Chapter 12

Beatrice reunited with Olivia’s lips, leaning forward when a sudden electrifying shock made them both moan and tremble. Because of her sheer size, Beatrice ended up pressing her breasts against Olivia’s, and their nipples touched. Beatrice never experienced something like this. Though she touched the nipples of her new female breasts plenty of times already, pressing them against the nipples of another girl felt completely different. And much more arousing.

Beatrice slid her hand to Olivia’s breast to find out how she felt. At the same time, she noticed Olivia’s hands ignore her giant tits outright, and instead slide toward a body part, that girls usually didn’t have.

“You really liked my gift that much, huh?” Beatrice whispered in Olivia’s ear.

Olivia nodded.

“If you behave properly from now on, I might just... ‘Gift’ you again,” Beatrice whispered. The next second a shiver went down her spine when she felt Olivia’s fingers gently slide across her hard shaft.

“Ughn!” Beatrice moaned and bit her own lip. She couldn’t hold back any longer. A favor had to be returned! She pushed Olivia down. This time the ninja was the one on her back. Beatrice barely held back from ravaging Olivia right there on the spot. But the succubus’s desire to submit the ninja girl to her will was greater. She wanted Olivia to experience fully the pleasures of being a futanari girl, and experience her in the process. After that, she’ll be mine, Beatrice concluded. Forever!

The succubus didn’t even consider how possessive she had become. Only her base desires mattered to her in this state. She held down Olivia’s arms—though it wasn’t like the ninja girl resisted—and locked with her lips again. At the same time, Beatrice went into her mind’s eye straight to her Skill List looking for a skill she had completely disregarded before.

Combat Craft really has all kinds of crazy skills, Beatrice thought as she scrolled through an impressive list of skills. [Sharp Claws] was obviously a Skill designed for combat, but Skills like [Succubus’s Thermoregulation] and [Succubus’s Wings] seemed to be just lumped in there with the rest of “general-purpose skills”. And one such skill was [Refresh Cooldown].

Skill Name: Refresh Cooldown

Rank: C

Type: Combat Craft / Active

Cost: x3 Stamina of target Skill

Cooldown: 12 Hours

Description: Allows a Succubus to refresh the cooldown of a single Skill for triple the stamina cost (cannot be used on this Skill).

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 6

Who would’ve thought something so horrible would come in this handy in such a situation? Beatrice couldn’t help but giggle.

At first glance, at three times the cost of any Skill it refreshes, [Refresh Cooldown] Absolutely ravaged Beatrice’s current Stamina Pool of 70. [Sharp Claws] was a Toggle Skill, so it would be pointless to use on that, and Beatrice didn’t have any other Active Combat Skills.

And even if she wanted to compromise two enemies at once by using [Arousing Touch] on them and bypass that Skills’ cooldown, she wouldn’t be able to. With her current Stamina Pool, she outright couldn’t afford to refresh the cooldown of that skill. Twenty-five times three was more than seventy. Basic math.

For [Refresh Cooldown] to be at all viable, she’d need to dramatically increase her Stamina and acquire low-cost, long-cooldown Combat Skills worth refreshing. That was Beatrice’s logic before.

However, thanks to her rapid Stamina regeneration at 0,17 per second, Beatrice already had her Stamina back up at 70 since she used her skills on Olivia just a couple of minutes ago.

Beatrice acquired [Refresh Cooldown] the moment she opened up the Skill’s description to confirm her choice. And the very next second she used it to refresh the thirty-minute cooldown of [Dick Growing].

Wait thirty minutes to add another addicting toy to a sex party!? As if! Beatrice declared to the transcendental system while she continued to toy with Olivia’s soft and warm tongue.

This left her with just ten Stamina Points. Just ten Stamina Points away from casting the refreshed [Dick Growing] Skill on Olivia. Just a minute away before Beatrice would fuck her very own made futanari girl for the first time. Just a minute away from showing Olivia the other side of heavenly pleasures that a futanari girl can experience.

Just a minute away from getting Olivia hooked on the drug that was two simultaneous orgasms brought forth by the continued, intense, simultaneous stimulation of both cock and cunt. Each organ feeding into the pleasure of the other, complementing each other, overloading the brain with dopamine. Enough to make anyone hopelessly addicted.

Beatrice was done with taking care of her Skills in her mind’s eye and returned her full attention to the naked ninja girl beneath her. And that’s when the Succubus noticed that her excitement did not match Olivia’s. Still reserved. Still unable to let go of her inhibitions. Ever since Olivia filled the succubus’s pussy to her satisfaction, she refused to commit. Timid nods, half-assed making-out. And that’s with liquids gushing out of her pussy! Beatrice enjoyed dominating a submissive girl as much as the next succubus, but this one was not being honest with herself. And it really started to piss Beatrice off.

Beatrice straightened her back and looked down at the naked girl beneath her. Olivia could not keep her eyes off Beatrice. No wonder—the succubus was a killer! Both her face and body were enough to turn heads even in this depraved world. And Olivia had already shown that she had no qualms about girl-on-girl action when she roughly screwed Beatrice to her heart’s content.

And yet, after a momentary glimpse of a girl that let go of all restraints, that passionate Olivia was locked away again. Not even trying to play with the succubus’s giant, 100% natural cow-tits? What an insult! And the way she timidly touched Beatrice’s cock like a virgin despite operating her own temporary one like an experienced futa girl was a joke! Olivia kept hiding her true self. Pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Someone above such base desires? For whom exactly did she put on this show of a ‘serious, proper girl’? Herself?

Olivia reminded Beatrice of someone. And Beatrice’s anger grew. But it wasn’t Olivia she was angry with.

Beatrice sighed and asked the girl beneath her, “When was the last time you truly let go and had fun?”

“Let go!?” Olivia snapped into reality and stared dead in Beatrice’s eyes. “Did all the cum get into your brain? Every day is a fight for survival here! I’ve had to sell my soul just for a chance to save my sister—”

“Enough!” Beatrice cut off Olivia’s tired speech. “Sister this, sister that! When was the last time you lived for yourself!?”

“For myself!? Are you dense? I have responsibilities! Emily—”

“Yes, yes—you have to save your sister,” Beatrice scoffed. “God forbid you so much as crack a smile without tormenting everyone—including yourself—about how horrible it is to smile while your poor little sister is in captivity.”

“Why you—”

“Why not abstain from eating?” Beatrice suggested. “If there are so many people starving in this city, shouldn’t you be ashamed about how you stuffed your mouth with those apples?”

“How dare you!” Olivia shouted and rose up from the soft moss, but Beatrice easily pushed her down.

“How dare I what!?” Beatrice asked. “Finally enjoy myself instead of waking up one day to realize that my whole life passed me by?”

“Oh, so I should just forget about everything and fuck my way across the city like ninety percent of people here!? Oh, I might as well drug myself to numb the pain, like the remaining ten percent? Screw everything! Right?”

“Maybe a day of that is exactly what you need,” Beatrice shrugged.

“W-what?”

“Let’s say you save your dear little Emily,” Beatrice proposed. “But that’s not enough. Saving her life is one thing. Then comes the living part. You had to save her, which means she’s incompetent enough to need saving. Then you’ll—no doubt—will protect her further. Can’t possibly let anything happen to Emily after you’ve gone through all that trouble, right? How old is she by the way?”

“Thirteen,” Olivia grit her teeth.

“Alright, so you protect her for five or so years until you think she’s old enough to be on her own. But then you’ll still hover over her like a hawk. Who knows what kind of horrible boyfriend she might find? Still so fragile after that traumatic experience, right? So you’ll continue to suffocate your little Emily—”

“I would never!”

“—until she can’t take it anymore and runs off just to escape from you.”

“She would never!”

“Why not? By that point, you’d be the dullest, most obsessive person she’d know.”

“I-I’m not!”

“Right now, your whole existence revolves around saving your sister! You can’t possibly allow any form of joy for yourself while Emily is suffering, right?”

“How can I? I have to give it my all to try and help her! If I don’t, I’ll never forgive myself if I fail!” Olivia teared up. “And even with giving it my all it’s painfully clear that I’m simply not good enough, so how can I take it easy when I’m such a failure?”

“And if you save her, what will change?” Beatrice asked. “If you’re that hard on yourself, you won’t be able to enjoy yourself until you secured a good life for the both of you. And that seems to be no easy feat in this place. Starvation. Mobs. City run by seemingly insane royalty. When do you plan to finally relax?”

“You mean give up? The streets are full of those who gave up on any hope for a decent life. I will not!”

“No, I don’t mean giving up.” Beatrice shook her head. “I mean relax. Live a little. Because one day you’ll wake up and you’ll be fifty. If that’s even attainable with your lifestyle. And you better have something to show for it by then.”

“ ... I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. What’s the point in talking about what I’d do if I saved Emily when I haven’t even done that?”

“We will save your sister, that I promise to you,” Beatrice said with conviction. “But it will not be today. And it will not be tomorrow. What I can also promise you, is that if you keep bringing up your sister in every other conversation, someone will kill you before the sun sets tomorrow.”

“Well sorry for worrying about my sister!”

“Kh—I’d think you did that on purpose, had you shown any sign of a sense of humor,” Beatrice cracked a smile. “What I want to know is what can you do right this second that would help Emily?”

“I...”

“Well?” Beatrice asked. “Just lay on the floor and think about her all night? That won’t help. You need sleep, so you’d just make things worse. Feel guilty that you’re in a warm bed, while she’s in a cell? Sad, but that doesn’t help her in any way. Train? You’ve been through two life-or-death fights just in the last couple of hours. Your body and mind need rest too.”

“Oh, really?” Olivia raised an eyebrow. “And your proposed method of rest is...?”

“That’s right,” Beatrice smiled and placed the palm of her hand on Olivia’s abdomen. “Let yourself go.”

And with that, the succubus cast her [Dick Growing] Spell on Olivia for the second time.

“Ah!” Olivia moaned when warm tingling spread through her abdomen. She looked down where Beatrice gently pressed the palm of her hand and saw a gentle light seep between the corners of Beatrice’s hand and Olivia’s skin. The pleasant warmth kept coming, with Beatrice’s hand acting as the source. At first, tt spread on the surface of Olivia’s tummy, like a gentle tide of a warm summer ocean. It then seeped deeper under Olivia’s skin, spreading forth in all directions within her body. Her belly, her thighs, between her legs.

“Hn,” Another lewd sound escaped Olivia’s mouth when the pleasure reached her lower organ.

The succubus slowly moved her hand down and with it—the warm fuzzy feeling that Olivia couldn’t help but enjoy. As the warmth moved lower the pleasure increased, and Olivia’s hidden wish was only that it would move lower faster.

“Hah,” Olivia gasped when Beatrice’s lower palm touched the ninja girl’s labia. Close! Beatrice’s hand was so close to the point where Olivia needed the Succubus’s touch the most!

“Let go,” Beatrice whispered in Olivia’s ear.

Olivia reached down, placed her hand on Beatrice’s, and guided it toward the desired spot.

“That’s it,” Beatrice smiled.

Olivia was immediately rewarded with the sweet pleasure she coveted. The warm tingling engulfed her clit and sent a wave of pleasure through her body.

“Ahn!” Olivia moaned and arched her back. The sudden surge of pleasure was greater than she anticipated. And it did not cease!

What started as a pleasant, gentle massage, quickly escalated. Olivia felt something grow at the epicenter of the pleasure that spread from the succubus’s hand. And as it did, the pleasure grew. Rapidly.

“Mmm! W-what’s—Ah!” Olivia could not form words. Though she had a feeling what was happening. And she gave herself to the transformation.

“How interesting!” Beatrice giggled. “Is this reaction because it’s your second time with the spell? Or simply because you’ve willingly accepted what is coming? Both?”