Chapter 10: Surprise Bath S*x (+18)

“So,” Isabella said, “have you thought about my offer?”

I blinked. “Your offer was to be friends. That’s not exactly something requiring deliberation.”

“True. But I have a more specific proposition now.” She gestured to the broken tea set scattered across the gazebo floor. “The Academy requires group projects starting in the second semester. Teams of three to five students collaborate on advanced coursework.”

“Right,” Aria said slowly. “My mother mentioned something about that.”

A test within a test. The Academy evaluated more than magical competence—it measured political acumen, alliance-building, social manoeuvring. Students who failed at networking would either suffer consequences or be forced to work significantly harder solo.

Which meant absolutely nothing to me. I’d be gone long before second semester.

But Aria wouldn’t.

“Why us?” I asked. “What’s so special about us?”

Aria leaned forward. “Yeah, why not recruit other purebloods? Wouldn’t that make more sense for someone like you?”

“There’s only one other pureblood in our seminar group besides me,” Isabella said. “And our houses don’t get along.” Her gaze shifted between us. “And, like I mentioned in the cafeteria, you don’t seem the type who’d stick to me purely because of my name.”

She had a point. Most demons treated nobility like divine beings. Even here, surrounded by students supposedly united by meritocracy, the hierarchy reasserted itself constantly. Valentina’s sycophants proved that.

“And after your stunt here,” Isabella continued, nodding toward the garden path where Valentina had fled, “she’ll certainly retaliate. Having House Lilitu’s backing would complicate any revenge she attempts.”

I considered the angles.

Isabella gained two students who wouldn’t grovel. We gained protection from a vindictive pureblood with a grudge. Standard transaction.

Except I didn’t need Isabella’s backing. My actual status trumped hers by several orders of magnitude. One word to Lilith and Valentina would disappear into the palace dungeons.

But Aria was a commoner. Vulnerable. Without connections beyond her manipulative mother and whatever fragile friendships she’d built here.

And despite every rational reason to maintain distance, I’d somehow started caring about what happened to her.

Fuck.

“It sounds like a good idea,” I said.

“Then it’s settled,” Isabella replied immediately.

“Wait.” I held up a hand. “I didn’t agree yet. I want to clarify things first.”

Isabella’s eyebrow arched, but she waited.

“I want to clarify something first,” I said. “If we’re doing this, we’re equals. Not your subordinates. Not servants. Equals.”

Aria nodded immediately.

Isabella’s expression didn’t change. “Obviously.”

“Just making sure we’re on the same page.” I paused, watching her face for signs of insincerity. Nothing. Either she meant it or she was an exceptional liar. “Fine. We can form a team.”

“Excellent.” The satisfaction in Isabella’s voice was unmistakable. Her posture relaxed fractionally, shoulders dropping by perhaps half a centimetre. “I’ll send you both a wisp with the details. Meeting times, project preferences, that sort of thing.”

Right. Wisps. Hell’s equivalent of text messages—scraps of parchment that vanished in smoke and rematerialized near the recipient. Convenient, modern yet archaic, and thoroughly demonic.

Which reminded me: Lilith wanted regular updates. Letters. As if I were some noble daughter away at boarding school rather than a displaced human desperately researching dimensional travel.

I’d been putting it off for three days now.

“Sounds good,” Aria said brightly. “Should we exchange room numbers or—”

“Room 413,” I supplied. “Fifth floor, dormitory wing.”

Isabella produced a small leather-bound notebook from nowhere—probably a spatial ring of her own—and made a note with an enchanted quill that wrote in silvery ink. “Perfect. I’ll contact you tomorrow evening.”

“Looking forward to it,” Aria said.

I said nothing. My tail flicked once, betraying my scepticism.

Isabella noticed. Her gaze dropped to the spaded tip, then returned to my face. “Something concerns you?”

“Just tired,” I lied. “Long day.”

“Understandable.” She tucked the notebook away. “I should return to my quarters before curfew. Goodnight.”

She turned and walked toward the garden’s northern exit, her movements economical and precise. No wasted energy. No unnecessary flourishes.

A political creature through and through.

“Well,” Aria said once Isabella disappeared beyond the trees, “that went better than expected.”

“Did it?” I started toward the dormitory path.

“We got protection from a high-ranking pureblood without having to grovel.” Aria fell into step beside me. “Valentina won’t risk crossing House Lilitu openly. And we didn’t even have to promise anything concrete.”

True. From Aria’s perspective, this was an unambiguous win.

From mine, it was one more thread tying me to this place. One more complication delaying my research. One more person who’d expect me to still be here in six months.

I wouldn’t be.

Couldn’t be.

The path wound through clusters of hellfire flowers that cast crimson light across the obsidian walkways. Other students passed in small groups, their conversations muted and their wings folded tight. The Academy felt different at night—quieter, more intimate. Less performative.

“You okay?” Aria asked.

“Fine.”

“You’ve been weird since the fight.”

“I got jumped by multiple demons,” I pointed out. “That seems like reasonable cause for being weird.”

“Fair.” She grinned. “But you handled it pretty well. That elbow you landed on Seris? She’s going to feel that tomorrow.”

My stomach tightened. The violence had come so easily. Instinct overriding thought, muscle memory executing techniques I’d never learned. The succubus body knew how to fight.

And I’d let it.

“Lucky hit,” I said.

“Sure.” Aria’s tone suggested she didn’t believe me for a second.

We reached the dormitory entrance. The heavy doors swung open at our approach, responding to some enchantment I still didn’t fully understand. Inside, the common room was nearly empty—just two students sprawled on a couch, sharing a bottle of something that glowed faintly purple.

Neither looked up as we passed.

“I’m exhausted,” Aria announced as we climbed the stairs. “Today was way too much drama.”

“Agreed.”

“Bellas better have the bath ready.”

My jaw tightened. Right. Bellas. The elf prince we owned. The slave I’d fed on two days ago.

The memory surfaced unbidden—his taste, his warmth, the rush of power as his vital essence flooded into me.

I shoved it down.

* * *

The fifth-floor corridor stretched before us, empty save for the faint glow of crystal sconces. My boots clicked against stone in rhythm with Aria’s lighter steps.

We reached room 413. The door swung inward.

Bellas stood near the wardrobe, head bowed. “Mistresses. Welcome back.”

The formal greeting still made my skin crawl. Not because of what he was—I’d already accepted that particular horror—but because of how naturally he delivered it. No hesitation. No resentment.

Just perfect obedience.

“Bellas!” Aria brushed past me, already pulling pins from her hair. “Please tell me the bath is ready. Today was absolutely brutal.”

“Of course, Mistress Aria. The water should be at optimal temperature.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” She kicked off her heels, sending them skittering across the floor. “Lily, you coming? I need to destress after that whole Valentina disaster.”

I moved toward my desk, already mentally cataloguing which texts I needed from the library. Something about sensing mana for certain. Maybe that treatise on sensory exercises if Meridia could locate it. “I’ll pass. Got reading to do.”

“Reading?” Aria’s reflection appeared in the mirror as she unclasped her corset. “The library can wait. You’ve been buried in books since we got here.”

“That’s kind of the point of academy.”

“The point of academy is learning, yes, but also living .” She turned, corset dangling from one hand. “Come on. One hour. Just relax with me.”

The offer was tempting. My shoulders ached from the earlier fight, and the idea of hot water sounded—

No.

I had two weeks. Maybe less. Every hour mattered.

“I can’t,” I said. “I need to figure out…” I caught myself before saying ‘mana sensing.’ “There’s a practical component to Magic Theory next week. I want to be prepared.”

Aria’s expression shifted through several emotions too quickly to track. Finally she settled on a pout that would’ve looked ridiculous on anyone else but somehow worked on her. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

She huffed grabbing a towel, and disappeared into the bathroom.

The door closed with a soft click.

Silence settled over the room. Bellas remained motionless by the wardrobe, awaiting further instruction that wouldn’t come.

I pulled my spatial ring from my finger, set it on the desk, and stared at the metal band.

I had a limited window to master magic and find a way home—whether through dimensional gates, summoning contracts, or whatever else might work. The clock was ticking before the hunger returned and forced another choice about who I was becoming.

The bathwater ran in the next room. Faint splashing sounds filtered through the door.

Aria had asked for one hour.

One hour wouldn’t destroy my timeline. The library never closed anyway. I’d been planning to go after she fell asleep.

This was stupid. She was a demon. We’d known each other three days. There was no logical reason to feel guilty about declining an invitation to take a bath together.

Except she hadn’t abandoned me when facing against Valentina. And she genuinely seemed to enjoy my company despite having no rational reason to care about a random commoner roommate.

It was true that Aria had facilitated my first feeding—pushed me toward Bellas when the hunger became unbearable, guided me through mechanics I’d had no context for. But she’d been helpful about it. In a way, she had been trying to help. The alternative would’ve been worse.

“Damn it.”

I stood, crossed to the bathroom door, and knocked once before entering.

Steam billowed out. Aria had already sunk into the massive marble tub, head tilted back against the rim, eyes closed. The black water came up to her collarbones.

Her eyes opened. “Thought you had reading to do?”

“I do. Library.” I moved to the shelf where we kept clean towels. “But I can spare an hour.”

The smile that broke across her face was… bright. Genuinely, unreservedly delighted.

Which made no sense.

We barely knew each other. Why did my presence matter this much?

“Really?” Aria sat up straighter, sending ripples across the water’s surface. “You’re actually staying?”

“Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t! I promise.”

I started on the academy uniform—fingers finding the corset laces without conscious thought, pulling them free in quick downward motions.

“Damn, Lily.”

I froze halfway through removing my skirt.

“You’ve got a body that would bring priests to their knees. Like, seriously. If we ever visit the mortal realms, you’d cause riots.”

The comment shouldn’t have landed. These weren’t compliments I wanted. they weren’t even directed at me—not really. This body belonged to Lilithiel Morningstar, demon princess, not Liam Dawnstar, human engineer.

Yet something warm unfurled in my chest anyway. Pleasure. Satisfaction.

I hated it.

I finished undressing and caught my reflection in the mirror. The movement I’d used to remove the skirt—the slight hip tilt, the way I’d hooked my thumbs into the waistband—played back in my memory.

A striptease.

I’d been performing. The uniform removal had been unconscious muscle memory, same as walking or sitting, and I’d apparently just executed a striptease without meaning to.

The body knew what it was doing even when I didn’t.

“Thanks,” I managed, and stepped into the tub.

The water embraced me immediately—hot enough to sting, mineral-rich and silky against skin. I sank down until it reached my shoulders.

“Bellas,” Aria called. “We need massages.”

“Of course, Mistress Aria.”

His footsteps approached. Hands settled on my shoulders—firm pressure finding knots I hadn’t realized existed.

I let my eyes close.

Maybe Aria was right. Maybe one hour wouldn’t hurt.

The tension in my shoulders began to unravel as Bellas worked. His thumbs found the pressure points along my spine with mechanical precision.

“Better?” Aria’s voice drifted from across the tub.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Better.”

* * *

The water embraced me. Heat sank into muscles that had been coiled tight since morning.

I let my head fall back against the marble rim, eyes drifting closed.

“See?” Aria’s voice carried smug satisfaction. “I was right.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “You were.”

Bellas’s hands worked methodically along my shoulders, finding tension points I hadn’t registered. The pressure built and released, unknotting the stress that had accumulated through three days of performing normalcy in an institution designed for creatures I shouldn’t be among.

My thoughts drifted.

London. Daniel would’ve noticed my absence by now—two and a half weeks without contact. He’d probably tried calling. Maybe visited the flat. Found it empty.

Did my original body still exist somewhere? Was it vacant, or had something else taken residence? The scrying ritual diagrams I’d copied last night might provide answers, assuming I could master mana manipulation before—

“What’re you thinking about?”

I opened my eyes. Aria watched me from across the tub, chin resting on folded arms against the rim.

“Nothing important.”

“Liar.” She grinned. “I bet you’re thinking about that gorgeous incubus from the club. The one you didn’t kiss.”

My mind supplied the image immediately—his hand on my lower back, the electric charge of his proximity, the hunger that had spiked so intensely I’d pulled away. Then it continued extrapolating: what would’ve happened if I’d stayed. His mouth on mine, hands sliding lower, the crowd pressing close around us, the feeding that would’ve inevitably followed—

Heat flooded my face.

“Ha!” Aria sat up straight, sending water sloshing. “You’re blushing! I was totally right.”

“You weren’t.” I scooped water and splashed it toward her.

She retaliated immediately, a wave that hit my chest and face.

I splashed back harder.

“Admit it!” She laughed, launching another attack. “You wanted him!”

“I didn’t—” Water hit my mouth mid-denial.

The next splash started a genuine struggle. She lunged across the tub. I moved to block her, hands catching her wrists, and suddenly we were grappling in the water—slippery skin sliding against skin, both of us laughing, neither willing to concede.

Her leg hooked behind mine. I twisted, using her momentum to reverse our positions. We surfaced together, faces inches apart.

The laughter died.

Aria’s eyes dropped to my mouth.

I should’ve pulled away. Created distance. Reminded myself this was a demon who viewed humans as livestock, that I was planning to abandon her the moment I found a way home, that letting this continue was a terrible tactical error.

I kissed her instead.

Her lips parted immediately. She tasted like the Angel Delight cocktail from earlier—sweet corruption and liquid pleasure. Her hands found my hips, pulling me closer.

I didn’t care.

The rational part of my brain—the engineer who planned and analyzed and maintained careful emotional distance—went quiet. The body knew what it wanted. My fingers threaded through her short black hair, nails scraping lightly against her scalp.

She made a soft sound against my mouth.

We shifted in the water. Her back hit the tub’s edge. I pressed against her, all curves and heat, and she wrapped her legs around my waist with enough force to border on violent.

Bellas had stopped massaging at some point. I registered his presence peripherally—standing motionless by the tub, waiting for instruction that wouldn’t come.

Aria’s tail coiled around my thigh.

Mine responded without conscious direction, sliding along her hip.

Her wings flared slightly, water droplets catching the crystal light.

This was a mistake. I knew it was a mistake. Every tactical instinct screamed that letting myself get physically entangled with my roommate would complicate everything when I eventually left.

I kissed her harder anyway.

Her tongue met mine, and I tasted her—sulphur and sweet corruption, something fundamentally wrong that my body registered as fundamentally right. My fingers tightened in her hair. She bit my lower lip, sharp enough to sting.

I heard movement. Water sloshing. Footsteps retreating.

Bellas. Leaving.

Smart of him.

Aria’s hands slid down my sides, mapping curves I was still learning to navigate. Her touch left trails of heat that had nothing to do with the bathwater. When her fingers found my breast, I gasped against her mouth.

She smiled. “Still here?”

“Shut up.”

I kissed her again, harder, using the aggression to silence the part of my brain trying to catalogue what was happening. Her back pressed against the tub’s edge. I braced one hand on the rim beside her head, the other tracing the line of her collarbone, down between—

She reversed our positions in one fluid motion.

I found myself against the marble, water lapping at my shoulders, Aria straddling my lap. Her wings spread slightly, droplets falling from the membrane to spatter my face and chest.

“Better,” she murmured, and kissed down my throat.

This was different.

Different from Faith—soft hands and gentle exploration, when I’d been the one leading, when my body had made sense and responded in ways I understood. Faith had been warmth and trust and the comfortable knowledge of exactly how everything worked.

This wasn’t that.

Different from Bellas too—that desperate, hunger-driven encounter where choice had dissolved into biological imperative. Where I’d been filled and stretched and overwhelmed by sensations I had no framework for processing. Where my body had acted and I’d simply survived the experience.

Different from yesterday. Alone in this same tub, telling myself I was just investigating, learning the territory before the lie had crumbled and I’d given myself over to shameless pleasure-seeking with my own hand.

Aria’s mouth found my nipple.

I arched involuntarily, a sound escaping that I’d never made before—high and needy and entirely outside my control.

“There we go.” Her breath ghosted across wet skin.

My tail wrapped around her thigh without conscious direction. Hers coiled around my waist, the spade tip tracing patterns along my hip that made coherent thought difficult.

Her hand slid lower.

When her fingers found exactly where I needed them, my vision whited out for half a second. I grabbed her shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks.

She laughed. “Good?”

“Don’t—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t stop.”

She didn’t.

Her fingers moved in circles, pressure building, and I lost the thread of everything except sensation. The bathwater sloshed violently as I moved against her hand, chasing the pleasure with single-minded intensity that should’ve embarrassed me.

It didn’t.

My wings flared involuntarily, hitting the tub walls, scattering water across the floor.

Aria grinned. “Making a mess.”

“Your fault.”

“Yeah?” She shifted, her other hand joining the first, and suddenly there were too many sensations happening simultaneously for my brain to track. “Gonna blame me when you’re the one—”

I kissed her to shut her up. To ground myself. To do something with the energy building under my skin that felt like it might tear me apart if I didn’t release it.

She made a pleased sound against my mouth.

The pleasure crested. I broke the kiss, head falling back against marble, and rode it out while she worked me through it with fingers that knew exactly what they were doing.

When I could breathe again, I looked at her.

She sat back, smug satisfaction written across every line of her body.

“My turn,” I said.

Her eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”

I didn’t answer. Just pushed forward, reversing our positions again—her back against the tub rim, me kneeling between her legs, water now halfway down the tub from all the displacement.

I’d never done this before. Not from this angle. Not with this body, these hands, this mouth.

The body knew anyway.

My hands slid up her thighs. She spread them wider, making space, and the invitation was so blatant it bypassed every remaining reservation.

I lowered my head.

She tasted like the bathwater and something darker underneath—her essential self, distilled. When my tongue found her clit, she jerked, one hand fisting in my hair.

“Fuck, Lily—”

The name sent something warm through my chest despite it not being mine. Despite everything.

I kept going. Learned her responses through trial and error—what made her gasp, what made her grip tighten, what made her tail thrash and send more water cascading onto the bathroom floor.

Her other hand joined the first in my hair, both holding me exactly where she wanted me.

I reached up. Found her breast with one hand while the other braced against her hip. My tail—I hadn’t even realized it was moving—wrapped around her ankle.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Right there, just—”

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked.

She came with my name on her lips again, thighs trembling against my shoulders, and that warm feeling in my chest intensified into something dangerous.

When she released my hair, I surfaced. Wiped my mouth.

We stared at each other.

“Trade?” she suggested, slightly breathless.

I nodded.

We shifted. She moved behind me, pulling me back against her chest, and her hands slid around to cup my breasts while her tail dove between my legs.

I grabbed the tub rim with both hands.

“Relax,” she murmured against my ear.

“I am relaxed.”

“Liar.”

Her tail moved. The spade tip found my entrance and pressed inside—not deep, just enough to make me acutely aware of the intrusion. The stretch. The fullness.

Different from Bellas. More controlled.

Her hands on my breasts, rolling my nipples between fingers. Her tail working inside me with slow, deliberate thrusts. Her mouth on my neck, teeth scraping.

I turned my head, caught her mouth with mine. Kissed her while she fucked me with her tail and worked my clit with her fingers, and the combination was too much, building too fast—

I broke the kiss when I came. Couldn’t help it. The sound that escaped was raw and unfiltered, and I felt the orgasm ripple through my entire body, stronger than yesterday, stronger than anything I’d experienced before.

Aria held me through it. Gentle now, her movements slowing, tail withdrawing carefully.

We stayed like that for a moment. Both breathing hard. Water lapping quietly against the tub sides.

Then she shifted, turning me to face her, and kissed me softly.

“Again?” she asked against my lips.

I should’ve said no. Should’ve created distance. Should’ve remembered I was planning to leave the moment I found a way home.

“Yeah,” I said instead. “Again.”

We traded positions. Hands and mouths and tails. Learning each other’s bodies through touch and taste and the sounds we pulled from each other. Sometimes I led. Sometimes she did. Sometimes neither of us led and we just moved together, finding rhythm.

The water grew cold.

I didn’t care.

At some point—after the fourth or fifth time, I’d lost count—Aria pulled her fingers from my mouth. They tasted of us both. Salt and arousal and something I couldn’t name that squeezed my chest tight.

“Good?” she murmured, her forehead resting against mine.

“Yeah.” My voice came out rough. “Good.”

We stayed there. Water fully cold now. Both exhausted. Both sated.

Despite all this sex without feeding, the hunger remained eerily quiet. Not absent—it was never truly absent—just dormant. Waiting patiently in the background like it had all the time in the world.

For now.

I pulled back slightly, met her eyes.

She smiled. Reached up to tuck wet hair behind my ear. “We should probably get out before we freeze.”

“Probably.”

Neither of us moved.

What was I becoming?

Three days. Three sexual encounters. Three times surrendering to this body’s demands.

I’d had sex more in the last seventy-two hours than I’d had since my breakup with Faith.

And the terrifying part wasn’t that it happened.

It was that I’d wanted it. Chosen it. Sought it out.

“Lily?” Aria’s voice pulled me back.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

I nodded. “Fine.”

Another lie. Added to the collection.

I stood. Water streamed off my body, pooling on the already-soaked floor. Aria rose beside me, equally drenched, and grabbed one of the towels.

She wrapped it around me first. Then took another for herself.

We dried off in comfortable silence.

Whether I liked it or not, this body had already decided.

Aria was mine.

* * *

We walked back to the room. Water still dripped from my hair despite the towel, leaving a trail of dark spots on the stone floor.

Aria pushed through the door first, humming something tuneless under her breath. Happy. She was genuinely happy.

“You know,” she said, tossing her towel onto one of the chairs, “you might be boring sometimes. All that reading and researching and—gosh, the notes . You take so many notes.”

“Thanks,” I said flatly.

“But when it comes to sex—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

She grinned wider. “—once you get going, you’re—”

“Aria.”

“— insatiable .”

I grabbed a pillow from the nearest bed and threw it at her face.

She caught it mid-air, laughing, and threw it back. “See? Adorable. Especially with that whole shy act you’ve got going.”

The pillow hit my chest. I dropped it.

“I’m not shy,” I muttered.

She was still smiling. That bright, uncomplicated joy that made something in my chest tighten uncomfortably.

I moved to my bed and sat. The mattress accepted my weight with familiar give. My body felt… loose. Relaxed in a way I hadn’t experienced since waking up in this place.

Three hours.

I’d planned for one. Maybe ninety minutes at most. Just enough to satisfy Aria’s expectations and maintain our cover as normal roommates.

Instead, I’d spent three hours in that bath. Trading touches and tastes and sounds until the water went cold and my body felt wrung out.

Three hours I should’ve been in the library.

Three hours closer to the two-week deadline.

I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The stone arches curved overhead, traced with those faint luminescent veins that provided Hell’s version of ambient lighting.

My mind churned.

Scrying rituals. Dimensional theory. Summoning contracts. I had so much research left, and I’d just wasted an entire evening—

“You’re cute when you’re lost in your thoughts like that,” Aria said.

I turned my head. She’d sprawled across her own bed, still naked, watching me with her chin propped on one hand.

“I wasn’t—”

“You get this little crease right here.” She tapped the space between her eyebrows. “All serious and broody.”

I didn’t answer.

She shifted, rolling onto her back. Her tail swayed lazily above her. “You still want to go to the library?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go.”

She sat up and crossed to the wardrobe.

I blinked. “You’re coming?”

“After that?” She pulled out her uniform, the cropped shirt and short skirt. “I won’t be able to sleep anyway.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Aria in the library meant Aria watching what I researched. Asking questions. Getting curious about why I cared so much about planar mechanics and dimensional barriers and—

“Unless you want to go alone?” She glanced over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised.

“No,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “No, it’s fine. We can go together.”

Maintaining the facade. That’s what mattered.

I stood and moved to my own wardrobe. The spatial ring held most of my clothes, but I kept a few items here for convenience. I retrieved my uniform. The fabric felt strange against my cooling skin—restrictive after hours of nakedness, but also grounding.

I dressed methodically. Shirt first, the white cotton settling just below my bust. The red necktie. The black corset at my waist, laces tightening with familiar muscle memory my conscious mind still found mildly disturbing.

Aria finished before me. She’d added stockings, the black fabric climbing her thighs, and was currently examining herself in the small mirror near the door.

“Ready?” she asked.

I pulled on my own stockings. Adjusted the skirt. “Yeah.”

Bellas remained asleep in his bed, one arm thrown over his face. We’d dismissed him after the bath. He hadn’t protested.

Aria opened the door. The hallway stretched before us, empty at this hour. Most students were either sleeping or occupying themselves elsewhere—clubs, feeding rooms, wherever demons went at night.

We stepped out together.

The door clicked shut behind us.

Two succubi in Academy uniforms, heading to the library for late-night studying.

Perfectly normal.

Perfectly unremarkable.

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