After the teacher becomes a succubus

I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning in this distraught state.

The full moon was setting, the early birds were chirping, and the door in front of me remained silent.According to a mage's precise calculation, the transformation night ended two hours ago; according to the most conservative estimate, the dust should have settled half an hour ago.It's just that I was worried that my interruption would interfere with some of Rachel's plans and make things worse, so I was in a dilemma, and I delayed knocking on the door until the sky was dark.

In the end, the door still didn't knock.

The door opened by itself before my hand dropped, and Rachel opened the door with a blank face, with a bad expression on her face.When he found me standing at the door, he was startled and frowned.

The result of knocking on the door was completely different from the last time. That time Rachel chatted with me for a while inexplicably, but this time he showed obvious resistance.When he saw me, he subconsciously leaned back, as if he was going to retreat, but he reacted quickly, stood stubbornly in the same place, and straightened his back.It even made me feel a little strangely guilty. He looked like he was going to collapse at the first blow, tired of frowning, and it was hard for him to arm himself to deal with me.

"Are you okay? That's great!" I pretended not to see his weakness and resistance, and said with a bright smile, "It's dawn, do you plan to eat something?"

The door is closed.

He was really tired after slamming the door so softly.

"Then I'll eat it myself?" I said loudly, waited for a few seconds, turned and left.

Rachel didn't seem to be injured, she wasn't captured by the devil lord, and she didn't want me to stay here, so it's better not to be an eyesore.Seeing him like this, I can let go of my worries at night for the time being. As for other things, such as the anger and vigilance that flashed in his eyes when he saw me, we can wait for him to recover.

I'm such a sweet and caring person.

I ate breakfast, went to catch up on sleep, and when I was awakened by Rachel's call, he appeared in the laboratory again, and everything seemed to be normal.I wish Rachel would talk to me about what happened to him, but it's not surprising that he doesn't talk about it.His resistance to me in the early hours of the morning was like a wake-up gas, and he didn't show up again, and everything seemed to be back on track.

After a few days, I realized that everything was not quite right.

Rachel gave orders, received feedback, and every link was businesslike, so I couldn't find a chance to speak.He always speaks concisely and without emotion.He avoided my contact, ignored my probing eyes, and when he looked at me, his eyes were too cruel, as if I were indistinguishable from a golem.

This feels like a low-magic area, with thin magic in the air. Although it's not as bad as the Forbidden Zone, it's enough to make a mage feel constrained and powerless.By the afternoon of the third day, when Rachel asked me to put the measuring cup on the table instead of handing it to him, I finally decided not to hold back.

"You're avoiding me." I said bluntly.

Rachel didn't put down what she was holding, and glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, as if I was being vexatious.

"You've been avoiding me since the full moon. Why?" I said. "It hurts my heart to be a handsome half-elf who's always been popular."

"Why did I avoid you?" Rachel finally looked up at me.

He pointed to the cup in my hand, the meaning was obvious.I pretended not to know, took a step back, and walked out of his reach with the measuring cup.

I said, "You don't even talk to me..."

"So am I talking to goblins now?" Rachel said.

"Not now, I mean before!" I said.

"Just this morning, I said more than ten sentences." Rachel said, "I don't remember how quiet you were."

"'Bring me the cup', 'OK', 'Three Griffin Feathers', 'What color'? Those don't count!" I protested, "I mean chatting..."

Rachel looked at me like a fool, my voice gradually decreased, and I also felt that something was wrong.In order to interrupt the imaginable sarcasm, I hastily changed the subject.

"And you avoid me! Physically!" I said, holding up the measuring cup. "You let me put it on the table, and you would have me hand it to you in normal times."

Rachel sighed, put down the notes in his hand, walked to the other side of the room, and took another measuring cup for himself.He stopped looking at me and said to the cup, "In the tower, how do you think I would avoid someone?"

"You never avoid people," I said.

It might be better to say that many apprentices want to avoid him. By the way, no one has ever been able to avoid him successfully.

"In other words, under what circumstances would they feel 'avoided' by me?" Rachel asked again.

I opened my mouth and reacted.

Rachel doesn't avoid people, only ignores them.Despite the many risks that often come with his attention, no one wants to be forgotten by a mentor.

There are as many orphans as lice these days, and the dark wizard Rachel is never worried about not being able to find an apprentice.If you are not outstanding enough to register with your mentor, you are one of the neglected ones.Neglected people cannot enter the mentor's laboratory, cannot get his guidance and admonition, and the tasks they get will not be tailored according to your ability.The neglected will die from misguided spellcasting or experimental accidents with no guidance, from forbidden zones in towers without warning (or from a wandering devil), from a super-difficult quest (because your mentor doesn't remember you So weak, or need some insignificant cannon fodder to find the way), dying from peer competition... In the tower, being ignored is a terrible thing.

I have never had the attention of a mentor, and I have been proud of it.And even when I was "Rachel's favorite," I was never nearly inseparable from him as I am now.If the little boy Heyman from the past saw us now, he would absolutely be mad with envy.

This gives me the creeps.

Rachel didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he didn't lock himself in the lab, and he didn't lock me out.He didn't give me any deadly tasks, he didn't show the disgusted expression of that night again, and he didn't particularly avoid me.However, in this case, I feel that I have been treated coldly.

I don't know when it started, we talked between work, and said some irrelevant things.Sometimes we stand very close, almost close to each other, it's okay, I'm still taking the nutrient solution.Rachel sucked me between work, and when he wasn't too busy, he let me kiss him.I put my tongue in his mouth and he squinted his eyes, allowing me to cup his face and grab his hair.

When we are less busy, we will go to bed, and sometimes he will stay in bed for a long time.Ever since she found out that sex makes people sleepy, Rachel, who is stingy with time, has put food and sleep together.He'd push himself to the sleepiest point, then climb into my bed, make sure I fed him completely, and then fall asleep.He took all the traces of me and occupied my bed aggressively, but fortunately he wasn't cruel enough to drive me off.On those nights, I would have a hairy white head on my shoulder, and sometimes an arm on my chest, the hand of a dark wizard with a slender wrist and long fingers and great lethality.Those nights if I woke up in the middle of the night, I would definitely not be able to sleep afterward.I would hold my breath, not move, squint at Rachel sleeping next to me, and think, Whoops.

——If you stay up most of the night and just fell asleep with a Dark Lord, former mentor, or current succubus, all you have to think about is ouch.

We're getting too... close without knowing it?When it returns to normal, it feels strange.

But I think it's actually the fault of Rachel who didn't "eat" after the full moon.A healthy adult half-elf needs a healthy sex life. I had such a good life for a month before, but now I haven’t had a boo for several days. It feels wrong and normal!

I quickly found the problem, and immediately felt relieved.I was about to encourage Rachel to let go of his psychological shadow and eat something, but he spoke ahead of time.

"Give me fresh dryad tears," he said, "that won't drop for more than a day."

"Wait, you mean to let me fetch it now?" I was choked up, "You should know that it's the courtship period of the dryads, right?"

Dryads live in groups during courtship and are more emotional.Although the chances of crying are higher, the chances of them violently beating others have also skyrocketed.Asking a mage to deal with such a creature with high magic resistance and in heat is like asking an ordinary person to go to a hornet's nest.

"Courtship period, isn't that better?" Rachel sneered, "For a handsome half-elf who has always been very popular, I don't think this is a problem at all."

I feel like he's taking revenge on me.

Just because I didn't give him a measuring cup.

I sighed, but still had to work obediently.For the next time, I was unable to think about it, and devoted myself to another arduous task given by my instructor.

As luck would have it, I found a solitary Dryad nearby.That poor female tree goblin just happened to be robbed of her mate, and she was alone. I took advantage of it and exchanged a vulgar love song for a few tears.Thanks to my luck, I completed the task in only half a day and got home that evening.

The safe house was empty.