After ignoring the cries of dismay from the noisy succubus, I enter the ball of light and apparently accept the summoning. The next moment I'm inside a dimly lit room lined with stereotypical occult items and inhabited by exited gangly youth in... robes and pointy hat. Listen, you are practically screaming "I'm wizaaaaard!" with all these props. How about giving subtlety a try?

"Hiiii, it worked! Ah! Ahem... I am the great wizard #####! I hath summoned thee from the underworld to do mine bidding!"

I forgot his name immediately after hearing it. And is the fake ye olde speak necessary? Besides, your declaration would be more impressive if your hat wouldn't be about to fall. Not much more though; like your garb, it's just trying too hard. Well, maybe I shouldn't be so critical of him... but his demeanor is tiring me just as I observe him. Dealing with him would be pain in the ass.

The best way to deal with difficult or annoying situations is to avoid them entirely. So screw you try-hard wizard, I'm going-- or am not. I can't leave the summoning circle as an invisible force stops me. Well, if we accept succubi and wizards, then this should be logical. Sigh. I need to do this the hard way then.

"... What is it?"

The wizard's enthusiasm wilts a bit. He then starts saying something, but then he jerks his head and his gaze freezes. And not on my eyes.

At this moment I become acutely aware that I have no clothes. Why didn't I notice this earlier? I might have bit of a body-awareness problem. Not that there were any clothes around where I spawned anyway though. I guess convenience for demons runs out with appearing fully ready with no need to go through slow growing up process, and they just can't spare a set of clothing after that.

"I-... S-s-SEX. I want! ... W-with you..."

The wizard says something outrageous while almost choking on his own anxiety. I don't think I've ever been looked at like that. What is this feeling? It's... repulsion? No, there's too much second hand shame mixed in. Repitylsion. Yes, that'll do.

"O-of course I'm ready to- to- make a contract for that! I'll do bad things to p-p-pay for it!"

So a fool making contract with demon gets its services for spreading evil into the world? That's considerably less faustian a bargain than I'd have expected. Maybe there's oversupply of demonic assistance, and that has decreased the costs to such trivial levels? Or maybe this is attempt to make a slippery slope where idiots like this get drunk on easy power and then fall further into depravity?

I have zero interest in all that though. All I want is out of this circle without doing anything disgusting. Or annoying. Or anything, really. Since we are doing the whole deal with the devil thing, let's cheese through it by misusing exact words. That's a classic.

"I'm feeling generous, so I'll consider letting me, a demon, free into this world a bad enough thing. Release me from the circle, and you have my permission for steaming hot time with a succubus."

That's a real bargain, he doesn't need to do almost anything more than what he has already done. Of course, the catch is that I never said that I'd do anything with him, just that I give my permission to do it with some other succubus. And my permission is hardly worth anything. The wizard wasn't completely lost in lust though. He realized I had laid a trap.

"Ha! I see what you did there! You said 'a succubus', not yourself! I'll let you out, if you'll do i-it with me, right here, right now."

"So then... Release from this circle in exchange for steaming hot time with you, effective immediately?"

"Y-yes!"

"Sigh. Deal."

"Alright!"

The exited wizard does some arcane gestures, and the pressure I didn't notice was there is gone. As the wizard starts breathing heavily, I step out of the circle... and make a beeline towards the teapot I noticed earlier.

"H-hey w-what are you doing?"

Wizard's train of thought is interrupted. As is his process of undressing. I turn towards him as I start boiling the water. The stove is very archaic, but I can do this much.

"Tea."

"But what about the s-s-sex!?"

"Steaming hot time."

"Haaah?"

"... Tea is steaming hot. Therefore, tea time."

I can feel his spirit collapsing as his body collapses on his bed as the realization that I chose to interpret the 'steaming hot time' worded in our contract as tea time. I considered just walking out without doing anything, but in case there's some metaphysical geas towards fulfilling a contract, I at least make sure to abide by the words... while trampling all over the spirit of contract. I'm so devilish.

The wizard has abandoned all hope, so I take the chance to arrange more favorable conditions for myself.

"I'm borrowing clothes."

"... Do whatever you want..."

"Then I'll take to some money too."

"..."

Come on. While this is payback for creeping me out, if you are so easy to exploit I may start feeling bad. I know, I'll share gems of my wisdom with him. Teach a man to fish etc.

"Did you know... They say that if you get to your 30th year as virgin, you'll get great magical powers."

"What? Really?"

Who knows, since there is magic and demons, then that might be true too. ...Yeah, probably not. But I reckon if this one concentrates on improving his magic instead of trying to so desperately hook up, by 30 he could indeed have great magical powers. Technically it wasn't a lie then. In fact, it was some high quality advice. Assuming of course that he has talent for this, and he won't end up wasting his youth for nothing. ... Never mind.

I leave the tea ready for him as I make my way out. I quickly glance at my reflection in the mirror with excessively ornate frame. Unless it's some sort of magic mirror that shows more than my reflection, I seem to have almost white blonde hair and pale blue eyes the color eyes of a husky dog might possess. I hid my wings under the robes I ransacked from the wizard. I don't seem to have horns like the other succubus had. Maybe those grow with time? Not that I want any, those seem completely pointless. All in all I look like a young human woman with plausible, if unlikely build. There's slight uncanny effect because of the unnatural lack of any blemishes or other imperfections though. As expected of a succubus' body.

I linger for a moment longer, considering that this is quite attractive even for the usually uninterested me. On one hand it's great that at least I look really, really good. On the other hand it's increasingly disappointing that the one person that I'm attracted to is myself. [You have gained a trait 'Narcissism'!] Yeah, right.