I closed the door behind us, heart pounding. Our new slave stood motionless in the centre of the room, awaiting instructions. My eyes wandered over his muscular form, taking in every perfect detail. A shiver ran through me as I imagined the fate of those demons I'd seen in chains. Would that be my punishment if they discovered I wasn't really Lily?

"Well?" Aria's eyes glinted with mischief. "Shall we test our purchase?"

Heat bloomed between my legs, an ache I couldn't ignore. The succubus body demanded satisfaction, making it harder to think clearly.

Bellas's gaze shifted between us, his face a mask of calm submission. But I caught the slight tremble in his hands - he was nervous too.

"I... I'm not sure-"

Before I could finish, Aria grabbed my arm and pulled me close. Her lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. My body responded instantly, melting into her touch. The kiss deepened, her tongue teasing mine as one hand slid down my back.

The kiss was all it took to ignite a fire within me that I couldn't control. My succubus instincts took over, its carnal desires consuming every rational thought. I felt like a passenger in my own form, watching through a haze of lust as my body guided my actions.

Bellas's hands roamed my curves, his touch electric against my sensitive skin. I moaned into Aria's mouth as she pressed her soft breasts against mine. The clash of sensations sent shivers down my spine. My mind reeled - how could this feel so good? I was Liam, I had never been attracted to men before... had I?

But there was no denying the intense pleasure coursing through me as Bellas kissed along my neck and Aria's fingers teased between my thighs. I ground against her hand, desperate for more. She obliged, slipping two fingers inside my slick heat. I gasped, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Bellas moved behind me, strong hands gripping my hips as he aligned himself with my entrance. In one smooth thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out, the stretch both painful and exquisite. He began to move, each snap of his hips driving me wild.

Aria captured my lips again, swallowing my whimpers. Her fingers worked in tandem with Bellas's thrusts, stoking the flames higher. I was lost to the sensations, drowning in bliss.

We shifted positions in a tangle of limbs. I found myself on my back with Aria straddling my face, her sweet nectar coating my tongue. Bellas pounded into me from above, the new angle letting him reach even deeper. I licked and sucked at Aria's folds, reveling in her cries of rapture.

Time lost meaning as we explored every combination, every position. I took Bellas into my mouth, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. Aria rode him while I kissed and nipped at her breasts. He filled me again and again until I was delirious with pleasure.

When Aria sank down on Bellas's length, I moved behind her, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her spine as my fingers teased her rear entrance. She keened and arched into my touch. I slid a finger inside, matching Bellas's rhythm until Aria was a writhing, mewling mess between us.

I lost count of the orgasms that crashed over me, each more intense than the last. Bellas came deep inside me and Aria countless times, his essence mixing with my own slick arousal. The pureblood instincts guided my every action, wrenching as much pleasure possible from our joined bodies.

Finally, after hours lost in carnal bliss, we collapsed together onto the bed, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. As the fog of lust cleared, Liam's rational mind finally resurfaced within me. I stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, as the magnitude of what just happened hit me.

I had just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life... with a man and a woman. As Liam, I only found women attractive. But now, in this body and its reactions, I wasn't so sure anymore. They had felt so natural, so right.

Tears pricked my eyes as an ache built in my chest. Was this my life now? How could I ever go back to my old self after this? Would Liam's simple mortal pleasures seem bland and empty now?

I shuddered, curling in on myself despite the warm bodies pressed against me. Despair clawed at my mind. I had to find a way out of this, a way to reclaim my humanity. Because if I didn't... I feared that Lily would consume me entirely. That I would embrace this new existence, leaving Liam behind forever.

And the most terrifying thing of all? A dark, secret part of me almost wanted it to happen.

I stirred awake, my mind foggy from sleep. The events of last night crashed into my consciousness like a tidal wave. My eyes shot open, darting around the room until they landed on Bellas. He wore nothing but a thin strip of fabric that barely covered his dignity, muscles rippling as he dusted the shelves.

Heat rushed to my face. Images flashed through my mind - his hands on my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin, the way he'd filled me so completely... No. I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts.

Something warm pressed against my back. Aria's arm was draped over my waist, her breasts pushed against my spine. Her leg had hooked over mine, effectively trapping me in place. I needed to get away before these sensations triggered more memories.

Carefully, I lifted her arm. She mumbled something and tightened her grip. I froze, waiting for her breathing to even out again. After a few attempts, I managed to slide one leg free, then the other. Finally, I extracted myself from her embrace and retreated to my own bed.

"Good morning, Mistress." Bellas's deep voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"M-morning," I stammered, avoiding his gaze. The word 'mistress' brought back vivid flashes of crying out that very word in the throes of passion. No, that wasn't me - it was this body, these damned succubus instincts. I had to maintain better control.

But my treacherous mind kept replaying snippets - my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapped around his waist, begging him for more...

"I need a bath," I announced abruptly, standing up. "Don't disturb me while I'm in there."

"As you wish, Mistress." He bowed his head, and I practically fled to the bathroom.

The bathroom door had no lock - of course it didn't, this was a succubus school after all. I leaned against it, trying to steady my breathing. This was going to be harder than I thought.

I stepped into the bathroom, my eyes immediately drawn to the massive black marble bathtub dominating the center. The size made sense - succubi weren't exactly known for their modesty or privacy. Multiple people could easily fit inside, though right now I had it blissfully to myself.

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In the corner stood what I assumed was a shower, though it looked nothing like the modern fixtures I remembered from my previous life. The design reminded me more of something from a historical period drama, all brass fixtures and ornate carvings.

Steam rose from several spots around the tub, and I traced the intricate piping with my gaze. How did they even get water here? The whole realm was basically a massive inferno. Magic had to be involved, but the mechanics escaped me. Back when I studied engineering, they certainly hadn't covered demonic plumbing systems.

The absence of certain fixtures struck me again - no toilet in sight. Not that I needed one anymore. This body operated differently than my human one had. Food and drink simply... vanished when consumed. I theorized it converted directly to energy, though the exact process remained a mystery. It was convenient, I had to admit. No more wasting time on biological necessities.

But these new urges... My hand unconsciously drifted to my abdomen as I felt that familiar stirring deep inside. Even after last night's activities, the hunger was already starting to build again. A constant reminder of what I'd become.

I walked to the edge of the tub, trailing my fingers through the steaming water. The heat felt divine against my skin, and I couldn't wait to sink into it and try to sort through the mess of emotions swirling inside me.

I turned the ornate brass tap, watching steaming water pour into the massive tub. Moving to the shower, I let hot water cascade over my body, methodically washing every curve and crevice. My hands trembled as they traced paths where others' touch still lingered from the night before.

The soap's lavender scent filled my nostrils as I scrubbed, trying to erase the phantom sensations. But each touch of my own hands only seemed to ignite memories rather than wash them away. My breath caught as I remembered the way Bellas had-

With a frustrated sigh, I shut off the shower and slipped into the filled tub. The water enveloped me like a warm embrace as I stretched out, trying to sort through my conflicting thoughts.

I closed my eyes, trying to centre myself and process everything that had happened since arriving here.

Suddenly the door burst open with a bang. My eyes snapped open to see Aria, naked as the day she was spawned, grinning from ear to ear.

"Morning, roomie!" She launched herself into the tub.

Water crashed over me in a tidal wave. "Aria!" I shrieked, sputtering and wiping water from my eyes.

She laughed, settling into the tub beside me. "Oh, lighten up! You're way too tense."

"I was actually trying to relax before you turned the bathroom into a splash zone," I grumbled, pushing wet strands of hair from my face.

"Oh please, don't be so dramatic." Aria rolled her eyes and slid deeper into the water. "A little splash never hurt anyone."

She reached for a bottle of scented oil, pouring some into her palm before working it through her dark hair. "So, have you looked at today's schedule yet?"

I shook my head, grateful for the change in subject.

"We've got Magicraft first thing with Professor Morrigan. Basic stuff, I hear. Then Biology with Prof. Tiamatha." She wrinkled her nose. "Math with Mr. Vox after lunch, which is such a bore. Oh, and Religion."

"Religion?" The word felt strange on my tongue. Here, in Hell of all places?

"I know, right?" Aria didn't let me get another word in. "I was shocked too when I first saw it on the curriculum. But get this - it's actually about defending against holy magic and divine powers. You know, in case we run into any of those self-righteous angels or clerics up there." She gestured vaguely toward the ceiling. "Can't have us getting burned by holy water or whatever."

"So..." Aria's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "What do you think about our new toy?"

My mind flashed back to last night - the way Bellas had moved, touched, tasted. Heat rushed to my face as I remembered how my body had responded, how I'd lost control to these new instincts.

"He's... skilled," I managed, hoping the steam from the bath disguised my blush. "You made a good choice."

"Oh, I know I did!" Aria's eyes sparkled with delight. "The way he made you moan when he used his tongue... And those sounds you made when he-"

I sank deeper into the water, until only my eyes remained above the surface. The memories of my wanton behaviour flooded back. Things I never would have imagined doing in my previous life.

Aria's laughter echoed off the bathroom walls. "You know, sometimes you act like you're not even a succubus! The way you get all shy and flustered..."

My heart stopped for a moment, panic seizing my chest. Had I given myself away?

"It's absolutely adorable!" she continued, oblivious to my internal crisis. "Such a refreshing change from all the trying-too-hard seductresses around here. Your innocent act is seriously hot."

I didn't know whether to feel relieved that she'd mistaken my genuine discomfort for an act, or terrified that she found it attractive. Either way, I remained submerged in the water, letting the steam hide my conflicted expression.

I shifted in the water, desperate to change the subject. "Actually, I've been wondering about your background. How did you become a succubus?"

Aria's violet eyes grew distant, her usual playful demeanor softening. "It's all pretty hazy, to be honest. I was sixteen when my mother found me - not my birth mother, mind you, but the succubus who turned me." She traced patterns in the water's surface. "Before that, I was just another street rat, picking pockets and scrounging for food. Survival wasn't pretty."

"You were an orphan?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

"Yeah. Spent most of my childhood ducking guards and stealing whatever I could get my hands on." She shrugged, but I caught a flicker of old pain in her eyes. "Mother said she saw potential in me. Raw survival instinct, she called it. Next thing I knew, I was going through the transformation."

Steam curled around us as Aria tilted her head. "What about you? Do you remember anything from before?"

I swallowed hard, recalling the cover story Lilith had given me. "Not much. Just fragments really. My father was a merchant, I think. Everything else is..." I waved my hand vaguely, "lost in the fog."

"That's normal," Aria nodded. "The transformation wipes most memories. Probably for the best - can't have old attachments getting in the way of our nature, right?"

The casual way she dismissed her lost humanity sent a chill through me, despite the hot water.

I gazed at the rippling water, pondering Aria's words. The idea that memories would be a burden to a succubus made a certain cold logic - my own memories of being Liam constantly warred with this body's nature. Every demonic urge fought against twenty-six years of human morality.

Yet the thought of losing those memories sent a chill through me. They were the core of who I was - my childhood at the orphanage, my engineering studies, my hopes and dreams. Erasing them felt like death dressed up in prettier packaging.

A darker question crept into my mind as I watched Aria hum contentedly. How many succubi actually chose this transformation? Given demons' casual disregard for mortal life, I doubted many asked for consent. They probably viewed it as doing humans a favor, elevating them to something "better."

I pushed the troubling thoughts aside. No point dwelling on things I couldn't change. "So," I turned to Aria, "What did you think about yesterday's classes?"

"Oh! Professor Moira's class was fascinating. Though I must say," she winked at me, "your demonstration was the highlight. Who knew you had such moves?"

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "The material seems... practical at least. Though Professor Vox's math class was rather basic."

"Ugh, math." Aria made a face. "Who needs algebra when you've got charm and looks?"

"It could be useful for... managing finances?" I offered weakly.

"That's what accountant imps are for, silly!" She splashed water in my direction.

"Sometimes it's good to understand things yourself rather than relying on others," I pointed out, trying to defend the practical value of mathematics.

"Hmm..." Aria tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I suppose you're right. Could be useful for seducing those stuffy mathematicians. Just imagine whispering theorems in their ears..." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I sighed, accepting that this was just how Aria's mind worked. At least she found some value in education, even if it wasn't quite what I'd intended.

"Oh! Speaking of whispering sweet nothings," Aria brightened, "have you seen the latest fashion trends in Igneus? The crystalline accessories are absolutely divine this season."

I settled back in the water, letting her chatter wash over me as she detailed various styles and designers I'd never heard of. She went on about something called shadow-silk and ember-weave fabrics, while I nodded at appropriate intervals.

After what felt like an eternity of fashion discussion, the conversation finally lulled. I stood up, water cascading off my form. "We should probably get ready for class."

"Wait for me!" Aria called out. "Can't let you face Morrigan's lectures alone."

As I moved to step out of the tub, I felt a sudden squeeze on my backside. The touch sent an unexpected jolt through my body, and a small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Save some of that booty for me, sweetie," Aria purred, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

I hurried out of the bathroom, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at my body's betrayal.