After the teacher becomes a succubus

After the incident, Rachel's trembling continued for several minutes.

Some kind of magical circuit is distributed in the succubus body, and this circuit rotates the absorbed energy in the body, and the cycle repeats.My mentor is a semi-succubus in the process of transformation. The newly constructed circuit is wrapped around the blood vessels. If you look at him with the magician's vision, you can see the magic wave spreading from his abdominal cavity and flowing along the blood vessels to every corner of the body. , like a sinuously growing enchanting vine.

A vampire who just finished eating might look like this. Rachel's pale skin became rosy to the naked eye, and the warm color full of vitality spread all the way to his fingertips, even making the blue nails glow with healthy blood for a while. .I couldn't help but hold Rachel's hands, they were so warm.When Rachel was a human mage, he had never been so ordinary.

As ludicrous as it sounds, my mentor, with a pair of newly minted horns and a devil's curse on his way to becoming a real succubus, is more alive than ever.

After a moment Rachel withdrew his hand from mine, stood up, and cast a Cleansing Charm on herself.Lust was fading away from him quickly, but there was still a bit of satisfaction on his face.Rachel nodded to me in satisfaction and said, "Good job."

Then he stood up, picked up the robe, put it on, and strode out, looking in that direction, he was going to the underground laboratory.

Many years ago, Rachel watched me make the exact same spell-casting gesture, and he said "good job".In the mage's tower, Rachel witnessed me fulfilling various strict requirements that he had arranged, and he said "well done".Now we have just turned up and down in the same bed, sweating profusely and emptied our minds. Afterwards, he nodded objectively and said "well done", and he was only short of giving me a score or a detailed review.He can't comment on it, because he has no reference items, and he is a rookie in this matter.

I started laughing uncontrollably.

This sense of perversion is so funny, my magic teacher just tested me on the bed, he was messed up, and he tried to use this kind of teacher's routine behavior to regain his control—no, no, no, I can't think too bad of him, Rachel may really just be relieved and habitually start his daily mode.Reminiscing about Rachel's panic-stricken face in the orgasm, and the light-footed look after regaining self-control and a full stomach, I laughed so hard that I was about to slap the mattress.

I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it against my head to keep my manic laughter from being too loud.

I thought of the children who got the injections again. They timidly came under the needles, finished the injections crying, and then ran out with a sigh of relief, cheering and dancing, as if the world had become a better place.And I, as a doctor who knew they still had a lot of needles to go, laughed wildly sympathetically.

Poor Rachel, the days ahead are long.

Tonight is really a busy night, with ups and downs in the plot, exciting enough and exhausting enough.I'm not a workaholic like Rachel, and I fell asleep quickly in the following time.

I had a dream this night.

In the dream, I was still a mage apprentice, living in Rachel's mage tower.He called me to the top of the mage's tower and asked me to copy the scroll.

The top floor of the mage's tower is Rachel's laboratory, library and residence, yes, he stays there all the time, doesn't even have a bed, just sleeps on his suspended chair.There are no compartments in this vast space, only dangerous items are separated by spells.The entire area on the top of the tower is unimpeded, from the floor to the zenith, it is more than [-] meters.

I have seen images of the Temple of the Sun God, and I have also sneaked into the fortune-teller's astrology pavilion. Those huge buildings are magnificent and beautiful, but none of them can compare with Rachel's mage tower.It's a miracle of magic, a mage's heaven or hell - depending on how smart you are, and how the tower's owner thinks of you.Countless collections of books record unpredictable knowledge, self-made or looted strange things quietly float on the high platform, and the surrounding vast space simulates the astral world to a certain extent, and the higher the level, the higher the degree of realism , there is even a real astral gate on the top.

The astral world is a world outside the world, located in the gap between the planes, it is endless, and contains a lot of terrifying information, professionals below the legend will immediately go crazy when they look at it.But on the other hand, the simulated astral world that has been diluted and weakened countless times is the training ground that spellcasters dream of. It is like a monk exercising under a waterfall. Moderate contact with the simulated astral world can slowly broaden the sea of ​​knowledge of mage apprentices.

The largest gathering place of academic mages in the entire continent, the neutral camp of the White Tower Academy, once tried to create this kind of pseudo-astral school, but finally they gave up.The astral world is undergoing numerous changes all the time, and the simulated astral world is also quite unstable, and there may be "pseudo-star tides": the degree of realism suddenly increases, driving people in it crazy.In order to ensure the safety of the trainees, the only way is to add individual protection to them all, which is very expensive.Generally speaking, only direct disciples of the archmage can enjoy this treatment.

I mean, mages who are good-aligned.Those mages pay great attention to the quality of apprentices, they only accept a few, and the investment in individual apprentices is also high, unlike my master, who raises apprentices like raising Gu.Rachel opened up this false astral world just to protect the property on the top of the tower. As for the training of apprentices, that was by the way.

Any apprentice whose ability has reached a certain level may be summoned by the tower spirit, and the crow-shaped construct will call them to the top floor, where they will listen to Rachel's instructions or orders, and almost everyone will feel uneasy about this.Going to the top floor is a gamble. You may make a lot of money, or you may be out in an instant and lose everything. It all depends on the odds and Rachel's mood.For this reason, the apprentices in the tower secretly call the bird of the tower spirit or the crow of death, it all depends on your luck.

In the first seven years since I entered the tower, I have personally seen a few people who were unlucky and encountered pseudo star tides. These crazy apprentices were used as waste and turned into experimental materials.I clicked my tongue at this, but wasn't particularly nervous.At that time, I always had a self-confidence for no reason, thinking that I would be the luckiest one.

I can't blame me for this, if you live on the street one out of ten and live to die prematurely (yes, it's not considered a premature death for a street child to die at 11), and you are accepted as an apprentice by a legendary mage, and Growing up safely under the hands of this black wizard, and surviving trials after trials, you probably feel that you are lucky, that you are the protagonist of the novel who took the card of avoiding death.

Rachel likes me very much, and calls me the most frequently in the entire tower, and most of the time, he just asks me to go up and copy the scrolls.Every time I returned safely, my self-confidence increased, and I felt that I must be the darling of the goddess of luck.That day was also the same, I followed my Annunciation Bird under the envious and jealous eyes of my classmates, walked into the top of the tower, and spread it out under the sign of Rachel (you don’t want to know what it is made of) Leather scroll.

That day coincided with Rachel's rare rest time, he didn't leave or busy with anything, he just leaned on the chair.Ten minutes after I started transcribing, Rachel fell asleep with her eyes closed.My eyes secretly and quickly passed over the chair in mid-air, and looked at the half-written scroll again, pretending that I had never been distracted.

My copying speed was one-third slower than usual, and I had calculated Rachel's sleep time and the time needed to copy the scroll. Slowing down a bit doesn't hurt, as long as it's done before he wakes up.In this way, I can stay at the top of the tower for a while longer, enjoy the benefits of the simulated astral world for a while, and enjoy the tranquility here for a while longer.

If I told people I found the space at the top of the tower the most peaceful place, they'd think I was crazy, or that Rachel had put some mind-altering spell on me, but it wasn't.I like the top of the tower from the bottom of my heart. There are no sneak attacks from other apprentices here, and no troubles caused by wandering creatures in the tower. Rachel is the lion on the top of the mountain. Where he is, wild dogs and vultures can't stand. forward.In the dragon's lair, you only need to worry about the dragon itself, and that dragon, he likes me.

I fear Rachel, like the other apprentices, and those who don't learn to fear don't live long.Besides, I like him a lot, unlike other apprentices.I know that many of them see the opportunity to leave the tower as a rare escape, and I see it as a journey.I love being part of the adventures, the challenges, and coming back to the top of the tower to tell Rachel I'm done. "Good job." Rachel nodded to me, and I knew I was home.

At that time, I thought that the end of every trip was to go home.

I copied slowly, occasionally glancing carefully at Rachel.He was sitting on the high platform, and he also looked unhappy when he was sleeping. He looked like a great devil who was sealed somewhere.I was writing the story of "The Chair Demon King Who Has Sleeped for Hundred Years" in my mind, and when I was about to finish copying, I saw that wave.

The place near the top of the tower should have a low level of fidelity, like the air close to the ground, but at this moment the surrounding light-colored background suddenly jumped and suddenly became very deep.I had a strange illusion, as if I was falling into the deep sea.

I realized that I had encountered a pseudo-star tide.

It was a very long moment, a deeper fear than death, a desperate realization that there was nothing I could do, and those crazy faces flashed in my mind.My hair stood on end, my hands and feet were cold, and my stomach was gripped by huge cold hands. It felt like I was watching myself fall into the abyss.I just stood there stiffly, until the next second, a flash of light exploded on me.

A shield was ejected from between my eyebrows, protecting me in the middle, burning blazingly, and the dazzling flames completely blocked the fluctuations of the pseudo-astral world from the outside.It only took a second or two—one or two seconds of false star tides are enough to destroy a mage apprentice—after two seconds, everything dissipated, and I was still in shock. I couldn’t figure out what was going on with the shield and when it was fixed On me, who is...

I react.

With a little bit of thinking, who would go to great lengths to avoid my defenses, avoid the detection of the mage tower, and escape Rachel's consciousness, just to place a precious one-time protective spell on me?Only my teacher, the master of the tower, Rachel herself can.I panted and raised my head. Rachel had just opened her eyes and followed the sound.

He only glanced at me, then showed a clear look.My mentor moved his fingers, and the precious materials placed on the various platforms on the top of the tower quickly flowed to his palm, turning into a large string of complex runes.The chair lowered a little and came over my head, the rune in Rachel's hand fell down and got into my forehead again.

I'm pretty sure that material would make a king feel bad.

My advisor didn't say anything, he didn't explain, he didn't gag, like the whole thing wasn't even worth mentioning.Rachel just looked at the scroll that I drew wrongly in shock, frowned, and said, "Rewrite one."

2 minutes later, he fell asleep again.