Afeola

It was a new day. The sun shone brightly in the sky, about to reach its peak, providing the Earth with much-needed warmth from the cold, chilly nights before.

The sounds of the birds chirping their melodies had long passed, leaving the world in a silent, humid noon, unless you consider the honking noises of cars and traffic.

In a six-story apartment, on the third floor, Ayla slept peacefully and unclothed in her white bed, her head resting unknowingly against Cynthia's thighs. She sat there, hugging her and occasionally groping her chest.

A smile couldn't help but form across her face. Watching you sleep peacefully like this makes me feel at ease. You're so beautiful.'

Suddenly, she saw the movement in Ayla's eyes as they slowly opened, adjusting to the different scenery. "You're awake!"

Hearing a sweet voice from above her, she cocked her head back, and her eyes were met with Cynthia's. "What was that?"

She couldn't conceal the light red blush on her face as memories of last night's events circulated throughout her mind. Also, her body still felt sensitive.

"We had sex! Is there anymore to it?"

A look of seriousness formed on her face. "Your way of dominating wasn't enjoyable! If you want to get another's heart, you'll have to change your way in bed."

"How would you know? It's your first time!"

"Exactly!" She expressed. "Even though it was my first time... just by experiencing your overly domineering and strong nature in bed! I might have felt absolute pleasure that I couldn't overcome, but I didn't enjoy being entirely dominated! Nor would anyone else who's in my situation. No wonder your previous partners left you!"

"Before we have sex again, you'll have to prove to me that you won't be so domineering and will let others take the lead. The time until we can have sex again all depends on you." She added.

Hearing this, Cynthia froze, her eyes widening; she hadn't considered this before... It was true that she had several thousand partners before, but... They all left her after the first time, some staying for the second; this saddened her deeply, and she couldn't figure out why! Why did they leave suddenly? It was only there the first time! What went wrong?

Now, her answer finally came from her new wife. It felt like a sledgehammer hit her head. Ayla's words might've been harsh, but she sensed genuineness in them, and a realization set into her mind: 'They left because of my dominance! I might've enjoyed completely dominating them, but I never took them into account! No wonder... why they left me.'

As Cynthia experienced her realization, Ayla got off the bed, where she glanced down at her body—it had lingering bodily fluids leftover from last night, and she felt pleasure in her throat, chest, and vaginal area—the pleasure was the soreness changed to pleasure from her skill—masochism.

'The difference between us is this expansiveness... My body aches from her strength. It clearly tells you how powerful a goddess truly is, for now. I'll take a shower.'

She went into the bathroom and put on the silver-embroidered black robe along the seam that Cynthia had arranged for her earlier. Thirty minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom with her freshly washed body wrapped in the black robe.

"Thanks!" Cynthia's cheeks flushed red—she acted like a fragile, cute little girl. "I needed that... I won't be so dominant and forceful in bed, and I'll let you take the lead during sex. Will you forgive me?"

As she held her hands, her eyes couldn't help but avert from Ayla's—Ayla knew immediately that she was nervous and disturbed by his words. However, she sensed insincerity in her voice; Cynthia wasn't being genuine in her words.

"No! I won't forgive you!"

Cynthia's race saddened, "Why? W-why won't you forgive me?"

"To put it simply, it's because I sense insincerity in your voice. Why would I believe that you'll truly change with deceit in your words? Until you can genuinely say you apologize and you won't forcefully dominate me in bed, I'll refrain from having sex." Ayla walked away; she didn't want to see Cynthia's face—it irritated her that Cynthia didn't care about her feelings.

Upon stepping into the kitchen, she ordered the fried chicken and took a seat at the small dining table. 'I shouldn't be this upset over Cynthia; she's like a little child and doesn't take the feelings of others into account before taking action. For now, I'll put my mind to something else…'

She opened her status screen, and it appeared in black lettering before her eyes.

‹User: Ayla›

‹Race: Black Dragon›

‹Level: 642 -> 705›

‹HP: 146,800/146,800›

‹Demonic Energy: 144,300/144,300›

‹Strength: 73,300 -> 121,000›

‹Agility: 75,500 -> 121,200›

‹Stamina: 74,400 -> 121,100›

‹Magic›

‹Demonic Magic, Destruction Magic, Draconic Magic, Shadow Magic, Hellfire Magic, Dream Magic›

‹Skills›

‹Dark Dragon Aura, Shadow Mimicry, Esoteric Darkness Manipulation, Night Vision, Spatial Flight, Shadow Mutilation, Draconic Weaponry, Shadow Stealth, Darkness Healing, Shatter, Disintegration, Darkness Solidification, Shadow Constructs, Calm Mind, Overshadow, Shadow Step, Shadow Lock, Space Devourer›

‹Resistance Skills›

‹Magic Resistance, Fire Immunity, Poision Immunity, Shadow Immunity, Demonic Immunity, Destruction Immunity, Draconic Resistance, Seduction Immunity›

‹Innate Succubi Skills: Masochism, Life Force Absorbtion, Supernatural Beauty, Dream Constructs, Dream Walking, Dream Imprisonment, Enslavement Kiss,

Empathy, Seduction Mastery›

'Seduction Mastery… It seems influence and subliminal seduction are integrated into it. But, just by looking at my succubus skills, I'm not far from becoming one... Last night must've brought me several hundred years closer; I have about 200-300 years left…'

~~~

About thirty minutes later, she received the fried chicken and set the dozens of boxes in the kitchen. After that, she went into her bedroom to look for Cynthia, intending to ask her if she would like to have dinner with her.

However, when she arrived before her bedroom, Cynthia wasn't there—a paper note lay across the white bed. In some areas of the note, circular wet marks could be seen from Cynthia's tears appearing to have fallen on it.

The note read:

[I'm sorry, Ayla. Please forgive me; I don't know what I'd do without you... I know you won't forgive me right away, so I'll stay away so I don't hurt you again.]

The note was long and detailed, and when she got to the end...

[Lastly, check your quest tab; you'll find the details for the assassination quest there, and for your clothing, check the apartment's wardrobe.]

'I might've been too harsh on her... She's more of a child after all, Cynthia!' Ayla called for her through telepathy.

And…

[...] Cynthia didn't respond—she seemed to be set on staying away from her.

With Cynthia not daring to answer, she was left with no choice but to move on. She returned to the kitchen and ate the fried chicken. Once she was finished, she set her dishes in the sink.

'Even though I ate 500 pounds of fried chicken, it wasn't as filling as I expected. Could it be because my succubus source is rapidly expanding? It did change from about 780 years to 200-300!' She went into the closet and found a black and silver suit and armor that looked like something out of a vision.

She quickly put it on...

It mostly consisted of a black armored one-piece dress with a black and silver embroidered hood; black armored arm guards that went up just below her shoulders, which were exposed; black and silver thigh-highs; and armored knee-length boots.

'The armor is unnecessary, but I'm presuming it's so; I blend in. Is the next world a fantasy, a magical world?'

Then she opened the quest tab.

‹World: Afeola (+)›

‹World Type: Sword and Magic›

‹World level: 5›

‹Targets: (Kai Burgess(+), (Rhett Cline(+) (Janiya Irwin(+) (Adele Barron(+) (Enzo(+) (Mya(+) (Kael Snider(+) (Zaria Snider(+)›

‹Press (+) to see further details›

Narrowing her blue eyes, she pressed the (+) beside Afeola. Immediately, a message box popped up, showing the description and summary of the world.

‹World: Afeola›

‹World Type: Sword and Magic›

‹World level: 5›

‹The world was once peaceful, with dozens of races co-existing peacefully. However, as time passed, the human kingdom became more and more greedy for power, territory, and wealth. They attacked the demon continent and began a war, bringing in humans from other worlds to carry out their hidden schemes›

'A transmigration, world?'

She pressed Kai Burgess, and an information box appeared in front of her, showing the detailed information of Kai Burgess.

‹(Kai Burgess)›

‹Sex: Male›

‹Race: Human (Transmigrator)›

‹Danger Level: 7›

‹Magic System Level: 74›

‹Occupation: Hero of Light, Hero's Party›

‹Location: Ikharyn Kingdom›

‹(Tap to see Description›

'Hero of Light I presume it's the naive hero who puts others before him. A stereotypical character that fucking gets old quickly…' She pressed "Tap to see description," and a screen of his description appeared before her eyes...

He had an above-average figure, deep blue hair, and ice blue eyes; his height stood at about 5 feet, 11 inches. Furthermore, a handsome face would attract most women.

'He's the type to have a harem of 4–6 women…'

After Kai Burgess, she then went on to survey the others, and when she finished, she was ready to set out...

The space behind Ayla twisted suddenly and began to twist into a round black gate with a pulsating gate, which gradually grew to a size that could be entered.

'At least this world isn't as repetitive as the last one, but it'll still be hell…'

Facing the gate, Ayla took a step through, her figure fading into the gateway. Below her room, an elderly couple sat comfortably on their sofa, watching TV, when suddenly...

The TV went static, and the room gradually began to vibrate.

"Is it an earthquake?" The gray-haired man inquired.

The white-haired woman, who knitted a scarf, answered, "This is Missouri! How could there be an earthquake here?"

And seconds later... the shaking ceased while the TV returned to normal. They frowned, but they returned to their prior activities as if nothing strange had occurred.