Koishiteru

    At the top of the massive, nearly falling apart building with Roman columns, a sign read ‘Wanderlust Inc.’ The sound of jet black, stilettos impatiently tapped against the midnight black, marble floor as the succubus strutted across the halls with golden cracks in them. "Where the HELL is he...? You'd think with a boss as flaming as him that you'd be able to find him, but no...It's not!" She came back from another project where she sucked the living daylights out of a man. A tall, rich business man with slicked back hair and a stuffy, striped tuxedo. He was quite an easy target, really. Tell him sweet things, look helpless, and most important: don't question what he says. Be like his mama, and listen to his problems, despite how annoying it was to care. It ended up with him admitting his loneliness to her and wanting to pay for some s****l services. Rafflesia lamented as she kept peering through the rooms that were constantly on fire, "Ugh...kinda wish that that dude actually lasted more than 7 minutes. I didn't get much out of him, but I guess I didn't need much to finish my daily quota...It would have been better than having to look for the boss now." Nonetheless, reporting back to him to inform him of a job well done was a succubus's duty.     After the sixth, dirt wall room, she saw him standing there, flirting with another succubus. She got taken aback from the surprise. "H-ha, ha???" Rafflesia never got to see the boss in action when it came to flirting. Devilishly grinning, she contemplated this curious situation, "This might be interesting, huhu~" The towering incubus with sapphire eye, lengthy, golden hair and sparkling skin: Helios the Morning Star. He could charm the pants off of any human and get them in bed before you can say 'I'm cumming!' Alas, in this case, he couldn't do that. The succubus he was trying to flirt with was quite serious about her job. She was known to put work first and was honestly one of the stuffiest succubus EVER. He ran his fingers through her curly, strawberry blonde hair, "So I see you're finished with today's duties...Wanna mess with some human's love life? Cause some wandering eyes?" The petite succubus scoffed and laughed in his face, "I have better things to do than do you! I know what game you're playing. This is mere child's play. I, Cupiditas, would rather spend time next to someone pious than you. Your d**k isn't even that big anyways: I've had better. I see it peering through that white getup of yours."     Rafflesia had just witnessed the single best destruction of an incubus that she's ever seen. Helpless ol' Helios reached his hands out to Cupiditas as she walked away from him. "Wait up, I'm your boss remember!?" The door shut behind her, with Rafflesia stepping back to make way for the annoyed succubus. Cupiditas was aggravated, “The nerve of that guy. There's no HR down here anyways...” Then she had a brilliant idea and sneered. “I'll just make a slight 'mistake' in the accounting department when calculating the amount of human lifeforce." The ruby red skin that Cupiditas was known for seemed hot to the touch. Almost as if it were steaming from the change in emotion caused by Helios. Rafflesia was surprised that she hadn't gotten noticed, but then again, she wasn't expecting to be. Once Cupiditas was out of sight, Rafflesia slipped into the room and saw a pouting Helios. He was propped up against the obsidian glass table, arms crossed like a big manchild. "Ayo boss, I know you just got roasted, but likeee...I finished my work for the day!" Helios suddenly turned around and scoffed, "...What the...since when were you aware of what just occurred? Work is more important than me, remember?" Rafflesia laughed at his pain, 'Pft...he's still bothered isn't he? Demon and human men are all the same.'     "I mean, it's tempting to see what my boss is capable of when it comes to seduction...or at least I THOUGHT you were. Cupiditas demolished you! I thought it rivaled that fight between Lucifer and God. Pretty neat stuff, really." Helios gave her that look that she knew all too well, the one that said, "Really girl: really?" Rolling his eyes, he put his hands on his waist and stood up. "Anyways, back to the matter at hand." He held his hand out and Rafflesia pulled an orb out of her torn, white sundress's pockets. The orb floated over to Helios's hand, replaying the scenes of that night with the business man. Loud moans that reverberated through the air came from the orb, with an image flashing of the man hurriedly throwing his pants off. The next scene showed Rafflesia pretending to moan as she was being penetrated by his less than stellar sized d**k. Helios was quiet as he looked at the orb, then looked back up at Rafflesia. "Seems like you did your job with no mistakes, but...at what cost? You couldn't even properly climax due to the dude being so bland!" Rafflesia blankly stared up at Helios then flew up at his face. "Look, I did the deed, okay? The job says nothing about me having to enjoy the process. I just gotta get the job done."     Helios flicked his finger on her forehead, "ばか! I may be your boss, but even I have some standards. Hell is supposed to be about letting your s****l desires go loose. Having workers just 'do the job' without even enjoying it isn't the company's immorality logo. What are we? Angels?" Rafflesia stared up in confusion, 'What does baka even mean...?' She knew her boss had a certain fondness for her. Befriending Rafflesia occurred because she would bark orders back at him despite his menacing appearance. He wore a pure white tuxedo to symbolize his high position in Hell, with gold trimmings embroidered onto the sides. Small embers flew out from his three pairs of wings as if they were feathers and dissipated into the air. Even the reflections from his wings would irritate anyone's eyesight if they directly looked at him: he looked just like one of those wretched seraphim that God had at Their side. "Boss, I get it, I know you're actually concerned about me. But...humans are so boring! I haven't found one that could properly please me..." Helios raised his hand to his chin, looking down as if he were in deep thought. It dawned upon him, "Maybe you need a change of pace. Lately, I've been giving you assignments with human men who refuse to let out their inner animal. Why not send you to Japan? There's a lot of virgins out there for you to just...approach..." A smirk spread across his face slowly like honey dripping from a pot.     Rafflesia's eyes went wide with shock. Inside her head she was jumping for joy due to the gift of a different workload, 'This would be my first business trip! HEHEHE.' Putting her hands behind her back, she peered up at Helios, speaking in a sing-song tone. "Do I get to pick a target this time?" Helios promptly shook his head no. "Look, I'm doing this out of charity. Don't get any ideas of trying to make it catered to you especially..." Rafflesia kicked the ground hard in frustration. 'Drat.' Snapping his fingers, a paper materialized out of nowhere. It seemed to be long...well...long indeed. The paper rolled across the room for over an hour until it stopped. "Just know that that paper only stopped since otherwise it'll only overwhelm you. Company protocol for me to tell you tch...Anyways, your main target is this guy." His long finger pointed at a name in kanji: Kento Fujiwara. Rafflesia grabbed the paper and stuffed it into his dress pockets carelessly as if it were a*****e receipt. "Yeah yeah...I bet this guy is some oldie right?" Helios apathetically shrugged and looked at her blankly, 'Does it seem like I care to know? Humans aren't that interesting...I just give you orders and you listen.' Rafflesia stuck her tongue out at Helios and walked out, huffing at his usual, dumb antics.     "He's lucky that I don't care enough shred his ego. Whatever." Pulling out the list, it fell and rolled out onto the floor once again. 'So this guy huh...? I can go and see what this dude is like...' Scanning the list, she saw various other names...Powerful business men, same ol' stuff. 'Oooh there's some women in here...hehe. Something fun maybe. Women have been more intriguing to mess around with.' More names of men popped up, some that were in their twenties, and others that were in their thirties. 'We can try to find some of the women first.' Rafflesia walked a few blocks inside the expansive, decrepit building of a workplace, over to a pit in the ground that almost seemed like a void. Next to it was a silver mailbox with canine teeth, similar to blades in sharpness. She put the list into the mailbox and it gobbled it up as if it were a snack. The hole opened up widely and Rafflesia jumped into it, descending down into the darkness. Her body kept sliding down the tunnel like a slide in a human a park. It seemed to continue forever because this method of transportation to the human realm was never updated. ‘They say they’ll fix it...yet they never do.’ Eventually, Rafflesia saw a white light emerge from the hole as she prepped for the rough landing. Emerging from the hole in the middle of the tree, Rafflesia, at first, seemed tiny to the human eye. This was so that way succubi and incubi wouldn’t be as easily discovered. If humans were to acknowledge that they existed: this could complicate the collection of human life force. Rafflesia looked up at the sun and smiled. “Ah...the rays of UV lighting...I love how it torches my eyes as I look at it!” She peered around at the towering sea of emerald grass. A mother could be seen playing with her baby in it’s stroller not too far from where Rafflesia landed. There was a park with some swings and monkey bars nearby with a bathroom for men and women. The women's bathroom door was slightly open, which was to Rafflesia’s advantage, as she couldn’t open a door at her current stature. “Here’s my chance! I just gotta make it there...” There were a few problems. One was that there was a black cat nearby who seemed to be pouncing on unfortunate mice. She was fully aware of that issue and normally LOVED cats. This wasn’t a day where she’d love to pet one though. The second was that her wings had diamonds embedded into them outside of the inner wing tissue. Her tail had a diamond forced onto the tip, shaped like a heart cracked in half as adornment. This would surely cause her to be noticeable to some degree if the rays of sun hit her at the worst time. In her mind, she conjured a facade of bravado, and sheepishly laughed,  ‘There’s no time like now...This isn’t scary!’ She gulped and ran through the blades of grass with reckless abandon. Due to fear, her eyes were closed as she jolted to the bathroom door, feeling her body tense up from the rush of adrenaline.     The cat seemed to lose it’s grip on the mouse it had caught earlier and perked it’s ears up in response to Rafflesia’s movements. Her eyes opened in fear, ‘Ugh, it noticed me!’ The cat slowed walked over to Rafflesia, prepping to pounce on her like a lion with an antelope. It’s tail was arched straight up in the air and it’s olive toned eyes were honed in on her. “Oh dear Satan NO.” Her pace quickened, heart racing a mile a minute. ‘There is no way I’ll end up being mutilated here: over my dead body!’ All she heard now was her breathing as she kept running. She could fly, yes, but fear took over her mind. She lost control of reason and primal instinct was shining instead. The dark beast was closing in on her as she drew closer to the bathroom door. Suddenly, she tripped over a small, quartz rock and landed onto the concrete pavement. She raised her trembling hands above her eyes, ready to accept her fate. ‘Dang it...I guess I'm going to have to use makeup to cover the scars...’ Instead of feeling a cat’s musty fangs against her skin, a large hand had scooped her up, with the other shooing away the cat. She removed her hands from her eyes in confusion. “Huh...what happened?” Upwards, a shadow came from the giant’s face. A man with fair skin and raven black, straight hair was eyeing her carefully. “You poor fairy...That cat must have scared you out of your mind.”     ‘Eh? This guy thinks I’m a fairy? HAHAHA.’ Oh the sheer hilarity of it all! Rafflesia felt a bit insulted since faeries were considerably less wicked than succubi and incubi. All they did was whisk away humans with food and play pranks. They looked too cutesy too, with less curves and an innocent feel to them. ‘This could play to my advantage...I’ll just go with it.’ She cleared her throat and stared up at him as sweetly as she could. “Yes I am~ Nice to meet ya! How do you do?” After doing a curtsy, she briefly twirled as the diamonds on her wings and tail sparkled. On the inside, she cringed from how much it hurt to be kind. The man smiled then lowered his face towards her. Lowering his glasses onto his eyes, he looked from side to side. The baby and their mother were still playing together on the park bench. The mom was engrossed in her baby girl’s laughter which was caused by seeing the pink rattle being shook. The nerdy, but handsome looking man spoke quietly to Rafflesia as if he were sharing a secret. “You know...you seem quite different from the standard fae. You’re wearing quite...provocative clothing to say the least.” He forcefully coughed and looked away from her a bit as his cheeks flushed a babydoll shade of pink. Rafflesia’s outfit constituted of a black bra and g-string with ruby red lace around the edges. With not so much clothing covering her sun kissed skin, her cleavage popped out. It was almost as if they were begging to be freed from their prison. Rose vines were tattooed on her right thigh that trailed down and stopped near her knee.     'Nononono.' With quick thinking, she came up with a little white lie. She nervously giggled while flushing crimson red, "O-oh this? H-ha ha, you caught me heading over to my man's place! This is just to spice things up you know." His facial expression changed from looking concerned to seeming like he understood her situation. "Oh, my apologies. I didn't know! It's not every day that I get to interact with a fairy like you. You wanted to head into the bathroom right? I saw you trying to make a mad dash for the bathroom door." Rafflesia vigorously nodded her head in response to speed up the conversation. She was getting impatient since she wanted to get to work already. The thought of virgin men who were lusting for female attention was an enticing prospect she wanted to immediately indulge in. Thankfully for her, the man was bringing her to the bathroom door at least. He put her inside and waved goodbye to her, with Rafflesia watching him walk away. She wanted to make sure the coast was clear so she could peacefully transform into a human woman. As soon as she noted that he was far away enough, and that no one else was around, she flew up to the door knob. Mustering up all the strength that she could, she pulled on the golden door knob to close the door. It was a struggle, but she managed to do it. Rafflesia sighed from how much it drained her stamina to accomplish the task, but with that out of the way, she could now do the transformation.      She snapped her fingers and red sparkles swirled around her like a vicious tornado. Rafflesia was no longer four inches tall: she was a 5 foot tall woman now. Her chest expanded to the size of a 36-C and her hair shortened to a bob cut; bangs stopping above her eyes. The rose tattoos on her right thigh suddenly disappeared like magic. What replaced it was a necklace with a single rose made out of a pink diamond. The leaves of the rose necklace were made out of the finest emeralds. Out of nowhere, a black t-shirt appeared with an image of an anime rabbit character smirking. It's brows were furrowed and the rabbit had a pastel pink bow with a small skull in the middle. The skirt appeared right after the t-shirt, similar to a school girl's skirt, but colored lavender pink instead. Fish net stockings appeared on her legs and simple black boots appeared on her feet. The boots came with slightly torn black ribbons to emanate a rough and tough goth aesthetic. 'Okay, now I'm ready to go!' She busted out of the bathroom and looked up at the bright blue sky. She boldly shouted, "Look out world! Rafflesia is here!" She felt as if a pair of eyes were on her for some reason. Turns out she was right, because the mother and the baby were staring at her. "Oh...Sorry, haha."