I am Succubus!

Chapter 283

Our new apartment had been secured. Juna Hoshino took care of everything, and we could begin moving in and furnishing it right away. Two more important tasks remained: convincing the succubi in Tokyo to staff my new workplace and inform Hatsumi I was moving.

While we were apartment searching, I hadn't detected a single succubus. But Tokyo was an enormous ward. They could be anywhere. That left the only other thing I had to do for the time being on this fine Saturday morning… to face my older sister.

I walked up to my house. Its shadow loomed over me, appearing a lot more daunting than before. What a weird feeling, especially since I grew up in this house. After taking a deep breath, I slotted in the key to unlock the door and walked in.

"I'm home!" I announced aloud.

"Ah, Saeko!" Hatsumi rushed downstairs, embraced me in her arms, and pressed our lips together in a deep kiss. The passion from her was more lovers than siblings. Tongue was a given. We were swapping spit and swallowing each other's saliva.

"Mm… Shtop… thatsh enouff…"

"But I… mmh… haven't seen you in… chuu… so long," she murmured between breaths.

When we parted at last, I noticed the glazed look in my sister's eyes. If I really wanted to, I could say the word, and we would be upstairs and in bed in less than a minute. The tantalizing lust oozing from her never waned even after all these years. If anything, it only grew more intense and enticing.

I came here for a reason. To tell Hatsumi that I was going to move to Tokyo. Do it, Saeko. Just tell her!

"I want to fuck you so bad," I said.

The rest was history.

Before I realized it, the two of us were lying naked in bed after fucking for hours. We panted heavily trying to catch our breaths. Hatsumi clung to my side, her hand caressing my inner thigh.

"Hehe. You were so active this time. Did you miss your big sister that much?" Hatsumi asked, playfully poking my cheek.

"Damn it!" I snapped upright and cried. "My hunger got the better of me again… I didn't come home because I wanted to have sex with you— er, I-I mean, I very much enjoyed it. I came to tell you that… Mr. Ishioka offered me a new position in Tokyo. So, I'll be moving soon. With Elendir, Kana, and Mio. Snowball and Shadow, too."

"Oh. I see." My sister also sat up, only to stare blankly past me for a few seconds.

Normally, this would have turned into awkward silence. There was no awkwardness between us though. It was as if Hatsumi had gone to a distant place in her mind and was no longer present.

All of a sudden, my sister jumped from my bed and hurried into her room without even putting clothes back on. The door slammed shut. Panicked and thinking she was about to do something rash, I chased after her. When I threw open the door, Hatsumi was filling multiple open suitcases with clothes and other belongings.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed.

"What do you mean? I'm packing my things and moving with you!" Hatsumi answered as a matter of factly.

"Damn it. I knew this would happen. You can't move in with us! Who's going to take care of the house? Isn't your job in Tsukiji, too?"

"Hehe! As a matter of fact, I am fully remote! It's this growing trend where you work from home instead of in an office. The accounting firm I'm employed at doesn't necessarily need me present. I go in maybe three or four times in a month at most," she explained.

Crap. At this rate, Hatsumi might actually forcibly thrust herself into my life again. Anything but that! Although… having another person to sate my lust, cook for us, and clean the apartment would be nice… No!

I shouldn't be tempted so easily. My sister's overbearing nature would only return in full force if we lived together again. It was going to be a repeat of the first 18 years of my life.

"Sis, stop. You're not moving in with us. I'll be angry with you otherwise." I folded my arms to mean business.

"But I don't want my beloved Saeko to be angry with me!" Hatsumi pouted, but I stood firm and didn't let up until she finally relented. "Fine. However, I'm allowed to visit whenever I want and stay the night every once in a while. That's my one condition!"

"Alright. Mio would probably like that anyway."

Hatsumi threw her hands in the air and did a little cheerful dance. We were both still naked, so watching her breasts bounce made me blush. She noticed and flashed a coquettish grin, then pounced on me with another deep kiss.

We went for round two, and noon had rolled around by the end of it. Hatsumi cooked up a bento box tower of karaage for me and Mio before I left.

"I'll text you the address of my new place later. Thanks for the fried chicken!" I smiled on the way out.

"Drive safe! Bring Mio the next time you come by!" Hatsumi waved from the door.

I threw the karaage into the fridge as soon as I got home. Mio wasn't around to eat them on account of going out with Hacchan and her gyaru friends this morning. Us moving to Tokyo meant leaving behind many of the friends we had made in Tsukiji. Just like how I saw Hitomi and Rika less after they left for Tokyo, I'd be seeing less of those here once I was gone.

Mio had the right idea. I should drop in on some people in Tsukiji before the big move. The first person to come to mind took me by surprise. Kameshiro. I had literally bent over backwards to get him into the working world, and I intended to keep it that way.

Wasting no time, I flew to the convenience store where Kameshiro had become employed. He and Aika stood side by side behind the counter, ringing up salarymen who had come out to grab lunch.

Well, I didn't actually need to go inside and check up on him. Knowing that he was still working was good enough for me.

I was about to head home until Mr. Isami came to mind. Somehow, I knew I'd feel terrible not letting him know. After all, it was by my magic that put a block in his mind to forget his wife. If one day something went wrong and everything came spiraling out of control, that would fall on my conscience. We still had each other's contact information, but I should tell him my plans anyway.

As though the stars had aligned, I got a text from Mr. Isami while looking at my phone. He asked to meet. Ever since the divorce proceedings, we hadn't really seen each other since. Not to mention, me being busy with work and that mini-vacation to Okinawa I'd had gone on.

I sent back a text that I was free and also had something to tell him. Thinking I'd get lucky tonight, I returned home to put on lingerie underneath my outfit.

"Hehehe. Someone's looking to get some cock tonight," Mio said from the door.

"Sh-Shut up! This is just in case, alright? Just in case! And when did you get back?" I asked.

"After you, obviously. Also, thanks for the karaage! Ahhh~ I love Hatsumi's cooking so much. I'm gonna miss the shit out of this when we move," she grumbled sadly.

"You're in luck. Hatsumi might visit often precisely because I'm moving. I managed to convince her not to move in with us…"

Mio stood there staring at me, utterly shellshocked.

"What? Why? Hatsumi moving in would've been the best thing ever!" Mio exclaimed.

"Maybe for you. Not for me." I gave her a flick on the forehead on my way out.

I flew to downtown Tsukiji just as the sun was setting. Mr. Isami was waiting for me at the clocktower. When we embraced, his touch made my pussy juice up.

Unfortunately for my hunger, Mr. Isami wasn't interested in having sex. At least not yet, it seemed. He brought me to a bowling alley, and the two of us caught up over a couple of matches. The man wasn't very good. Neither was I. Most of my attempts landed in the gutter.

"Goodness, it's good to let off some steam. Even if I haven't hit a single pin." Mr. Isami sighed with apparent relief.

"What happened? Work giving you a tough time?" I asked.

"Actually, I quit!" He smiled in triumph. "Long hours, no respect, a boss who yells at me for the smallest mistake… I'm pursuing my passion as… a librarian! If you can believe it. I've started working at the Tsukiji City Hall Library. A lot less pay, but it's also a lot less stressful."

I rubbed my chin. Hmmm. No wonder he stopped coming to see me at Tsukiji. He was earning a lot less now as a librarian and had to watch his spending. From the look of it, he seemed to be doing fine though. But what about his mental state?

"Less stressful than the divorce?" I tested the waters.

"Not even close! The divorce was a load off my back like no other! I'm glad to be away from my wife. I had no happy memories with her anyway," Mr. Isami huffed.

Because I sealed them away, as per your request. Not that I could let him know. Otherwise, all the pain was going to come rushing back, undo the memory block, and might break his mind.

We left the bowling place and headed to an izakaya, bars normally frequented by salarymen after work to drink and eat their stress away before going home. For us, however, he wanted to show off an attractive younger woman by his side around people his age.

Although I was old enough to drink, I settled on eating fried chicken and edamame. My date, on the other hand, was three beers in and still going for more.

"Drinking is so much better when I'm not doing it to forget work. Whew! So, Saeko. You said you have something to tell me?" Mr. Isami asked and cracked open another beer.

"Oh, yeah. I'm moving to Tokyo," I said.

Mr. Isami spat out the beer. Faster to react, I lifted my empty plate in front of my face. It looked like the world had come crashing down on him.

I continued since he remained speechless, "Yeah… I figured you might take it hard. I just thought you deserved to know. It's for work though! I'll be doing the same thing here, but over there instead."

It became awkward for the both of us the rest of the night. Mr. Isami's responses were a lot more subdued, like he had other things on his mind. He kept his hands in his pockets, absentmindedly thumbing something. Our full blown conversations diminished into sparse quips.

The evening went on, and I grew increasingly impatient for sex. Oddly enough, other people's lustful gazes started turning me on more than Mr. Isami. The scent of his lust waned little by little. I didn't even think that was possible. This man, whose big cock turned me into a slut, who was friends with my parents and got off to fucking their daughter, no longer wanted me? Or was it the other way around?

Our date came to a close as Mr. Isami brought me to the park where he had originally asked me to help him. We even walked up to the bench we sat together at during the time. However, the mood shifted. I sensed it in my soul. He spun around with an air of resolve and conviction about him.

"Saeko Ito, will you marry me?" Mr. Isami dropped down on one knee and presented me with a diamond ring.

"Excuse me, what?!" I gaped in utter shock.

"I know the difference in our age is a generation apart, but I promise to make you happy! Unlike my ex-wife, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, build a family, and grow old together! I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do to your parents, but I'll work hard to earn their approval. Meeting you was the single best thing that has ever happened, and I want nothing more than for you to be my wife! Don't leave for Tokyo. I'll get a new job, a higher paying one to support you and eventually our children!" he exclaimed, his profession of love and proposal leaving me flabbergasted.

We caused a scene. Some people around us stared and waited for my answer. All this time, I'd been sticking with him because the sex was good, and it seemed like he needed companionship after his divorce. The last thing I expected was to be proposed to less than a week after!

Shit. What do I do? I was too young to get married. Mio, Kana, and now Elendir were the ones I loved. Even though there was no romance between Mr. Isami and I, my heart raced like no tomorrow. When I was a boy, I used to imagine being the one doing the proposing. It slipped my mind that of course, I'd eventually be proposed to as a girl.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this." I turned him down, and the crowd of people threw their arms up in exasperation before leaving.

"Oh." Mr. Isami closed the box and looked downtrodden. "No, I'm sorry. Springing this up on you was wrong of me. Maybe I jumped the gun too quickly after hearing that you were going to leave. There's just this hole in my chest that I can't seem to fill no matter what I do. Maybe I need some time alone to myself. Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I had a great time regardless."

Mr. Isami asked for a hug, and I obliged. Unlike the first embrace, this one had a longing and sadness to it.

The night came to an uneventful end, and the two of us went our separate ways home. I didn't get any dick, and Mr. Isami didn't get a new wife. Part of me felt bad for turning him down, but I just wasn't interested in him the way I was with my current lovers.

I carried myself home feeling a little sad, but Mr. Isami and I were never going to be a thing. At least not in this life. When I arrived home, I entered to Mio and Elendir watching a movie on the couch together. Snowball and Shadow were play-wrestling at their feet.

"Elendir? What are you doing over?" I asked, only to notice bags and suitcases by the kitchen.

"The dark elves helped Elly pack her things. Juna's getting it all shipped over to our new apartment," Mio said.

"Mio suggested that it would be alright to stay until we move. My apologies, love. Should I have also consulted you first?" Elendir frowned.

"No, that's fine! If anything that makes moving a lot easier. We should start packing soon, too. But ugh. What a night. One of my clients proposed to me. I turned him down though." I threw myself into the embrace of Elendir's bountiful chest.

My dark elven girlfriend ran her fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp. All my worries washed away with every stroke.

"You got your first proposal?" Mio laughed. "I've been getting proposed to left and right. I keep turning 'em down. You two and Kana are all I need!" She laid down on Elendir's thighs. "Elly, spoil me, too!"

"Oh, you two." Elendir smiled and patted us both.