Screech, screeeech!
[Dear passengers, we will shortly be arriving at Lebleu Station.][Passengers disembarking at Lebleu Station, please make your way toward the doors.]
The subway started slowing down, and Emily's frustration reached a culmination.
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'Every day I need to spend thirty minutes on the subway to get to and from the academy.' She thought, a vein bulging on her forehead. 'There's no way to live next to the academy. All those buildings and apartments around it... Yet not one is vacant or available! This shitty economy is forcing me to waste so much of my precious time! Forcing me to take public transportation!'
Emily was so angry that she felt her grip could break the subway's support bars.
'I'm forced to be surrounded by these sweaty, old, disgusting male boomers! Ugh! This whole economic problem is their fault in the first place! It's probably their fault that I can't rent a place near the Academy! Creepy men trying to spy on us by renting all the apartments around the Academy! That's definitely what it is! Ugh!'
Cough-
Emily's face turned into the deepest frown as she heard that cough.
From the corner of her eye, she could see him standing behind her.
'Ew.'
A cough so deep it seemed he could spit out his oesophagus at any moment.
'Yeah, cough some more, disgusting old man.'
Emily couldn't stand the sight of him. Let alone the sight, just the knowledge that a fat, old, bald man was standing in her vicinity was enough to make her stomach twist with unease and visceral revulsion.
'Standing around like he owns the goddamn subway. It's people like him that mess up the world for the rest of us.'
The cheap suit he was wearing was not helping. Nor was the tiny amount of hair that remained on his head, steering clear of the top of his head, making his egg-shaped head look like an island.
'God... I'm so freaking sick of these people.' Emily sighed.
Her hand temporarily let go of the support bars, and she rubbed her forehead, trying to calm herself.
The next second,
[Dear passengers, we will shortly be arriving at Lebleu Station.][Passengers disembarking at Lebleu Station, please make your way toward the doors.]
Screech, screeeech!
The subway started slowing down and,
"...!"
His hand came into contact with her back, and Emily momentarily froze.
The old man had kept her from knocking into him and falling backwards.
"EW! DON'T TOUCH ME! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Emily suddenly shouted, roughly jerking her shoulder away.
The shout immediately caused the old salaryman to freeze, and the rest of the passengers to turn in his direction.
"I-It's not what you think." The old man stuttered with an apologetic smile. "I was just-"
"JUST STOP TALKING, YOU CREEP! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST TOUCHED ME! IS THIS WHAT YOU DO IN YOUR FREE TIME? HANG AROUND SUBWAYS TO MOLEST YOUNG WOMEN?!"
The old man felt his heart drop.
"Lady, I was just helping. You're the one who's-"
"OH, I'M THE ONE? WHAT? DID MY ACADEMY UNIFORM MAKE IT LOOK LIKE I WAS ASKING FOR IT?!"
The old man gulped. His vision was turning blurry.
He hadn't expected the day to take such a turn.
There was obviously no reasoning with her. The old man resorted to the only option he felt was left.
"Where do you think you're going?" A tall young man stood in the old man's path, keeping him from walking away.
"What's happening here?"
"Did he touch you?" A handsome twenty-five-year-old asked.
Emily stared for a moment.
The subway had just stopped.
"Yes." She answered.
Five seconds later, Emily was out of the subway.
She turned around and saw through the windows that the old man wasn't going to get away with it.
The three younger men were roughing him up, pulling him by the collar and tie. One was even spilling his drink on the old man's bald head.
'Hmph!' Emily flipped her hair as she turned away. 'Serves you right.'
The student of the All-girls Magic School, Ashford Academy, walked through the subway station.
'When it comes down to it, they're all the same.'
Her frustration and irritation hadn't decreased one bit.
'One of those three guys wasn't alone. He was with a girl. He came to help even though he had seen everything. He knows that the old man didn't molest me. Well, he did touch me, ugh... He might have gotten a boner just from touching my back. Gross... Gross! Ugh! Now that young guy is roughing him up and acting like he was helping me, saving me... Just to impress the girl he was with! He saw everything, but still came to help to impress that girl!'
Emily let out the deepest sigh.
'They're all just as bad as the other. Men are trash, seriously.'
The nearly eighteen-year-old student did her best to calm her nerves on her way home.
Bzzt- Bzzt-
[You have 1 Unread Message.]
[Sender: Auntie Ava.]
[You're still coming right? We need to spend your eighteenth birthday together!]
"Ugh..." Emily let herself fall on her sofa. "Spend it with you is one thing, but with that creepy husband of yours? Hell, no."
She rubbed her face for a bit, feeling her irritation rising again.
"Auntie deserves way better. Seriously! A retired A-Rank Hunter? He's a nobody! Ugh... Women these days have such low standards... And the men are just... Ew."
Bzzzt- Bzzzt- Bzzzt-
[Incoming Call.]
Emily answered right away.
[Helllooooo!]
"Hey." She waved with a smile.
[Soooo, what's the plan?]
[We need to hit the clubs!]
[Maybe a bar or something to start?]
[Or we can get the party started at mine?]
[Nooo! We need to get it started at the bar! Free drinks!]
[Hahahha! Truuue!]
"Hehe." Emily chuckled. "Yeah, bar sounds good."
[It'll be your first time getting into a bar as an adult, too!]
[Lol!]
[Trueee!]
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, I'll talk to you later. I think I'll take a nap before we go out."
[Aiiiight!]
[Don't sleep too long!]
[If you sleep too long, we'll come and kidnap you.]
"Yes, please, haha. Alright, kiss, kiss."
[You have left the Group Call.]
"Haa..." Emily sighed. "I wonder if it's because of that loser. I feel so tired...!"
Her eyes suddenly widened.
"Could it be that I'm sleepy..." Emily brought a hand to her chin. "Because I'm about to awaken? Awakenings happen between the ages of 16 and 21... There's no reason for it to happen on my eighteenth birthday. I guess I'm just tired." She shrugged, walked over to the door, making sure that it was locked, then to her bed, and jumped into her drapes. "Guess I'll catch... A bit of a..."
It took Emily less than ten seconds to fall asleep.
Eventually, the time to start getting ready came, and passed.
Calls upon calls, texts upon texts, from her friends and from her auntie.
The clock struck midnight, and her phone screen turned on, showing an avalanche of "Happy birthday" messages, none of which Emily was awake to see.
Along with the messages at midnight, something else came to knock on her window.
"There you are."
The woman's whisper was inaudible to all.
Her presence was unknown to those around her.
Still, they felt something.
Maybe it was her scent, or her aura.
The men reacted to her, despite not knowing she was there. The women, too, felt a tingle down there.
"Another one of my subjects."
Black wings spread from her back. It only took a moment for her to cross the distance and hover in front of Emily's window.
"A new life is waiting for you," The Succubus Queen smiled. "Girl."
Through the window, she could clearly see Emily's unconscious body.
The Succubus Queen's hand lay on the glass for a moment, and the window opened.
"Hm...?" Emily's eyes opened slightly, feeling the bed below move.
She frowned, noticing a knee sinking into the soft bed. A knee that certainly wasn't hers.
"What the... What the hell...?!"
Emily's words trailed off as her gaze rose to look at the intruder.
Sexy lingerie, round and voluptuous breasts, a magnificently thin waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and the most beautiful face.
The view was almost enough to make Emily forget about the horns and wings on the woman's body.
Before Emily could scream, shout, move, or react in any way,
"Happy birthday!" The Demoness shouted with her hands raised.
"..." The frozen Emily could only gulp. "T-Thanks... What are you doing on my bed?"
She was dazed, confused, scared... And glad that it wasn't a man.
'I would have had a heart attack had it been a man.'
You guessed it.
Emily hates men.