A thick veil of steam fills the bathroom.
The sound of water filling the bathtub is drowned out by Mia’s protesting moans.
"S-Stop it, Zaira... I told you a thousand tis not to touch there... aaah..."
Mia leans forward with her hands pressed against the mirror, while Zaira stands behind her.
She squeezes her breasts firmly with both hands while nibbling her earlobe.
"You said it yourself that we’re like sisters, right? And among succubi, this is how sisters show their affection and love for each other."
"I-I know you do it to show how much you care about , but... aaaah... it’s... too embarrassing..."
In the mirror’s reflection, Mia sees Zaira pouting in annoyance.
"You preferred it when Chris was groping your breasts, huh?" Zaira mutters accusingly.
"S-Stop saying nonsense... he... aaah... is my brother... and he didn’t do it on purpose..."
Zaira pulls away from her, and Mia can finally breathe again.
"The bath is ready, Mia. Co on, let’s get in."
Mia nods silently and slips into the bath after her, the Tear of Azkarith hanging around her neck — Isabelle ordered her never to take it off.
She sits between Zaira’s legs, her back resting against her disproportionately large chest.
One of the traits of succubi is their well-developed chest and hips, and Zaira is no exception.
Mia pulls her knees to her chest, embarrassed and visibly uncomfortable while Zaira soaps her shoulders with the sponge.
"Is sothing wrong, my sweet Mia?"
Mia shakes her head without saying a word. Taking her silence as permission, Zaira grows bolder.
Her hands slide from Mia’s shoulders down to her chest. She scrubs her breasts firmly with the sponge.
Mia presses her lips together, holding back what she wants to say.
Zaira has shown her affection this way since they were much younger. But Mia has never gotten used to being touched like that.
Over the years bathing and sleeping together beca routine. Zaira’s hands always end up wandering to places Mia would rather they didn’t.
Yet she has never clearly expressed her discomfort.
Sh-She’s my best friend... no, more than that... she’s like a sister... and this is how succubi show affection to those they care about.
If I rejected her, I would hurt her feelings, and the last thing I want is to lose the only friend I have — especially after everything she’s done for .
That’s what she always tells herself. The sa thing she tells herself now while Zaira’s hands roam over her breasts.
Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening makes her freeze. A mont later she hears Isabelle and Chris’s voices.
"Z-Zaira... th-they’re back... if one of them walked into the bathroom and saw us like this, it would be embarrassing..."
Zaira frowns.
"And so what? What would be so embarrassing? Are you ashad to let soone see how close we are?"
"I-It’s not that..." Mia murmurs, intimidated by Zaira’s tone. "Isabelle would understand, but Chris... he doesn’t know how succubi are..."
"Oh... so you’re saying that if Chris walked in, you’d worry he might misunderstand the tenderness between us... instead of seeing you naked?"
"I-I didn’t an that..."
"Then don’t worry about useless things, my sweet Mia..."
Zaira’s voice is now a soft, warm whisper. She is so close that Mia can feel her lips brushing her ear.
"...you are the most important person in my life. I gave up everything to stay by your side — I don’t deserve to be treated so coldly, don’t you think?"
"Y-You’re right, but—"
Mia suddenly stops when she hears moans coming from the room next door — Isabelle’s bedroom.
They aren’t Isabelle’s. They’re Chris’s.
She hears him panting with pleasure and instinctively bites her lip.
Zaira notices both Chris’s moans and Mia’s reaction.
"Now I understand... you’d like to be there with him, wouldn’t you? You wish it were you giving him that pleasure, right?"
Zaira’s hands slide down from Mia’s breasts.
She stiffens when they brush her lower abdon.
"Z-Zaira... please, not there..."
Mia’s voice is a faint whimper. Zaira has never gone this far before. It scares her — but guilt gnaws at her too.
"You didn’t answer my question, Mia."
"C-Chris... he’s my brother. I-I would never think of him like that..."
"You’re a damn liar."
Zaira’s hands slide between Mia’s thighs — dangerously close to her most intimate place.
"You chose a stray over your childhood friend. Ridiculous. I knew it — I never should have left my place in Ravessia. I’m a Narkhalis. Unlike your family, mine still rules its own kingdom. I could have been queen, but I stayed by your side. If I could go back, I’d never make that choice again for soone like you."
"P-Please, Zaira, it hurts to hear you talk like this... I... I’m truly grateful for what you did. I an it..." Mia sobs, tears in her eyes.
"Then it’s ti you prove it."
Zaira caresses between Mia’s thighs with one hand while the other rises to her chest again. She briefly teases her nipple, then slides her hand up to her cheek and forces her to turn until they are face to face.
Then her lips press against Mia’s. Zaira parts them and her tongue slips out, trying to slide into her mouth — but it’s kept tightly shut.
"Co on, my sweet Mia. Show your gratitude. Kiss — let touch you."
Mia’s eyes are squeezed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Her body trembles with fear as she feels Zaira’s fingers between her legs, her tongue still trying to force its way into her mouth.
But the mont Zaira’s fingertips brush her most intimate place, sothing snaps inside Mia.
She suddenly opens her eyes wide. Her irises blaze with bright pink light, and her pupils stretch into golden reptilian slits. The Tear of Azkarith begins to glow.
"Take your hand off ."
Zaira jerks back, but her hand is still between Mia’s thighs.
"M-Mia... what’s wrong with you?"
"I said take your hand off . Now."
Her voice is cold and commanding. Nothing remains of the frightened, suffering girl from a mont earlier.
Now Zaira is the one who feels fear. She quickly pulls her hand away and jumps to her feet. Water drips from her long red hair and naked body.
"Leave."
"M-my sweet Mia... why are you acting like this? Why are you treating the only person who stayed by your side like this?!"
But Mia answers only with a look — sharp enough to need no words.
Zaira jumps out of the bathtub and quickly dresses without even drying off.
"Y-You’re such a bitch, Mia! I was the only person in the world who cared about you, but you chose to abandon . Your loss — now you’re all alone!"
Zaira storms out, slamming the bathroom door.
The Tear of Azkarith stops glowing and Mia’s irises return to their natural shape and color.
Left alone in the bathtub, Mia buries her head between her knees and breaks into silent, desperate tears.
But neither Chris nor Isabelle can hear her — both of them lost in sothing entirely different.
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