Denise plots as Adam squats.

It was hard not to think something was up with her. Denise had thought she was gifted with magic or something but... that didn't make sense when she experienced the dark presence in her mind earlier. The storm of power when she discovered Adam and Aida were one and the same in that bathroom. Something was hidden in her, and this 'magic' she was gifted in was awakened somehow. Wasn't Adam trying to tell her...

She shook her head as the collar tightened briefly, Denise noticing the pressure but paying it no mind as her thoughts shifted tracks.

Clearly, I have some sort of connection with some sort of entity... Imp!

The demonic entity for some reason sprang to the fore of her twisting thoughts. Hadn't she always felt a tingle in her soul at the mention of imps in stories and whatnot, always being rather impish towards others while pushing people's boundaries? No... Yes?

The collar's enhancement was working separately from its former inhabitant. Kersat's magic had already formed a link with Denise, and the imp had partially fused into her mind and soul while stupid drunk on power and greedy for more, but the collar had been enchanted from the book and keeping the possessive nature of Kersat hidden was a focus of the enchantment the succubi had imbued it with.

Denise not only didn't consider that she was possessed, her mind actively sought any other explanation, and even her memories adapted to obscure the original possession of Kersat in the amulet, and her, by directing her mind to use her extensive and nerdy knowledge of fantasy to come to a conclusion that made sense to her.

Of course! I must be a reincarnated imp! Just like an Isekai manga! A reverse Isekai!

It felt so right to the girl, for all the wrong reasons, and as she hid underneath within Aida's closet, it all made sense to her. She briefly rubbed her oddly warm neck, sweating a bit but unable to consciously register the unusual feeling of the throbbing neck collar; her memories seemed to take a different light. It explained her fixation with the paranormal, while she wanted to push and corrupt Adam into who he should have been, and why she suddenly seemed to have developed a feel for magic after encountering the succubus in the school bathroom!

Denise grinned at the growing reddish tint overtaking her hands. She was convinced an Imp heritage was coming through... and she smiled gleefully at the thought. That large mass she had sense, the storm in her mind and the feeling of connections with others, she must be drawing from who she had been before! It made perfect sense!

She looked at the book in her hands. She had seen a section on imps, the lovely creatures of debauchery, and she wondered if she could summon... an aide to help her with Aida and eventually against the succubus.

Denise almost jumped as she heard a shower below the floorboards start. Adam and his sister Sarah had to share a bathroom, but it seemed Mom's master bathroom was below Adam's closet. Adam's mom must have finished bringing stuff up while Denise hid in the closet and went to get clean...

Denise stepped out and glanced at the book. The succubus had clearly done something to Adam's mom, but as Denise tapped into her mind earlier, she suspected it was a succubus power of some sort instead of magic used from the book. Denise wondered if she could use something in the book... make Adam's Mom an unwitting ally without the succubus catching on to it. Something she could use against the succubi if it came to that. She had no allusions that the succubi only wanted to help make her Aida perfect, no, the succubus clearly had her own agenda that Denise needed to be prepared for.

She loved the succubus was turning Adam into what he should be, but Denise had no desire to leave Aida at her mercy forever, or allow the succubi to reach whatever her end goal was. If she could get one of her imp-kin to stealthy influence Aida's mom towards Denise's needs, it would provide some security against the imp if she used one of the book enchantments to keep the possession simple. She just needed... an _implet _skilled in corruption that would... be loyal to Kersat... Kersat?

The name came to Denise's mind out of the blue. Had she been an Imp named Kersat? _Yes... Yes... A devious-looking squat red image popped into her mind. She mentally tugged at the figure she felt within her mind and pulled invisible threads into herself. Yes... Kersat was clever, devious, and respected highly among imps._

Denise made her way downstairs carefully, putting the book back in its hiding spot for now, as she knew she had to get the object to serve as the focal for a summoning. As much as she loved the idea of using something naughty she knew she had to use something inconspicuous that the succubus wouldn't likely pay much attention to.

She was silent as she made her way down the stairs, while her mind reached out tentatively like before, and she found the older women's mind again. She could faintly feel the bonds weaving out from her aura, connections that become hard to follow, but there was a clear object of significance Denise could sense... even as her head started to pound from the effort. Yes... the more significant it was to the person the better Denise could conceal something within it.

It was in the bathroom, on the counter, and Denise slowly opened the bedroom door and stood outside the bathroom. She... plucked an idea from the dark presence in her mind, a small mixing of magic that would stun those with an undisciplined mind for a few moments, forming it within her tinted red fingers.

This felt risky but...

The door creaked as Denise opened it, killing any chance of stealth.

“Whose there!?” The suddenly concerned voice of Adam's mom rang out, and Denise brought her hands up. A feeling both familiar and unfamiliar sprang from her fingers, and the form of the women beyond the curtain went still.

Denise bit her lip, feeling a bit wrong over what she did, but convinced herself everything was to help Aida as she stepped towards her prize. Necessity won over curiosity as instead of the shower she approached the counter and picked up the wedding ring. A band of silver and gold with a studded diamond on top, jewelry symbolizing something most creatures of corruption and perversity would detest or ignore.

Now she had to summon the implet that had come to mind, a devious perverse imp loyal to Kersat, and make sure her presence stayed hidden from the succubus.The ring would help, though the implet would be unhappy, but Denise was sure she could figure out some sort of deal to secure loyal service. Hue-hue! The modern world was filled with such undisciplined people, after all, and the implet would surely jump at the opportunity to work some mischief and debauchery once Denise found a way to deal with the succubi.

Denise looked towards the shower, hearing the running water, and was sorely tempted to look at Aida's mom in the nude... but she knew time was limited and she needed the book she left upstairs to cast the ritual to summon... Meretrix. Kersat's favorite little helper.

“Girls! Get to the gym or I'll write you all up!”

Adam had never felt such relief at hearing an angry gym coach yell. The shock had knocked his... mind away from being Aida. He was a complete klutz in gym with his mind trying to come to turns with everything. It was so clear part of his mind was being... warp into Aida rather than the succubus just controlling his thoughts. Hell, she seemed to disappear or at least be distracted when he felt the shift in personality take over him...

Well, you're doing so well on your own darling; I thought I would take a walk.

Her voice whispered into his thoughts. He was surprised as the girls moved away and started leaving the locker room; he expected the succubi would quash the interruption. Didn't she suggest that she fed off pleasure before?

Sometimes a little denial makes it all the sweeter, my dear Aida, and the appetizer here was quite filling!

Now get going, hun, unless you want the coach to stick you in detention with all the bad boys and girls! I'm sure...

He didn't need her to finish as he scrambled out the door, feeling the latex shift into a more 'appropriate' form for gym class.

“Ah!” He said as he fell on his ass again, feeling his teammates roll their eyes at him, as he fell again while trying to get the ball during the round of kickball. His balance was horribly off with this exaggerated mess of a body the latex suit made him, and yet every sensation carried over as though part of him. He must have fallen on his rear three times when the coach made them run through squats, and he hated how he seemed to bounce slightly when his cheeks hit the wooden floor. The thought brought the idea of being spanked unbidden to his mind before he did his best to bury it deep.

He blushed as he heard a whistle ring out as he unsteady climbed to his feet, accidentally pushing his rear out, and stood straight with a blush. He didn't know who did it and he had no intention of looking over at the boy's team, only feeling unexpected relief that the coach had not assigned him to them. Yet it felt like every time he stumbled he couldn't help but make an ungraceful correction that elicited some reaction from the other side of the gym. It felt accidental, but he strongly suspects either the succubus or the Aida part of his mind was responsible.

His latex suit had altered into a set of nearly skin-tight gym clothes. He was horrified as the faint shape of nipples jutted through the latex fabric, which outlined his ridiculous fake breasts, straining against the fake shirt and clearly defined with no hint of a bra. Further down the shorts tightly hugged his thighs so tight he was sure the absurd latex buttocks of the suit were as clearly defined, leaving him feeling constantly exposed to the ogling of the class. He assumed the only reason he hadn't been hauled off for indecency was the succubus's doing.

“You doing good, Aida?” Hala asked, deepening the blush Adam kept finding himself with, and he jumped with a start as he felt the sensation of her pinching the latex fanny as though it was his own flesh... he hated that he felt himself grow excited from the contact.

“No.” He said curtly and pushed away from her, not looking back as Hala frowned in confusion as he looked up at the clock. Lunch was only five minutes away, and he really hoped he could find a quiet place to... process everything. Hala stared at him as he walked away, the girl blinking a few times before rubbing her eyes, as though she had trouble focusing on him suddenly.