After the teacher becomes a succubus

Rachel came in, flicked a light spell, closed the door, stood at the head of my bed, and began to undress.

He was wearing a single-layer robe for sleeping, and when the robe was lifted, there was nothing underneath.I jumped up with a whoosh, and crawled backwards all the way to the head of the bed, looking at him in horror.

"Teacher...?" I said.

"Don't be so dramatic, Hyman." Rachel snorted, with that disgusting sneer on his face again.

His tone was like a bully nobleman who took money and plundered, and said to the crying girl on the bed, "We did it all yesterday, and today you are still crying."The corners of my mouth twitched when I heard this, I put my palm on my forehead and wiped it all the way to my chin.

"Teacher," I said helplessly, "generally, before inviting each other to start a nightlife, at least say hello."

"What, do you need an appointment?" Rachel said, "I'm not 'inviting' you, so you'd better turn down other appointments."

The implication is: Otherwise, I will "for you" push it down.

Listen, listen to this vile speech.Some gangsters can't change their tone of collecting protection money until they go to bed, and my big villain teacher's habit of speaking harshly to people (and doing what he says) seems to be deeply rooted in his bone marrow.I subconsciously wanted to say, "I'll save up for you wherever I have appointments," but I had a hunch that talking dirty to Rachel would probably end up being futile, destroying the atmosphere, and even hurting my self-esteem.

"Didn't you go to bed?" I asked instead, "I thought you were sleepy."

"I can't sleep." Rachel said a little upset.

If someone else was talking, this excuse would be quite interesting.The night is long, and I don’t want to sleep. It turns out that you can’t fall asleep, so why not let us comfort each other’s loneliness and spend a good night together—the lines that can be rated as top 10 common reasons for one-night stands.However, the speaker is my mentor, so this sentence is literally.

I understand his state very well. If you force yourself to stay up late for a long time for various reasons, when you can really fall asleep, your nerves will become tense and become a habit, and you will not be able to fall asleep even if you want to sleep.You're too sleepy to think, but you can't sleep to refresh yourself, so you're just wasting time lying around in bed.This is very terrible for mages, mages need enough natural sleep to restore their mental strength, and the spell effect brought by sleep spells does not help with this.

Therefore, Rachel's staying up late is actually unreasonable.

I could read Rachel's emotions, but not his motivations.He tried to take everything into his own hands, from his apprenticeship to his bodily functions, and punished anyone who disobeyed him with stern punishment without discrimination.Rachel has an extraordinary desire to control "his" things, as if he feels that as long as he thinks, everything "his" should follow his will, even if it is impossible.

Why does the body have to sleep for so long and not do what I want? —He was angry about it.

I don't know if his refusal to sleep is punishing his disobedient "self" or an uncompromising struggle against the curse.I hope the latter, the former is too unhealthy.

Regardless of my mental activity, Rachel was already standing next to my bed, and the only reason I didn't lie down directly was because I was still stuck on the bed, taking up space, and there was no place for him to lie on his back.He glanced at me, and the meaning was clear at a glance.

Sleep how to do?I usually go to exercise, and he chooses to "eat".This kind of attitude of "idling is idle, it's better to fuck the apprentice, anyway, it's not troublesome to lie flat" is helpless, but I can expect him to be considerate.I sighed, mentally preparing for him to fall asleep halfway through.

I obediently moved out of the way, and he lay down with a puff.I squinted my eyes at the bright ball of light, reached out to dim it a bit, and Rachel turned her head and used the light technique again. Now the whole bedroom is brightly lit, and I can start to shoot video with photogrammetry.

It's better to count on Rachel to be romantic than to count on him to change his ways.

"You should say hello in advance next time." I said helplessly, "It's fine to use the light technique to make a surprise attack at night. If you come in and lift the quilt without saying anything in winter, I won't be able to work if I freeze."

"By then I'd have taken care of the goddamn drama," Rachel said.

That's right, it's early summer now, don't think so far.

I start kissing him.

For the first time in a week I kissed him seriously, for the first time he lay there peacefully allowing me to waste time.I rubbed Rachel's lips softly, inserted my fingers into the hair on the back of his head, and pinched the nape of his neck, which was always stiff.I think he needs to get a massage or something, but of course he won't listen, this guy is relying on himself not to get sick.Rachel opened her eyes, flapping her eyelashes, probably not used to people getting so close.

My lips slid down quickly, kissing his chin and neck, and at the same time stripped myself quickly to touch his body.When I raised my head from his chest, I found that Rachel was frowning tightly and was distracted, as if thinking about something.

"What are you thinking?" I said, regretting the question as soon as I asked, not wanting to hear a long and complicated subject at all.

"You kiss me differently than I kiss you," he said, as if it were a great discovery worth studying.

I thought to myself, isn't this nonsense, I have the skills and you are sucking, everyone can see the difference.Then it occurred to me that Rachel probably wouldn't mind kissing techniques, and he was probably talking about academic differences.My hands kept moving, and I joked: "Could it be better for you to absorb it when I take the initiative?"

It's like a self-evaluation of nutritional oral liquid, it's really not easy for me.

"No, but you will make the succubus' instinct more intense." Rachel explained, "You give me the illusion of increased hunger, but as long as I stay away from your interference for a few minutes, I can find that the degree of hunger is the same as the original Nothing has changed."

I mentally translated the words.

Huh?

Oh.

……Oh.

I licked my lips, feeling parched.I tried to keep myself as joking as possible, saying, "Am I making you horny?"

Rachel said, "Yes."

I know he's not flirting at all, I know he's talking business, but my lower body doesn't care about the difference.It stood up honestly, robbing the blood supply to the brain, which directly caused me to pounce on Rachel again, kiss Rachel on the lips, and burrow my fingers into him.

The fingers with the greasy technique quickly invaded, and my thumb quickly found the position where Rachel screamed last time, rubbing it, and Rachel raised her neck.He exhaled tremblingly in my mouth, his waist trembled from time to time, and finally pushed me away as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and began to gasp for breath. "You have to learn to breathe through your nose," I said, kissing the base of his ear.

I left small hickey marks on his bone china-like skin, bite by bite, as if nibbling away a delicious meal.The red marks spread from the base of the ear all the way to the lower abdomen. This time I avoided the point and only rubbed his perineum.My fingers pressed the glands in Rachel's body, my tongue lingered on the inside of his thigh, and his breathing became more and more audible.Rachel pulled my hair impatiently. It didn't hurt, but enough to show what he meant.

As I leaned over, Rachel took a quick breath and looked down.

He's still uneasy about it.

Rachel came to see me when she was sleepy, as if someone else had been drinking for courage.I never thought that the aversion to sexual intercourse would disappear just once. Psychological shadows are very complicated, and only fools think that they can cure all diseases if they have a big brain and a good job.My advisor was still on edge, although it seemed much more natural than before.He just shrank his pupils, staring closely at my approaching genitals, quite fearlessly looking at the blade.

I put my head on his, and rubbed against his forehead.I said "you relax", Rachel replied irritably "I'm doing it", his acupoints and lower abdomen contracted tensely, like a nervous cat, feeling uncomfortable just being stared at.

I held onto my cock and rubbed it around without inserting it directly.The tip of the erection brushed over Rachel's perineum, pressed against the hole, and rubbed back and forth there, spreading the precum all over.This time he didn't urge me to hurry up. I don't know if it's because I don't feel sorry for wasting the garbage time that I can't sleep, or if this matter can be postponed for a while.

The small mouth was soggy from kneading, dripping with juice under the light of the spell, and the muscles that had been dug out were much softer, unable to resist the invasion of the big guy.Rachel watched my mushroom head sinking downwards, stretching out the muscle ring little by little, pounding it in a little bit and then backing away, backing up a little bit and then coming back to penetrate deeper, like a polite but unwelcome guest, slowly submerged between his legs.

He gasped when I hit the root, looking relieved and a little surprised.Perhaps surprised that the small hole could swallow me whole, or to confirm that I had penetrated to the bottom, Rachel actually reached out her hand and quickly touched our joint.

It was really fast, the speed of a mage casting a spell.He stopped so fast, why, escape slowly, will the thing under my crotch rush out and bite him?

I think the biggest influence on my skills is Rachel himself. I don't know what unexpected move he will make in the next second that will make me rush.So fucking cute, help, why did he grow up so big to get fucked?Are all people blind?What happened to those people who met Rachel before his force value was against the sky, and his weird "physiological reactions are all scum" worldview hadn't been formed?Nobody wants to flirt with him?kiss?bed?Are they all idiots?Lady Luck must have loved me, deeply.

Three inches below my navel, there is a chaotic force brewing, as if a volcano is about to burst the crust of the earth. I really want to fuck Rachel to tears, cry my name, and be sure that I am completely inside him without touching it.I want to fuck him until he can't sit down tomorrow, and fuck him until he feels like I'm still inside him for the rest of the day.I want him to think of my hands, my tongue, how my cock feels on him whenever he sees me, I want him to blush and his legs go limp at my approaching.

And my self-control, which I'm not proud of, is trying to suck at this moment, trying to keep me from turning my fantasies into reality.I could do it, and Rachel, who had to eat, would barely put up with it, he just had more of an aversion to sex.Sexual intercourse in Lust Lord's synergy can definitely be more intense, wilder, and more brutal, which is also the reason for Rachel's psychological shadow.If I do the same thing, what difference does it make to Rachel.

A good hunter must be patient enough. I not only want to catch him, but I also want him to run into my mouth actively.

I spent a long time that night softening Rachel's stiff body like melting frozen butter.Not long after he ejaculated, he fell into a drowsy sleep, paralyzed with sweat, his legs hadn't had time to close together, and he forgot to frown, as if the power source had been pulled out suddenly.

Sure enough, as I expected, Rachel fell asleep while we were making love. I didn't find it unpleasant, just a little funny.At this time, if he came inside, he would probably be awakened by the physical reaction, so I cum on his stomach.

I ran my hands around his wet belly, and I couldn't help but feel a mischievous pleasure at the thought that he didn't really eat much.