"Come on, Aza, hurry up."
A purple-haired vixen waved me over, a mischievous grin on her face.
"We need to prepare many things."
Eva didn't wait for my reply and linked her arm with mine, dragging me along the hallway with excited energy.
After breakfast, Beatrice suggested that I should visit the shop on the first floor and pick whatever I want. She said it's a 'gift' to celebrate my upcoming awakening.
Eva was happy to tag along. She wanted to 'help' me pick something. Or, in other words, she wanted to pick something for herself and make me pay for it.
"What kind of shop are we talking about?" I asked, matching her pace.
'Definitely a sex shop, these are succubi after all,' I thought.
"A little bit of everything," Eva said, her eyes sparkling. "Weapons, armor, potions, scrolls, and... other things."
Her "other things" came with a sly wink that promised all sorts of depraved delights.
"Great..." I mumbled, but a part of me was curious.
The first floor of the brothel was, as expected, a bustling hive of activity. Demons and other creatures of the Unspoken Realm milled about, some drinking, some gambling, some engaged in various acts of debauchery in shadowed corners. The air was thick with the scent of spilled alcohol, cheap perfume, and the heady musk of sex.
To be fair, I am impressed. Beatrice managed to mix plenty of services for different tastes, not just sex, into one single establishment.
This place is a bar, a casino, a brothel, a restaurant, a hotel, and a shop all in one.
Beatrice was smart.
With this level of service, it was no wonder her brothel was one of the most successful in these parts. She had clients from all over the Unspoken Realm, from lowly imps to high-ranking demons.
And with this wide range of options, many spent weeks inside, never leaving the brothel.
"This way," Eva said, leading me towards a discreet, unassuming door tucked away in a corner of the main hall. It was made of dark, polished wood, with a simple brass handle. There was no sign, no indication of what lay beyond.
Eva pushed the door open, and I stepped inside.
The shop was... something else.
It was a long, narrow room, lined with shelves from floor to ceiling. The shelves were crammed with an astonishing variety of items. Glowing potions in ornate bottles, gleaming blades of various shapes and sizes, intricately woven scrolls, and... things that made my face flush.
There were dildos of every conceivable size, shape, and material. Some were ribbed, some were curved, some were studded with gems. There were whips, paddles, collars, and all manner of restraints. There were even what looked like living, writhing tentacles preserved in jars.
And behind the counter was a familiar red-haired succubus.
'How did she come here before us?' I wondered, surprised to see Liza here.
"Liza!" Eva chirped, her usual cheerful self.
"Eva, Aza," Liza gave us a curt nod, and when she saw the surprised look on my face, she let out a soft giggle. "Don't be too surprised, I have a short-range teleportation magic."
"Ah." I nodded in understanding. It made sense. "That's good magic to have, especially for escaping trouble."
"It has its uses," Liza said, her expression unreadable. "So, what can I get for you? Mother said Beatrice's treat was on her."
I froze for a second under Liza's calm gaze, then let my eyes wander across the shelves again, trying very hard not to stare too long at… certain items.
"Right…" I cleared my throat. "Just looking for now."
"Liar. You're absolutely buying something." Eva snorted beside me.
"I said, looking."
"And I said buying," she shot back, already slipping away from my side to browse like a kid in a candy store. Only this candy store sold things that could probably make a person permanently limp.
"Uh, yeah. Beatrice said pick whatever," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "But... where do I even start? Weapons? Potions? Something practical for awakening?"
The last word felt foreign, like a secret I wasn't supposed to talk about so casually.
Liza's lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
"The awakening is unpredictable, but there are a few items that... sway things in one's favor."
She gestured towards a shelf lined with small, intricately carved boxes.
"Charm amplifiers. They'll make you more appealing to... whomever the contract decides to pull across the realms."
Her finger tapped a polished obsidian box.
"This one. 'Whispers of Desire'. Infused with the powdered bones of a siren. Boosts Charisma by ten points for an hour. And make your voice... very persuasive. A great starting point for a favorable contract."
Her gaze then shifted to another section, one filled with phials of shimmering liquids.
"Or you could go for something more... direct. Lust elixirs. Make them forget their own name, let alone their wish. Easier to negotiate when their brain is swimming in your aura."
'Damn, these succubi don't beat around the bush,' I exclaimed inwardly, my eyes scanning the items. Each one was a tool for seduction, a weapon in the war of wills.
"Aza! Look at this."
Eva, from across the room, held up a monstrously large, ribbed pink dildo that had a handle?... a dildo sword? It was ridiculous.
I facepalmed.
"Eva, put that down. We're here for serious things."
"This is serious!" she pouted, wagging it at me. "Think of the possibilities! You could fight and fuck at the same time! The ultimate multitasker!"
Liza watched our exchange with an amused glint in her eyes.
"She has a point, you know," she said, her tone deadpan. "The 'Pleasure-Pain' line is quite popular with gladiator-types. The enchantment makes every strike feel like a caress... or a climax, depending on the wielder's intent."
'Of course it does,' I thought, a headache starting to form.
"That's not even the best part!" Eva yelled and approached me from behind, and before I knew it—
SMACK!
"FUUCK!"
A sudden, stinging slap landed squarely on my ass. I yelped, spinning around to see Eva grinning wickedly, holding that dildo sword that was now glowing faintly with a pink aura.
'This bitch actually hit me with a dildo sword.'
"Eva! What the hell?!" I rubbed my stinging cheek, a mix of shock and something else... heat... spreading through me.
"What is this... Ahh~" I let out a soft moan, my knees feeling a little weak.
Something was moving inside me... inside my pussy, and from the shape of it, I could tell it was a cock?
"The magic from the sword sends a phantom cock into your opponent," Liza explained calmly, as if discussing the weather. "It's a disorienting and... distracting experience. Very effective in close combat."
"See? I told you it was great!" Eva's grin widened. "Imagine you're fighting some stuffy angel, and BAM! He's suddenly got a ghost-dick balls-deep in his ass while you're trying to stab him. That's a tactical advantage right there."
I had to admit... She wasn't wrong. The phantom sensation was... unnervingly realistic. A thick, pulsing pressure deep inside me, moving with a life of its own. My body, a treacherous thing, was responding. I could feel a fresh wave of slickness coating my thighs.
I clenched my thighs together, trying to ignore the insistent thrust of that invisible cock—thick, veined, and relentless, stretching me from the inside out like it had a mind of its own. My breath hitched, nipples hardening against my top as a flush crept up my neck.
"Fuck, why does it feel so good?" My thoughts slipped out of my mouth.
Eva's eyes lit up like she'd just won a prize, and Liza leaned on the counter, licking her lips like I was a five-course meal.
"See? Tactical and fun," Eva teased, twirling the dildo sword like a baton. The pink glow pulsed in time with the phantom rhythm inside me, each throb sending sparks straight to my clit. "Bet you'd love to test the full version."
"E-Eva… turn it off," I gasped, grabbing the shelf for support. My voice came out breathier than intended. I could even feel the pull in it. But damn, if this was just a taste, the full version would turn any fight into foreplay.
"Why? You look so cute when you're trying not to moan." Eva tilted her head, purple ears twitching with delight. "Besides, you're buying it."
"Fine... fine! I'll buy it!" I practically threw the words at her, anything to make the phantom dick stop rearranging my guts. "Just... turn it off!"
Eva just giggled, and with a final, teasing pulse from the sword, the sensation vanished. I sagged against the shelf, my legs trembling, my core feeling suddenly and achingly empty. My pussy was clenching around nothing, weeping with a fresh tide of arousal that had nothing to do with the phantom cock and everything to do with my own slutty biology.
"Happy now?" I grumbled, straightening up and pointedly ignoring the damp spot spreading on my pants.
"Delighted," Eva chirped, handing the ridiculous weapon to Liza.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, my eyes caught something else. In the corner, inside a barrel that was filled with random old weapons and scraps, I saw... no, I felt something calling me.
Something dark and hungry.
"Aza?" Eva called, seeing me ignoring her and walking towards the barrel.
"Just a sec," I said, my eyes still locked on that barrel.
I reached in, pushing aside a rusty shortsword and a dented shield. That's when I saw it.
A pure black katana.
Unlike the other items in the shop, there was no glow, no shimmer, no sign of magic. It was just... black. Like a hole in reality, a blade carved from shadow itself. The hilt was simple, wrapped in what looked like aged, dark leather. The guard was a plain, circular disc of black metal. There were no jewels, no engravings, no flourishes. It was the most unassuming, and yet the most menacing, weapon I had ever seen.
But I felt it.
A deep, resonant hum that vibrated up my arm, a feeling not of magic, but of... emptiness. A hunger that mirrored my own.
My devour skill was reacting to it? No... it was more like... this blade was a sibling to my skill.
"I'll take this one too."