Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 268: Loyalty, Part Twenty-Six

{Melisa}

"HUH!?"

Melisa's jaw dropped as she stared at her mother across the warehouse full of horny nim and hung kitsune. Her brain short-circuited, unable to process the sight of Margaret in a dress that showed off way more purple tit than Melisa ever needed to see her mother displaying in public.

[What the actual fuck?] Melisa thought, her mind racing. [Why is she... How is she... WHAT!?]

Margaret seemed equally stunned, her own mouth opening and closing without sound. Behind her, Aunt Kimiko was doubled over trying not to laugh.

"I... you... what..." Melisa stammered, her carefully crafted undercover persona completely forgotten in the face of this maternal apparition.

"Melisa?" Margaret finally managed, her voice squeaking. "What are you doing here!?"

"SHHHH My name's 'Melanie'!" Melisa corrected her. "And, me? What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here!?" Melisa shot back, her tail thrashing with agitation.

[Oh gods, this can't be happening. I'm supposed to be gathering intel on terrorist nim, not running into my mother at a fuck party!]

"I... Kimiko invited me," Margaret said weakly, gesturing at her still-snickering sister.

"Oh god," Melisa muttered.

[Great. Just great. All my careful planning, my subtle infiltration, and now my mother's here to watch me try to seduce information out of horny revolutionaries.]

"And you?" Margaret asked, clearly trying to regain some maternal authority despite the absolutely inappropriate setting. "Shouldn't you be at the academy? Studying?"

Before Melisa could come up with any kind of explanation that didn't involve 'trying to find the people who tried to burn down our house by fucking my way through the nim resistance,' a familiar voice cut through the awkwardness.

"Damn, Melanie," Vira purred, practically materializing at Melisa's side. Her hand found Melisa's ass with practiced ease. "Is this your sister? You didn't tell me you had such a hot relative."

[Oh no,] Melisa thought. [We literally look identical... Minus her boobs being way bigger than mine. Everyone's obviously going to think we came here together. This is about to get so much more complicated.]

"She's my..." Melisa started, but her brain refused to supply any reasonable alternative to 'mother.'

"Cousin!" Margaret cut in smoothly, recovering some of her composure. "Second cousin, actually. Margaret. Pleased to meet you. And you are...?"

"Vira," the other nim replied, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Margaret's curves. "I've been showing Melanie here the ropes, so to speak. Though I'd be happy to show 'em to you too~"

[This isn't happening,] Melisa thought desperately as she watched Vira openly eye-fuck her mother. [I'm having a nightmare. I'll wake up any second now.]

But she didn't wake up. Instead, she stood there watching her infiltration target hit on her mother while her aunt struggled not to collapse in hysterics.

[Well,] Melisa thought with resigned hysteria, [at least this'll make for an interesting report to Queen Aria. 'Your Majesty, slight complication with the mission. My mother showed up to get railed by kitsune at my underground intelligence gathering operation.']

Somehow, she didn't think that would go over well in the official correspondence.

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After extracting themselves from Vira's wandering hands, Melisa and Margaret found a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse, settling onto some sturdy crates. Music pulsed through the air while all around them, nim and kitsune flirted and danced and did considerably more intimate things. Like a bad movie, it didn't take a genius to see how this night would end.

Especially if the way some people were already grinding on each other was any indicator.

[... Jesus fucking Christ.]

"So, Melanie," Margaret said, adjusting her dress to keep her massive tits from making an unauthorized escape attempt. "Want to tell me what's really going on?"

Melisa sighed, running a hand through her silver-dyed hair. The disguise that had seemed so clever now felt ridiculous, given that her mother's identical hair and bigger rack were right there for comparison.

"I'm trying to find the people who tried to burn down the manor," she admitted quietly. All around them, bodies pressed together in increasingly creative configurations. "These... gatherings are where a lot of the more radical nim meet up. I figured if I could get close to them..."

"By getting very close to them?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, gesturing at a nearby couple demonstrating exactly what 'very close' meant in this context.

"Like you're one to talk," Melisa muttered, pointedly eyeing her mother's outfit. The neckline was doing about as much containment as a paper bag in a hurricane. "But yes. Information tends to slip out in certain... moments."

Margaret's expression softened.

"You're doing this for us, then?"

"Well, yeah," Melisa blushed. "Someone tried to kill my family. I'm going to find out who, and then I'm going to make them regret ever touching a match."

Her mother reached out, squeezing her hand.

"Just be careful, okay? These people are dangerous."

"I know. That's why I'm here as 'Melanie', not myself." Melisa gestured between them. "Though that's going to be harder to maintain now that you're here looking exactly like me but with an upgrade in the titty department."

"Mel- Melanie!"

"Hehe."

Before Margaret could say anything else, a tall nim boy and a particularly well-endowed kitsune materialized next to their crates.

"Care to dance?" the nim asked Margaret, while the kitsune's eyes fixated on Margaret's chest like they held the secrets of the universe.

"Uh..." Margaret smiled shyly, glancing at Melisa.

Melisa shrugged.

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[And there it is,] Melisa thought as she watched her mother get led away by her new admirers. [Time to get back to work. Where did Vira get to anyway?]

The music grew louder, the bass thumping through the warehouse like the heartbeat of some massive, horny beast. She had no idea where this weird, club-like musing was coming from, but whatever.

Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor in ways that made "dancing" seem like an extremely generous description of what was happening.

[Spy mode activated,] she thought, spotting Vira's distinctive curves through the crowd. [Let's see what secrets come spilling out tonight.]

At least having Margaret here might help her cover story. Though watching her mother get felt up by random partygoers was definitely not part of the original mission parameters.

In any case, it was time to go be Melanie again. She had terrorists to seduce and information to gather.