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Hearing his words, Vespa's gaze dropped back down to the serpent on her arm, her fingers tracing the white scales that wound up her dark skin. The design was complex and intriguing to her, each coil catching the morning light in a way that made the ink look almost alive against her ebony complexion.
She looked up at him.
"Webb family," she repeated slowly, as if tasting it. "Vespa Webb." Her tail twitched slightly beneath the sheets. "I like the name."
She held his gaze, and then her expression shifted into something less impressed and more accusatory.
"Though you could have warned me."
Arthur ran his hand along the serpent on her thigh, unbothered.
"I told you I wanted it to be a surprise." He glanced down at the tattoo beneath his fingers. "Aren't you glad I did? I mean, look at you. You got a beautiful tattoo."
"Yeah, it is beautiful, isn't it?" Vespa tilted her arm in the light, admiring the serpent one more time before her smile returned, smug and self-assured. "Just like anything I'm a part of."
She tossed the sheet aside and grabbed Arthur by the hand, pulling him down toward her and wrapping her arms around him, cuddling into his chest by pressing her own against his. Her nipples still hard, rubbing up against his skin.
"Don't get too comfortable." Arthur's tone carried a hint of playfulness beneath the seriousness, his hand still resting on her back as she clung to him. "I didn't mark you just so you could relax and enjoy my body. I've got things I need you to do."
Vespa's eyebrow arched as she looked up at him from his chest, her amber eyes narrowing with curiosity, her tail swaying lazily behind her.
"Oh? And what would that be, hubby?"
Arthur looked down at her, his fingers idly tracing the serpent along her arm as he spoke.
"You're a succubus with Gold-tier strength, a face that can make anyone forget what they were thinking, and a personality that can charm its way into any circle on this campus." He met her eyes. "I'd be a terrible husband if I didn't put those talents to work."
Vespa's smile spread slow, intrigued.
"Go on."
"I need your help with a certain crowd of people. They aren't brave enough to take the leap on their own, so I want you to give them the push over the edge before they spiral." His hand settled on her hip, tracing circles against her skin. "I've laid out all the pieces on the board. I just need someone to start the game."
Vespa shifted against him, propping herself up to get a proper look at his face. What she saw there made the playfulness drain from her own. He was serious. He wasn't playing around like before, and in that moment she realized that this was the real reason he'd summoned her through his mother. Not for the sex. Not for the wife act. But to bring this game of his to fruition.
"Well, since hubby gave me such a nice gift, I guess I could repay him by playing his game."
Vespa pressed her breasts into Arthur as she said it, because even when the conversation turned serious she couldn't change her nature.
"Then lay back and listen, wifey. This is going to take a while to explain."
And so he told Vespa everything.
By the time they finished, the morning sun had climbed fully into the sky, filling the room with warm light. Vespa could be seen still resting on Arthur's chest, her tail wrapped around his legs, stroking him up and down in lazy passes.
With Arthur now fully done explaining and answering all of Vespa's questions, they finally had a moment of silence. Neither of them spoke, the weight of what he'd laid out settling between them alongside the warmth of the sunlight.
Vespa tilted her head up and, out of nowhere, kissed Arthur softly on the lips.
"You really are my mother's type." Her voice carried a hint of respect.
"Fine, hubby. Consider it done."
—--
One week later.
Sitting in the lecture hall, Arthur could be seen waiting for class to start with his notes laid out on the desk in front of him. However, compared to the quiet stillness of Arthur, the rest of the students in the class were rather loud, especially a group of boys a few rows back.
"Did you hear? They're letting a servant join the student body."
"Yeah, I did. The dark-skinned girl, right? The one from the Webb family."
"Yeah, her. I heard she evolved her bloodline from Silver all the way to Platinum after spending a night with the youngest of the Webb family."
"What? Silver to Platinum? That's unheard of. Are you sure they didn't use dark arts?"
"That's what I thought, but when I went to read the report it said the staff ran multiple tests on her and found nothing nefarious at play. It's all legit."
"That's crazy. And the fact that her strength is Early Gold tier? She must have been a war slave before becoming a servant of the Webbs. It just doesn't make any sense otherwise."
The three boys shook their heads in disbelief.
"Forget about it. It's not like she's going to matter anyway. She's been thrown into House Watchers as a second year. She's going to get eaten alive in there."
"Speaking of eating, did you see her? Oh my god, I wouldn't mind getting a chance to eat her out. She's way too hot to be a mere servant."
"Amen to that, brother. Her dark skin is so striking compared to that white tattoo she's got. And her body? Bro, it's to die for. I swear she's the most beautiful woman on campus."
"Most beautiful is a stretch. I'd say Helena's got that title."
"You're only saying that because you saw her that night she went on that dinner date. God, I'm so jealous of you."
"Hehe, I know, bro. It was crazy. I still can't believe she wore that. She must have been forced or something, otherwise I can't imagine her ever wearing something like that."
"Fair point, man. But you know what? I'm really excited about her."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, since she's a Webb and you know what the Webbs are all about, you think she would, you know..."
"Marcus, you couldn't even handle a barn girl from the boonies. What makes you think you could handle a pro like her? I heard from one of my cousins who went out to the front lines that he spent a night with a whore from the Webbs' territory, and bro, for weeks this man wouldn't shut up about her skills. He even sent letters and gifts just to spend another night with her, but she never responded back. I'm telling you, it's a lost cause."
"Yeah, you're right, but a man can dream, okay? And besides, if she's anything like Morgana, maybe she can keep me as a pet."
Laughter erupted from the boys as they continued to banter with one another while they waited for class. Little did they know, they were already helping Arthur as they spoke. They were pieces on his board making moves he needed without even realizing it.
He needed people to talk about Vespa. To get an idea in their heads about her, about how she was exotic and new, someone that deserved attention, someone with skills. Skills that perverts would love to experience for themselves. The more her name spread through the halls and dining tables and dormitory conversations, the easier it would be for her to do what he'd asked.
'Hopefully Vespa can follow up on the plan herself. It'd be a waste of everything if she can't get even Garrett to fall into the web.'
Arthur chuckled quietly to himself at the pun as the professor walked through the door, announcing the start of class and silencing the hall.