Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!

Chapter 44 - 44: The Prodigious Nim, Part Thirteen

{Armia}

As the Introduction to Spellcrafting classroom filled with chattering students, Armia sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on the door.

[I wonder where she is,] she thought. [Class is about to start, and she's still not here. Neither is that kitsune girl.]

Armia shifted in her seat, her tail twitching behind her.

The thought of going to Melisa's house after classes were done made her scales itch with discomfort.

It wasn't that she had anything against the nim girl personally, but the idea of spending time in a nim household, surrounded by nim things and nim smells...

[It's just for the project,] she reminded herself sternly. [Once it's done, I won't have any reason to associate with her outside of class.]

Still, the prospect made her uneasy. She knew that if she and Melisa continued to work together publicly at the academy, people would start to talk. They'd see the two of them, the darian and the nim, and they'd make assumptions.

Assumptions that could damage Armia's carefully cultivated reputation.

[Like the old saying goes, reputations take ages to build and seconds to destroy. No, it's better to keep our interactions private. Melisa's house is the safest option, even if it does make my skin crawl.]

Just then, a light tap on her shoulder jolted Armia from her thoughts.

She turned, her orange eyes widening slightly as she saw Raven standing beside her desk.

"Hello," the black-haired girl said, her voice strangely monotone. "You're Armia, right?"

Armia nodded, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I am."

Raven's grey eyes seemed to bore into Armia's,

Armia almost didn't notice when Melisa abruptly stopped talking.

The sudden silence jolted her back to reality.

Melisa was blushing furiously, her cheeks a deep, ruddy purple. Her eyes were wide and fixed on a spot somewhere below Armia's waist.

[What is she staring at?] Armia wondered, confused by the girl's reaction. [Did I spill something on my pants?]

Curious, she glanced down at her lap... and felt her heart stop.

There, straining against the fabric of her trousers, was Armia's life-long traitor, standing at attention.

Armia's face instantly flushed a brilliant gold, her scales standing on end with mortification.

[AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!] she screamed internally, her hands flying to cover herself.

She and Melisa locked eyes.

It took everything Armia had not to throw herself off this place's roof.