Infernal Academia

Chapter 24 - Trayer Family Gathering: Part 3

"You're on my side."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!  I can feel your tail touching my feet!"

"Oho, I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Butterskin!"

"Sh- Shut up, and move your fat ass back over to your side!"

"Fat ass, huh?  I'll take that as a compliment."

"SHUT UP, WHORETITS!"

With a small laugh of triumph, Karazelle shuffled back over to her side of the bed.  When Whitney first found out that she was going to have to share a bed with her 'best' friend, the first thing she did was draw a line down the middle of it and threaten to kill the Succubus if she dared to cross it.

So naturally Karazelle had taken to crossing the boundary in as many ways as she could manage.

"Y'know, this whole experience could be good for us," she said, turning around to face the back of Whitney's head.

She scoffed.

"Dream on."

"Who knows?  Maybe it'll..."

Slowly, the Succubus reached over and gently stroked the Nymph's electric blue hair.

"... awaken something in you...?"

As quick as a flash, Karazelle leaned across and blew on the back of Whitney's neck.  With an unholy shriek, her arms and legs flailed in a fit of panic before she toppled out of the bed and onto the floor.  Grabbing her dressing gown, she wrapped it tightly around herself and glared at her bedmate.

"That's not funny!" Whitney hissed.

"On the contrary!"

Sitting up, Karazelle cocked his head.

"Besides, why are you wearing a robe in bed, anyway?  You trying to tease me?" she goaded, fluttering her eyelids.

Whitney bared her teeth threateningly, but the redness of her cheeks and the slight electric charge raising her hair told the Succubus that she was definitely embarrassed about something.  Tying her sash, she threw the door open and stepped out into the darkened hallway.

"W- Whatever!  I- I'm going to the bathroom!"

With that, she stormed off and left Karazelle alone in the guest room.  With a sigh, she spread herself out over Whitney's side of the bed, extending her wings in order to take up as much room as possible.

But as she tried to think of more ways to irritate her erstwhile roommate, the Succubus found her thoughts drifting towards the conversation she had earlier with Jezebel.  She had always just assumed that Cobalt was a late bloomer; a herbivorous man that just needed a little coaxing to come out of his shell.  But if what his mother said was true - that he really was depriving himself of happiness - then how did that bode for the future?

If the Incubus really was forcing himself to live an ascetic lifestyle, the question was why?  

And was it really ethical to use something as powerful as Red Rose Extract on him?

With a forlorn sigh, she tumbled out of bed, flopped onto the floor and rolled forward onto her feet.  Stepping over to her bag, she fished out the phial from where she had hidden it.  It glowed with a strange, enchanting warmth.

After some research, she managed to find a few Succubus messaging boards discussing alchemical practices.  Apparently, Red Rose Extract was notoriously difficult to brew, requiring all kinds of exotic ingredients that were only really cultivated in one place; the reclusive Succubus town of Phrodival.  A town that was so deep in the wilderness that it wasn't marked on any maps.  Some said that navigational equipment refused to even work for miles around it.