After the teacher becomes a succubus

The life of working as an experimental assistant and ration is busy and fulfilling. In the blink of an eye, the second full moon is coming.

Even without looking at the calendar and the moon, I can feel that day approaching from Rachel.He became more and more self-absorbed, sucking up every bit of time and making me spin around.It's exhausting, but I can't complain to him—Rachel has more to do than I do, and I'm sometimes surprised how much he manages to squeeze out of a tight enough schedule. time.

It is already a miracle to be able to get rid of the curse before being completely transformed by the devil lord. It is impossible for the black wizard Rachel to come up with effective measures within a month.But every time I see him coming out of the lab, it's hard for me to open my mouth and say "have a good rest" sarcastic.

The benefits received from the devil were taken back, and the lack of sleep made the blue and black under Rachel's eyes more and more serious.He is like a cloud in the thunderstorm season, with thunder and lightning wrapped in the opaque moisture, and anyone with a wink will run away.

Doesn't it sound like he usually does?No.Lions are usually scary, and an injured lion will make himself look scary.Rachel always seemed invulnerable, and he used his sharp teeth to arm his weaknesses.Even now, I can be sure that this anxious and frightening state is exactly what he looks like when he is uneasy.

Before the last transformation night, I only thought that Rachel was facing a will test, and I wasn't worried at all.This time I already understood what would happen to him on a full moon night. Even though I still believed that he would not be dragged into hell by the devil's tricks, I still couldn't help but think about it.There didn't seem to be much else to do as I tried to fulfill the demanding tasks he set, trying to understand his contingencies for the night of the full moon.If I wanted to know more or offer more help, Rachel wouldn't allow it.

"You are using this interception method at this stage, won't you provoke them?" I grabbed the edge of the basement door before Rachel closed it, and said without words.

"It can't be any more angry." Rachel twitched the corner of her mouth.

"You really don't need me inside?" I showed my most sincere and credible eyes, "Just to prevent accidents, you can limit my..."

He shook his head before I finished speaking, and closed the door firmly, as if he didn't care about cutting off my fingers.

"It's all sincere, teacher!" I shouted hopelessly outside the door, "I can't worry about you! Let me join hands with you to face challenges and create a better future?"

Of course, I didn't hear any reply.

I sighed, sat cross-legged at the door, and took out the dinner in the space bag.

I've got myself a hot dinner and supper, and tomorrow's breakfast and lunch just to be on the safe side.I have been busy for so long before, when things came to an end, I was free and had nothing to do.

Of course Rachel wouldn't let me in.

I could name many, many reasons why I should go in with him, every necessity and possibility.We are brothers and sisters bound together, and I won't harm him, wouldn't it be better to let me in?I have been working as a ration for a month, and I can count the number of times I have done it on both hands. Even if I see the teacher panting on the bed later, I will not suffer mental shock, so don't be shy...

Even if I could cite countless reasons, even if I could plausibly show an expression that even I could convince myself, I still don't believe that Rachel would be persuaded.

When I was the most naive, I once thought that Rachel trusted some apprentices including me. Later, I realized that his "trust" was just a kind of conceit, nothing more than not thinking that other people could do him any harm.Now that he unfortunately miscalculated and capsized, his confidence and strength have been compromised, and he will only be more cautious and suspicious than before.What's more, the object is me, we are so familiar, so stop talking about trusting or distrusting jokes.

I can't get in and I don't intend to leave.I prepared my food and my sleeping bag, even my novel, and made up my mind to set up camp outside this door.

Thinking of the situation where I could only make up sketches to pass the time last month, I thought it was so clever to prepare a novel!

...if you can see it.

I looked at the full moon hanging high, and finally threw away the book with only two pages turned.I leaned against the door panel, with my left ear pressed against the door, and of course I didn't hear anything.

Two and a half hours had passed since Rachel entered the door. The door and the rune perfectly isolated the basement from the outside world. It was quiet outside the door, no different from other corners of the whole house.I don't know what's going on in there, how Rachel is going, or how the Lustlord is going, and my amateur troubadour brain has been running for a good two and a half hours, looping countless scenes that I don't want to think about at all show.

I slapped my face hard, interrupting another possibility full of R-rated images.I stood up, walked back and forth, and sat back with my right ear pressed against the door, still completely silent.

I felt like a father-to-be standing outside the delivery room, so anxious and anxious that I wanted to chew my nails.

I haven't been this distraught in years at least, not even when I found out I was tied up last month.This is a bit absurd, is it the fault of too rich imagination?I even started to envy myself a month ago. If I was as ignorant as before, I might be as relaxed as before.

perhaps.

A month ago, my teacher and I just experienced a touching reunion after a long absence.We haven't seen each other for three years, we haven't talked for five years, and we haven't stood on the same side for ten years.Ten years ago, I'm afraid we weren't very close. I'm not sure what Rachel looked like at that time - I don't have a bad memory, and Rachel the Black Wizard is definitely impressive, but I was wearing ten With a meter-thick filter, what he saw was absolutely distorted.In the past ten years, I worked hard to erase the filter, and my memory was greeted by the eraser again, and the outline of Rachel was blurred, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.Perhaps in another ten years, he will become a story that can be told with a smile, just like childhood fun or failed first love.

But we met again, didn't kill each other, and were tied together.We're even closer than ever...

Well, I'm not talking about sex.

Well, not just.

My train of thought was interrupted for a moment by some charming content, and I forgot what literary content was in my mind just now.I looked at the silent door and wondered how Rachel was doing.We have done it many times in the past month. I dare not say that my technique can eliminate the psychological shadow, but at least I made him less resistant to having sex.Now he has to experience another night in hell. I don't know if everything I did before will support him a little bit, or if the wall is all paper and will be uprooted in a gust of wind.

I sighed deeply, not knowing what was bothering me.

Rachel is a powerful mage with strong mentality. He has not been destroyed before, and when he has experience and preparation, it is even more impossible to be defeated.I was worried about whether my sleep skills could help me. It was purely beyond my control. He would definitely sneer for a minute if he knew.Rachel is still a dark wizard, a big devil, a big villain, and the pain of a night is not unbearable to him, besides, he asked for it, and he deserves it.I worry about him more than I worry about whether poor children can have enough to eat.

If you could not be upset if you wanted to, the world would be a much better place.