After the teacher becomes a succubus

For a long time after it was over, Rachel lay on top of me.The heat spell in the bathroom was starting to fail, the tiles were starting to get cold, but I couldn't bear to get up.Rachel has me as her meat pad, oblivious to the change in temperature.

"It's more comfortable now," he murmured.

I didn't want to speak, fearing that the shock in my chest would soon wake him up from this dazed post-event state, so I just lowered my head and said "Huh?" with my nose.

"The mood gradually calmed down, the thinking ability recovered, and there was a sense of peace close to a light sleep state." Rechel said, raising her head from me, still looking satiated and at ease in the aftermath of sex, "Both body and mind are relaxed, Temporarily unable to feel other discomforts, aggressiveness and vigilance will be weakened, but it is not a big problem for ordinary people in a non-combat state—is it because of this that ordinary people are addicted to sexual intercourse?"

"Afterwards is just part of the enjoyment. This thing itself is quite fascinating. Didn't you feel it just now?" I laughed, "Enjoy the process, my dear."

Rachel glanced at me, but didn't comment on my frivolous address.My mentor looked amazingly relaxed, as if sitting in that chair in the mage's tower, idly turning the pages and thinking about his nefarious plans.After a while, he said, "It's too dangerous."

"Dangerous?" I showed an exaggerated surprised expression.

"Normally I wouldn't talk to you about such nonsense." Rachel said, grabbing my hand that had been stroking his thigh for a while, "I won't continue to sit here and waste time. Succubus The pleasure must be stronger than that of ordinary humans, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to live normally at all.”

"If you only had the willpower of an ordinary person, would you hang out with me all day?" I quickly grasped the point.

"I should have tried this before." Rechel ignored me, he said to himself, looking a little regretful, "I need to have this experience before transforming into a succubus, now there is no control group, it is impossible to judge .”

"You mean sexual experience?" I said, daring to pinch his ass with the other hand. "Masturbate with the back?"

"No, I'm talking about you【】." Rachel brushed off my hand and stood up, "You have entered sexual maturity at the age of 20, even if the signs are slightly different from now, you can use aging agents can also be resolved."

Rachel straightened his black robe, frowning at the liquid on the hem of the robe.He cast a cleansing spell on his robes and himself, and pushed open the half-closed bathroom door, ready to go outside.

I said, "Why me?"

He looked back at me, and I was lying on the ground stretched out, turning my head to look at him.

"Why me? You have so many apprentices." I said, winking at him, "Because I have good skills? Then you will be disappointed. Practice makes perfect. Skills are all developed. The 20-year-old me is the same as now. Compare……"

"Because you don't need to use the charm technique." Rachel looked at me with a half-smile, "There are so many apprentices, you are the only one who has gone crazy."

Oh.

My tongue seemed suddenly stolen.

"You want to fuck me, Hyman," Rachel said flatly.

He wasn't smugly declaring victory, he was just stating a thing, like at some point in the past, he had caught my other smart tricks.That Rachel has come back, or that shrewd and calm Rachel has never "gone". He is a rookie in one area, but it does not mean that he will be confused in other areas; he fell into a brief confusion in sex, It does not mean that his IQ will decline at other times.What is the difference between me and those idiots who sleep everywhere and think they are superior to each other?

There are many reasons that can be used, I can complain that Rachel's mage tower is dark, one or two of my colleagues who love black magic are grotesque, congenitally deficient, and the day after tomorrow is sad. Among the crooked melons, we are the only ones who stand out from the crowd, and I still If you are not narcissistic enough to masturbate in front of the mirror, who can adolescent children react to?I could claim to have fledgling, or Electra, or masochism, or adolescent homosexuality—yes, I'm not gay now, I'm pansexual.I can also switch concepts, confuse time, and say yes yes of course I want to fuck, haven't we fucked a few times already?I can point out his ignorance of sexuality and can say...

Thinking about it carefully, I don't have a reason to refute.Who hasn't been stupid in his youth?Rachel, who was obsessed with me, just mentioned it casually and didn't care.

But I feel...naked for it.

It's not the first time I've been naked in front of Rachel, from when he was stripped naked in his early teens and thrown into the bathtub (I'm too dirty for a cleansing spell to completely fix the problem), to this moment, just eaten by him Suddenly, lying naked on the bathroom floor.But at the moment I feel utterly naked, exposed, with nowhere to hide, as if I've been peeled all the way to the guts, "Hyman," Rachel once said to me, "you're like a book to me. open book."

When Rachel says he can do it, you better believe him.

I felt a rush of heat from my chest to my head, making me scald from the neck to the roots of my ears, because the previous arrogance and negligence and complacency, because the gazes and secret desires that I thought I had hidden from the sky when I was young were all hidden in the end. The peeping object has a panoramic view.Rachel knew it all the time, he watched it coldly... It felt like being caught by parents for reading pornographic books in adolescence, like a diary being circulated publicly.I feel small again, small, not small enough to indent into the tile gaps.

"Yes." I had to admit dryly, "Yes, I want to fuck you."

Rachel didn't say anything, he went out.

That night I had a dream again, and I don't remember much of the content of the dream, only a certain scary scene.I dreamed that I was still young, probably in a certain year when I was hungry, so thin that I could be stuffed into Rachel's arms.My mentor hugged me, patting my back, stroking the nape of my neck with his long fingers, and tracing the bones of my neck with his nails—sharp enough to pierce the flesh and pick out the spine.He was whispering, like humming some out-of-key song, and he said in my ear: "Hyman, Hyman, you are mine."

Rachel in the dream held me so tightly, his black robe wrapped around me, like a mother holding a baby in swaddling, like a spider holding its prey tangled in its webs.When I woke up, my stomach was cold and I felt a little nauseous, but my crotch was soaked, as if I had had a dream.

It's all my fault that I thought of an excuse for a love affair with my father and mother, this dream is really unhealthy enough.

However, when you apprentice to a dark wizard, you can basically say goodbye to a healthy life.

The problem of emergency measures for casting spells has been temporarily resolved, and Rachel's experiment has entered the next stage, requiring more and more experimental subjects.I went to the Adventurer's Guild not far from here to pick up the orders, arrested all the wanted criminals, and sent them to Rachel's experiment bench.He laughed at me for wasting time being a good person, and I complained that he didn't leave a complete and clear body after the experiment. If those heads can be returned to me as they are, my bounty hunter's alias will definitely rise up on the employment list and earn a lot of money Bowl full.

"It's only one hundred gold coins on average." Rechel said disdainfully, "You still need such a little money?"

I was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say about Rachel's view on money.

Yes, one hundred gold coins can't buy a decent magic ball, but it can let a little nobleman live a relaxed life for a year, and make a bachelor troubadour happy for half of his life, oh, although it is half of human life.I explained to Rachel how expensive it is to be a bounty hunter, or a free bounty hunter who can't take the bounty to collect the bounty after fighting with the prey for [-] rounds.I said that every copper I had was hard-won, implying that he should give me some allowance for my hard work.

When I said this, Rachel looked at me strangely, and I could read his subtext: You are so short of money, why don't you steal it? ——not sarcastic, he just thought so.

"I'm a law-abiding citizen now!" I said, anyway, he could tell at a glance that the subject I captured was not a good person, and even laughed at me once, so I simply said it frankly.

"Follow the law and be a good citizen." Rachel repeated, the tone of disgust was like an ordinary person saying "sneaky little thief".

"So do you give subsidies?" I said bluntly.

"Just wait." Rachel continued to bury her head in the file without raising her head, "Your dedication will be rewarded."

The latter sentence is completely an official statement. Both the priest of the evil god and the black-robed mage often say this to the believers and apprentices, but I can hear a little playfulness from it, and it makes me wonder to myself what he wants to reward.

Rachel rewarded a deceiver with a dream that he could not survive, he rewarded a traitor with the head of his whole family, and he also gave an apprentice who lost everything and made a big deal never forget—that poor man will never forget him. Any picture he has seen, any sound he has heard, and before he advanced enough to break the spell, he committed suicide because he couldn't bear the terrible amount of information.For several days, I was a little bit on tenterhooks, for fear of getting his unexpected gift.

It was safe and sound for several days, and when I came back with the wanted criminal next time, Rachel still didn't respond, I pretended he had forgotten about it, and breathed a sigh of relief.In fact, it is completely natural for apprentices to prepare "experimental materials" for mentors among black-robed mages. It is already very kind to not directly use apprentices as materials.If he continues to take me as an apprentice, it's only natural that he doesn't take this part of the labor as employment.It's not that I'm really poor. If I don't have any money, I can still rob the rich and help the poor.

After that, Rachel and I "had a meal", and he didn't leave after the matter was over, and took out a heavy bag.

"You'll be rewarded for your service," he said with that measured grace. "Well done."

With a flick of his wrist, Rachel threw the bag on the bedside, and the coins inside made a crisp sound.After he left, I counted it with magic. There was a folding space inside, and a small bag contained six hundred gold coins.

I brought him more than six wanted criminals, and the number "six" is the number of times he has slept with me so far.The meaning of this is very clear: grabbing experimental materials is not money, but feeding them is money.I was laughing in bed, thinking to myself, my advisor has a pretty nasty sense of humor.