After the teacher becomes a succubus

What, I thought.

"Shhhhhhh what?" I said.

In the vast western sea area, there is a kind of magical beast called the red dolphin. It is a relative by nature and can ride the wind and waves on the sea with passengers on its back.But they are not good pack animals, because this kind of animal is too lively. When their attention is attracted by something next to them, they will quickly change the established route and speed up uncontrollably, regardless of whether there is anything on the back. .

very quickly.

I once rode a red dolphin, and the first half of the trip was very smooth and smooth, until it spotted something not far away-maybe a water bird, maybe a fish, who knows.By the time we spotted the thing, we had already passed it, so without warning my friendly driver turned a 250-degree angle, gained speed of sound in half a second, and sprinted past.

The feeling now is the same as that time. I was walking on an ordinary avenue, and the mount suddenly flicked its tail, gyrated and drifted, and rushed towards an inexplicable direction at a speed that people could not react to at all.This sudden runaway threw me into the sky, and then fell back to the ocean. The sea level hit my face, and the waves slapped me seventeen or eight times.

To put it simply, I'm a little confused.

Just 1 minute ago, the two of us almost had an argument.He got really angry, and I was also a little emotional. The bad debt we had in the past was constantly being cut, and the reasoning was still messy, just like a dog's hair glued to my heart with strong glue.As a result, my teacher suddenly asked me to fuck him.

It's just a person who can't react! !

"Don't understand?" Rachel seemed to have gained a lot of energy from my horror, and she was able to hold her head calmly, "Aren't you afraid that those poor people will be killed by me? Then you come."

His villainous face is flawless, as if he is facing the wretch who is begging for mercy for his loved ones, saying "you don't want your children to become materials? Then you come." God of magic, this must be the most murderous I have ever met Prompt courtship.

If Rachel is not a succubus, but the female spider near the Ash Wasteland that eats her mating partners, this statement is a little more convincing.However, as a half-elf with vigorous vitality and a former black-robed mage who loves life and has a strong background, I have eaten various animal and plant monsters and potions with superimposed permanent gains, and I have fixed a certain high-level devil protection spell. A succubus has no problem throwing a party.Rachel ate me normally, like a mosquito bites me.

"Are you serious?" I pointed at me, then at him, "Are you sure? Let me? Fuck you?"

"Otherwise? You won't?" Rachel said provocatively, "I know you had sexual intercourse at the age of 20, with that actor in the Duke's mansion, a 17-year-old human male."

I think this is quite heartbreaking. I just said that he didn't know who I made friends with and who I had sex with in the past nine years, so he specifically mentioned where and with whom I had the first incident.He actually knew back then, what the hell, monitoring the sex life of his apprentice, this is really perverted.

Twenty years old is the age at which half-elves start to develop, which is equivalent to fifteen, six or seven years old for humans. In terms of relative age, I am probably the earliest one among Rachel's apprentices.Unlike the poor people in the mage's tower who have no sex education and no sex life, I have seen a lot of men and women doing private work when I hang out on the streets.And I'm so handsome, unrestrained and suave, it's strange that I have intentions and others have intentions, and I don't have much experience.

Until you meet someone you can share your bed with for the rest of your life, sex is just sex, like a meal.To me, it's a happy thing to do if you want it, not a waste of time, not a sin or something particularly precious, just a part of life.It's funny to use this as punishment, especially in this situation - Rachel is obviously more allergic to this than I am, right?

Then again, when the other player is Rachel, nothing is as simple as it usually is.

Well, hurt each other slightly.

"It's right here?" I pouted, pointing to the surrounding wilderness.

"Can't you do it?" Rachel said disdainfully, looking at the gravel on the ground, "We are mages."

"No, no, it's not a problem to make a bed out, and it's not a problem to cover our shadows." I said, "But this place is not deserted, there will still be all kinds of people passing by, relaxing, thinking about life and so on. Yeah. They come here and don't see us, maybe they'll just wander up to us and watch the moonlight fall on the ground. Maybe there's a couple of focused eyes next to me while I fuck you into the mattress. Ah, You have a lot of fun."

"...Go back," Rachel said.

We went back.

Rachel remained silent for the rest of the journey. Ten minutes later we returned to the hermit's hut. After another ten minutes, I finished taking a shower under his order, and after a few more ten minutes, he finished.This fully embodies an important truth: the key to such things as perishing together is to be decisive. If the momentum of one's full strength is disturbed by time...

When Rachel came out of the bathroom with bare feet, just like his dripping hair, the arrogance that was going to kill me had become limp and wet, and there were not many traces to be seen.

Five minutes later, he tossed the towel and slammed onto the bed like a dead man falling backwards into a coffin.

"Hurry up," Rachel ordered.

He ordered it like this, as if I was the one who was dawdling.

My efficiency-oriented mentor somehow forgot the cleaning spell just now, and walked into the bathroom on a rare occasion.After wasting so much time in the bathroom, he brushed his hair without saying a word for another 5 minutes, forgetting somewhere in his head the drying spell that would dry his hair in a second.Now Rachel is lying on the bed as if nothing had happened, as if she is confident that everything is under control.

And I started to feel a little interesting.

"Teacher, can you promise not to cast spells?" I said, "I don't have the confidence to accept the trick under such circumstances."

Rachel snorted, as if mocking me for being a low-level animal.

"If I accidentally die, you will be in trouble." I persuaded, "Even if I don't die, if I am too scared to recover, don't you have to find someone again?"

"You too," Rachel said, warning, "Don't play tricks."

"What about Grease?" I said, "Is this going to work?"

A brief moment of confusion flashed across his face, as if he was wondering why he should use the spell that makes the ground slippery to slow down the enemy in this situation.After a while, Rachel came to his senses, and he nodded stiffly.

I started to undress him.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Uh, hello?" I said uncertainly.

"It's just an ordinary robe." He looked at me defensively, as if I was taking off his clothes with ulterior motives. "Just take off the pants."

"Normal people take off their clothes during sex," I said.

"And we're not ordinary people," he said.

"But I like to do it naked, it helps my level." I said, before he could say anything, continued: "Master, why did you choose me? Because you trust me..."

His sneer was already in place, and he was about to blurt out a cruel sarcasm.

"...That's impossible." I quickly continued, "You chose me because we have a contract, and I have rich experience and good skills."

It's more because he wants to upset me, but for the sake of safety, it's better not to break it for the time being.

Rachel snorted, and reluctantly accepted the argument.

"How should technology be manifested? You have to give me room to play." I argued, "If you just take off your pants and fuck hard, it will be the same for anyone else. It doesn't make sense for you to choose me, right? In that case, I Binding you back with an orc with the lowest magic resistance is also an effect. The main performance of the technology between the beds is..."

Rechel jerked her upper body up, and I jumped out of bed with a whoosh, ready to defend.He didn't attack me, he just tore off his robe and threw it on the ground.

"Okay?" he asked irritably.

"Okay." I said obediently.

I started to undress myself.

Rachel looked like he was about to swear, but he took a deep breath and held it back.He watched me take off my coat, belt, and socks slowly, from head to toe, and folded them at the foot of the bed.When I crawled out of bed to pick up his robe and began to fold it, Rachel seemed a step away from jumping up and strangling me.But when I came back and covered him, his impatience turned into something else.

Rachel was completely still.

Now that we are honest with each other, he is motionless under me, like an animal covered in the shadow of a natural enemy.His face remained unchanged, expressionless, like an impregnable fortress.But Rachel's eyes were another matter.

A few hours ago I was leaning on the back of the couch, looking at Rachel from a few steps away, watching how he stared straight at me from within the whore's arms.At that time, I felt that I was too close, but now I realize that I was really far away from him at that time.Only now, face to face, can you see the veins in those red eyes, see the projection of your face in his eyes, see the dark pair of dark irises in the light irises that are as clear as pigeon blood jewels. How the pupils suddenly contracted.

When my hand fell on Rachel's bare waist, he was still looking at me, but just started blinking.

Excluding the magic power of the succubus, Rachel is actually not sexy.

His skin was too pale, like bones under the moonlight.There was always a deep shadow under his eyes, like the long night that lingered in the far north.His lips were not pink enough, lacked blood, but showed a sickly purple, which, like his nails, was the result of years of association with black magic.His body was not strong, so thin that he could see the outline of some bones, and his slender hands (the hands of a mage who could destroy the world) looked like they could be broken with a little effort.He has a yin-like beauty, like a poisonous weed growing on the back of the sun, which is more suitable to appear on the portrait of the last royal family, rather than lying warm and alive on your bed.

I could name a hundred reasons why Rachel would be the worst bedmate ever.I could make up a thousand ballads about how dull Rachel the Dark Wizard is, how evil, how terrifying, a rut troll would freak out at the sight of him.So I'm speechless about the situation, and I can't explain to anyone why I'm as hard as a rock in a situation that's not sensational or sexy.