After the teacher becomes a succubus

The next morning, I woke up from the cold.

It's not the level of freezing up that "the lover who slept with me last night swept away my quilt", but the level of "waking up to find myself struggling in the Arctic ice cave".I opened my eyes at once, only to see that I was frozen in a huge lump of ice, fused with the frozen bed, with only one head sticking out.

Rachel stood by the bed and got dressed, looking unhappy.

Oh, he found out.

"Good morning, teacher!" I greeted him warmly and cheerfully, "Are you hungry? Have you eaten? Do you want some more if you're not full?"

My teeth began to chatter. This ice lump is by no means an ordinary ice layer, and the temperature is quite amazing.Rachel stood a few steps away and looked at me blankly for a while, then walked over amidst the sound of my knocking and knocking, lowered her head, and kissed me.

This time it was miraculously not "sucking". Rachel kissed me tenderly and meticulously, and her kissing skills improved dramatically. It took me a while to realize that he had perfectly copied my movements from yesterday, from the tip of her tongue touching the palate to One nibble, perfect copy of steps and timing, true to Rachel.Ah, a good day starts with a good morning kiss, a good start for every prodigal.Even in the middle of the ice, I felt a lift.

Then a sting.

If you've ever tried to get an erection while being frozen, you'll understand the unspeakable pain in your balls.My expression contorted, and Rachel, who had been watching me throughout the kiss, caught it immediately.He let go, took a step back, and smiled at me with his white teeth.

"Enjoy your vacation," he said kindly.

Under Rachel's flicking fingers, the ice continued to grow upwards, freezing my mouth with lightning speed.

How to control a mage?The forbidden magic field is the best choice, artificially constructing a dead magic zone can solve most of the troubles.However, in this world full of magic, if you want to create a dead area that eliminates magic factors, it is like maintaining a bubble at the bottom of the water. It requires the right time, place and people.The man-made death zone is not only expensive to operate, but also very hostile: except for the casters, all magic-sensitive people and beings with the blood of magical creatures will all be unaccustomed to the environment, maladaptive, and even weakened to death in severe cases.

Physical means are still the most common way to deal with it. The mage's tongue can change the world, so the mage's muzzle came into being; the mage's fingers pluck the world, so the fully enclosed mage handcuffs are very popular.A mage who can't speak or move is basically gentle and harmless. If you are still worried, search your body, change your clothes, and take away anything that may store emergency instant spells.

My mentor, has frozen me naked, from feet to mouth, in a lump of magic ice that won't melt.

Or how to say that the mage is the most ruthless to the mage.

I don't really want to explain how I escaped in the end, exclusive secret, no comment.All in all, it was a miserable process full of cold and egg pain.By the time I freed myself from the mass of ice, the sun had gone from sunrise to sunset outside, and I was hungry and sneezing, dressing myself shivering, mourning today's wasted vacation.

I skipped one meal for Rachel, and he skipped two meals for me, it's really fussy.

I sniffed my nose and walked out of the room, ready to take a hot bath and see what was delicious.But as soon as I left the room, I realized something was wrong.

The protection spell to the west is triggered, and a guest enters the hermit's hut.

I flashed downstairs in seconds fully armed and fully dressed.My perception extends to every corner along the "line" arranged in the hermit's hut. The shape, sound, breath, and energy are captured and gathered in my brain, like tremors on a spider web rushing to the spider in the center.In just a moment, I found the trace of the unexpected guest.

Two men, a clergyman of a good god, and a better-hidden, rogue?Their traces are too obvious, there must be no mage to help, probably some disposable props were used to tear the defense.The two went straight to the basement, paying more attention to speed than hiding. They seemed to have a clear goal and knew exactly what they were going to do.

Such a combination is definitely not for adventurers who try their luck, or thieves who want to steal.

I had a rough guess, so I stopped and felt that I was not in a hurry.It's useless to be anxious, the earliest traces appeared half an hour ago, according to Rachel's efficiency, the dust has probably settled after half an hour, it doesn't matter if I go or not.I stood at the foot of the stairs in the basement, thought about it, and took a step forward.

Turning a corner, I saw one of the guests.On the floor outside Rachel's laboratory, there was a blood-stained girl lying on her stomach. She was clutching her huge wound in vain. There were several meters of blood behind her, and she seemed to want to crawl forward.

I knelt down beside the dying girl and asked, "Can you help me, miss?"

She turned her head tremblingly, her eyes lit up.

I thought she was in her twenties, but when she raised her face to me, I realized that the girl was probably underage, about sixteen or seventeen, and her childish face was full of tears.That dress belonged to the priest of the God of Healing, one of the most popular members of the adventurer team, she could be considered an excellent talent to become an official priest so quickly, it's a pity.

The bloody hand of the pastor girl tremblingly grabbed the corner of my clothes and tugged hard, like grabbing a life-saving straw.She didn't ask me to save her, but instead kept pointing towards the half-open door of the laboratory.

"Edward, it's still inside..." The pastor's lips trembled violently, trying to squeeze out a few words, "Help...! Please help..."

I could tell two things from her eyes, one, she must be deeply in love with that Edward over the door; two, the young cleric must have never been on a battlefield.

She may have been living in the temple, devoting herself to praying and studying every day, growing from an honor to an official priest, living a fulfilling and simple life.This was definitely her first adventure, at least the first time she faced other intelligent creatures instead of low-level monsters, so she naively believed that humanoid creatures other than the target were good-hearted people who could ask for help.

The world doesn't work that way.

Countless adventurers come and go every day, life is like fireworks, death is like dust—this is still a good situation, most people's life and death are like dust.This world is wonderful and cruel, and all adventurers know that those who appear in battle suddenly and silently cannot be trusted, and those who are close to the dying, except for those templar knights and good priests who abide by the precepts, are mostly prepared. By the way, the best of intentions will only provide end-of-life care.The priest in front of him didn't seem to realize how suspicious a person who was leisurely asking her if she wanted to help outside the devil's lair was so suspicious.Or maybe she just lost too much blood and couldn't think about it.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." I had to explain to her, "Miss, you have a hole in the back of your lung, and the next time - about ten or twenty minutes - will be very painful, Do you want me to provide a quick and painless death? I will also sing the lamentation of the god of healing, if you need it."

She stared at me blankly, as if she couldn't understand.After a while, Miss Pastor struggled again.

"There!" She pointed at the door excitedly, "That's...the evil dark wizard! Must, must be eliminated... Phew...the unforgivable evil spirit!"

If her lungs were still intact, the young priest would probably give me an impassioned speech about the heinousness of the Dark wizard they were hunting, and the dire consequences of keeping him alive.Now there are only broken words left in the long speech, and the heavy breathing hurts to hear. I couldn't bear it, so I covered her mouth.

"I know, I know, you are looking for Rachel." I said softly, and the pastor nodded vigorously, "So do you need my help?"

It took her half a beat to understand what I meant.

Miss Pastor looked in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe how anyone could remain indifferent even knowing who it was.Then her face flushed, as if she had returned to the light, and she shook my hand away forcefully.

"You... are you in the same group?!" she said angrily.

We are not in the same group, we are only connected to each other for the time being, out of consideration for my life, I cannot get rid of Rachel.However, this kind of thing is too complicated to explain. For the sake of understanding, I said: "It's sort of."

The light of hope in her eyes was extinguished, and fear, pain, and anger returned to flood those young eyes.She started weeping again, so hard that I cast a numbness spell on her anyway.

"How did this happen?" Miss Pastor said weakly, "You...you can sing hymns, so you are not from the evil camp, why?"

"Yeah, why." I echoed.

"He's such a bad devil, so evil..." She said, becoming angry again, "Help this kind of person! You'll go to hell! You'll be betrayed by him! You, you're not going to end well..."

Miss Pastor's voice was crying, but her eyes were not focused. Death was very close, and she herself realized it.The fear and reluctance of approaching death made the kind priest utter evil words, but among so many curses I have heard, this level of evil words is as weak as a child's words.

"May you return under the wings of the God of Healing, and there will be no disability or sickness in the kingdom of the Lord..." I began to hum a mourning song.

Miss Vicar's eyes were wide open, and she was dead.