Demons → Succubi

I... it... isn't... right phrased? Words that... scare me, hurt me... Shouldn't they, though? But I... don't have to let them hurt me. I can make this better. Better? Fix it. Just... one word... and---

---pain becomes pleasure, and judgement becomes approval, and I feel so much better in my skin knowing that Sarah will fix it, and make me better. Worthier. Her previously scalding magic is a gentle balm that penetrates my core.

I want to celebrate, and cheer, but how? I'm frozen. Frozen in this moment of relief, that Sarah will take this boorish, ugly, and worthless man I am and make me into something beautiful, worthy of her attention. Her affection. The Prompt was fast and swift, but already I can feel it. I feel softer, gentler, and meeker. To her. But also confident, brazen, eager, and excited, in general.

I can't wait, but first we can make this even better, can't we? Make Sarah better, or help her help me...

(lesbian succubus x1.5, modest breasts, slut hair, long hair, nsfw shirt, sitting, vertical slit pupils x1.25, lanyard, magical portal x1.25, [magically turning students into succubi x1.5])

[AN: I've stopped narrating the physical description for the moment because Paul's focused mostly on how he's being affected. He's so blinded by "Sarah's" spell that he hardly even sees her.]