I am Succubus! Chapter 276

After I ca back ho from seeing Mr. Isami, I found Mio staring at her phone on the couch. She seed really focused on it for so reason. The television was on, but she hardly paid attention to it.

"What are you staring at?" I asked on the way in.

"Hacchan introduced to this food delivery app thingy and helped set it up. Apparently, you can order food from restaurants and so schmuck delivers it to you! I just ordered so flaming hot wings a few minutes ago. Been watching their car get closer and closer. Hehe… My tongue is already salivating…" Mio's mouth watered like a starved dog.

"Ehh. If you're eating more spicy food, then we're not kissing or having sex tonight."

Mio pouted, but she ultimately chose a full stomach because this food delivery thing was novel to her. Soon, the doorbell rang. She sprung from the couch and buzzed the delivery person in. Our apartnt was gated, so people who didn't live here couldn't just freely enter.

I waited with Mio at the door, which she left wide open even though it didn't need to be. So, we had the most awkward stare down with the delivery person, who ca down the corridor while she bounced with excitent.

"Spicy karaage for Mio?" The college-aged guy, who likely picked up the job to pay his tuition, glanced up at us.

"That's ! Thanks! I got a bonus for you, too. I've seen it in pornos," Mio said.

"Wait a sec…" My mind imdiately played a thousand different scenarios.

Mio lifted her shirt and flashed him, took the food from the stunned man, and shut the door on him.

"This shit is the best!" Mio exclaid, opening the box to a container full of karaage drenched in hot sauce. "I have so much power in the palm of my hand. Why do we even need to cook anymore? Just order sothing off the app whenever we're hungry!"

"Those costs are going to add up— and, hey! You don't like my cooking?" I frowned.

"Of course, I do. You just rarely ever make what I want to eat," she said, stuffing her mouth.

My goof of a girlfriend ate where she stood, not at all concerned that she might spill everything and cause a ss. A ss that I'd likely have to clean up.

"Mio, you should really eat while sitting down. You're going to accidentally spill your bowl. I don't feel like cleaning a ss of fried chicken and sauce right now either," I said.

"Ah, you worry too much. There's no way I'm going to— oh, fuck!" Mio tripped over her own foot, and the box of fried chicken went flying across the room.

Sauce and wings landed all over the couch, and the box splattered against the wall. I put a hand to my face and sighed. anwhile, the perpetrator didn't look repentant in the slightest, just mournful about losing her food.

"Wait a minute…" I whipped out the ti dilation device and spoke the paraters to rewind ti.

The two of us watched as the box flew in reverse, and all the wings and sauce returned to the container until they landed gingerly in Mio's hands.

"Damn! That thing is pretty convenient!" Mio exclaid.

"That's your second chance. Now sit down before you make a ss again!" I warned.

"Okay~" She groaned.

I whipped up dinner for myself to eat and made so rice for Mio to eat her fried chicken with. My mind wouldn't stop wallowing on Mr. Isami's request. It could very easily change him as a person, tweaking mories to such an extent.

Part of wanted to call my mother for help. There was no way I could explain that one of her friends, of whom I regularly had sex with, wanted to adjust his mories though. I'd face the fury of a thousand different levels of an angry parent. Mr. Isami might not survive that revelation either.

"Mio, have you ever gotten requests from soone to remove their mories before?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Bunch of tis!" Mio pulled into the couch like she was going to spill a whole story. "One ti, this dark elf had such a bad experience with anal, she wanted to forget all about it. Another, so dude lost his super strong enchanted weapon or sothing. Couldn't bear to live with himself. Asked to make him forget he ever had it. Hehe. I knew exactly where he had lost it when I looked into his mories. Cleaned his slate and kept it for myself. Gave it to Elly on her birthday!"

"I… That poor guy! You're an asshole!"

"As far as anyone's concerned, he's living his best life a fisherman now." She shrugged.

I was beginning to doubt bringing up Mr. Isami's request would be a good idea now…

"Okay, well… I'm bringing this up to you because Mr. Isami, your past client who is my part-ti sex friend now, wants to remove mories of his wife. They're getting a divorce," I explained.

"Yeah? Sucks. Dude used to spill to about not being happy with his marriage. Guess this is the natural progression, huh? So, what's up? You need advice on mind wiping or sothing?" Mio asked.

"I guess I do. Is there anything I should be worried about?"

She tapped her chin in thought. "For one, removing his mories of his wife probably isn't going to work. You're gonna wanna just tweak it instead. Picture this, he sees his kids and knows he had to have had a wife. But you removed those mories. Sothing might break. Tweak the mories into him thinking his wife was always terrible, and he might not take the divorce as badly. You get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I actually do! Thanks, Mio. I'll bring that up to him and see what he thinks," I said.

It was gradually getting hotter, and with it the intense humidity of my country surrounded by the sea from all sides. A week had gone by now since I told Mr. Isami to think on his decision while going through divorce proceedings. Hopefully, the guy was doing alright.

After wringing dry another client, I went to open the window to get so air. A warm breeze blew in. My pussy was full of freshly squirted jizz from another lonely man. Although being able to constantly have sex and make good money, I still felt unfulfilled. At least in comparison to what I did for Kashiro, as scummy as my thods were.

Mr. Ishioka, who reached out and introduced to this line of work, had hoped that this would spur Japan's declining population into producing children. From what I could tell, all we succubi were achieving was satisfying an urge and not tackling the real problem. Oh, well. The pay was good, and they could always co to when they're ready to take their fingers out of their ears.

My phone played a unique sound bite of a shrill alarm, signaling to that my break was coming up. I got dressed and headed downstairs to the break room, where the AC was blasting and the girls were suckling on popsicles we had bought for them to stave off the heat.

Kashiro should be at his new job right now. Since I was on break, I had ti to check on him. It was a good chance to ss with him, too.

I told so of the girls that I'd be heading out for my lunch break, and to cover for if I wasn't back in ti. Traffic was pretty bad at this hour, so I flew down to Kashiro's workplace instead of driving. The usual retinue of salaryn loitered in front of the convenience store. I gave them a fright, landing so suddenly.

Directly inside, Kashiro was standing behind the counter beside Aika, dressed in a blue and white striped uniform, and offering his best— and failing— service industry smile possible.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally has a job," I mused aloud on the way in.

"Oh, for fuck's sakes." Kashiro rolled his eyes. "You— ow!"

Aika retracted her two fingers in a pinching position and said, "Saeko's a custor. And no cussing while on the clock. Rember what you say and soone enters?"

"Welco…" He forced a smile.

I bought a bento and a bag of chips for Mio. She would throw a fit if I returned empty-handed. When I brought my stuff to the front counter, I had the choice of Aika or Kashiro to ring up. Naturally, I went with the option that brought the most enjoynt and put my stuff in front of him.

Kashiro scanned each and every item stiffly. anwhile, I held eye-contact to make him as uncomfortable as possible. After ringing up and paying him, the two of us stood there in awkward silence.

"Aren't you forgetting sothing?" I grinned.

"What are you doing? Ask if she wants a bag!" Aika nudged him from behind.

"Do you… need a bag for all this?" Kashiro groaned.

"I'm glad you asked! Yes, please. I'd like a bag for my stuff, thank you."

Kashiro stuffed everything into a plastic bag and shoved it across the counter.

Satisfied with a light teasing and content that he held his end of the bargain, I left him to his fate to work. Kashiro texted while I was on my way back to Tsuki. It was mostly him cursing out and vowing to fuck senseless the next ti we et.

As if that was necessary. I succeeded in helping Kashiro get a job, so there was no need to put out to him any longer. A deep sense of accomplishnt filled my being. I helped soone get back on their feet! Even if that soone didn't really deserve it.

My succubus powers and Gerdell's ti dilation device could do so serious good. Actually… when was that damned chronomancer coming to collect this? Well, more power to .

I got back to Tsuki and found Mr. Isami waiting for in the lobby. He was twiddling his thumbs, but jumped from his seat as soon as he saw .

"How did things go?" I asked.

"I'm officially a divorced man now." Mr. Isami showed his ring finger, devoid of a matrimonial ring but the imprint was evidenced of one being there. "I also still want to go through with removing the mories of my wife."

"About that…"

Before we started, I explained to Mr. Isami what Mio had told about adjusting his mories of his wife rather than removing them. He seed hesitant at first, and who could bla him? Having those mories vanish wasn't as hard a pill to swallow compared to transforming the good ones to bad ones.

Ultimately, Mr. Isami agreed. His reasoning being that he wouldn't be seeing his wife anymore anyway. His voice sounded bittersweet, like he was grieving from being divorced twice.

We went up to my room where I took clients. Soone had already spruced up the place, and it slled like mint. I had Mr. Isami lay flat on the bed, while I sat on the ground beside his head. Using my succubus magic, I slowly lulled him to sleep. My aura created a connection for to slip into his consciousness after. Hundreds of thousands of mory snippets flitted through . Even though of him screwing my lights out replayed and got in the mood again. Fortunately, he had told beforehand what to block out. I only needed to focus on those mories, and a bigger picture ca into view.

A beautiful wife dressed in a wedding gown at the very end of the aisle, and Mr. Isami slowly walking down amidst tearful friends and families. Him and his wife holding their first child. The three of them celebrating holidays together.

After those happy mories flitted past , the somber ones ca next. Argunts over the smallest things, struggling finances, and dealing with children reaching their rebellious phase were among the many. It made think of my own relationship with Kana and Mio. Would we ever get to a point of being fed up with each other like Mr. Isami and his wife? I hated the thought of it.

My parents, too. Had they fallen out of love, and only stayed together out of social appearances as a stable family? Being an adult ca with all these problems. Life was so much easier as a student, when all I had to worry about was howork and getting to school on ti.

I brushed these thoughts aside for sanity's sake. I had to focus on Mr. Isami's mories. Using the magic of my succubus aura, I placed ntal blocks on all the happy mories involving his wife until only the unhappy ones remained. This way, his children wouldn't accidentally trigger a logic problem. Simply removing his wife from his mories would only cause problems. If his marriage was never a happy one, then he would be glad about the divorce.

As soon as I created the final block, I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from my brows. That turned out to be much tougher than expected. I retreated from Mr. Isami's mind and back to my senses in the waking world. He was still sound asleep. When next he wakes, mories he had of his wife, even the pleasant ones, would bring in unhappiness. I could only hope I made the right move.

Even as night fell, I stayed with Mr. Isami until he stirred. His eyes fluttered a little bit, seemingly not too sure of where he was.

"Oh, hello. How long have I been asleep for?" Mr. Isami asked.

"Most of the afternoon," I said and checked the ti to make sure. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I suppose. I can't believe I slept for half the day. It's getting late, and I better get going. Starting today, I'm a free and single man! Free from my wife! Maybe we can see each other later in the week? Now I can sleep and date whoever I want without guilt," he said.

"Sure. Just na the ti and place." I winked.

Mr. Isami asked for a kiss and hug before leaving. It looked like things went well, and his mind was still intact… for the most part. Nothing about him stuck out as strange to either. Which ant this turned out to be a success. For his sake, I really hoped so.