The breeze gently caresses my cheek, running its ethereal hands down my body with the kind of casual greed that only nature could ever truly achieve. With a last lingering brush, the air carries on, picking up leaves and dust in its wake as it travels through the gate in front of me, its heavy metal arch shining in the sunlight: "Sakurei University" it reads.
A more physical hand drops onto my shoulder, and I look up into the devious smile of my mother, her fangs standing out clearly on her purple-skinned face. "Well, here you finally are, my dear. All grown up and ready to take over the world, hm?" she asks, voice almost too sultry to be talking to a daughter. To other people, at least.
For me, this is just Mother's usual tone, a purely innocent way of talking for a succubus. Nuzzling my cheek against her hand, I reply "Of course I am, I learned from the best. I just need to head to the general building straight ahead, right?"
Mother nods, pointing right at the huge building sitting in the middle of campus. "Dagon's Hall, dear, remember that. It's named after the god of prosperity from an ancient civilization, so show respect. We really don't need help getting their ire."
I shiver at that, a motion echoed by Mother. Succubi have been outcast from society for as long as anyone can remember. The fact this university not only hired one as a teacher, but accepted me as a student, is a miracle unto its own. Annoying a god at this point would set our race back a couple hundred years, if not more. With a wistful wave to Mother, who heads off towards her dorm, I stride down the road towards Dagon's Hall, admiring its beautiful construction.
Made from some strong white stone here in the mortal world, it towered over four stories above the ground, covered in huge vistas of art depicting famous monsters and humans throughout history. Of course, we demons are always shown as the losers, but I'm determined to set history aright with my actions here. It's our turn to dominate for once!
But that plan is almost immediately ruined the moment I walk in the door. Lacking any way to see through it, I don't notice the person trying to walk out, slamming the door right into their face. Pulling out a handkerchief from my bag, I rush to the towering figure, asking "Oh goodness, are you alright? I couldn't see you there!"
Snatching the proferred cloth from my hands, the girl daubs at her nose. Her dark red fur is standing on end, physically expressing her anger at the situation. The girl glares down at me, almost twice my size, her fiery eyes locking onto mine with vicious intent. "Does it fucking look like I'm alright, bitch? You just assaulted me, so don't think you're gonna get off easy." The figure - clearly a hellhound - steps forward, raising a meaty paw as a threat. But before she says anything further, her eyes dart down, and a grin stretches across her furry face. "Oh, but these are some nice tits. Let me feel them up a bit, huh?"
My eye twitches as I plaster a smile onto my face. "My apologies again, miss, but I have to go to my class. Please kindly step out of my way, and I'll make this up to you later."
Against all odds, the hellhound just plops her outstretched hand across my shoulders, pulling me close before clamping that paw onto my right breast, giving it a good squeeze in front of the small crowd we've attracted by this point. Still holding the cloth to her bleeding nose with the other hand, she says "Don't worry bout it, no one cares if you're the first day. You owe me, so do me this favour."
The hellhound roughly gropes me, which in most situations wouldn't be so bad. But not only is this my first day at this university, there's a whole group of students watching us right now. I can't afford to look weak right now, especially in front of fellow monsters. So with a grin as lewd as the hellhound's, I bring my own hand up to her chest. She opens her mouth, probably to say something crass, but I cut her off with a simple incantation. "Spark Burst!" I shout out.
Lightning crackles between my fingers then surges into the hellhound, who immediately falls to the ground, her limbs twitching spasmodically from the surprise attack. The crowd surges forward, their monster blood invigorated at the thought of a fight. Especially since, from beneath my clothes, my succubus wings and tail emerge; a collective hush settles over the group, waiting to see what one of the fabled succubi can do against a clearly strong hellhound.
For her part, the hellhound struggle to her feet, fighting off the lightning probably still coursing through her muscles. The two of us lock stares again, but this time in clear antagonism - someone is going to pay quite the price.
So it is that for the second time today, I'm startled by a hand on my shoulder, then another, then another two that cup my cheeks, puffing my face out strangely. The surprisingly strong limbs lift me off the ground, and bend my neck back to look up into the glare of a pale-skinned face with eight black eyes. The arachne woman - since who else has that many eyes and limbs? - purses her lips before barking out in a strict voice, "Everyone, get to class. I'll handle this from here." The speed at which the crowd disperses makes me cock an eye; clearly this arachne is held in pretty high regard if the promise of a fight is snuffed out this face.
The hellhound glares at both me and the arachne. "Miss Twinweave, stay outta this. This little bitch wanted to pick a fight, and I'm gonna teach her that's got serious consequences."
Unfazed, the spider woman runs a few eyes over my body while the others gaze pityingly at the hellhound. "I didn't realize you were a teacher, Cerus. I was going to let the two of you off with a warning since it's only the first day, but if you want to annoy me further..." the arachne, Miss Twinweave apparently, trails off, her face twisting into a sadistic grin.
The hellhound, Cerus, goes pale at that, then grumbles an apology before stumbling off, her limbs still not working perfectly yet. Alone, the arachne turns her full attention to me. "As for you, I'm guessing your Noxura's daughter. Don't bother answering - no other succubus is stupid enough to pick a fight first thing, especially against someone like Cerus. Come along." Without even giving me time to say anything, Miss Twinweave tightens her grip on my shoulders and face, carrying me into the building, seemingly oblivious to the incredulous stares we receive from passing students and faculty. Soon, we arrive at a room marked 1-E, where the arachne says "This is your homeroom, miss Sanguinis. Make sure to show up on time at 9 AM, without picking any fights, starting tomorrow."
Too embarrassed to even snark back, I nod along. "I didn't mean to, but fine. I'll behave from now on."
Miss Twinweave directs a nasty smirk my way. "Don't lie. I know your mother, you have no intention of behaving at all." She pulls open the door and skitters in, her spider legs rapping against the stone floor. Clapping two of her many hands, she speaks up to the small class inside, "Take your seats, girls. We'll go ahead and start doing introductions now, since I'm not one for wasting time."
As the arachne continues speaking, introducing herself as none other than the famous Arian Twinweave, I take the only desk left open. To my right burbles a red slime who looks half asleep, and directly in front of me is one of the weirder things I've seen. A harpy girl, her bright orange and silver wings curled up at her side, is perched directly on her desk, leaving her very nice looking ass just hanging out for anyone to see. Hell, I can even make out the garish pink panties she's wearing.
When it's her turn to introduce herself, she literally hops into the air, babbling something I'm not even paying attention to, busy as I am watching her ample butt cheeks jiggle in time with her excited movements. I can't help but think about how nice it would be for her to sit on my face, those fleshy mounds enveloping me with their softness, riding me until we-
"Lilim Sanguinis!" Miss Twinweave's sharp, cold voice interrupts my lewd daydream, jolting me up in my seat, thankfully without a hand in my panties like at my old school. Seeing my surprise, the arachne's lips curl up into a cruel, purely condescending smile. "So good of you to join the rest of us. I realize that Io is quite attractive, particularly from behind, but you would do well to pay attention when I'm speaking. I only give one warning, and this is yours."
The rest of the class laughs at me, and I grind my fangs together, face flushing deeply in embarrassment. It's not my fault that succubi can't focus properly with such a feast in front of them.
Io, the amply-endowed harpy, is also blushing deeply, her eyes darting between Miss Twinweave and myself, unable to meet either of our eyes.
***
Time passes in class, though nothing of importance is said. Just Miss Twinweave's explanation of class rules and the first few assignments that will be due in the upcoming days. Despite the desire to turn back to daydreaming, I pay strict attention to the arachne's boring speech, something about her telling me it's a bad idea to piss her off.
Just before class ends, a small piece of paper strikes my face. Having been startled too many times today already, I just blankly look down at it, though my eyes widen at the simple, poorly scribbled message on it: "Did you like looking?"
It's obvious who wrote this, though Io makes it even easier with her occasional backward glance, shyly trying to see if I'm going to respond to her.