloth around its privates, but you scarcely have time to critique its wardrobe, so busy you are suppressing the urge to scream. Something he doesn't seem to pick up on, as he flashes you a toothy grin, looking equal parts cheeky prankster and predatory animal as he does.

"A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Your Highness. Your humble servant, Zabubachegoron, lays himself at your service."

Zabubachegoron

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[Lazy Kitsune]

High strung? I mean... yes... but she makes it sound like I'm choosing to be problematic about it. There's really no choice going on here... I just get nervous. Okay, maybe a bit more than nervous, but these things are scary. Though it sounds like she's just trying to help. Maybe I'd find this all a bit easier if I took her up on her offer. Not to... do that sort of stuff. But to socialise more. If I face my fears more then maybe they'll get less scary. Its true that I won't be able to rely on Hina to offer up a safe space for much longer. I'm going to have to make do on my own. So spending some time now dealing with environments and social circles I might not normally be accustomed to could help with... being ready for the wider world. I don't have to go too far with it, just enough to say I've given making new friends a try.

"Thankyou." I say to Chiyuri as we part ways at the school entrance, though my thanks may come across a bit flat given the words of 'encouragement', if they can even be called that, she leaves me with. I don't want people to stare - whether they like what they see or not. That's still attention and that means if I say or do something stupid someone will see me do it and tell someone else. If they're not looking, then I can get away with and go about my business like nothing happened. I'm not exactly the most graceful person. I'm going to do something to embarass myself like-

"Eeek." I clasp my hands together and shove them down to keep my skirt from lifting at the front as a simple breeze shows that it doesn't take much at all to lift my skirt enough to risk showing off my panties. This is exactly what I meant! It's like I'm cursed!

I scurry forward towards the school entrance, lest the wind molest me any further. Though now I have to deal with the shame of eyes falling upon my body, just as Chiyuri had said and just as I had feared. And from a teacher no less! This was only the start to what was to come as I find my face reddening by the moment, weaving my way through the halls of the school and trying to avoid as few conversations as possible. This was normally the easy part! It was starting to get hard to breathe - at the tightness of my bra certainly wasn't helping.

I dipped into the toilets for a few moments to see if maybe I can adjust it some more. I take a moment before one of the mirrors as I unbutton my blouse and take a look at how my breasts seemed to be trying to spill their way out of my bra. Chiyuri might have a point... they definitely do look bigger. And this bra was just making matters worse. I started tying to loosen the clasp, but a sudden 'pop' led to it launching off of my tits altogether and falling onto the floor. I curse and bend down to try and scoop it up, but it seems like the poor thing had met its end trying to contain my tits. I look around with rising panic, before fear of someone walking in while I have my tits out takes over and I toss it in the nearby bin and quickly button up my blouse again before leaving. Great job, Aiko... now you have to worry about people noticing that you're braless too. It doesn't help that having experienced that moment of freedom, my fully buttoned up blouse feels too tight so I did it back up again the way Chiyuri had styled it. This will all go back to normal once I get larger clothes - this is just for today. At least it can't get any worse than this.

---

The only thing that stops me from screaming by the time the shock passes is the fact that I was in the process of fainting. I'm jolting back to consciousness by the feeling of my head thumping its back against the bookshelf behind me as I land on my ass on the floor, legs splayed out messily. I look up, readjusting my glasses that we knocked askew by my fall, only to be horrified that the creature was still there and not a figment of my imagination after all!

"P-p-p-please don't eat me!" I squeal, raising my arms to cover my face as I turn off to the side. Its only once I've done that do his words get past my panic and the sudden bump to my head. I lower my arms... slightly, so I can turn my head back and peek over them at him. "Wait.... what did you call me?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The grotesque creature quirks whatever amalgamation of thorny flesh and bone makes up his brow when you squeal out your plea for mercy, only to flash you a grin that, for lack of a better term, comes across as distinctly devilish.

"Eat you? Much as I'd like to have a little taste, it's bad form. Lady-retainer privilege and such. But if you insist, I suppose I could make an exception just this once..."

His silvery white eyes seem to linger between your splayed legs for a moment, and you swear you see his nostrils flare at the promise of what's between them before your other inquiry manages to break him from whatever reverie he's living inside his mind. He gives a quick shake of his head to refocus, and then stands up on those dark hooves of his, bowing ostentatiously from atop the bookshelf.

"I referred to Her Highness as just that; I am but a humble servant of His Majesty, Lord of the Archdevils, King of the Nine Hells, and Master of Darkness," Pulling free of his bow, he gives you a sheepish grin, "His Majesty prefers his servants speak not his name, for the obvious reasons—fire and brimstone, the shrieking of the damned, all that—but I suppose you'd know him as, ah, 'daddy', yeah? Or maybe you're one of his more formal daughters. Father? Sire? My liege? It doesn't matter. He sends you his regards, on this most momentous day of your birth."

He pauses for a moment, clearing his throat.

"And me. He also sends me. Not a bad present, huh? Most young demonesses would prefer nether-jewels or a new set of soul-steel armor, maybe a harem of slender slave boys to see to their every need, but let me tell you; none of those slave boys have half as much knowledge as I do about rearing a proper succubus. And you... Well, you're going to need some rearing. A lot of rearing, from the looks of it."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I... must have hit my head sooner than I thought. Someone whistled at me, I spun around too quickly... hit my head and I've just been imagining everything else while I lie down drooling on the floor looking like a complete idiot. People are probably laughing at me right now... or wondering how a bump on the head would even phase me because my skull must be empty. Although... maybe I should prefer this... Dealing with a little... red... scary... monster man. That other circumstance is a social humiliation I probably don't want to wake up to. Which... am I really less frightened of this than I am being found unconscious in the library. Hmm... dressed like I am currently... yeah, this is less frightening.

Especially because he seems to be... being nice to me? Or at least... in some form of respectful. I don't know if I'd call leering between my legs the most gentlemanly behaviour ever but he was treating me as if I was important. Like I'm royalty. This bump to my head must be making it harder for me to think than normal... although I doubt anyone would be able to wrap their head around something as sudden as this easily. I try to sit upright a bit more, rubbing the back of my head.

"What are..." I pause, peering up at this Zabu...something... "What are you? What do you mean present? I... I think you've got the wrong person. I don't know my dad. No one does, and its no more likely that whoever he is knows me." I say. Although whoever he is, he does have my birthday right... but... wait, there's much more weirder stuff going on than that!

I hurriedly scramble onto my feet, grabbing a book from the shelf behind me and raising it in the air, ready to throw. My other arm shoots out to point towards the creature as I exclaim "You're a demon!" wide eyed, and ready for throw my book at it. "I've ready enough fantasy to know where this is going! Oh, is this because how I've dressed today? I'm going to hell for breaking the uniform rules aren't I? It's not fair, it wasn't my fault!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Zabu-something throws his head back just far enough to let out a bellowing laugh. You get the feeling he doesn't find you that funny, but he certainly puts a good amount of effort into a proper belly laugh. Which, frankly, coming from him sounds more like the wicked cackling you would associate with some hellish tormentor. Which... you know. He probably is, all things considered.

"An excellent joke, Your Highness. Truly. But there's no mistaking your identity. I triple-checked before setting off for the mortal plane. Not because I've gotten previous princesses mixed, of course. I'd never do that; remember, I'm very good at succubus rearing."

Another little cough to clear his throat. A habit of his, maybe? Or maybe he just finds this as awkward as you do. Hard to tell, given how inhuman his visage is. You weren't especially good at reading actual people, much less demons.

"His Majesty's absence from your life is to be expected. He's a very important man, you know. Far too important to personally visit all his spawn, mortal or otherwise. But know you have a place in his heart, black and wretched though it is. And his court, for that matter," Another fiendish grin, teeth bared like some kind of imp-monkey ready to strike, "You're certainly right about going to hell... just, not for that reason. Not that going to hell is a bad thing. Not for you, anyway. There'll be heralds and a whole welcoming procession for you."

Perhaps growing more comfortable with you, he spreads his huge, bat-like wings, and hops down from the shelf with a quick flutter of them buoying him down to the ground. On level with you, he's distinctly less intimidating, if only because his head only seems to come up to your waist. Something he takes advantage of by dipping down just enough to look up your tightened skirt.

"Uniform violations, honestly. This is quite tame compared to what most of your sisters wear, you know. I can't even see your pu... should I say pussy? It feels wrong. Your royal pussy? Quite a mouthful. We'll workshop it."

He waves a clawed hand as if to dismiss the idea for a later date.

"The point is, you're quite the modest little succubus. Ordinarily, I'd encourage you to get a little bolder, pop a few more buttons and maybe add some tasteful slits to the skirt. But for you? I think modest works. It gives that air of... temptation. Like you're a pretty little package just waiting to be unwrapped by whatever big, strong guy decides to see what's underneath."

His wings flap a few more times, and just like that, he's lifted up enough to be more or less eye-level with you, casting a gaze down your shirt like he's a butcher appraising a fresh carcass.

"Good job dropping the bra, by the way; the suggestion of nipple really gets them going. I'm just about to pop a chub looking at you!"

His grin turns a little sheepish as he realizes himself, peeling away just long enough to flash you an apologetic look.

"Respectfully, of course, Your Highness. A respectful chub."

[Lazy Kitsune]

While my arm lowers a little, the book doesn't leave my grip as he gives me his... explanation? Presentation? Though standing on my feet again and with the bump to my head reduced to only a mild ache, I can now try to focus more on what he's actually saying, especially now that he's come down from the top of the shelf to talk up close. He seemed to be genuine - or as genuine as a demon could be. He certainly seemed to fill his speech with various affectations, but the fact that those affectations were there with the intention of showing deference to me was... unexpected. Like he genuinely believed what he was saying... that I was some kind of daughter to the king of hell.

Which was ridiculous. Me? A succubus? I can barely match the social standards of a human, let alone a... succubus. Oh no, this must be a mix up. I've been to scandalous with my outfit and now I've caused confusion on a cosmic scale. Oh no! But he seems so convinced I'm actually a succubus. Surely a demon would be able to tell that I'm not? How can I convince him? What would a succubus even be like? Not like me, surely, so should just being me help him figure out his mistake and he can go on his way and my day can go back to normal.

Though sadly even that might not be enough, given how my me-ness actually seems to impress him in some fashion. Have I been teasing guys into wanting to... do that... to me, just by being quiet and keeping to myself? How was I supposed to see that coming? That's not fair! Then he flies to eye level just to call attention to my bra situation. I drop the book. Shit. I'm done for. There's no way I can talk my way out of that. I can't blame anyone for thinking I'm some kind of devil spawn from hell for going around school without a bra on.

I cast my eyes down, partly out of shame and partly to examine what it is he's been ogling at. My tits are large enough to fill out my blouse even without a bra, though the extra bounce that comes without the support certainly might catch the eye. And with the right angle, a slip of pink from my areola might just about be visible given the parted buttons on my top. But you'd need to be peering from directly above to see that so that can't be that bad... although now that I'm looking, I might be able to make out the shape of my nipples through the blouse if I stare at my tits enough. Oh phooey.

I shake my head. No, I can't just relent and accept this turn of events. This is a mistake. And its my birthday. That has to earn me some room to be right.

"No, you've got the wrong person." I say, folding my arms in an attempt to cover my tits while also looking stern. Or doing my best to do so in the face of a demon. "My father can't be the... king of hell. And I'm definitely not a succubus. I don't even like talking to people. You're probably looking for one of the popular girls. Maybe there's someone here who shares the same birthday as me? I can help you look if you want." I'm not sure why I offered that last part. I do like being helpful, but oh boy does it put me in awkward situations sometimes.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"With all due respect, Your Highness, there is no way in Hell—hehe—that I've got this mixed up. I've been watching over you for a solid week now, waiting for your powers to surface, and what do you know? Overnight you went from 'damn' to, well... 'DAMN'."

Perhaps realizing you're prepared to dig your heels in on his misunderstanding, the Imp raises a pair of his grubby, clawed fingers and flashes you another one of his impish grins.

"Do you really think all of this is the result of mistaken identity?"

He snaps his fingers, and you feel a sudden force tugging at your chest. Or, more specifically, the buttons of your blouse. The force tightens until, suddenly, the button doesn't just undo itself, but pops off your shirt entirely, shooting across the library.

"... Sorry. Prestidigitation was never my best work."

His grin turns a little sheepish before he commits himself to a look of concentration and snaps again. This time, the force practically shreds down the seam of your blouse, sending buttons scattering until nothing is holding your bare tits back, your girls bouncing free as could be. The same can be said of your skirt, whose fly has spread asunder, falling shamefully down around your legs, alongside your panties, who magically seem to slip over the swell of your hips despite their width to join the pile of garments at your feet. Just like that, you're left nude as the day you were born in the middle of the library.

Zabu does not attempt to hide his leering as it unfolds before him, although he manages to keep himself composed enough to try to make a point. As if you were in any state of mind to listen, at that point.

"Looks even better here than in the shower. And that's saying something because watching you lather up was a treat, let me tell you. And I don't just mean that in a 'I get my rocks off watching women bathe' way, either... even though I kinda do," He shakes his head to try and stay on point. "I've seen more hot, demon tail than almost any imp I know, and you? You're a prime cut of royal meat. The real deal. An honest-to-wickedness succubus-in-training."

The little imp crosses his arms over his chest as if to project confidence in that assessment, while you try your hardest to conceal your nudity and pray nobody enters the library in the meantime. How you'd explain the horrible little monster was beyond you, much less how the horrible little monster had stripped you nude!

"... Of course, it is a little strange, how you haven't managed to transition fully. Everything from the neck down is looking like it should, nice and plump and juicy, but your horns, wings, and tail seem to be taking their sweet time appearing. You been getting enough action lately? Sometimes the residual lust helps speed things along. Kinda like watering a plant, y'know? Not that I would know. We don't have a lot of water down there."

[Lazy Kitsune]

My eyes watch in horror as a lone button pops off from my blouse and flies away, disappearing off into the library. A quiet gasp is all I can manage. This alone would be devastating. I had enough wardrobe trouble so far and I was just barely managing to justify to myself how I was dressed up until now - okay, maybe I wasn't even managing that. But now I was certainly tipped over the line into scandalously lewd with how much cleavage I would be showing off. The fact things could get even worse than this... well, it didn't even cross my mind.

As my clothes began to practically tear themselves away all at the behest of this Imp, I found myself regretting dropping that book. It would be very useful to hit him with it right about now if that would put a stop to this. Although it wasn't like I would be able to do anything with it even if I still had it. So overwhelmed by my sudden disrobing, all I can do is squirm and panic. "What? What?" I ask in alarm as the buttons fly from my blouse, leaving my tits bouncing out into the open. I try and quickly cover them with my arms, but even while this is happening, my skirt was opening itself up just to drop down by my feet, closely followed by my panties. "Hnng! Hyaaa!" I cry out, forgetting any need to try and keep quiet in the heat of the moment. I hunch forward as I move one hand down to cover my most private of places while my other arm wraps as far around my chest as it can to try and keep my nipples covered at least.

"My clothes! What are you doing? Why would you do that?" I ask tearily. "Why does this have to happen to me? What if someone walks in? Oh... my clothes... put my clothes back on, now!"

I wasn't even sure if they could be put back on properly given how the buttons had flown off of the blouse... but it was magic so maybe there was a magic way to fix it. I don't dare move to try and pull them back onto me myself though, keeping my hands exactly where they are to try and at least protect some of my modesty.

"Action?" I repeat back to him, although given the context of the conversation this wasn't too difficult for even me to get. "No! I don't do that sort of thing! I'm just focusing on my studies right now! I'm not that kind of girl!" There was clearly no convincing this Imp that I wasn't a succubus. And... well... given everything that's been happening to me today, and how long he seems to have been spying on me... maybe he's right. I mean, he would know better about demons than I would. But... what am I supposed to do with this?

I look up at him with wide begging eyes as my voice takes on a more pleading tone. "Okay. I'm a succubus. But I don't understand what that means... can you... can you please help me put my clothes back on. Please. And I'll... I'll let you teach me, or whatever it is you're here to do, Mr Zabu....Zabuby.... Zabuba... Mr. Zabu."