CHAPTER 51: FACE TO FACE WITH THE RAW REALITY (1)

The world is small... damn small.

What are the chances that the boy Melania met online and is now on a date with... turns out to be Tyler?

Yes, that Tyler—Elaine’s ex-boyfriend.

Seriously, how desperate or messed up does a thirty-year-old have to be to agree to a date with a twelve-year-old girl? And at night too—though in the afternoon it wouldn’t have been any less wrong.

Of course, someone who doesn’t know wouldn’t guess she’s only twelve—she looks at least fifteen or sixteen. But that excuse might work for someone like me, barely eighteen, not for a thirty-year-old. The fact she looks fifteen instead of twelve doesn’t change much for that perverted creep.

Needless to say, Elaine didn’t take it well.

«That bastard, that pathetic sack of shit... I swear I’ll call the police right now and have him locked behind bars for the rest of his life!» she mutters, so furious that her ears look like they’re steaming like a locomotive.

Right now we’re hidden among the trees in one of the less crowded areas of Central Park—deserted at this hour of the night. Melania and Tyler are sitting on a bench about twenty meters away, casually chatting about nothing in particular.

«To me it looks like they’re not doing anything wrong. Unless he does something inappropriate, it’s pointless to act,» I reply. «There’s no law that says a man can’t have a young girl as a friend.»

«Are you stupid or what?! It’s obvious they’re not just hanging out as friends. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought her to such a secluded place with the excuse that he can’t stand the noise of New York’s streets!»

I know that too... but I clearly remember what happened the last time I interrupted Melania during her "meal" that night at the pier. If she gets mad, both Elaine and I will be the ones to suffer, and that’s not something I’m eager to risk. Much better if that damn pedophile becomes the sacrificial victim of Melania’s twisted cravings. Maybe it’ll finally cure him of bothering little girls and make him focus on women his own age, who are far more appetizing than kids who don’t even have hair down there yet.

I agreed to help Elaine tonight only to keep her from angering her cousin—not because I’m worried about Melania. The only thing I can do is keep Elaine from doing anything stupid and convince her this is just a harmless outing between friends, hoping she’ll drop it and go home before Melania makes her move.

To be honest, it’s a miracle Melania has limited herself to just talking with him this whole time. Maybe she’s studying him, trying to figure out if she can get what she wants without risking the use of her succubus powers in a place where Monster Reapers might show up.

Yes, she knows about them—I warned her myself about how dangerous it is to use her succubus abilities openly and recklessly, just like I saw her do at the pier.

Or maybe she’s simply having fun teasing him, like a cat playing with a mouse just for the thrill before devouring it.

«Elaine... it’s been almost an hour we’ve been here just watching them talk. Can we go now? If something were going to happen, it would have happened already,» I grumble, my impatience obvious—I can’t wait to get out of here.

«Y-Yeah, maybe you’re right... also, in those weeks I was with Tyler, he never gave me the impression of being that kind of guy...» Elaine admits, still hesitant.

She only says that because I never told her Tyler cheated on her with a minor—a detail Tyler conveniently left out when he dumped her. Better this way, though. Less worry for Elaine.

But just when Elaine finally gives up on tailing her cousin...

«R-Ren... what’s happening?» she stammers, fear and disbelief in her voice at what’s unfolding before her eyes.

Melania has stood up from the bench, now facing Tyler. But the worst part... are her eyes. No longer brown, but glowing with a vivid purple light. And not only that—her entire body is now wrapped in a faint, luminous violet haze.

Shit... shit... shit!!! That little depraved brat couldn’t wait even one more minute to put her plan into action?!

«R-Ren... why is Melania glowing purple?» Elaine continues, her voice even shakier and more terrified.

And now... what the hell am I supposed to tell her?! There isn’t a single excuse in the world that could explain what’s happening.

As if this weren’t already hard enough to justify... now even Tyler’s eyes have started glowing with that same sinister light.

His hands reach for her, slipping under the short skirt Melania is wearing, and in an instant her panties are pulled down to her knees. Then, he leans forward, burying his face between her thighs.

His head is hidden under her skirt, but from Melania’s moans and the way she forcefully pushes his head against herself... well, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on—he’s definitely not giving her a thorough gynecological checkup.

The fact that Melania decided to use her powers after all this time means she had no other way to get what she wanted from Tyler—apparently, he must have learned his lesson after I caught him red-handed fooling around with a minor and forced him to break up with Elaine.

But then why did he agree to go out with Melania? Unless... before meeting up, they must have messaged a lot, talked about themselves, and maybe it came out that Melania is Elaine’s cousin—his ex-girlfriend.

If Tyler had no shady intentions with Melania, it’s possible he still agreed to meet her just to get help reconciling with Elaine. If that’s the case, he’d be less of a bastard and creep than I thought...

It’s also true that, according to what that succubus told me, she isn’t able to plant lewd thoughts into her victims’ minds, only amplify what’s already there. In other words, deep down Tyler still harbored some desire for her... Okay, so he really is a pedo, but one who at least tried to keep his urges in check—and who had the bad luck of running into the wrong person.

Either way, this isn’t the time to get lost in speculation.

At the sight of Tyler’s face buried between Melania’s thighs and those strange purple lights shining from her body, Elaine can’t hold back a desperate scream.

Or rather, she would have, if I hadn’t quickly clamped my hand over her mouth and pinned her in place.

Her attempts to struggle are useless, and so are her muffled cries—only faint groans escape her lips.

She kicks and thrashes like someone possessed during an exorcism, even more violently when Melania completely slips off her panties, letting them fall to her feet, then reaches for Tyler’s belt.

She unbuckles it impatiently, then yanks down his jeans and boxers in one sharp motion, revealing an erection not particularly big but hard and throbbing—now I understand why Elaine kept looking for me even while she was with him.

A sinister, mischievous grin spreads across Melania’s satisfied face—the expression of a predator who has finally captured her prey.