In a shapeless void, Minagi was sitting on large, stuffed throne while looking at a sphere with an unimpressed expression. She had managed to cast her scrying orb in the outside world, and wanted to see what was happening in the Pocket Castle for the Purple Sabbath. She was thoroughly disappointed. An orgy was only happening in one room with less than half the male inhabitants of the place, and it included none of the heroes. Worse, rather than taking every inhabitant found on the spot, some monsters were debating whether or not they could even be considered partners.
She pouted as she saw some of her sister's creations losing themselves in pointless augments rather than in pleasure as they should. They were monsters. There were males available (and even willing) to have their way with them. It should have happened naturally. Instead, she only had this boring argument that had threatened to devolve into a barbaric fight before that yoma teacher stepped in. Maybe Tamamo would have liked this show, but not her.
A while ago, when she saw the little hero and his battle harem appear, she initially hoped she would get to enjoy something a league above the usual show in Succubus Village that happened during during the Purple Sabbath. The party there had become so ritualized and so routine that it had lost some of its luster over time. However, seeing several men, including two legendary heroes, surrounded by a large number of monsters? That should have been an interesting spectacle. And instead, she got… that.
A sing song childish voice echoed from the darkness. "What is onee-chan doing?"
Minagi closed her eyes while unconsciously passing a hand through her long, silky hair. "I am trying to find something entertaining to watch for what should be a memorable evening. Also please drop the cutesy act when we're just between us. I'm in no mood to cajole you right now."
The voice became slightly more serious. "I was just bored. Sorry." Hiruko stepped out of the shadow, her small figure clad in a red coat with furred extremities sauntering toward the succubus. As she took a coy pause with her hands behind her back, her yellow eyes took a peek at what Minagi was watching, while a tentacle affectionately snuggled around her sister's wrist. "Wow. That sucks. Couldn't they just eat them up?"
Minagi scrolled her orb toward the cells where the three men that made the object of this stupid debate were held.
The first man she saw was a strong-looking adventurer. Clad in a green outfit, his eyes were those of a seasoned warrior. He was patiently waiting while the verbal fight between both sides was still raging, as if it was just another day for him. She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on him and her imagination started running wild over his endurance. Pictures popped in her head as she envisioned the pleasures she could share with him as she sucked him dry with those currently distracted descendants of her watching in awe. As if he noticed her, he pulled a cherry out of his pocket and started rolling it on his tongue while looking cross eyed. The eyebrow raising action killed the good mood of the succubus, and she decided to take a look at the two other guys instead.
The first of the remaining two men had a utility vest she had already seen on those that regularly used makinas. There wasn't anything remarkable about him at first… Until she noticed that he glanced a little too frequently at the lavatories. She skipped in a hurry, as lovers with those kinds of obsessions had a tendency to destroy the atmosphere in the middle of the act by making a particularly humiliating request.
The last one was mostly naked and hiding in a corner like a frightened animal. At first, she felt a bit of pity for him… until the man pulled out panties from somewhere and started pleasuring himself with it. He had the opportunity to go for the cream of the crop of sexy monsters, and instead he had chosen to do this? There was no interest in playing with an already broken toy.
The succubus remained impassible, but the scylla was grimacing at the pathetic sight.
"You know what? I don't think I would touch them either."
Minagi solemnly nodded. "Agreed. Let's try to find one of the heroes. They should be more entertaining to watch."
The succubus ancestor easily managed to find Heinrich, but the man was currently eating in a restaurant in the company of Alicetromeria. Even from beyond her orb, the succubus could feel the threatening aura of the disguised Monster Lord, a wordless explanation as to why Heinrich remained unapproached in this night of debauchery. She gauged the behavior of the two companions, and deduced that they were unlikely to get it on anytime soon. She zoomed back and only saw the empty streets of Grandeur, devoid of activities. There was nothing else of interest to see here.
The orb moved back even more, and the landscape inside started moving at high speed once again. After a while, the succubus identified the signature of the Daystar's son with her youngest daughter, and she managed to center her orb on it. The sight stopped on the colosseum, and the succubus smiled as everything she was feeling promised for a good show. She zoomed in to see what was happening inside, expecting a spectacle for the ages.
Her expression decomposed. It was indeed the show of the century… But not quite the one she expected.
Meanwhile Hiruko was already rolling on the floor laughing, her tentacles expanding and contracting randomly.
The sky around Grand Noah was illuminated by fireworks, makinas and spells cast from the colosseum. The place was as illuminated as daytime, and every seat was filled with someone chanting or singing the name of tonight's performers.
"Huooooooh!"
In the center of the colosseum, a stage surrounded by a lot of heavy makinas had been installed. There, four succubi dressed in pink, short cut frilly dresses were dancing and singing happily. At the center of the scene was a sweating Luka. The hero's fingers were moving at great speed over the strings of a guitar that was connected to sound amplifiers. Periodically, one of the succubus or another staff member cast a spectacular spell that illuminated the area spectacularly.
"We're magical! We're girls! We're magical girls! Bringing your dreams to life and your life to heaven! No matter if you're young, you're old or a heathen! Come to us! Embrace us! But don't die for us because we want you!"
The four singers took a pause with their left hand raised while doing a victory symbol, and the stage fell silent for a moment while the crowd cheered happily as the song ended. Just afterward, Luka started the first beat for a new, electric song. Soon enough, Saki, the idol succubus started singing.
"When you're this swag the world just bows at your knee!"
"Saki!"
"Marry me! Huoooooh!"
She continued singing before another succubus stepped forward and took her turn.
"Don't get me off, 'cause I'll just get irate!"
"Alma Elma! The queen of our heart!"
"All succubi are our queens!"
As she ended her part, another succubus stepped forward.
"Gotta get out and get back to business!"
"Evaaaaa!"
"So mooooe!"
"Marry me! I'll sustain you foreveeeeer!"
She stepped back before the last member of the quartet took her place.
"The heaven frown upon us on this daaaaay!"
"Morrigaaaaaan! Suck me dryyyyyy!"
"So magical! So stimulating!"
The succubi all stepped forward to sing the final chorus, and a thundering applause exploded once again as they ended their song. Everybody, save for one person, screamed their happiness and their support to the group.
That one spectator was a small figure concealed by a hooded cloak and was happily munching on a slice of thin fried tofu. She also was one of the three people that had the biggest responsibility in the event tonight. She was both afraid of what she helped create and enjoyed it to a degree she didn't feel comfortable with. In any case, every single second of what was happening was getting preciously recorded in a makina she was carrying, as well as in her memory. She knew her partner in crime also set up makinas to register everything, but she wanted her own record for herself. She kept telling herself that it was for educational purpose and for entertainment, but a part of her forced her to admit that said material would be more useful for blackmailing purposes.
A new song started, and she found herself humming it in rhythm before soon. Her magical senses suddenly picked up an unidentified long range observation spell. She analyzed the invisible eye in the sky: It had been here for a few minutes, and the signal it transmitted didn't have any direction, which meant it came from another dimension. She focused on the signature of the orb, and felt a wave of relief coupled with amusement when the most defining element was the almost overwhelming lust radiating.
Hey Minagi, you're watching it too, aren't you? Can you hear me? No? Too bad… I'd have thrown away a lover to see your face right now. That's right, for the Purple Sabbath, one of your dear little daughter is part of a show, transformed as a magical girl. How do you feel about it? That might actually be enough to make you lose your cool, doesn't it? I don't think her sisters know about it, but don't worry, soon, the whole world will be able to see…
Even if her mental taunts were unheard, the small figure felt slightly happier than before. Once she considered she got enough material, she got up in the middle of the song, and started making her way backstage, unnoticed by all. Even then, she kept shaking her head according to the rhythm.
"We will, we will FUCK YOU!"
Not a single guard stopped her as she made her way through the wings of the colosseum. Only a few people could notice her, and the few that did were either too scared to do anything or used to be one of her own subordinate. She sniffed the air to try to pick up a particular scent, but didn't manage to catch the one she wanted. She took a look around, and passed in front of the lodges of the artists, smirking as memories of her partner's infamous plans crossed her mind. Eventually, the small figure heard a strange, ticking noise, as if a snake was cackling, followed by the sporadical sound of metallic clicking. She stomped the floor, and felt a hidden door draw itself in the middle of a wall in front of her.
Sighing, she silently opened the concealed door behind which her target was hiding. The not-so-secret room was relatively small, and was illuminated by crystal globes fixed on the wall. At the center of the room was a reverse lamia rolling over a human sized pile of golden coins, gleefully enjoying her gains. The newcomer closed the door before announcing herself.
"Greetings, Amira. I am glad you profited that much from our arrangement."
"KYUUUU!" the lamia fell on the ground in a particularly inelegant way. She got up and tried to look around, scared for her life.
The figure took of her cowl, revealing two large fluffy triangular golden ears above two green eyes with vertical pupils, themselves standing above a childish, yet tired smile.
"It's you! You should have warned me!" The reverse lamia clicked her tongue. The action made Tamamo No Mae's ears flicker.
"You did every effort to make yourself as inaccessible as possible because you were afraid of what Morrigan's sister could do upon you as possible retribution. I had no way to tell you I was coming."
"Tsk! Whose idea was it to get her to participate in that show anyway!"
"Your. I only told you how to get her and Alma Elma to do anything for you, as well as the risk involved. You're the one who decided to do this show to get money."
"And what was I supposed to do with this information?" Amira clicked her tongue once again. "Let it got to waste?"
"No, only draw the line to how much you can earn from it. That whole show is impressive. But pimping the Succubus Queen and one of the Lilith Sisters to horny fans? This is going to backfire."
Amira chuckled. "All of the fans who bought tickets for a devilish night signed forms that remove any responsibility we can have on the matter. The succubi can suck them dry, it won't be a problem."
Tamamo started fanning herself. "Given who you decided to involve, a lawsuit for murder will only be a minor inconvenience compared to the worst that can happen."
Amira's eyes narrowed as she looked at the kitsune. "Are you threatening me? I can easily have you thrown out and hunted like the vermin you are!"
Her interlocutor checked the enchantments around the door. One way magical dampeners, she could go wild… Her aura started flaring, scaring the reverse lamia who hid herself behind the pile of coins.
"I should remind you that I am one of the Heavenly Knight, a monster that by her strength alone stand above all queens, and whose wisdom is a myth through the world. I am not a rubbish scammer trying to get some petty money." She didn't speak any louder, reinforcing the weight in each of her words.
Her aura died down. "I am only trying to help you." She ended her sentence by flashing a small smile. "As thanks for creating something so entertaining."
"Mmh." Amira clicked her tongue once again, which started getting on the fox's nerves. "All right. I will listen to you."
"First, let's find a way to get sure that… huh?"
The kitsune felt two signatures coming this way. The mix of lust magic and wind around them coupled with their power level identified them to the kitsune's trained senses. Their approach didn't bode well, and Tamamo could already hear the blue haired succubus's irritated voice.
"Alma Elma and Morrigan are coming. The show's already over?!"
"They were at their last song when you entered. Now is the time for Lucretia's aerial ballet. Didn't you read the show's program? Or did you just take your sweet time?" The lamia's condescending tone really started to irritate the kitsune.
"Even then, they should have no reason to come here!" Tamamo's patience for her partner was starting to wear thin.
The kitsune considered her options. If she went out right now, she'd assuredly get caught by the succubi. This could compromise her plan, and, more importantly, put her at their mercy.
"I'll hide, keep them on this side of your hard earned gains."
Tamamo graciously jumped behind the large pile of coins and put her hood back on. That might not be enough, but it was the best way to avoid getting found out for now. A few seconds later, Alma Elma and Morrigan entered, still transformed as magical girls. The former looked unhappy, but the latter looked all simply furious.
"Hey! You! About our deal! I agreed to participate in this show in this ridiculous getup if I got Luka for myself right after! And I learned you told the same thing to Alma Elma?" She shoved herself as close to Amira's face as it was possible without contorting herself. "What's that about?!"
Come on! I told her to offer a different hero to each of them to precisely avoid that! She would never have been to fulfill that anyway but she would have been able to renegotiate the deal! She's about to be blown off!
"Well, when we created this concert for coexistence at the occasion of the Purple Sabbath, Luka told me he was ready to do anything to have the greatest succubi around. And since I knew each of you were interested to have him for yourself, I thought it was a great idea to tell him that he should pay a little of himself to make sure it comes to pass if you catch my drift."
"And you used that argument to convince both of us while hoping we wouldn't catch on?!"
"Trust me, I realized my mistake, and as such, I invited Heinrich so that each of you could have your own hero for yourself."
"Fine then. Where is he?" Morrigan twisted around, trying to look over the heap of gold. "Right behind your hard earned gains?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"He was willing to participate but alas!" Amira dramatically turned. "His companion didn't seem to consider letting go of him."
Tamamo relaxed ever so slightly. At least, the lamia knew how to improvise when it came to creating excuses. She could hear Alma Elma sigh.
"You could have used a part of the show's benefits to buy food to bribe Alicetromeria. Maybe we should take a bigger share to make up for it…"
As soon as the succubus queen started moving toward the pile, Amira threw herself between her and her treasure, making part of the top of the pile collapse toward a kitsune whose worries were now growing by the second.
"Wait wait wait! I have something else to offer you instead. Rather than two insipid heroes, I have chosen a selection of fans specifically to give you company for the night!"
Morrigan took a moment to consider the offer. "Huh. From you, that's actually a nice compensation. Maybe I misjudged you and you're not a money crazed profiteer…" A realization made its way through the mind of the succubus, and a disgusted expression gradually appeared on her face. "Unless you always intended to get extra money by making fans pay to sleep with us like you did for Saki and Eva…"
"I would certainly not do anything like that!" Amira sounded indignant.
"You absolutely would." Morrigan sounded jaded. "I can tell that you actually did." She made a dismissive gesture. "Fiiine, we'll take them anyway. You better give us a cut of those ticket sales as well. I know how much people would pay to simply touch either of us, so don't cut us or you'll regret it."
"Fine! You'll get half of it!"
"Make it three quarters. We're doing the whole heavy lifting on this one."
Amira gasped, but didn't answer, silently consenting to this compromise.
Just when the issue looked resolved, Alma Elma started sniffing around.
"It smells like thin fried tofu… Did one of the kitsunes enter this room?"
The lamia jumped up. "No!"
Tamamo inwardly facepalmed. That was the worst possible answer the lamia could have given. Anyone with a modicum of perception could tell she was lying.
"Oooh. Are you hiding something?" Morrigan started grinning while charging both of her hands with her aura while inching closer to the panicking reverse lamia. "Well, we'll make you talk, I'm pretty sure those boys can wait a few more minutes…"
"Wait, wait, wait, I can explain!"
"You better do it fast, the faster you do start, the less tickets you'll have to pay back… Hehehe… HAHAHA!"
Nobody spared a glance at the small form leaving through the still-open door in a hurry.
Tamamo made her way to Luka's lodge. Contrary to the succubi's, his was very discreet and unmarked. She knocked twice fast, then once, then twice again. The door opened to reveal a wary Luka, and she lowered her hood when she entered. The hero closed the door right afterwards.
"Amira really screwed that up. I almost got caught by Alma Elma and Morrigan." Tamamo removed her cloak, freeing her nine wondrously fluffy tails. "Did you give her the full plan?"
Luka shrugged. "I did." The hero sat on a large couch and sighed. "But she seemed distracted and looked over a few important details. What did go wrong?"
"She pushed her luck and tried to get extra by selling their services."
Luka looked down. "Of course, she couldn't help herself..."
"And she's going to pay the piper..." Tamamo smirked. "Well, let's move on then." She licked her lips as she looked at Luka with a salacious smirk. "Do you want me like that or do you prefer me to go as an ancestor?"
Luka shuffled awkwardly a bit. "I'd like to see you in your full glory, but… If I didn't want to deal with the succubi, it's because I was worried they'd be too hungry and they're terrifying then, and your true form is… well…"
"Oh, don't worry, I know how to behave myself." She was a bit surprised that Luka acted so meekly considering how many times he had wrestled with a monster. Then again, if he knew about her past self, his concern was more legitimate. "I learnt to over time."
Tamamo chanted the words of dispel that would give her back her true body. She was now standing tall in all her glory, her ever so curvy figure a feast to Luka's eyes. The hero gasped when her dress hit the floor. She slowly made her way to him while swaying her hips, and soon enough her tails started working on freeing him from his clothes. Luka was silently getting excited by the sight of her body and the tickling touches of her tail, which pulled a chuckle out from Tamamo.
"Please relax, I will take care of everything and make sure we both enjoy this night to its fullest…"
After all, why the Purple Sabbath should be limited to succubi?