Story: Ah My Succubus

 

Finally, that annoying Succubus had gone. She was honestly quite the distraction at a time that Makoto could not use it, and that's a fact. Her quirk of speaking very quickly was extremely annoying, and felt like an overdone joke that should really have been dropped a long, long time ago.

And that's a fact.

Anyway, with that distraction gone at last, Makoto was going to focus on her ascetic training. Praying under a cold waterfall seemed like a good start. Here, she could properly centre herself. Gain a superior control over her abilities, and not have to worry about distractions, like that annoying succubus.

She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the water in the river in front of her. Then she took a deep breath, and - 

"Hihowyoudoing!"

Mirdana poked her head out of the water, showing her a great big smile.

"Go away," Makoto said. "I do not want you here, and that's a -"

She stopped, trailing off when she felt another presence right next to her. It was... Another Mirdana. And another. And another. They weren't wearing the same gaudy, loud, tactless clothing as usual. Instead they were wearing... shinto robes. They looked quite nice in them, actually. And they were all surrounding her with a strangely... angelic aura that was making her heart beat quite fast.

"Listen, whatever game you are playing, I do not intend to play, and that's a fact," Makoto said. "I will not get distracted by -"

"Yoo hoo, Makoto~" Tiemaya called out, waving at her, wearing a shinto robe and - and were those angel wings coming out of her back? A halo over the top of her head? Surely not! "I've given up on the darkness and joined the side of the light!"

Now, those of you paying attention would probably know this already, but there's some fuckery going on around here. There was, at this moment in time, an alien in orbit around the planet hell bent on using its weird powers to conquer the planet. So what does that look like? Creating images of people you're the most turned on by!

Which, as it turned out in Makoto's case, was a purified pair of succubus sisters.

Thing about that though. Thing about that is, she has absolutely no way to know that. She's already kinda working out that something screwy is going on here, because in her heart she knew that Tiemaya would not join the side of the light that simply or easily without her around to witness it, and Mirdana - there were three of her present right now and they'd all converted too? Fuck off, fuck right off, that's not real.

She'd given in already to temptation. First to all those beings that had appeared before, then to Mirdana. And her delicious, yummy tummy. But she was here for ascetic training, not to satiate the flesh. Thus, she would tune it out and focus on something else.

Like the fact that she was, at present, surrounded by meditating Mirdanas and a single Tiemaya, who had their eyes closed, sitting in the lotus position while the water made their pure white robes stick to their sinfully, temptation laden bodies.

Makoto strangled the sound her throat tried to make before it could so much as venture into her mouth.

Their breasts were truly unnatural. The sheer sinful size of them! They would ruin the spines of any women that tried to bear them, especially with those sorts of hourglass physiques! Truly, they were a mockery of real mortal women, prioritising natural beauty over pragmatic reality.

Then again, looking down at herself, her own modest breasts were almost as large as those two. W-Well, it wasn't as if she was a natural woman either anymore, right? She was a lust angel! Whatever that meant. An angel of lust? Who induced lust in others for divine purposes...?

"Oh dear Makoto," a Mirdana said, her voice plain and kind and caring. "You seem to be having trouble with your ascetic training."

"Here, allow us!" another Mirdana said. "Let us massage your temples, to help you relax."

"Keep your hands to yourself, I can manage on my own! And that's a fact!" Makoto insisted. Temptation. It had been strong, but she'd persevered! "None of you are fooling me! I will not stand for it! I will not! I do not believe for a moment that you are real!"

"Ah... if you don't think we're real, then it's not a real test, is it?" Tiemaya said. "I mean, it's like if I put together a paper mache apple right in front of you. It looks perfect, it's even painted so its skin gleams in the light - but you've seen that it's made of paper, right? That's not temptation, then, is it? I mean. You already know it's not going to taste good if you try to take a bite, soooo, how can you call it a temptation?"

Makoto clenched her fists, water trailing from her fingertips like liquid conviction. Her teeth ground together, not out of rage, but determination. A test, was it? A trick? Some succubus illusion trying to manipulate her by twisting her own desires into falsehoods so crude and overplayed they may as well have been a harem anime's rejected B-roll.

“I don’t care what you look like,” she said, eyes narrow, voice calm but carrying like thunder beneath a mountain. “You’re not real. You’re just... cardboard cutouts wearing temptation like a costume.” She turned away, pressing her palms together in prayer. “I’m not biting.”

“You’re definitely looking, though,” one of the Mirdanas teased, fluttering her eyelashes while her robes shifted juuuust enough to emphasize her unnaturally divine assets. Makoto did not respond, though her knuckles whitened ever so slightly.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Tiemaya said, floating just slightly above the river, halo pulsing with a mockery of holiness. “If we’re not real, and you know we’re not real, then what harm is there in letting us… hang out? I mean, you’re training, we’re meditating - sort of - and you know, good company helps the soul stay focused!”

“Focus is the issue, you droning dolt,” Makoto snapped, before catching herself and sighing. “And besides. If you’re here, I’m clearly still too vulnerable to temptation. That’s the problem. I’m not strong enough yet.”

“Strong enough to do what?” said one of the Mirdanas softly, almost sadly. “Deny yourself forever? Even kindness? Even companionship? What are you training for, Makoto?”

The question struck deeper than she liked.

She opened her eyes. The river still shimmered. The fake succubi still glowed. She still felt the weight in her chest - not lust, not really, not anymore. Guilt, maybe. Doubt. The weight of expectations. She was a “lust angel,” wasn’t she? Born from sin but striving toward purity. What was purity when your purpose was to embody desire itself?

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted, voice quieter. “But I’ll find out. Alone, if I must. And that’s a fact.”

The whole lot of them stayed silent after that. In the face of her determination, what else could they - 

"Oh screw it!" Tiemaya yelled. "Mirdana! Take her to marshmallow hell!"

The Mirdanas all cast aside their robes and jumped at Makoto, bare chested, water trickling down their bodies, and smooshed her face riiiight into their cleavages.

She did well, all truth told. Makoto lasted a whole two seconds before she started to slobber and motorboat the alien illusions. Before the start of her ascetic training, she'd have lasted less than one. And that's a fact.