After the teacher becomes a succubus

For a full 15 minutes, Rachel explained the power distribution and strength comparison of the Hell Civil War in an unquestionable tone, explaining that the Lust Lord is the best choice.So I'm sure he's pissed off about the situation, otherwise he wouldn't have explained a word to me, just put on a "I don't have to explain to stupid mortals" face.

Succubus, my former mentor Rachel.

The above two words from all over the world are quite scary when put in one sentence, let alone draw an equal sign in the middle.

When I was just kidnapped from the street by Rachel, he didn't give me anything to eat for three whole days.It wasn’t until I was rescued from starvation that I realized that he didn’t mean to make things difficult for me, but just forgot that “half-elf cubs actually need to eat”—do human cubs need to eat too?What kind of psychosis forgets that people need to eat? !It wasn't until we got along for a long time that I realized that this forgetting was justifiable: Rachel didn't eat by himself, but he raised apprentices in the tower like potatoes, with golems taking care of them, and he didn't care whether they ate, drank or died on weekdays is live.

All Rachel's time is busy studying magic, seeking knowledge, robbing dragons, kicking adventurers' butts... such great careers, he is so busy that he hates all necessary physical activities and regards them as waste time.If it weren't for some spells that can only be used by the living, he must have abandoned his body long ago and switched to become a lich.

Naturally, the succubus, No. 10 in the "Top 1 Most Popular Summons for Mage", never showed up in Rachel's Mage Tower.He laughed so much at the mages who summoned the succubus to warm the bed that I used to wonder in my adolescence if my old teacher was a virgin.

just now……

Succubus Rachel.

"What's wrong?" Rachel looked at me suspiciously.

"I don't have enough clothes." I explained the shiver just now, "It's cold on the ground, can I get up first?"

Rachel was walking around. During his explanation, he didn't think about untying the binding spell on me at all, as if he had forgotten that he had put another set of spell dog chains on me.Hearing that he glanced down at me, I showed my most attractive smile, Rachel's frown relaxed a little, and she patted my cheek with the tip of her boot.

"It's like replaying yesterday, huh?" he said with a half-smile.

It needs to be clarified here. The apprentice of the Dark Lord Rachel does not need to lie on the ground when giving him a report, let alone kiss his boots. These are all products of the rich imagination of adventurers. They are fake and all rumors , I would like to solemnly refute the rumors as one of the parties involved.But Rachel does have a very villainous hobby, which is to stand on a high place and look down at other people's foreheads, enjoying the pleasure of being high (literally).He has a suspended chair, which moves from one meter to 100 meters from the floor all the year round, exercising the spine of the apprentices who work at their desks all the year round, which is really well-intentioned.

So my mentor apparently hadn't forgotten that I was still on the floor, he was just functioning normally, playing a shitty control freak, which was Rachel herself.Wow, I almost forgot about this after being apart for so long.I looked up at him as hard as I used to, thinking he must have something in common with whip-wielding toll ladies.

In the past, when I was squeezed to death by my mentor, I would do this kind of thing.Picture him in my head as a funny clown, a strutting cat, or whatever, just for fun, at least most of the time.To some extent, Rachel is quite kind among the black-robed mages. He basically does not read the minds of apprentices (unless an apprentice is too stupid to express what he sees), and welcomes all betrayals and conspiracies. And make losers public as teaching examples.So all my fantasies are safe in my head, and they are still alive and fresh with each passing day.

Yes, I also imagined the succubus.

When the brain supplement came here, I suddenly realized that my mentor is now a succubus.

My brain received a second shock, and this time I finally really connected the succubus with Rachel.On the one hand, my past imagination has provided me with too many pictures that do not exist. On the other hand, when the assumptions come true, your panic will not be reduced even a little bit because of the assumptions.It's one thing to imagine your teacher wearing fishnet stockings, it's quite another to actually see a pair of high heels (and bloody red) under a black robe, enough to give the faint of heart a heart attack.For a moment, my nimble tongue was tied up, and the delicate counterattack spun around on the tongue, and slipped into the throat again with a grunt, without a trace.

Rachel stared at me for a while, seeming to be puzzled by my speechlessness.He snorted coldly, and the gloomy smile quickly slipped off his face, not sure if it was because he was satisfied or bored.

The shackles were undone, and I quickly got up.Rachel said, "We're leaving tonight."

He said this in an unquestionable tone, undoubtedly another order, not prepared to accept "why" and "where to".Rachel seemed to have quickly regained his sense of being my mentor in such a short period of time, as if I had never left, and he had never hunted me down because of it.

And I, although the humble answer was on my lips, stopped the car in time to remember that I was no longer an apprentice who had to obey.

"I'm afraid not," I said. "I've got to make some preparations."

"Then do it now," Rachel said.

"The time is not right." I said sincerely, pointing to the dark sky outside the window.

Rachel frowned and nodded reluctantly.

I watched him, waiting for him to open the door or disappear, and he ignored my expectant gaze.Rachel went straight to my single bed and shook the messy quilt in disgust.He took off his hooded robe, hung it on the coat rack next to him, kicked off his shoes, and got under the quilt, all in one go.

"Teacher?" I asked.

He lay with his back to me and ignored me.

"Master——?" After 5 minutes, I said in a lower volume.

He was motionless, his body undulating evenly under the quilt, as if he had fallen asleep.Rachel is a mage who falls asleep very quickly, and his sleep mechanism is as efficient as myself, so I...

"You can try it," he stated.

I retracted my hand in desperation, and put away the teleportation scroll in the palm of my hand.It's meaningless to think about it carefully, the soul binding cannot be lifted, so what's the use of running away?

I looked around the small room. After the bed was occupied, the only place I could lie was the cold, hard floor. I just had involuntary intimate contact with it, and I don't want to do it again tonight.I'd love to go out and ask my kind boss for a floor bunk, but it wouldn't be worth it if Rachel cast a curse on me because of my nervousness.

I sighed and sat down on the only chair in the room.

This position is just facing Rachel's back, which is very good, saving me from moving the chair.I lay down on the table next to me boredly, staring at my bed, thinking of the night watch in the past.At that time, my eyes always avoided the place where the teacher lay down, and I only looked at it with a quick glance, which was as exciting as peeping.Rachel's eyes are always very keen on others, you don't know when he will suddenly open his eyes.

Now I can watch it blatantly. It would be better if he can't sleep if I watch him. We hurt each other, and neither of us can sleep well.My former mentor used the soul binding spell on me, so I don't think it will do anything to me because of such a small problem.I dragged my cheeks and stared at the gray hair, which was the only thing about Rachel's age.

A succubus took off his robe and lay on my bed, and I actually sat on the seat one meter away until dawn; the mentor who cultivated me with one hand and tried to destroy me came uninvited one night and snatched me away The bed... I don't know which of the two is more surreal.Countless thoughts were churning in my mind, and I didn't feel sleepy all night.Rachel, on the other hand, fell asleep (or so it seemed) and slept through the night, as if she hadn't rested in a long time.

The next day, I made preparations before leaving.

I said goodbye to everyone in the hotel, treated the early risers to a round of drinks, and sent the repaired toys to little Mary.Two days ago, I promised to repair the puppet for the boss's daughter. I planned to beautify it, but unfortunately, I had to return it as it was.Little Mary thanked me for my efforts in a childlike voice, leaving a wet kiss on my cheek.Then several waitresses rushed to leave bright red lip marks on other places, wishing me good luck.

The troubadour Heyman sang a song amid booing, danced with the proprietress, and left here in the farewell of everyone.The fellow traveler, Rachel, stood in the shadows ten meters away, and had been waiting for tens of minutes. He folded his arms and tapped his elbow fingers, indicating that he was about to run out of patience.When I walked over, he suddenly raised his head, and said incredulously, "Is this the preparation you said?"

He probably couldn't understand how I dared to bargain with him for such a trivial matter.

"If I suddenly disappeared, whoever found out would probably report it to the Templars," I babbled seriously. "Those nougats are annoying."

"Countless stupid travelers go missing every day!" he hissed, almost laughing at my careless explanation.

"But I'm definitely one of the most popular and handsome among them." I held my head up proudly and opened my hands to him, "You think so?"

There was a dangerous light in his eyes, and my back to scalp tensed up, out of intuition and some kind of long-standing conditioned reflex.For a moment I wondered if I had been testing too much, we had been apart for too long, and I wasn't really sure how much he would tolerate me.The first syllable of the protection spell is on the tip of the tongue, if the enemy does not move, I will not move, and when the enemy moves, I will move.

After a few seconds long enough to be tormented, Rachel turned her head, strode forward, and gave a cold order: "Wipe that stupid face of yours."

"Of course!" I smiled and wiped my face with my sleeve, my heart was beating wildly, knowing that I had won.

Soul binding is a one-to-one spell, I can't escape it, and neither can he.If my former mentor was so cornered that he needed my help, I'd probably have more leverage than I thought.

I couldn't get out of this damn mess, but at least I was able to have some fun with myself in the process.