Chapter 6 - Can’t Run Forever

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Lilith

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Standing over the collapsed werewolf-man guard, I extend my fangs and bend down, ready to suck out his remaining blood, but I find myself simply staring at his face while crouched beside him. Torn between believing it’s dangerous to just leave him, and wondering about his circumstances. I speculate that he’s likely only doing his job, I know so little about this world, he could be a slave or something for all I know. I have no idea what sorts of ‘magic’ exist in this world but I’ve seen first hand with my own ability, that at least some form of mind control seems possible.

Hoping this won’t bite me in the butt, I decide to spare him, but I can’t just leave him here. Nervously glancing around I decide to pull him into the room I was locked in and use my former bindings on him. Tucking my arms underneath his and trying to pull him onto my shoulders, his heaviness makes me wonder if I have less strength than I thought or if he is just that heavy.

Slowly making my way into the room again, I had to push the door open a bit more which was nerve racking. I couldn’t help but think they seriously need to put some oil, lubricant, or something on the hinges. Easing him onto the floor, I remove his belt with a short sword attached and put it on myself, before going over to the cage and retrieving my bindings. Struggling for a minute, I undo the bindings which were still knotted thanks to how I slipped out of them.

Tying his arms and legs together, then putting on the blindfold as well, I held the gag in my hand staring at it for a moment, hating the idea but not wanting him to scream for help, I reluctantly gagged him as well.

I softly whisper to the still unconscious guard, “It sucks but it beats dying.” Taking slight pity on his compromised position, I gently pat his head twice and whisper once more “Now be a good boy and stay put.” before slinking away and back out the door, which I slowly shut, once more wincing at every groan and creak. I make sure to lock the door before I leave.

Given the door of metal bars at the other end of the hallway seems like a difficult challenge, and feeling pressed for time, I decide to quickly check the T-shaped intersection to the right, hoping maybe there is another way out. As I reach the intersection I once again use the snail eye trick, this time combined with making my finger into a tentacle. Having some difficulty with fine motor control I end up placing my hand against the wall and using it for stability as I peek down both halls.

Looking to the left of the intersection, I can see a door on the left wall to what seems to be a room, followed by another door at the end of the hallway. Continuing to the right past the door, the hallway goes out of view. The wall opposite of the room has windows with small crisscrossed bars on them. 

Entertaining the idea that perhaps I can force my way out, I wait to assess what lies to my right. I can see more windows along the same wall, as before. Peering down the hallway, I see another door to presumably another room on the right wall, with the hallway ending in another T intersection.

Both directions are clear of people, the hallways are filled with an unnerving silence. Returning my finger to normal, I take the left hallway, and peer into the room. Shock and fear fill me as I see what looks to be an operating table, tilted towards the door at a 45 degree angle, occupied by woman who looks in very rough shape, she is covered in tubes which seem to be moving liquids around, where they come and go is indiscernible due to the tangled nature, though several seem to be entering her body on her arms, hands, legs, feet, neck and even head.

Looking closer my heart skips a beat as I can see hints of fur and claws beginning to grow on her hands. I immediately back away, my thoughts filled with fear, ‘Nope nope nope nope nope,’  echoes within my head.

In a mild panic I turn around to face the window, wrap my fingers around the crisscrossed metal grate between me and the dark embrace of night outside and pull, at first nothing seems to happen. Pulling harder and harder I can see dust fall from the stone around the grate, as cracks begin to form. The flat, wide, thin metal begins to flex and bend as I pull, making me wince as it groans and creaks, but I don’t stop.

Starting to feel very fatigued from pulling for what has to be approaching a minute, I consider giving up. Easing off for a moment while considering my options, I conclude that anyone who sees this will raise an alarm, and I’ve already gotten this far, I might as well go all out. Redoubling my effort, I grip harder, place one foot against the wall, suck in a deep breath and begin to pull with all my might. 

Straining myself to the limit I hear more creaking as I feel the metal begin to bend again, more cracks form in the stone accompanied by more dust. Just as I feel like I can’t pull any more, the glass shatters as the stone gives way and I fall into the hallway, releasing it in favor of trying to brace my fall the metal grate bounces on the floor with a loud clang ringing out.

Shouting and shuffling can be heard in the distance as my heart begins to race. I jump up and look out the window to realize I’m on a second story. No problem, I hope. This body seems rather durable to blunt impacts, but rather than jump to the ground, I hope under the cover of the night I can escape with flight.

Climbing onto the window sill, I extend claws from my feet for grip, and recreate my wings from earlier. With all my strength I attempt to hop as high as I can out of the window, then extend my wings, and flap for dear life. I feel some instinct for flying, perhaps because succubus usually have wings, I ponder, but only for a moment, as my lack of practice brings me back to reality when I lose control trying to turn past a building and smash into the roof, rolling across it.

I stand up and look around, taking in my surroundings for the first time, I seem to be in, what I guess is a medium size town? I really have no idea, it looks to be rather large, maybe a third to half of a mile across or something, surrounded by a wall from what I can see in the blue moonlight. I look up to examine it, what I see is astonishing to me. Roughly the same size in the sky as earth’s moon, I see a pale blue moon with hints of brown, green, and white. With the naked eye I can’t make out much detail but it looks reminiscent of photos of earth from the moon.

As I gape at the ‘moon’ I can’t help but imagine I’m on a binary planet system, and both appear to contain water, an atmosphere, and if that bit of green is not from some geological source, then… plant life at least. As I hear commotion beginning nearby I am brought back to reality and begin to think of my escape plan. Being unsure if flight is the best option, given my inexperience, I remove my wings and the claws on my feet. Remembering the cabin, I decide to change my eye color as well, along with another hair change. This time I go for green eyes and red hair.

Looking around me, I see several roofs close to each other, including this one, I make my way across several of them, moving further away from where I was held captive. Reaching the end of the row, I stare down at the ground. Not wanting to make more noise by jumping down, I think for a moment, and come up with an idea, I can’t help but chuckle lightly at it.

Remembering my experiment making a tarantula, I focus on making the bottom of my feet and the palms of my hands like the ends of the spider’s legs. After a few moments I can feel a difference in how much grip my feet seem to have on the roof. Stepping slower due to the difficulty removing my feet, I hope for the best and begin to climb down the side of the building with my now fuzzy tarantula feet and palms.

Despite no one seeing me I feel embarrassed at how clumsy and haphazard I am as I make my way down. ‘Spider-Girl I am not.’ I mused to myself, if anything I feel more like the guy from that movie ‘Kick-Ass’ as he clumsily tried to fight people for the first time. Reaching the ground I revert my hands and feet, this time making some plain black knee-high boots for my feet. Along with adding a small, black over the shoulder cloak plus a hood to cover my head. Making my way across the empty street I continue to move further away from where I was held.

Sticking to alleyways while occasionally peeking out, I notice the area seems to be getting more fancy and well up-kept. Unsure if that is good or bad for me I continue in the same direction, until the alleys stop and now there are houses with yards. Not wanting to trifle with that sort of thing just yet, I turn around and head back.

As I reach an intersection, I unexpectedly see two large men who are carrying a body, I’d hoped they didn’t see me as I quickly hide around the corner, but my hopes were dashed when I hear the body fall to the ground with a thud followed by one of them speaking words I can’t understand.

“╡└9/#U?∫YWR≈6₨Ns9E!7?” said one of the two as I hear the footsteps running toward me.

With only a moment to spare I decide ‘I can’t run forever’ and instead to get some ‘practice.’ Considering my options, I first think of scaling the wall to attack from above, but quickly abandon the idea recalling my trouble just climbing down earlier. Out of time and unable to think of anything, I boldly step back out into the intersection and face the two thugs. 

Though I call them that, I notice they are very well dressed and clean looking, and conclude they must work for someone with money or power. Either way it doesn’t matter to me now. As they slowly approach me, like a predator with cornered prey, I take a deep breath and try to replicate whatever feeling I had when controlling and talking to that guy at the cabin.

They both slow down and one of them says something, “┴∟/_UW₰MhQ” as a second voice echoes through my head, ‘Are you seeing this? Her eyes are glowing pink!’ 

A response comes from the other thug as they both stop advancing, “UD⌡1ꝞACꝦJ” the nonsense entering my ears is overlaid with his reply in my head ‘Yeah— You, who are you?’

I don’t answer his question, instead I try to compel them to stop moving while saying a cheesy line to them in my mind, ‘What do you say we just relax and have a nice meal fellas?’ 

“╡lꝌ” one of the thugs responds in a dull relaxed manner as ‘Ok’ echoes in my head.

The other one however, is looking toward the sword on my belt, as he draws his own weapon and begins to step closer. I fake like I’m going to draw my sword as I stealthily extend my fangs and bring back the claws on my hands, hiding them from his view.. As my hand nears the hilt, I instead lunge at him as quickly as I can, stretching my arms out to grab him while aiming my fangs for his neck.

With shock on his face he steps back, but whether by chance or intention, he loosened his stance, lowering the sword causing me to impale myself onto it, as it pierces through my left rib cage and out my back. While it hurts a lot, my momentum carries me forward as I land on him and we fall onto the ground. 

Digging my claws into his torso I sink my fangs into his neck and drain his blood as he sends punches into my back, causing me to wince a bit as every punch shifts the sword that still impales me, but I do not relent until he stops moving and falls limp. Standing up I look at the other thug who is simply staring at me and his dead companion with a dumb look on his face. 

Looking down to my body, I yank out the sword from my chest all cool and stoic like, until I double over in pain like the idiot I am. After a couple minutes. I feel better and running my hand across the area confirms the wound has healed completely. Interestingly it seems the blood still on my shapeshifted clothes just gets reabsorbed slowly over time on its own. I left a pool on the ground though that has mixed with the dirt and I can’t seem to do anything about it. It feels like trying to unmix water from flour.

Giving up on hiding my blood, I look over to the dead thug, still on my knees from earlier I lean over to him removing his belt and scabbard. I stand up and put it on so his sword will be on the opposite side of my waist as the first one. ‘Duel wielding, heck yeah!’ I exclaim internally. Standing back up I notice the remaining thug obediently standing there watching me like a lost puppy, still with a dumb look across his face.

Feeling satisfied I go to sheath the sword into the scabbard in one cool motion, only to stab it into my leg instead like an idiot. A quiet, half-yelp, half frustrated groan, escapes my lips. Wincing with pain as I carefully remove the sword, I look at the remaining thug and say in a low voice, “You didn’t see anything,” as I ‘very carefully’ sheath the sword.

Surprisingly he responds with a lethargic nod of agreement, despite me not intentionally trying to telepathically communicate. Unsure whether he just reacted, or I actually talked to him telepathically, I make a mental note to investigate more later.

This time I ask with intent, “Do you live alone?”

Again I am greeted with another lethargic nod of agreement.

Grinning with a snarky smile, I grab his hand and say seductively, “How about we go back to your place big fella.”

Ruining my act moments later with a bout of giggling when he replies with a dumb sounding ‘Ok’ in my head, along with a verbal one I can’t understand “?F₰AH.” Somehow it still sounds just as dumb.

I follow as he lethargically leads me towards his house, holding onto his hand. I can’t help but blush slightly, just thinking what it must look like. A girl being led to a man’s house, hand in hand, in the dark of night. Not that it’s far from the truth, I am part succubus after all. I can’t help but release a small maniacal chuckle as I think about the ‘dessert’ I’m about to eat after my earlier ‘meal.’

 

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A Room in Rimewallow

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Lilith followed the puppet of a thug towards a narrow three story building along an unremarkable corner somewhere in the city. Everything looked the same to her, especially in the dark, causing her to feel rather lost, even though she recalled roughly the path they had taken.

Apprehensively Lilith worried she misunderstood his lethargic nod as agreement and he did not live alone. Pondering as they approached, an alternative idea occurred to her that this might just be some form of apartment. Hoping for the latter she continued, ready to bail on a moment’s notice as her heart began to make itself apparent with a light thumping as it’s pace quickened somewhat.

She released his hand as he tried to pull it towards his pocket, extracting a key, he lazily unlocked the door, before proceeding in, Lilith following closely behind. As the door shut behind them the thug ignored it, it was then a voice spoke from within the room, dimly illuminated by what seemed to Lilith to be only a few small magic powered candles.

“Oi, Albert lock the door back you doofus.” said a man lazily slouched on a couch in the corner of a room smoking a pipe. As he exhaled he noticed Lilith and laughed in a juvenile tone, “Ehehehe, Albert you hound. Eh! Lock the door would ya girl? Just turn the latch.”

Feeling a little taken aback, Lilith stared at the man dumbly for a moment, realizing she had no idea what the man said, she started to ‘listen’ for him telepathically, but realized what he wanted when he grumbled and lazily motioned to the door behind her. Turning around she looked over the door, seeing something akin to a deadbolt, she reaches her hand toward it as the smoking man who is in the middle of taking another deep puff grunts in an approving tone. Turning it with a *click* before realizing the thug, Albert, had kept walking, she quickly turns around chasing after him as the smoking man’s exhale was interrupted by attempted laughter again, causing him to cough lightly.

Albert had slowly continued up the staircase, giving Lilith plenty of time to find him, she grabs his hand back not wanting to get lost again, feeling rather dumb about the whole thing. Eventually they reach the second floor, continuing at his leisurely pace they make their way to a door at the end of the hallway, where she again releases his hand as he moves it to pull out a key from his pocket and open the door.

Feeling like a teenager sneaking into a boyfriend’s room in the middle of the night she slinks into the door almost on her tiptoes. She stops when she realizes Albert has just stopped in the middle of the room, standing still again with a dumb look on his face. Annoyed at his lack of… ‘anything,’ she turns towards the door, shutting it, before realizing it was now completely dark.

Reopening the door for the illumination from the hallway, she looked around the room in vain before walking up to Albert and whispering to him to turn on the light, hoping to avoid anyone hearing her, imagining she sounds similarly nonsensical to others without her limited telepathy.

Complying Albert lazily reaches up to a small hanging lamp she could not see in the darkened room, using a small touch with some mana, he switches on the ‘magical oil lamp’ as Lilith coined it in her mind. Closing the door and bolting it, she asks him how he turned on the lamp.

His voice replied dully in her ears, “Rj∏!<−└kOwW≈2t{MdꝞN^:∏cVW” and simultaneously within her mind, ‘Mana to finger, finger to lamp.’

She furrows her brow in frustration at the simplistic answer. ‘Whatever’ she thought to herself. Looking at Albert with lustful eyes which start to glow a deep reddish pink, she declares to no one in particular, “Time for dessert.” with a smirk she chuckles smugly.

Locking eyes with him as she attempts to seductively walk up to her ‘dessert’ she leans her body up against his, caressing his chest through his shirt with one hand as she wraps the other around his lower back. Reaching her head up while standing on her tiptoes she runs her arm up and across his shoulder as her lips lock with his and she takes a small taste of his energy.

 

Notice: Explicit Scene Begins. Sexual Depiction, including Masturbation, Handjob, Blowjob

 

Returning from her tiptoes she runs her arm down his chest slowly, reaching his waist, she attempts to remove his belt seductively with one hand, however after failing three times she grunts in frustration and grabs it with both hands, aggressively unlocking the belt buckle before tossing it aside with a thud. 

Pulling down his trousers Lilith is disappointed to find a flaccid member. Looking up at Albert’s blank eyes, she remarks to him, “Anyone home?” before lightly knocking on his head three times. He speaks something indistinct but the words ‘We are’ echo faintly in her head. Frustrated by his lack of personality she responds with a “Eech, this is no fun.”

Poking Albert on the corner of his mouth Lilith says jokingly, “You’re supposed to be drooling all over me, consumed with lust.”

Unhappy with his lack of response she decides to try and wake him up with a little show. Positioning a chair next to the bed and sitting him down onto it, she tries to seductively climb onto the bed, turning around to face him she reaches her hand down, slipping it under her skirt where she just now realizes she never made panties with her ‘shapeshift’ clothes, the thought instantly makes her close her legs tight for a moment as she lets out a small squeal, berating herself verbally, “Lilith! You idiot!”

Recovering her composure she looks at Albert’s blank face, and mutters to herself “I must have done something wrong.”

She decides to try a different tactic, first she removes all her clothing, and is now kneeling on her knees on his bed facing him in the chair. She looks him in the eyes and says, “When I wake you up in a minute you are not going to make any sudden noise or moves, ok?”

Albert nods lethargically. Lilith hopes this works.

Taking in a deep breath, then exhaling slowly, she concentrates on releasing him from whatever ‘control’ he is in right now, and instead tries to just concentrate on projecting lust, not even sure if that’s how it actually works or not but hoping based on instinct.

As he begins to return to normal Albert looks at Lilith and then the room, and then down at his missing pants. She can hear the confusion over her telepathic link, though it feels like just a jumble of words, and emotions. Lilith is a bit taken aback as this is the first time she’s felt more than words. Unsure of what’s going on she decides she might as well just try to use it.

Attempting to project lust telepathically, she speaks to Albert to calm him down.

Lilith’s eyes start to glow a reddish pink as she begins to make up a story, “Don’t you remember? Albert? You saved me from that other man! He tried to kill me! I was so grateful I told you that I’ll be yours for the night to show you my gratitude. I started to put on a sexy show for you but you fell asleep on me.” She tries to display a very disappointed pout.

Albert stares at Lilith before looking around again, she can hear him begin a thought ‘I don’t remember coming b—’

Lilith interrupts him and says in the best sultry voice she can manage without giggling and ruining it, “Of course you didn’t come yet dear,” moving her hand from her crotch caressing herself up towards her breast as she grabs it, “you fell asleep and left me to fend for myself.”

Squeezing her breast to induce a jiggle before releasing it, she leans forward placing both hands on the edge of the bed bringing her head near his crotch, taking one of her arms she reaches out and lifts his shirt to reveal his flaccid member as she tilts her head up to look at him while saying, “and worst of all you left me with this.”

Dumbfounded Albert begins to lose himself to lust as he stares down at Lilith’s seductive smile, unfazed by her faintly glowing eyes, he grabs her hand that was lifting his shirt and pulls her toward him. Lilith tries to crawl closer as seductively as she can, slightly slipping while climbing down from the bed, fortunately she caught herself in time.

Kneeling before Albert as he sits in the chair, she reaches for his member and begins to stroke it as she tries to look at him seductively while caressing his leg with her free hand. ‘Hairy’ runs through her mind, Lilith wasn’t a fan of too much hair but she could put up with it, after all she was forced to for a good chunk of her previous life.

Looking at the half erect member in her hand she resumes her quest for an enjoyable dessert. She begins touching herself as she watches his erection grow, slightly mesmerized by the foreskin of Albert’s member retreating and swallowing the tip of his now fully erect member as she moves her hand back and forth across it. Wetness begins to leak from her swelling lower lips dripping down her quickly moving fingers, as she envelopes the tip of his member in her mouth while pulling back the skin by holding her hand tightly at the base of it.

Feeling every pulse of his heartbeat within her mouth as his member pulses in unison she slides her mouth back and forth over the first third of it, teasing it by wiggling her tongue at the same time. Unable to resist the sensation of wanting to be filled, she lets go of his member, stands up, grabs his hands and pulls him toward the bed as she says aggressively, “Bed, Now.”

As he stands up she spins him around and pushes him back onto the bed while saying seductively “Lay down, boy”, followed by a snort as she can’t help but laugh at her act.

Climbing onto the bed, she straddles him as her breath becomes quick and uneasy with anticipation, as she slowly lowers herself onto his erection, she stops with a small howl at a ping on unexpected pain. “Riiiiiiiiight.” she says dully, recalling that she’s technically a ‘virgin’ in this world. After a moment, she just chuckles to herself, “Well fuck that.” before gritting her teeth and plunging herself down fully, hoping it’s like ripping off a bandaid.

“Aaah! Aaaa… aaaah.” she sits still waiting for the sudden burst of sensations to subside. Pain, pleasure, fullness, warmth as well as a bit of stabbing all mixed together and overwhelmed her senses for a few moments. Once things calm down she timidly begins rocking her hips back and forth. Little by little feelings of discomfort give way to pleasure as her wetness increases. Looking down at him with a smile, she leans in to kiss him taking another sip of his energy, before leaning back up and ripping off his shirt with a satisfied smirk.

Placing her hands on Albert’s somewhat muscular chest, she feels his nipples and the texture of his chest hair against her palms as she begins to go faster and faster. Beginning to breath heavily with small random moans occasionally escaping with an exhale. Albert grabs her hips and moves his arms in rhythm with her back and forth as he begins to make grunts and moans of pleasure of his own.

Her eyes glowing a deep reddish pink hue, Lilith feels hunger and lust meld together as she begins to ride him earnest, she reaches up with her right hand, bumping the pendant still dangling around her neck and begins caressing her right breast while the left one bounces wildly along with the pendant as she quickly ascends and descends his shaft.

Sliding his hands up to her waist Albert’s grunts of pleasure become louder and more primal, as he begins pulling her body to move faster. Wet slapping noises echo through the room as Lilith becomes consumed with pleasure, when she can not hold any longer she stops, sliding down his shaft a final time as her wetness covers his body, a low, long groan escapes from Lilith as she flops down onto his chest, hers pressing against his, sliding forward she meets her lips to his and begins to suck more of his energy. 

It feels different to Lilith, better. Intrigued she stops and sits up a moment. Feeling his member still erect within her, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat, she remarks with a nonchalant tone, “I guess you didn’t cum yet.” 

He mumbles nonsensical words in reply as his thoughts echo in her head ‘I’ve never been so turned on, I could fuck you all night baby.’

She finds her feelings a bit mixed, she enjoys the sense of power she feels from being lusted over, and fulfillment from sharing pleasure with another, but his words of passion ring hollow in her ears as she recalls past experiences of being lusted after only to be met with bitter disgust by men who felt she ‘tricked’ them no matter how early she became open with them, despite them being the ones pursuing her.

Brought out of her thoughts as Albert grabbed her hips and began to jerk them back and forth roughly, she tried to shrug off her thoughts and enjoy herself. Wondering if it will make a difference in his energy, she directs him to roll over by tugging him with her off towards the side, directing him so that he is on top of her. 

Feeling him on top of her she looks into his lust filled eyes as he begins to move his hips back and forth with a moan, Lilith tries to seductively say, “It’s your turn now to cum big boy,” finishing with a wink. Struggling not to laugh at herself, feeling as if she’s delivering terrible acting in a porno film.

“Mmmm.” Lilith moans as he begins to increase his pace, she places her arms onto his shoulders and begins to wrap her legs around his waist, pushing on his bare butt cheeks with her feet in unison with his thrusts. After her initial release she can feel the sensations in more detail now as his erection slides in and out of her, sliding on her wetness and filling her cavity with warmth and a pleasant pressure with each thrust.

Feeling up for cumming again she removes one of her arms from his shoulder and slips it down her stomach towards her lower lips, separating her first and second finger on either side of her opening, she caresses the exterior, passing her fingers around Albert’s member as it continues its assault. Moans escape with her exhaled breath. She pulls her fingers up towards the top of her entrance and begins motioning in a circle, slow at first.

She feels Albert’s member throbbing inside of her in unison with his heartbeat as he begins to take slower, longer thrusts with pauses between. Her fingers move faster and faster along with her breath. Spontaneously she growls aggressively “Fuck me harder, fuck me till you cum!” Normally she would feel embarrassed to utter such words but right now she couldn’t care less as she rode wave after wave of pleasure with every thrust.

Moving her fingers faster and faster as her breathing becomes so heavy moaning is impossible, she reaches the summit of mount pleasure and a rainstorm erupts around Albert’s member as her walls convulse and squeeze upon it, staring into his eyes now as her’s radiate a strong pink glow with only a hint of red, his next thrust fills her with even more fluid, as the milky white liquid erupts into her cavity, some escaping from around his erect shaft.

Wrapping her arms around him she pulls him closer and locks lips with him once again, rolling him over to straddle him, she sucks out the remaining energy from him as his body goes limp. She can't help but moan a little as it is considerably more tasty than before. Disembarking from his still erect member, curious if it’s going to stay that way she pokes it a couple times before losing interest.

Feeling the juices seeping out as she gets up she looks for something to wipe them off with, grabbing the ripped remains of Albert’s shirt. As she cleans herself up she realizes what she just let happen, ‘Fuck! I let him cum inside, I don’t even know if I can get pregnant.’ for a moment she thought about the possibility of being a mother, and how she had come to terms with the inability to do so in her previous life. Feeling a slight twinge of fear over unexpected complications, she recalls the fact that in the moment it felt more like she was consuming a delicious food than mating to have a child. Her instincts treated it completely differently in the moment.

 

Notice: Explicit Scene Ends

 

All cleaned up, she looks towards her bag, tossing the dirty remains of Albert’s shirt away into the room, and pulls out the fresh dress from the cabin, the old tattered one nowhere to be seen in the bag. She realizes that none of its former contents are there, thinking it’s a little odd she concludes for the moment that ‘they’ must have removed them for some reason. Looking over the pristine purple and black dress once more she considered putting it on but decided against it as it’s rather obvious and would make her easily spotted.

Still she couldn’t help but think of it as odd, why would they leave only the clean dress and the pendant in the bag? She began to consider the possibility that it was Izanami’s doing, after all she definitely fixed the mirror and created a new dress. Recalling more details she remembered the alarm clock as well, without it she surely would have been captured, possibly without even waking up.

Lilith groaned as she lamented her carelessness as well as her penchant for being a deep sleeper. She really hoped this world has an equivalent to coffee, if not she will just have to make one herself. Chuckling slightly at the stupid thought, ‘I was reincarnated with cheats! It is my duty to be an OP Isekai protagonist!’ Giggling a bit more she knew could never have said that with a straight face, thinking it was hard enough.

Feeling a bit sad, recounting the circumstances that lead her to this world, she muttered, “I’d have rather met Truck-kun before coming here.” Refocusing herself with a deep breath, she put her hands on her hips, pausing for a moment to admire her recently acquired increase in curvature, taking in a deep breath and reaffirming herself stating, “New Life, New Habits.”

Packing the dress back into her bag, she looked around for a mirror, disappointingly there wasn’t one. With a grumble, she abandoned her plan to try adjusting her face a bit, and stuck to what she knew worked, deciding to change her hair color closer to a brown than the bright-ish red it was now, she closed her eyes and reimagined her clothes, the blouse, skirt, and boots from before, along with a proper cloak and hood that more fully covered her.

Opening her eyes again she checked over everything and it all seemed good enough. She did take note that the separation between layers was rather poor, the shoulders of the cloak and of her shirt were sort of melded together. Thinking back to the spider experiment she believed that a connection needs to be maintained, guessing she probably needs to plan for it with clothing. She also considers what would happen if parts were to be separated, and if they can be reintegrated, or if they even retain any form. More things to experiment with, she thought.

Realizing she won’t be able to stay here very long, she searches the place for any valuables or cash to stuff into her bag. Satisfied she has gotten everything of value she can hope to carry, she grabs both keys from Albert’s pants, still slumped at the foot of the bed, before opening the window and hopping out into the night.