A scheme of Sena and succubi

Although their paths would soon take them different directions, Kazuma and Sena started on the same route. Usually, Sena was the one who'd be going to the guild hall for business and Kazuma to the succubi brothel for pleasure. Today it was the opposite: Sena planned to leave at the fork and Kazuma would spend the day at the tavern, using his script. In the service of justice. Hopefully.

Kazuma liked to think Sena finally had faith in his good intentions, but it was more like desperation on her part. He was right: she did want a husband and the harmless, ethical use of magic to net one was probably the best thing he could be doing with that script. At the same time, Kazuma knew that absolute power corrupts absolutely: there was no way a scumbag like him would resist using the script to toy with her more in the future. At least, for now, she was confident he was acting with her best interests in mind.

And so, with Kazuma supporting her remotely, Sena entered the succubus brothel and hung the heavy trench-coat she'd worn over upon the coat-rack. Then, she placed her hat upon the hat-rack next to it. It wasn't her usual blue beret, but instead, an inconspicuous brown fedora. Even her glasses had been replaced, with round, eye-covering spectacles replacing her fashionable triangular ones. Although she didn't like how they looked, she needed to keep them on to see, especially within the candle-lit darkness of the brothel.

"I can at least be thankful that Kazuma Satou is taking this seriously. This plan of his does seem to make a degree of sense."

Kazuma had spent the morning after breakfast using the script to convince her of just that-- and it had taken some serious leaps to get her to that state of mind. Now, she stepped through the front entrance dressed for infiltration. Atop her head was a hairband with two fake horns, convincing enough in the low light, and upon her back, a pointed tail and a set of false devil wings. All of this had been easy enough to procure with the benefit of a magic script-- and to make realistic on top of that.

The part Sena had initially objected to was the rest of it. Succubi had to dress for the business of seduction. That meant that in order to infiltrate the brothel, Sena had to wear the "uniform," such as it was. Gone was the showy purple dress from earlier, now replaced with an even more provocative attire, consisting of long, black gloves down to the elbows and high-heeled boots to the upper thighs. This was actually the lion's share of the outfit's fabric. The rest consisted of the heart pasties from earlier, redesigned to a lustrous black and showing off 99% of her model-like body. If she hadn't shaven her pussy, it would be exposed enough to count the pubes.

Her beet-red, mortified face vanished, although privately, she was still feeling girlishly shy, in an endearing way. None of it showed on her face, so that no one would have any reason to be suspicious. Her legs shivered with the unusual fright of being seen so exposed by the town's men assembled at the brothel but then they stopped, because Sena recognized the importance of blending in as a succubus and knew damn well that a real succubus wouldn't have her knees knocking together. She crossed both hands sheepishly over her totally uncovered buttocks and then seriously stopped that!!

"I'm a bundle of nerves... I thought Kazuma Satou said that he would use the script to make this easy for me!?"

He could have, of course, but he had thought that reading her go through this kind of ENF-play instead, leaving her modesty intact would be pretty exciting. He hadn't realized how strong the potential to blow her cover would be. Her frosty maven of justice personality had completely melted away, replaced by the timidness of a woman who's never so much as shown her legs without hose in front of most men, now almost bare naked in front of a room of them.

... But then, as she looked around, she realized they weren't strictly looking at her. That was because each of the men seated in the luxurious lazy chairs positioned all around the room were occupied with a succubus of their own, taking their order, as it were. They weren't going to be watching the door. Furthermore, even with her own significant good looks, she didn't stand head and shoulders above the rest of the women assembled here. They were all knockouts in little bikinis, thong underwear, or less-- that was whole appeal of this place. That would make it a lot easier to move around undisturbed.

If Sena had been **** to actually fuck with any of them men here, that would have been a non-starter (unless he'd written it in the script, at least). Fortunately, this was a dream brothel. That meant that the succubi had set up a special arrangement. Men visited during the daytime, gave succubi their requests for a specific type of dream and girl, then the succubi came when they were asleep to impart the dream. In short, even if she entered a contract with anyone here, she could just duck out on that later.

Only, as she made her way to the offices to start her search for those documents she needed, she was disturbed-- a somewhat familiar voice rang out.

"So... you really found yourself at the gates of hell, huh?"

Sena nearly jumped out of her skin. She shrieked and her glasses nearly flew off her face, sliding halfway down the bridge of her nose, as she recognized the man calling out to her. Taking up two couch seats, a giant of a man with a tall, mohawk-style haircut and otherwise bald head smirked at her, spreading his beefy arms over the backrest and grinning in an intimidating manner. He was dressed only in garish pink suspenders, pulled tight over his chest and connecting to black leather pants.

"I-I... Whatever do you mean?" Sena asked, her lip quivering in spite of her attempt to put on a service-lady's smile.

"Don't recognize ya. New girl, I take it. I can see ya got the first day jitters."

The royal prosecutor was sweating bullets now, knowing that her cover was about to be blown.

"You'll fit in just fine," the man smirked, tilting his head slightly to raise his chin at her.

"What does he want?! What does he want?! What does he want?!" she thought to herself crazily. "Am I going to have to service him? Oh goddess, please, please tell me I'm not going to have to service him..."

"You know what I mean, right?" he asked, flashing her a thumbs up.

Sena opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and returned him a matching gesture, smiling and making a thumbs up, the only thing that guy ever really wants from anybody. Once she finished that, she walked away super fast towards the offices. If she saw that guy again, she'd remember that all she needs to do is smile and thumbs up. Plus, he's really not a bad guy, despite talking about the gates of hell all the time. It just makes him feel cool. I think.

It seemed to Sena as though she'd blinked a few times and somehow ended up in the back, away from the customers. Whatever the case, it seemed she was safe now. She breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly skittered further in. Her high heels made no noise, but it struck her that the carpet made it rather hard to walk in them-- she envied those succubi who could actually use their wings to fly. Her breasts swung unrestricted with her hurried shuffling as she entered the back office and closed the door behind her.

Thankfully, it was unoccupied-- all the girls were up front. The question now was whether they really kept any kind of records on the customers at all. Sena had told Kazuma she didn't think that they would; if the place was a legitimate business, like he'd suggested, then they wouldn't collect these kinds of details without informing their customers. Kazuma, on the other hand, had a hunch. He'd told her not to take it too hard. After all, the succubi were in odd territory working here in town-- one could hardly blame them for collecting some **** material to defend themselves.

And he was right! It wasn't just one folder, either. There were actually stacks upon stacks of collected information pertaining to the various patrons of the brothel. According to Kazuma, all she'd have to do was read through the documents and he'd somehow magically be able to see their contents... but there were so many records on the desk, it was hard to figure out where to start.

"Here is a record of the frequency of specific member visits... here is one detailing how much they've spent on drinks... here is one recording the vital energy collected from each... here is one detailing... my word! T-The length of the penis of each patron in inches?!"

In the tavern, Kazuma nearly spit out his drink. Why did they have that? Furthermore, how?! Were they seeing the dicks in dreams and logging the details, or were they actually checking the sleeping body of the patron when they came for the dreams? It was... actually kind of erotic, imagining a succubus pulling down his pants and measuring his cock while he slept. But imagining them laughing at his size was turning that dream into a nightmare.

Still, kind of erotic. Unable to stop himself, now being in the mood, he added an extra command.

Feeling a tinge of curiosity, and having the place to herself, Sena opened the file about the patrons' penises and began reading through it closely.

"Six inch penis... five inch penis... six inch p-penis... eight inch penis... t-ten inch p-p-penis... t-t-t-twelve inch p-p-p-penis?!" Sena cried, reading the document through a crack in her fingers as her face went red. "That's enormous!"

... Kazuma wasn't feeling as great about reading her reading this as he thought he would. Now he was just getting jealous of the length of other guys.

"Oh... This is... the length of Kazuma Satou's penis. It says-"

Sena immediately lost interest in the contents of the file and set it aside, now opening, specifically, the one related to whom each of the patrons were asking for, the content they'd come to find in the first place.

Shaking her head to get rid of a dizzy spell, Sena then straightened her over-sized circular disguise glasses and began to read. She flipped through the pages rapidly, searching for her own name. Luna's name actually appeared quite a bit-- not at all surprising, given her eye-catching tits. Sena found herself clicking her teeth regardless. Her friend was pretty darn popular.

There were other familiar names: Darkness, understandable. A dream with Darkness's looks but without her character flaws would be formidable for sure. A few for Megumin. Some men liked them flat... A few for Aqua, even. Probably that fell under the same category as Darkness-- good body, irritating personality. A few for Chris... A few for Yunyun... A lot for Wiz... a few for... a lot for...

But none for Sena.

Sena's shoulders slumped first and she fell back into the desk chair. Then her head slumped. Then tears began to well in the corner of her eyes and she slammed her fists angrily upon the desktop, scattering papers everywhere. Where?! Why?! How was it possible that not a single guy in the whole town was asking for a succubus that looked like her?! She'd planned to start with that criteria and then narrow it down to someone with romantic inclinations, but there wasn't even a single person asking for her?!

No! Sena couldn't give up. It was impossible to think that with her great body, not a single person was interested. There had to be something she was missing. Maybe they were under a different name, or-

"-hidden under the desk," Sena mused, smiling as she brought a thick folder out from a secret compartment beneath the desk's top. "Jackpot. I suppose this makes sense. These all say rejected... they'd been forbidding anyone from summoning a succubus that looks like me for fear I'd shut the place down if I found out."

There was a whole file full of people who'd asked for her specifically. Furthermore, a lot of them had spelled out their dreams in detail-- sometimes alarming detail-- allowing her to tell which carried a hint of romance. The financial stability part she could work out later.

"D-Doggystyle?! On our first meeting?! I should have this man arrested! F-F-Fellatio?! Swallowing?! No!" Sena wanted to stop reading but something compelled her to continue to read men's sexual fantasies about her out loud in explicit detail. "Collared to a bedpost with dog ears... D-Drinking from a bowl like a dog... Wearing a little bell around my neck... U-Urinating outside... Why are so many of these about me being a dog?!"

Kazuma hoped he wouldn't have to answer that one later, but he wasn't willing to beam the real answer into Sena's head, that men liked to see a hard-ass like her turned as submissive as possible, with a raging kink for degrading herself.

"Letting a man lick my toes... whipping a man's hindquarters with a little leather whip... stepping on a man's balls in high heels..."

Well, Kazuma supposed not everybody wanted her to be a masochist. Some people were pretty masochistic themselves. Still, this was getting pretty painful to read. He made her speed past those ones.

Sena was becoming utterly frazzled, amazed at the breadth of sexual activities that the townspeople all wanted to have with her. Some of them were repeats, sure, but there was a lot of variety here, both in terms of requested dreams and the people requesting them. Rather than romance, they all seemed to have the dirtiest things on their minds, and now, script aside, she found herself reading closely, just looking for something that would appeal to her rather than revolt her.

On the other side of town, Kazuma had to get up from his table at the tavern. He rolled up his script and stuck it into his pocket. All of this reading about Sena being fucked in every position known and a few he was learning of for the first time was giving him a massive erection and this was not the place for it. Still, before he left, he owed her one more thing: he'd squash any further hesitation on her part. Boldly, he added to the script:

"Once Sena found the dream and requestor she liked, she closed up the file and put it back like she found it, resolving to meet with the person in question that night at his place of residence."

The royal prosecutor, barely dressed as a succubus, continued to read out steamy scenes to herself one after another in the privacy of the office for nearly an hour, before she finally came to one that excited her. With her heart hammering at the idea of real romance, an oasis in a sea of chauvinist nonsense, she finally closed up the files and returned them to their proper place. She'd never heard of this man before, but she committed his name and address to memory.

Something about the address bugged her... But she could think about that later.

Sena resettled her glasses in a stately manner, then lifted her not-so-stately dressed bare bottom from the seat. She had everything she needed. Now, she could finally leave the succubus brothel-- and with plenty of time to redress in a nice way for her meeting tonight with the man of her dreams.

She'd grown used to the atmosphere and allowed her fists to swing confidently at her side as she made her way to the entrance, wearing her no-nonsense frown once again. She was nearly to the coat-rack when she heard a voice behind her-- another man's.

"Is that what the royal prosecutor's ass looks like?!"

She felt a shiver run up her spine and stood totally still, ironically giving the man a better look at the ass in question. She didn't answer.

"I knew she had a creamy white ass like that! And look! There's a little beauty mark on the right cheek."

Her whole body was quivering now and her composure had utterly failed her. She was ready to turn around and arrest the entire brothel.

"To think, they finally got a succubus that looks like her!"

Sena breathed a sigh of relief. She gave the men a charming little wave of one hand and a pretty smile, looking over her shoulder with the shine of her glasses hiding her eyes. She stepped outside, finally free. It was finally time for her to reunite with Kazuma.

-------- "Ko no-

She stepped outside without her coat or hat. For just a moment, she was standing essentially nude, wearing fake horns, fake wings, and a fake devil tail, slutty gloves and high-heeled boots, and not much else besides the tiny stickers over her breasts and slit, in broad daylight, surrounded by townspeople. A few men gave her a lecherous up-and-down look, while a few women gossiped about how shameless it was for the succubi to walk out looking like that outside of the night hours, when decent people were still walking around town at their jobs.

Sena self-consciously hugged one arm across her bosom and placed the other between her legs as she squeaked back inside the brothel's door and grabbed the rest of her disguise off the coat rack.

-------- "Ko no su baaaaaaaAAAAAAA!!"---------