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TRDLoL: Ch.4: Laila Vellano, the Succubus
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 21:00:49 +0000 UTCChase's demonic mana was flowing into Laila, causing her skin to regain color and vitality. The proud Knight, whose once pale and lifeless flesh was slowly beginning to suck in the pool of blood that was underneath her, let out a soft gasp as her senses began to return.
"N-nah..." Laila started to moan as the hole in her gut started to close up and heal without a scar.
The beautiful knight's body was back to its former glory. It was clear she had spent a lot of time honing her muscles, and her athletic build was evident by her exposed upper half. But the process wasn't complete. She shivered, and her skin formed goosebumps.
"Mmm..." Laila moaned louder, her legs quivering slightly as the sensation of pleasure washed over her.
Laila could feel the warmth and comfort of Chase's mana flowing into her. It was as if an electric current had coursed through her body, igniting every nerve ending and making her senses come alive.
"Ahh..." She whimpered, her breath coming in shallow pants, her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. The mana flowed into her hips, which began to widen as they curved outward and up. Then her modest, perky B-cup breasts, which looked like they were fighting against the mana, became bigger. Soon, Laila's breasts had become a generous C-cup, and her dark nipples started to turn into a lovely shade of pink.
Her transformation wasn't just limited to her body. Her once short, dark brown hair cascaded out over the cobblestone floor, transforming into a flowing mane that could reach the middle of her back. As it grew, it shifted in hue to a striking shade of venomous red, vibrant and arresting, reminiscent of molten lava under a twilight sky.
While Laila was morphing into a voluptuous woman, her moans were distracting Chase as he continued to infuse his mana into her, but his cock was hard as a rock and pressing against the inside of his pants.
'God! COME ON! Control yourself, dude! If I don't, then she might die. Dammit, I can't think straight. Focus!' Chase thought as he kept pumping his demonic mana into Laila.
"Nnnahhh!" Laila moaned as she arched her back, causing her newly enhanced tits to jiggle. Her legs were spread apart, and her slit was dripping wet with anticipation. She was completely unaware of the changes that were happening to her body.
Laila's hands instinctively reached out to touch her breasts, cupping them in her palms, kneading the flesh, and teasing her sensitive nipples. Her fingers moved in a circular motion, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
Chase's eyes remained tightly shut, and he felt a mix of disbelief and concern at the length of Laila's transformation. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, amplifying the weight of his worries. The only rationale that bubbled to the surface of his mind was the complexity of what he was undertaking—he was not just healing her wounds but also reshaping her very essence into something entirely different. The air around him was thick with unspoken tension as he focused all his energy on the delicate process unfolding before him. After one more minute, Laila had two cute horns growing from her forehead and a thin, long tail with a heart-shaped tip at the end ripped through her pants. The tear in her pants opened wider as her new bubble butt expanded.
'How much longer do I—Huh?' Chase's eyes remained tightly shut, yet behind his eyelids, a vivid scene began to unfold. He could visualize a translucent pop-up window reminiscent of those on a computer screen, shimmering in the darkness of his mind. The edges flickered with light, and words seemed to materialize within, beckoning him to decipher their meaning. After a few seconds, the words became legible.
< Laila Vellano is the third child of a noble household and an aspiring knight. Do you wish to eradicate her memories or not? >
Chase envisioned Laila's life as if it were a captivating film unfolding before him. In an instant, he absorbed every detail—the laughter, the tears, the moments of triumph and despair. It was a fleeting glimpse, a rapid-fire montage of her experiences, yet he held the power to decide what of it he wanted to cherish and what he would let slip away into the ether.
'No! I don't want to change who she is. Eve, I need your help. How do I stop this?' Chase, his heart racing and thoughts spiraling in a haze of urgency, established a frantic mind-link with his grimoire. In a desperate attempt to connect, he reached out mentally, hoping that the ancient tome could provide the guidance he so desperately needed.
< Memories preserved. >
'Oh, thank God.' Chase felt a wave of relief wash over him. Then, a new prompt popped up.
< Do you wish to corrupt her soul with chaotic evil? >
'There's more of these choices? No! Keep her soul untainted! She deserves better than that,' Chase thought out loud to the window.
< Confirmed: Laila Vellano's soul is untaintable like her master's soul. >
'Okay... I'm glad things are done—'
Chase was cut off by Eve's voice as another window popped up.
< Soul configuration complete. >
< Choose Laila Vellano's class:
Cult Leader - A leader who can bring about an army of worshipers.
Seductress - A seductive master of deception and manipulation.
Tamer - Finds children to do the master's bidding.
Dark Priest - A priestess who corrupts the holy and bends them to their master's will.
Sex Slave - A woman who loves nothing more than being submissive and being a plaything.
Harlot - A woman who is a lover of many and can make others fall in love with her.>
'Huh? These choices are all shit! Especially the tamer one! Corrupting children? Really!? Hell NO!'
< Which do you choose? > Eve's voice asked again.
'None of them!'
<Understood. Here are lesser options:
Sexy Knight - A warrior who can defend her master from all harm by using her own body in any and every way possible.
Slutty Mage - A mage who is very weak with magic, but she can make her body a weapon.
Knight Mage - A hybrid mage and a knight, but they can only cast magic through their weapon or shield.
Dirty Rogue - A rogue who doesn't shy away from using her body to accomplish a goal stealthily.>
'The Knight Mage! I CHOOSE THAT ONE!'
< Confirmed. >
< Laila Vellano LV.1 >
< Race: Succubus >
< Class: Knight Mage >
< Alignment: Untainted >
< First disciple of Chase >
< Strength: D to C >
< Defense: D to C+ >
< Dexterity: B to S >
< Agility: A to SS >
< Magic: F to S >
< Intelligence: B to SS >
< Growth: A+ to S >
As Chase slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by a cascade of information spilling across Eve's pages, all centered around the enigmatic figure of Laila. Each detail seemed to pull him deeper into her world, igniting his curiosity and sparking a whirlwind of questions in his mind. But there was something more important than analyzing his new companion's stats—he needed to ensure that she was okay.
"So... Is she safe?" Chase asked, a little bewildered after the whole process.
"You completed the ritual, master. It went perfectly," Eve answered.
"Well, that's good—"
Laila stirred restlessly in her sleep, her movements drawing Chase's gaze like a moth to a flame. He could sense she was on the brink of waking, and a wave of uncertainty washed over him. How would she react to the shocking truth—that she had become a succubus? The weight of this revelation loomed heavy, and he worried that the transition might just be too overwhelming for her to bear.
'Please, God... Don't let her freak out,' Chase prayed.
***
(Laila's Point of view before Chase's mana entered her body.)
Laila felt an unsettling darkness creeping closer, its presence wrapping around her like a heavy fog. Uncertainty gnawed at her, but she steeled herself, determined to brace for whatever may come in the afterlife. But just when she thought that death's grasp had closed around her, an overwhelming wave of energy crashed down on her.
"N-nah..." She moaned out.
Laila found herself enveloped in a soothing haze, a delicate blend of confusion and bliss. Waves of warmth poured into her being, wrapping around her like a soft embrace, filling her with a gentle, pleasant sensation that seemed to awaken every corner of her soul. She thought she felt her hips widen and her butt expanding, but it must have been a mere dream.
"Mmm..." She moaned, her back arching involuntarily as her bosoms felt like they were growing bigger, and her nipples had become sensitive to the open air.
'I-I didn't know passing on to the afterlife was so warm and... and... NNNAAHHH.'
Her body trembled as the euphoria intensified, the sensation spreading through her core, radiating outward and making every nerve tingle with excitement. The intensity left her panting, her heart racing as a strange energy coursed through her veins. She was so confused. What was this feeling? What was happening to her body? Was this what it felt like to pass into the afterlife?
Her hands instinctively reached up to caress her breasts, fondling the supple flesh and tweaking the rosy buds that stiffened beneath her touch. It was almost as if her body had a will of its own, moving on instinct, surrendering to the pleasure and giving in to the desires that had been locked away deep within.
'Wh-what's going on with me? A-Am I dead? But I feel more alive than ever before... Augh!? Something is fighting my pants!? AUGH!'
Laila arched her back as a long tail ripped through her pants, and two cute horns grew from her forehead. The tail was long and flexible, with a heart-shaped tip, and her new horns were thin, sharp, and about two inches long.
'WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING TO ME!? WHAT IS THIS?!'
She felt a scream rise within her, echoing through the corridors of her mind as vivid flashes of her past erupted like fireworks. Memories swirled around her, beginning with the carefree days of her childhood, where laughter danced in the air and innocence reigned. Images shifted to her rigorous training in the Academy, where discipline and determination shaped her into the knight she became, donning the shining armor that symbolized her resolve. Finally, the haunting memory of that fateful moment played out—her desperate attempt to save the little girl, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope, as the weight of her choices bore down on her.
'Is my life flashing before my eyes? I must be dying. Wait... I can feel it again. Someone is pouring something warm and delicious inside me... Mmmh! I-It feels so good, and it's making me want to find a man so I can... GAH!?! G-Get ahold of yourself, Laila... Y-You're a proud knight! N-not some harlot... Oh... OH, GODDESS! M-My mind...'
Laila began to feel knowledge flooding into her brain—knowledge about being a Knight Mage and how to use magic in conjunction with a weapon and shield. She also found herself remembering things about her past that she never experienced, like passing the Knight Mage exam and graduating.
'Knight Mage? W-Why does that sound familiar? W-wait! I remember now... They were the mages who were trained as knights. B-But the Academy tried to teach me, and it was one of the only courses I failed in... But it's so simple... Why didn't I get this before? If only I used it on those damn traitors!... I-I guess it is too late... I must have died; that's why everything is dark... At least I don't feel pain anymore, but why does the ground feel so hard, and my nipples are getting cold and stiff? I think the warmth is gone now.'
As her body slowly cooled down, Laila's breathing evened out, and her pulse settled. She felt her senses returning, bringing clarity to her thoughts and allowing her mind to process everything she had experienced. That's when she realized that she didn't want to die.
'I-I can't stay here. I need to find the light and get out. I must survive... I'm not ready to leave this world behind.'
Laila willed her legs to move, but they remained frozen in place. She tried again, straining against the invisible force that kept her locked in place, and she was starting to feel cold, and the hard ground on her back and butt was becoming uncomfortable. It was at this moment that she finally saw a small light at the end of a tunnel.
"N-nahh... I-I want to go somewhere warm," Laila moaned as she tried to reach for the light. Before she knew it, her eyes slowly opened, and the light was blinding. She tried to shield her eyes with her hand, but they did nothing to ease the sting of the brightness.
'It's too bright. I need to get up,' she thought, struggling to raise her body.
As she forced herself upright, the intense light subsided, and her vision slowly adjusted.
"Ugh. Where am I? My forehead hurts... W-Wait a minute, did I die? Yeah... I did, didn't I," Laila spoke out loud.
As she looked around, her vision was a little blurry. But when she turned her head to the left, she saw a man in a dark cloak and red jacket kneeling next to her. He was tall and muscular and had the most handsome face she'd ever seen. His face was cleanly shaved, and he had beautiful white hair and purple eyes. Plus, he had these two beautiful horns coming out of his forehead.
'Wait! Purple eyes!? Horns!? He's a Demon Lord! But... Why do I want to run my fingers through his hair... No! I-I can't become a traitor... I-I have to kill him. I need to save the kingdom!' Laila screamed in her mind.
Laila's memories swirled in a chaotic haze, fragments of the past colliding with the present. Yet, amid the turmoil, the recent events stood out sharply, vivid and alarming. They etched a chilling reality in her mind: the man before her was a sworn enemy of humankind. A primal instinct surged within her, urging her to grasp the sword she knew was just out of reach, its steel a reassuring promise of protection against the looming threat.
