I am Succubus!

Chapter 275

We spent most of the morning going over very common interview questions. Unsurprisingly, Kameshiro bungled all of them. It was so bad, even nepotism would have a hard time justifying hiring him. Heck, I wouldn't even give him a chance at being a receptionist in Tsuki!

An hour before noon, we went through the entire training without progress. I was confident that he had not learned a single damn thing, and I tried my damn best.

"So… what's the verdict?" Kameshiro waited for the news while I evaluated him.

"You're hopeless!" I fired mercilessly.

"Weren't you supposed to help me?!" he cried.

"The problem is you don't want to be helped. You're either unconsciously or consciously sabotaging yourself, and I feel like it's the latter."

I threw my hands in the air as a show of surrender. Kameshiro caught up and just picked up the controller to play video games. This was his life, and he seemed perfectly content about throwing it away.

Yet somehow, that made me even more determined. Fate led me to becoming a succubus with incredible magic powers. I should be doing more to help people. It was within my ability to achieve such, and I didn't want to let my time on this world go to waste.

"Get up. We're going out," I said.

"Huh? Where?" Kameshiro stared in confusion.

"There's no better practice than actually doing it. We'll look for job openings around the city and have you apply for them."

Kameshiro sat there, glued to the seat and making a disgusted look.

"You're going to have to make me." Kameshiro folded his arms.

"I literally can… Do you really want to do this the hard way?" I sighed.

"We only practiced for a few hours. I'm clearly not ready. Can we at least do this a couple of more times first?" he pleaded in earnest.

Knowing Kameshiro from high school, he was only going to give this same excuse later. The cycle would continue from there. Too bad for him, I was a succubus. Coercion, magic, and sex appeal weren't my only strengths. So was deception.

"Fine. How about we drop by a convenience store and grab something to eat? My throat is parched from coaching you and sucking your dick all morning," I groaned.

"Don't pretend you weren't slurping my dick like it was ice cream. I know you liked it. But yeah, I'm outta snacks here anyway." Kameshiro agreed.

We went to the konbini down the street. It was kind of a gathering spot for salarymen on their lunch break. Many of them were smoking outside, or chowing down on bentos they had bought from the convenience store.

Apparently, Kameshiro frequented this place a lot. All of his instant ramen were bought in bulk here. He probably never went to a grocery store, and spent his shopping money here instead. The latest advertisements for new anime and products were plastered across the windows. One sign caught my attention— a 'Hiring' sign.

When we entered, a geeky and bespectacled woman behind the counter greeted us in an unprofessional manner. She didn't even look up from her magazine.

"Alright. Time to restock on some instant curry ramen!" Kameshiro skipped over to an aisle.

"Grab me something, too!" I shouted.

Instead of following Kameshiro over, I marched to the counter. The woman finally looked up, then back down to see if I had anything to ring up. The nametag on her chest read, Aika.

"If it's cigarettes you want, you're gonna have to show some ID. And no, I don't care if you're a 1,000 year old succubus," Aika said.

"Why do I get the feeling Hana came through here? I'm more interested in if you guys are still hiring? Not for me though. It's for that doofus singing about curry ramen." I thumbed over my shoulder.

"Yeah, we are… but ugh. He looks sleazy. I kinda don't want a coworker like him… But we do need someone to cover my shifts." She grimaced.

Kameshiro came to the counter with towers of instant ramen packs in his arms. He put them down, only for a few stacks to topple over and roll off. It led to him scrambling to pick them up like a klutz. Aika exchanged unimpressed glances at me, and I was beginning to worry if he already gave a bad impression.

After fetching the fallen packs, Kameshiro also made a show of tossing a couple of condom boxes onto the counter. He threw an arm around my shoulder.

"I'd like these all in a bag. Thanks. Make it quick, too. My hot succubus girlfriend and I have a long night ahead of us." Kameshiro grinned.

"Right this way for an interview." Aika thumbed behind herself to a door in the back. Get full chapters from NoveI-Fire.ɴet

"Uhh… huh?" He glanced between us in confusion.

"You're in luck. This konbini is hiring," I explained.

Kameshiro turned white. He sucked in a deep breath… then ran for the exit. I anticipated this would happen and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt. 

"LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT A JOB!" Kameshiro cried.

"You're going to sit through this interview. I'm leaving you in control enough to answer questions though. Also, here's his resume." I pulled out the folded piece of paper and handed it over to Aika.

"Wait what?! Didn't we just work on that earlier?" He gasped.

As soon as I put Kameshiro down, the charm I'd placed on him took effect. His body moved on its own, heading into the back after Aika opened the door.

"Damn you, Saeko! You're the actual worst! Ahhhhh!" Kameshiro tantrumed like an actual baby until Aika shut the door.

"Not off to a great start, but I'll take anyone at this point." Aika returned to start ringing up all the instant ramen and condoms.

"Don't scan the condoms… We're also not in a relationship. So, where's the manager?" I asked.

"It's me." She pointed to herself. "Obviously, I'm not the franchise owner. I'm just the only employee, so the boss made me manager. Anyway, come back in an hour. We have a surprisingly lengthy interview process despite just being a convenience store."

I bought a drink and instant cup ramen for myself to eat while waiting. Some of the salarymen outside hit on me, but I turned down their advances. Just a whiff, and I knew they couldn't satisfy me the way Mr. Isami can.

Before I realized it, half an hour had already passed. I spent most of that time just watching videos on my phone. For some reason, whether or not Kameshiro got the job did matter to me. I put everything into coaching him. If he failed, I'd also fail by proxy.

Although, if Kameshiro screwed up spectacularly, Aika probably would have given him the boot by now. She didn't. Which meant that the interview must at least be going… okay. Every now and then, Aika emerged from the back room to take care of customers. It must suck to be the sole employee. I couldn't imagine running Tsuki all by myself. Taking care of all those clients… in the other succubi's place…

I shook my head until the thoughts went away. Now wasn't a good time to get horny. I was in public, and the nearest outlet was Kameshiro. As if I was going to reward him any more than he deserved today.

Eventually, the salarymen lingering about had cycled through. New faces showed up, and old faces left. I was about to fall asleep on the curb until my head teetered into someone's legs— Kameshiro's legs.

"If you were done, you could've said something. How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" I asked, peering past him to see Aika behind the counter ringing up customers again.

"Of course, I didn't get the job! I just froze up for every question. What did you think would happen, forcing me into a job interview without any preparations?" Kameshiro countered.

"Normally, I'd say you messed up. But…" I pulled out the time dilation device and had it rewind time.

Both of us traveled back in time to right before we entered the convenience store. The same salarymen were back, and the same Aika was leisurely reading a magazine behind the counter.

"What the fuck just happened? Oh, god… I feel nauseous!" Kameshiro pressed a hand to his mouth.

"I turned back time. You're going to repeat this until you do get it," I said.

"Isn't that cheating? More importantly… holy shit. Turn back time?" He gasped.

"You're getting that job, one way or another." I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed, putting another charm on him to do as I command.

Kameshiro gulped hard and marched into the convenience store. An hour later, he failed the interview again. This time, because he gave terrible answers to every question. But it was progress. I rewound time over, and over, and over. Repeatedly. Until finally…

The deadbeat emerged from the convenience store and stood next to me, staring off into the distance with a blank expression. I'd lost count of how many times time rewinded. It must have been a lot. 

"Well?" I asked.

"Fuck you. I got the job. Aika said I can start Monday! This is all your fault!" Kameshiro yelled.

"Why are you so against this… You should be celebrating! This means you can start collecting a paycheck and buy things you want. You're an actual adult now!" I applauded him in the most patronizing manner possible.

"Kuh… I feel like I lost years out of my life redoing the same thing again, and again. I'm so frustrated! We're going back to my place, and I'll be fucking you raw until I'm satisfied!" he demanded.

"And why should I listen to you?"

"I might have gotten the job, but I can quit at any time. Then we're back to square one!"

This guy. I almost wanted to decline, but we were making progress no matter how backwards it seemed. Kameshiro finally got a job. I wasn't going to let him sabotage his own life just yet.

When we returned to the apartment, Kameshiro pushed me into his futon and started fucking me right away. He did the stripping, pulling off all my clothes to grope my breasts while staying dressed himself. The two of us had sex until noon, with me pleasing him until he was no longer frustrated.

"Your pussy is so tight! Tell me your love my cock, Saeko! Say it!" Kameshiro ordered while relentlessly pounding into me.

"I… I love your cock! Cum inside me! Ahhh!" I moaned into the pillow, shuddering as he blew his final load.

"Whew. Clean me off, and I'm satisfied." He pulled out of my pussy and brandished his dick in my face.

I sucked Kameshiro's cock while he ate a pack of instant ramen purchased from his future workplace. He grabbed a remote, which was nestled between the wall and the pillow. Static surged across the room, and the T.V. switched on to a comedy game show.

"Satisfied yet? You're going to keep your promise about going to work come Monday, right?" I took my mouth off his dick and asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not happy about it, but what's done is done. Getting some pocket change doesn't sound so bad. Aika just sounds like such a drag though. Why couldn't I have a hot coworker instead?" Kameshiro groaned.

"Hey… you're there to work, not date. Especially don't hit on customers. That's a surefire way to get the boot!"

"Duly noted. You know, in case I want to get fired." He grinned.

My eyes twitched. I clenched his dick with a powerful vise, and his entire body tensed up. Kameshiro begged for mercy until I finally let go. He turned out not to be wholly an asshole though. He prepared a second cup of instant ramen for me. We ended up playing some video games. It was the weekend, so I deserved to slack off some. 

After an hour, Mr. Isami texted me. He asked to meet again later tonight. My excitement was rising again— at least until another text from him seemed somber. There were no flirtatious advances nor pictures of his dick. It sounded like he just wanted to talk.

"I'm going to head out," I said, putting the controller down.

"What? Already?" Kameshiro frowned.

"It's 5! We've been playing since 1. Anyway, have fun with your new job on Monday. You better not quit without giving it at least a month."

Kameshiro let out a displeased groan. I ignored him and went for the door. After all, I had better things to do and someone with a bigger dick to meet. Mr. Isami texted me an address that led to a park in Tsukiji. It had a large pond that often attracted birds and ducks. Sometimes, frogs could be seen in the brushes. At this time of the early evening, people were coming out to jog or run with their dogs.

The slutty side of me thought we were going to have some public sex play. At least until I saw Mr. Isami sitting slumped and looking down on a park bench. His hands were folded in front of him. A somber face marred an otherwise jovial countenance.

"I'm guessing you didn't call me out tonight for another date?" I asked, taking a seat beside him.

"Saeko, I have a favor to ask you." Mr. Isami stared me seriously in the eyes. "My wife is filing for divorce. There's no changing her mind. To be honest, I saw this coming from miles away a-and before you ask, it has nothing to do with you and me! She and I just have no love for each other anymore. It's grown stale after years of marriage. So… the favor… I-I want you to use your succubus magic to make me forget about her, all the way back to when we met. Is that… possible?" 

"Hold on, this is all so sudden. Sure, I can do what you're asking me to do. But are you absolutely certain? Good or bad, those are important memories to you," I explained.

He nodded. "I want to be able to start new! Without the pain of losing my wife. Please, Saeko! You're a succubus with the magic to do it with the snap of a finger!"

The process was a little more complicated than a finger snap, but there was truth to it being easy. Adjusting memories was in fact something I could do and had done many times already. As it turned out, I had a knack for it. Although, that might be attributed to my mother, whose succubus magic twisted my father and grandparents' memories for years.

But did I have that same capacity to do what my mother did and keep it going for a long time?

It was worth a try. In the short time I'd known Mr. Isami, he was a good man that meant well. Anyone else and I might have declined, but his request came so earnestly, that I felt compelled to help.

"I can do it," I said.

"Really?" Mr. Isami beamed and grabbed my hands.

"Just know that it's not entirely permanent. What I do is like covering up old photos. You still have those memories, but they will just be blocked," I explained to the best of my ability.

He nodded.

"You're going to have to actually remove traces of physical objects that might remind you of your wife. Otherwise, my magic might falter. So, how about we give this a few days before you actually go through with it?" I suggested.

"My mind is already made up, but I think that's a good idea. Thank you, Saeko! Truly, you're an incredible woman." Mr. Isami smiled.

In the end, we didn't do anything. Mr. Isami went home and steeled himself for the divorce, as well as prepared to remove anything that would remind him of his wife. I stayed on that bench, wondering if what I offered to do was right at all.