D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad

“The worst thing she’s ever sacrificed was all of her hair for… hmm… I can’t remember what it was but I think it was that time my father tried to stop her from having so many sleepovers at my house. Lian’s parents… have not been the most supportive people in the world… and she was somewhat upset. Traded her hair to stop my dad talking for a while. Basically as long as she could make it…”

Bing winced, remember the day, “… it really wasn’t that long? My dad is much stronger then Lian and she wasn’t properly trained at the time… I think it lasted maybe ten minutes tops? Still, that just goes to show you the sort of danger that can happen. Want if Lian hadn’t sacrificed her hair, but the ability to grow hair altogether? Or something worse? Plus, it made her bald everywhere and gave her the idea of how to avoid needing to shave as she got older. Girl has the smoothest of legs,”

Lily whistled innocently, trying to pretend she wasn’t thinking of anything questionable. It was made a bit easier by hanging around so many Succubi who had a similar thing going on. Especially when she could shift her focus back to Kat. It was still embarrassing, but much less so when the attention was focused on Kat’s legs instead of Lian’s. It just took a bit of mental effort to adjust.

“Her thing is legs” supplied Sue when Bing shot Lily a weird look. “You basically did the equivalent of telling her… well I was going to Lian knowing how to double her dick size, but you’re recent sexual awakening…” Bing glared at Sue, “… means maybe I should’ve just said Lian knows how to increase the size of her tits. Actually… IS that a thing you can do with curses?”

Bing shook her head, both to deny the question and to remove those images from her mind. Lian was practically her sister! That was just wrong, no matter how good of friends they were, or how her hold on her sexuality was slipping. “No, curses by their natures have to do something negative. Sort of. There can be a bit of mental gymnastics, and for minor things you can get away with it… but curses are always a removal of something, in exchange for something else, normally also bad.

“Hair removal is fine, because there’s less hair at the end of the process. Even if that’s something you want. The voice curse was also fine, because Lian temporarily took away his voice. In the fights? She took away portions of Goroth’s speed. You’ll notice she wasn’t making herself faster,” explained Sue.

“So what you’re saying is… breast reduction is totally on the table?” said Sue with zero shame. “What about ass reduction? Ooh, what about moving fat from somewhere undesirably like the stomach and putting it in her tits or ass?”

“Ok… first off… yes probably… and Lian is going to love those ideas… but that’s really not what you’re supposed to be doing with it. Curse energy is dangerous, not some easy weight loss solution!” grumbled Bing.

Sue shrugged, “I think it’s a great business opportunity, all the girls would be willing to pay big money for Lian to… do a little work…”

“I hate the fact that this is a good idea SO much right now,” whined Bing. “But she’s always talking about needing her own money and not mooching off my parents so much. I’d be a horrible friend if I don’t point this out to her… but I just… it feels so wrong. Like… like seeing the sun come up in the West. Wait, no, I’m forcing her to meet you three when she’s finished with the tournament. YOU can tell her. And if she asks why I didn’t? Please take credit for the idea,”

Sue gave a shrug just as the announcer started to talk about the next fight. “Dammit that’s my queue to leave. I wanted to go over more of Lian’s fighting style and what Goroth did right and wrong… but I guess that will have to wait for now. See you both later! Hopefully we can chat more after my next fight or two!”

With that Bing waved to them all and waited for Lily to transform before heading out the door. Off to do her own fighting. Kat, Lily and Sue watched her go. A little sad they wouldn’t be able to watch Bing’s match themselves. Perhaps for the later rounds, if she made it that far.