I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of my apartment ceiling. Gone were the silk sheets and ornate furnishings of the Academy dorm room. My heart leaped - had it all been just a bizarre dream?

Jumping out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom mirror. Relief flooded through me at the sight of my own face - Liam's face - staring back. No horns, no feminine features, just me. Normal, human me.

"Thank god," I muttered, splashing water on my face.

I went through my morning routine, trying to shake off the lingering memories of that vivid dream. But as I buttoned my work shirt, a pleasant warmth began spreading across my chest. By the time I reached the street, the sensation had intensified into a distracting tingle.

Something wasn't right. The feeling grew stronger with each step, and suddenly-

My eyes snapped open to find Aria straddling me, her hands kneading my bare breasts.

"Finally!" she chirped. "You're awake!"

Reality crashed back - I was still Lily, still in Hell, still a succubus. And currently very naked under my roommate.

"Aria," I said slowly, trying to maintain composure, "please stop groping my breasts." The words felt surreal leaving my mouth.

She winked, not stopping her ministrations. "Well, you wouldn't wake up when I tried the normal way. Figured this would do the trick."

"It did. Now get off me."

"Aww, you're cute when you're angry," she teased, but finally rolled away.

I ignored her comment and went to brush my hair, grateful for at least one small mercy - my new succubus hair was remarkably cooperative, falling in silky waves despite its length. Not that tangled hair had ever been an issue in my original body.

From the enchanted ring mother gave me, I summoned what passed for formal wear at the Academy. The "uniform" was barely more than lingerie - a micro-skirt that barely covered anything and a cropped shirt that exposed my entire midriff.

"Ready?" Aria asked, already dressed in an equally revealing ensemble.

"As I'll ever be," I muttered, and we headed out for the assembly.

The assembly hall buzzed with chatter as Aria and I found empty seats near the middle. Hundreds of succubi filled the vast chamber, their revealing uniforms creating a sea of exposed flesh. My new body's heightened senses picked up traces of perfume and pheromones that made my head swim.

"This is so exciting!" Aria bounced in her seat. "I heard the Headmistress gives amazing speeches."

The hall fell silent as clicking heels echoed through the chamber. A mature woman strode onto the stage, her presence commanding attention. Her tight dress hugged curves that would make mortal men weep, while her eyes held centuries of knowledge and power.

"Welcome, my dear students," her voice carried effortlessly. "I am Headmistress Valencia, and it brings me great pleasure to see such promising young faces before me."

She paced the stage with practiced grace. "Here at the Academy of Infernal Arts, we pride ourselves on producing Hell's finest succubi. Our graduates shape the very fabric of infernal society."

My stomach churned as she continued. "You will master the arts of seduction, unlock the secrets of demonic magic, and study the rich history of our kind. Every skill a successful succubus requires will be at your fingertips."

"Our alumni include some of the most prominent names in Hell's circles," she gestured expansively. "And looking at you all today, I see the potential for even greater achievements. You are our brightest generation yet."

The other students preened at her praise while I sank lower in my seat.

"And thanks to Lady Madana's generous funding," Valencia's lips curved into a knowing smile, "each dorm room will be provided with sufficient funds to purchase one pleasure slave for... practical applications of your studies."

My rational mind recoiled at the casual mention of slavery, but my treacherous body had other ideas. Heat pooled in my lower abdomen as unbidden images of naked flesh and willing submission filled my thoughts. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to ignore the growing ache between them.

This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. I couldn't possibly survive here, learning to seduce and enslave mortals. Yet my new form hummed with anticipation, eager to embrace these twisted lessons.

I gripped the edges of my seat, knuckles white. How could I reconcile my human morality with these demonic urges? The harder I tried to suppress them, the stronger they seemed to grow.

As the assembly ended, Aria and I followed the crowd to our first class. My heart skipped when I saw Moira at the front of the classroom. Her knowing gaze found me for a brief moment before she addressed the class.

"Welcome, students. I am Professor Moira, and I'll be teaching you the art of seduction."

She swept across the front of the room. "There are countless realms beyond our own, each with their unique customs and cultures."

My eyes widened. Other realms? Other worlds? The revelation hit me like a physical blow. How many were there? What were they like?

"However," Moira continued, "one constant remains across all realms - most intelligent species are humanoid in nature. This makes our natural charms particularly effective."

She detailed various approaches, from subtle glances to direct propositions. I tried to tune it out, focusing instead on a spot on the wall, but fragments of the lecture still reached me.

"Miss Nightstar." My head snapped up at Moira's voice. "Please demonstrate how would you approach Aria here, assuming she's a wealthy merchant"

Blood drained from my face as every eye in the classroom turned to me. Panic gripped my chest - I hadn't been paying attention. But as I stood, something stirred within me. That same instinctive grace I'd felt at the club bubbled up.

I surrendered to it completely, letting my consciousness drift as my body took control. Through a haze, I felt myself moving, speaking, touching. My voice purred words I couldn't quite grasp.

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"Excellent work!" Moira's voice snapped me back to reality. "That was even better than I expected."

I blinked, disoriented. What had I done? The memory felt distant, dreamlike. But Aria's heated stare told me it must have been quite the performance.

Back at our desks, Aria leaned close. "Hell, that was so hot," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "If we weren't in class right now, I would've jumped you right there."

I slumped in my chair, face burning. What had my body done while I checked out? And why did everyone seem so affected by it?

After the nerve-wracking seduction class, I dragged my feet to History, praying for something less intimate. The classroom had tall obsidian pillars along its sides, with rows of dark wooden desks arranged in a semicircle.

Professor Scarlet stood at the front, her black hair pulled into a severe bun. Her red eyes scanned the room as students filtered in. The pencil dress she wore could've passed for something from Earth, if not for the way it seemed to absorb light.

"This year," she tapped her pointer against the blackboard, "we'll explore Hell's creation and subsequent development." Her voice carried authority that demanded attention. "From Lucifer's fall and the forging of the Nine Circles, to the establishment of our current political structure."

I perked up. Maybe I could learn something useful about this place.

"We'll start with the Void," she continued, "the primordial nothingness from which Hell was carved. Then move on to examine how each Circle developed its unique characteristics."

My hand twitched with the urge to take notes, old study habits dying hard. But looking around, I noticed most other succubi seemed barely awake.

"The power struggles between the Circle Lords will be a significant focus," Professor Scarlet's pointer cracked against her desk, startling a dozing student. "Understanding these conflicts is crucial for navigating Hell's current political landscape."

For once since arriving here, I felt on somewhat familiar ground. This was just history class - no seduction, no demonic powers, just facts to memorize. I could handle this.

"Those who fail to learn from history," Professor Scarlet's lips curved into a slight smile, "are doomed to repeat it. And in Hell, such repetition can be... particularly unpleasant."

I slid into my seat for mathematics, already anticipating another dull hour. The classroom was sparse compared to others, with plain wooden desks and a large blackboard dominating the front wall.

Professor Vox adjusted his spectacles on his horned nose as he wrote "Introduction to Mathematics" on the board. His tall frame cast a long shadow across the chalk-dusted surface.

"Welcome class. This year we'll start with basic algebra and work our way up to quadratic equations." He turned to face us, chalk dust coating his fingers.

Half the class had already zoned out, examining their nails or passing notes. A few were openly ogling the professor, though he seemed immune to their attention.

"I know many of you question why succubi need mathematics," he tapped the board with his chalk. "But I assure you, these skills will prove invaluable, even if you don't see it yet."

I had to bite back a laugh. If he only knew I could solve triple integrals in my sleep. The familiar symbols on the board brought back memories of late nights in the engineering lab, wrestling with complex calculations.

A succubus two rows ahead was already asleep, her head resting on her folded arms. Another was drawing hearts in her notebook. At least my obvious boredom would help me blend in, even if mine stemmed from finding x+2=5 painfully elementary rather than insufficiently erotic.

"Pay attention in future classes," Prof. Vox warned, "This foundation is crucial for your success."

I nodded along, already knowing this would be the easiest class of my demonic education. Though probably not for the reasons anyone would suspect.

After the mind-numbing mathematics class finally ended, I gathered my things and headed for the door. Aria fell in step beside me, her shoulders slumped dramatically.

"I can't believe how boring that was. Like, who needs to know what x equals?" She huffed, twirling a strand of black hair around her finger. "Did you see how dull it was? You looked ready to fall asleep too."

I gave a non-committal shrug, not wanting to explain that my boredom stemmed from already knowing advanced calculus rather than finding basic algebra too complex.

"At least Professor Vox is easy on the eyes," Aria continued as we climbed the stairs to our floor. "Though I prefer my men with more muscle and less... equations."

When we reached our door, something white caught my eye - an envelope had been slipped underneath. Before I could bend down to retrieve it, Aria swooped in and snatched it up.

"Ooh, what's this?" She tore it open with enthusiastic fingers. Her purple eyes widened as she read the contents. "Oh. My. Hell! Lily, look!"

She thrust the paper in my face - a coupon worth up to 200 soul coins towards a pleasure slave. My stomach twisted as I remembered what soul coins actually were, and what they represented.

"We have to go right now!" Aria bounced on her toes, clutching the coupon to her chest. "All the good ones will be taken if we wait. I heard Madana's funding brought in some really prime specimens this time - there's even supposed to be an elf!"

I felt a growing emptiness inside, an ache that made the idea of acquiring a pleasure slave seem less horrifying than it should. The succubus hunger was getting stronger. Still, the thought of participating in literal slave trade made me queasy.

"I... don't know..." I hesitated.

"Come on!" Aria grabbed my arm. "You haven't even fed yet - you need this. And I know exactly what to look for. Tall, muscular, with a nice big-"

"Okay, okay!" I cut her off, my cheeks burning. "We can go look."

I didn't know if I was agreeing to shut her up, to maintain my cover, or because that gnawing emptiness was affecting my judgment. Probably all three.

"Yes!" Aria pumped her fist in victory. "Let's go before someone else snags all the hot ones!"

The markets sprawled before us, a chaotic maze of tents and stalls. The air reeked of sweat and fear, mixed with incense trying to mask the stench. Chains rattled. People - humans and demons alike - stood in various states of bondage.

My heart pounded. One wrong move, one slip that revealed my true identity, and I could end up here myself. The thought made my skin crawl.

"Come on!" Aria tugged my arm, weaving through the crowd. "Malthus has the best selection and he actually treats his merchandise well."

She pulled me toward a large crimson tent. The entrance flaps parted to reveal a corpulent demon with curved horns and goat legs, his red skin gleaming with oil.

"Welcome, welcome!" His voice boomed. "What brings such lovely young ladies to my humble establishment?"

I froze, but Aria stepped forward. "We're students from Academy of Infernal Arts. Looking for a pleasure slave." She waved our coupon.

The demon's laugh shook his belly. "Ah yes, the annual student allocation! You're in luck - just received a fresh batch of sinners this morning."

He led us through a beaded curtain to a separate chamber. Unlike the abused and beaten slaves outside, these captives appeared well-maintained. Both men and women stood naked but clean, their bodies unmarked. They stared at the ground, some trembling slightly.

My stomach churned. These people were meant for... entertainment. And now I was expected to choose one? The whole situation felt surreal and wrong. But I couldn't show my revulsion - not if I wanted to maintain my cover.

"Take your time, ladies," Malthus grinned. "Quality merchandise, every one of them."

"Any preferences, my dears?" Malthus rubbed his hands together.

"Got any elven males from Aeora realm?" Aria leaned forward, eyes bright.

"Ah, sadly not at present. Though I do have elves from other realms if that interests you?"

"What about you, Lily? Any preferences?"

My throat tightened. "I'll... I'll go with whatever you choose."

"Don't complain later then!" Aria turned back to Malthus. "I want someone tall, muscular but not bulky. Good stamina is a must. And well-endowed, of course."

Malthus disappeared behind a curtain and returned with three men. My eyes widened - two elves and an orc, all built like warriors. But what made my jaw drop was their size below. Each had to be at least eight inches, making my old human body look pathetic in comparison. The orc especially was massive in every way, his green muscles rippling as he stood there.

Aria circled them like a predator. "Hmm... the orc's impressive, but..." She stopped in front of one of the elves. "Face matters too. And elves are just prettier. This one."

The chosen elf remained expressionless, though I caught a slight tremor in his shoulders.

Malthus produced papers and a stamp. "Excellent choice! Just need signatures here and here."

Aria signed with a flourish and passed the contract to me. The moment I looked at it, the words seemed to rearrange themselves in my mind. Some demonic ability kicked in, letting me understand every clause instantly. It was straightforward - joint ownership of the soul of Bellas Lumen, the elf. Once purchased, he couldn't refuse our orders or cause us harm.

I signed, my hand shaking slightly.

"Perfect!" Malthus clapped. "He's all yours, ladies."

We headed back to the dorm, our new slave following silently behind. My body betrayed me with every step - heat building between my legs, wetness gathering. I couldn't stop fidgeting, knowing exactly what Aria had planned for tonight.