I am Succubus!

Chapter 276

Chapter 276After I came back home from seeing Mr. Isami, I found Mio staring at her phone on the couch. She seemed really focused on it for some 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 me to this food delivery app thingy and helped me set it up. Apparently, you can order food from restaurants and some schmuck delivers it to you! I just ordered some 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 apartment 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 came down the corridor while she bounced with excitement.

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

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

"Wait a sec…" My mind immediately 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 exclaimed, 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 something 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 mess. A mess 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 mess 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. Meanwhile, the perpetrator didn't look repentant in the slightest, just mournful about losing her food.

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

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 exclaimed.

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

"Okay~" She groaned.

I whipped up dinner for myself to eat and made some 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 memories to such an extent.

Part of me 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 me to adjust his memories 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 someone to remove their memories before?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Bunch of times!" Mio pulled me into the couch like she was going to spill me a whole story. "One time, this dark elf had such a bad experience with anal, she wanted to forget all about it. Another, some dude lost his super strong enchanted weapon or something. Couldn't bear to live with himself. Asked me to make him forget he ever had it. Hehe. I knew exactly where he had lost it when I looked into his memories. 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-time sex friend now, wants me to remove memories of his wife. They're getting a divorce," I explained.

"Yeah? Sucks. Dude used to spill to me 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 something?" Mio asked.

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

She tapped her chin in thought. "For one, removing his memories 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 memories. Something might break. Tweak the memories 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 some 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 Kameshiro, as scummy as my methods were. 

Mr. Ishioka, who reached out and introduced me 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 come to me 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 me 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.

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

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

Directly inside, Kameshiro 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." Kameshiro rolled his eyes. "You— ow!"

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

"Welcome…" 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 Kameshiro to ring me up. Naturally, I went with the option that brought me the most enjoyment and put my stuff in front of him.

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

"Aren't you forgetting something?" 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?" Kameshiro groaned.

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

Kameshiro 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. Kameshiro texted me while I was on my way back to Tsuki. It was mostly him cursing me out and vowing to fuck me senseless the next time we meet.

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

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

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

"How did things go?" I asked.

"I'm officially a divorced man now." Mr. Isami showed me 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 memories of my wife."

"About that…"

Before we started, I explained to Mr. Isami what Mio had told me about adjusting his memories of his wife rather than removing them. He seemed hesitant at first, and who could blame him? Having those memories 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. Someone had already spruced up the place, and it smelled 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 me to slip into his consciousness after. Hundreds of thousands of memory snippets flitted through me. Even though of him screwing my lights out replayed and got me in the mood again. Fortunately, he had told me beforehand what to block out. I only needed to focus on those memories, and a bigger picture came 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 memories flitted past me, the somber ones came next. Arguments over the smallest things, struggling finances, and dealing with children reaching their rebellious phase were among the many. It made me 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 came with all these problems. Life was so much easier as a student, when all I had to worry about was homework and getting to school on time.

I brushed these thoughts aside for sanity's sake. I had to focus on Mr. Isami's memories. Using the magic of my succubus aura, I placed mental blocks on all the happy memories 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 memories 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, memories 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 time 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 name the time 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 me either. Which meant this turned out to be a success. For his sake, I really hoped so.